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#100 with Jungkook please! Thank you

I Got You On My Mind [Part 1]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.

Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You dropped your backpack beside you, and it landed on the ground with a loud thunk. Sighing quietly, you collapsed onto a beanbag (because your university was trendy enough to have them in the library) and tried not to cry. Your body sank into the soft material of the beanbag, and you wished you could just disappear.

The sunlight streaming in from the window beside you doused you in warmth, and soon you felt yourself slipping into sleep.

“Rough day?” a voice rang through your head. Your lips quirked into a smile, your earlier hardships completely forgotten.

It was a rare moment when soulmates shared thoughts. No one really understood the science of soulmates–the mechanics of thought-sharing, in particular. It was just a universally accepted phenomenon, and you thought it was beautiful.

Yeah, you could say that, you thought, hoping your soulmate would be able to hear you. Sometimes, all you got was a passing thought, and sometimes you were able to have conversations. There was only one limitation–you could never share your identity.

Still, you tried and tried and tried. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

“What happened?” your soulmate asked, his sweet voice making you blush. You thought his voice was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you wondered if the boy was just as beautiful.

Just…life. University’s hard, you know? you replied. The little information you knew about your soulmate was this: he was around your age, also in university, studying music and dance, liked anime, exercised a lot.

“Trust me, I feel that,” came his response, and it sounded almost amused. “But you’ll be okay.”

For the next few minutes, you tried to think of something to ask him. You hoped he couldn’t hear your embarrassing thoughts. His thoughts were silent too, and you knew the connection had been lost.

Smiling sadly, you stood up and grabbed your bag. Your encounter with your soulmate, however brief, was enough to energize you. Ready to face the rest of the day, you walked out of the library. Your thoughts lingered back to your soulmate, and you wondered if he was thinking about you, too.

Your phone blared loudly, and you startled awake. Still disoriented, your heart thumped wildly as you searched blindly for your phone. Finally, you located it on your nightstand. Squinting at the bright screen, you saw that you had an incoming call from your roommate.

“Hello?” you mumbled, pressing your phone to the side of your face.

“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” Jieun exclaimed, her excited voice too loud so early in the morning. “Well, since you’re up, we can talk! Y/N, you’ll never guess what just happened.”

You sighed, flopping back onto your bed. “So tell me,” you said blandly.

“You’re no fun,” Jieun pouted. “Okay! So. I just slept with Jungkook! Let me tell you, the rumours are true. He’s great in bed and he does this thing–”

“Wow! Cool!” you squeaked, quickly cutting her off. You did not need to know about Jieun–or Jungkook’s–sex life. “Is that a good idea, though? I know you’re low-key crushing on him, but Jungkook doesn’t do relationships, right?”

“He doesn’t,” Jieun confirmed sadly. “But maybe he’ll change?”

“I don’t know, Jieun,” you replied slowly. “Be careful, because with a guy like Jungkook, you’re only gonna get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she snorted. You could hear rustling in the background as Jieun moved. “He’s a major fuckboy. I’m trying not to catch feelings, but he’s so damn hot.”

You grunted in agreement.

“Oh, Y/N, can you do me a favour?” Jieun asked suddenly. “I’m going straight to school from Jungkook’s flat. Could you bring me a change of clothes and, like, mouthwash or something?”

“Yeah, sure,” you yawned, getting up to go to Jieun’s room. “I’ll be at school in like an hour. Should I just meet you in the music building?”

Jieun was majoring in music, since she was such a great singer.

“Yep!” she chirped. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re the bestest friend ever!”

You walked aimlessly through the music building, a bag full of clothes and toiletries on your back, as you searched for the room number Jieun had sent you earlier. It was a practice room, and the hall you were moving through seemed endless.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of someone singing. As you continued forwards, the voice became clearer and clearer. The person had a beautiful voice. It was clear and melodious, floating softly through the air.

It tugged at the back of your mind, like a faint memory. It was almost like a weird sense of deja vu, and you struggled to recall why.

Then–it hit you.

This was the voice you had been hearing in your head your entire life–the one you had listen to transform over the years. Your soulmate was here.

Your heart thundered in your chest as you practically ran, following the sound of your soulmate’s beautiful voice. It led you to a door that was slightly ajar. Your soulmate was still singing, completely unaware that you were just outside the room, listening.

For a moment, you stopped, not entirely sure if you were ready to meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in life, and it felt strange that your meeting wasn’t going to be spontaneous.

Still, your curiosity got the better of you. You peered through the crack in the doorway, searching for the owner of the voice.

Before you, Jungkook stood. His profile was facing you, the light from the window behind him highlighting his features. Jungkook was beautiful.

Then, you turned away. You could feel your heart breaking already. A guy like Jungkook didn’t believe in soulmates, if his sexual escapades were any indication.

So you left, locating Jieun’s practice room and placing the bag in front of it. As quickly as you had come, you exited the building, headed towards the library to drown yourself in work. You wanted to forget–forget who he was, forget about soulmates, forget about the future you had hoped for.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly spoke, clear in your mind.

You pushed his thoughts away, keeping your mind blank as possible as you hurried through the quad with your head cast down. You didn’t want to indulge in something you could never truly have.

You spent the entire day in the library, alternating between working and staring blankly at the textbooks in front of you. You had forgotten to eat that day, so when you finally staggered out of the library, you were exhausted and hungry. The walk home was quiet. The sun had set a long time ago, although you weren’t entirely sure what time it was.

Once you reached your apartment, you were surprised to find the front door unlocked. You and Jieun didn’t live in the best part of town, so you were always sure to lock the door whenever you came and went.

You turned the knob, and the door creaked as it opened. As you stepped through the threshold, you stumbled over a pair of shoes that were haphazardly strewn on the ground.

“Y/N!” Jieun exclaimed in surprise, sounding breathless.

At that, you looked up.

In front of you, Jieun was pressed against the wall, shirtless, as some guy was leaning over her, his lips attached to her neck. The guy turned towards you once he noticed Jieun’s stillness.

It was Jungkook.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry,” Jieun rambled, pushing Jungkook off her as she reached down to grab her shirt that had been discarded. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight, since you were so late!”

“D-don’t worry,” you stammered, your voice wavering. You kept your eyes on Jieun, trying not to look at Jungkook. You could feel his heavy gaze on you. “I can stay with Rose or something, it’s not a problem. I’ll j-just leave–”

Suddenly, Jungkook was in front of you, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His face was morphed into shock, even awe, before he schooled his features back into indifference. Jungkook peered over you, his large frame blocking your line of vision. You were forced to look at him, and his eyes were burning into you yours.

You’re my soulmate!?” he demanded, his normally sweet voice rumbling. The person he was in your mind was completely different than the boy who stood in front of you. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice faltering. You continued, your voice stronger, “I am.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook spat, leaning back. He stepped away from you, returning to the front door where he slipped into his shoes. Jungkook turned back to you, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “I’m not the guy I pretend to be. So do us both a favour and stay the fuck away. Forget this every happened.”

With that, Jungkook exited the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You stood, back still against the wall. You could hear Jieun talking to you, but she sounded far away. But for the first time, your mind was completely blank.

You decided you hated the silence.

- Girl in Luv

Thanks for reading! I think I’ll continue this story…I hate sad endings. When I first imagined this story, it seemed like it could be a longer piece? Maybe I’ll rewrite it or make it a chaptered thing…what do you guys think?

anonymous asked:

do u ever think about the fact that harry + louis are best friends and cry?? like they make out and bang and stuff but they also eat spaghetti at midnight while watching sitcom reruns and they have at least 5 different episodes of friends they quote word for word together I'm dead I need more best friend larry posts

yEAH LISTEN. Those two may be in love and all that jazz but…they’re best friends before anything else. BEST. FRIENDS. THE ABSOLUTE. BEST.

They’re probs really possessive about that title that too even though they probably don’t need to be, but it’s super important to them that everyone KNOWS THEY ARE BFFS 4 LIFE AND NOBODY CAN REPLACE EACH OTHER. Like..think of all the dumb inside jokes they have. And I mean the actual dumbest jokes of all time. But they never get old to them.

They probably make fun of each other like it’s nobody’s business too? Constantly. They do it to show off how strong their relationship is to people. To brag about how it barely phases them if there’s a random insult thrown back and forth because it’s out of love and they just adore each other so much they can’t help but tease each other. but it’s only a dynamic that works between them because if someone else were to do the same thing, watch the hell out, pal. That’s only okay when he says it. vice versa. Granted, Louis does it much more often.

But he knows if he’s about to step over into hurt feelings territory too :///

And their goofiness together is as silly as it ever was when they were younger of course

they’re the bestest of friends who just also happen to be very much in love.

Alone- Part 1

Based on a prompt line; “Don’t leave me behind.”

Warnings; Fighting, Feelings of Worthlessness

Words; 1,249

A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)

Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.

He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.

The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.

You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.

He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.  

You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”

He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.

What the hell was that about? You thought.

His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.

As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.

* * *

A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.

Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.

Why. Why. WHY.

You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”

Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.

“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.

“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.

“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.

“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.

“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.

Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.

He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips  inches away from your face.

Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.

Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.

There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.

* * *

The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.

As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”

We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.

Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.

His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”

You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.

Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.

When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.

He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.


Someone was thrown against the door.


There was a gun shot and a loud yell.


The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.


They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.


There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.


Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.

He started to walk out of the room.

He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.

“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black. 


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anonymous asked:

Reddie prompt: the 5 times richie tries to kiss eddie plus the 1 time he does (friends to lovers) :)

changed it to “the five times richie wants to kiss eddie plus the 1 time he does” 

just so you know i spent two hours writing this its 4a.m and i almost sobbed at the ending so thanks! i hate you

just kidding i loved this idea thank you thank you tHANK YOU

warnings; mention of homophobia & mention of physical abuse

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Bill Skarsgård x Reader Imagine

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Reader went with friends to visit Hollywood only to end up lost A.F. Until someone who you would never expect to be Bill Skarsgård! Comes and helps you.

Warning: None

Note: I noticed there is like no Bill Skarsgård x Reader imagines on Tumblr (not including his characters). Well there’s maybe like 2 or 3 but I wanted to add one of my own cuz I’m fan girl trash. But you can come join the fan trash party! I have serious issues XD! And thus this fanfic was born! Go ahead and read my fellow trash friends! ;3!

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by parlayansonyildiz

Originally posted by lavishlawyer


Come to Hollywood, they said.

It would be fun, they said.

You’ll meet a lot of awesome celebrities, they lied!

You were basically screwed over right now. You and your bestest friends decided to go on a trip to Hollywood, the plane ride wasn’t the smoothest ride ever but as soon as you saw the Hollywood sign you knew you were gonna have fun.


You were so f'ing lost. 

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Plus One

In which Harry gets the help of a little girl to go on a date with (Y/N)

“Will you do the honors of being my maid of honor, (Y/N)?”, your friend asked beaming at you. She’s been your bestest friend ever since you were young; you knew you had to accept her request even though weddings weren’t your scene. But for (Y/F/N) you’ll do anything.

One day, while you two were setting up the preparations for the wedding (Y/F/N) drops the bomb about Harry being the best man. Her and her fiance have been trying to set the two of you up for months but scheduling a date was always tough. Although, whenever Harry and you would see each other; the two of you would always have some sort of physical attraction to one another. All of your friends were waiting for the day the two of you hooked up.

 The big day had finally arrived; you were on a beautiful beach in Honolulu, Hawaii walking down the aisle with the honorary best man. In all honesty, Harry and you had stole the whole show. Finally, (Y/F/N) was walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful mermaid gown.  

The ceremony began and the couple were starting to recite their vows; a lot of the braid maids were crying and a sight that had surprised you was seeing Harry tearing up behind the groom.

 During the reception, after all the speeches and some more tears. The dancing begun; you being the one that doesn’t do much dancing had decided to go to the bar and just watch everyone enjoy themselves. There is two people that you see on the dance floor that just warms your heart; Harry and a little girl no older than the age of 4. You’ve always heard rumors from (Y/F/N) about Harry being amazing with kids; which is probably the most attractive thing ever in your opinion.

 Throughout the whole night, you watch Harry playing with this little girl who you find out was a flower girl named Lucy. They are playing tag and you could probably laugh at the sight of a grown man running away from a giggly little girl. When it was his turn; he would always boop her little nose.

 Lucy’s mom stands beside you watching them with you; “I was a little reluctant about bringing her because I thought my baby was going to be alone with all these adults”, she says. “Turns out she’s having more fun than I expected her to have,” you guys both laugh at this.

 Little Lucy actually invites you to play with them, “would you like to play with Harry and me please? He says you’re very pretty.” She mumbles in a little baby voice. You and Harry both blush at this; Harry embarrassed because he’s been exposed by a 4 year old.

“Lucy, you were just supposed to ask if she wanted to play with us!”, He said laughing the embarrassment off.

“So what do you say (Y/N)? Do you want to play a game with us?”, he asks holding his hand out. “I would love too”, you say laughing at him and taking his hand into yours.

 The three of you guys continue to play until Lucy has to go to sleep. The sweet girl thanks the two of you for playing with her. Lucy manages to whisper in your ear. “please be nice to Harry, he likes you this much.” She stretches out her arms as wide as they can go. You guys bid your farewell to the little girl.

 Harry insist on walking you back to your room but you aren’t ready to go back because you enjoy his company; you won’t tell him that though. He suggests the two of you go sit by the beach and watch the waves.

That night you found out so much about Harry; like how he love rom coms, was a hopeless romantic, and how weddings were the favorite thing. He even let you know that the bouquet toss was his favorite.

“I would’ve participated on it tonight but I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself infront of a pretty girl,” he says winking at you. You swear your face became hot from blushing so hard.

Throughout the whole night Harry was a complete gentleman to you; always making sure you were warm. The whole night was basically Harry getting to know you; unlike all the rest of the guys that would just talk about themselves.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat with you for hours, I really think it’s time for us to head back.” He says a little disappointed. “I’ll walk you back, (Y/N)”

 There’s a comfortable silence the whole walk back to the room. Maybe because you guys were a little disappointed you two had to leave each other.

 “Well this is my room, thank you so much for the night Harry,” You smile at him.

You were about to head into your room until Harry stopped you.

“(Y/N), would you like to do something with me? I mean it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just thought it might be fun.” He asks nervously rubbing the back of his head.

“Sure, Harry. Pick me up at 12?” Harry looks up at you with a pure joy.

“Of course, Love! See you then,” He replied.

You guys say your goodbyes and you had done something bold; kissing his cheek and winking at him.

 Now, who would’ve thought a 4 year old was going to be the one that helps you get the date with Harry?

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this piece !! kinda iffy about this one but here it is :) Thank you for reading this; and dont be afraid to send in request!!!  


a mini headcanon on how tae would be like as your best friend

Originally posted by jjks

pairing : taehyung | reader

genre : fluff (what else is new)

a/n : idk what i was thinking when i wrote this a while back but since it was in my drafts i decided to post it anyway,,, also when i mentioned that this existed to @taexyla, she wouldn’t let it go so here it is – bestfriend tae !!! sincerely dedicating this one from the bottom of my heart to the one and only #1Taehyung Trash™(@taexyla lmao ) ❤︎

  • oh boy
  • where do I begin
  • you two are the literal definition of ‘little shits’
  • you two have actually known each other since childhood since you’ve been neighbors since you were like five years old
  • the first time you met him was the park right outside your house
  • he was just,, there,,, alone
  • so you felt bad for him and asked him if he wanted to play
  • and b o o m, y'all became instant best friends
  • you’ve literally been through thick and thin
  • he’s had your back through it all

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Southside Girl - FP Jones x Andrews!Reader

I kind of put two requests together here but one more than the other.  This is a much longer one but I really like it - I hope you guys do too!


Originally posted by enalgunlugar

FP Jones was not exactly the bestest of friends with your father anymore. Or exactly popular with the rest of the northside but you didn’t particularly care.
Ever since you were just 19 years old you had been sneaking to the Southside and, more particularly, to FP’s trailer. Originally he thought you were just going through your rebellious years so sure, he played along until he fell in love with his ex-friends oldest kid. A year later when you had still stuck around he finally took you more seriously, you weren’t just in a phase and if it took a year for you to prove it you didn’t care because you had fallen hard for the older man and neither of you had any shame in it at all. He had taught you how to be one of them. How to take your shots like a woman and drink any of his men under the table, he corrected your stance and really showed you how to throw a punch if you ever needed it - the south was rough and he didn’t want you hurt. Hw showed you how to hustle like no other and how to ride his bike. He wouldn’t let you on any bike but his and he didn’t let anyone on his bike but you. His favoritism and preference of have you ride with him made it clear in your head that he liked you back. From then, you both seemed to click.
You were 20 when you became an item, known only on the Southside as FP’s princess and no one messed with you, you kept it pretty well hidden in the north staying a pretty little wall flower until you could sneak back to your leather clad man and your true home. It got harder at 21 when you were given you’re your first jacket. Thick leather and embroidered back, the green serpents thick and noticeable, marked as one of them and more importantly, marked as FP’s and you never wanted to leave. Your father, Fred still had a tight leash on you to say you were almost 22 and it frustrated you and FP to all ends. You couldn’t exactly tell your father, all hell would break loose but you couldn’t leave FP - not after everything that had happened between you. FP had helped you find yourself, truly. You were not some damn wallflower. You were strong, powerful, you belonged on the Southside.
Still every night you would leave your house, a normal thing but now as you left you would dress yourself in leather and meet FP by Pop’s, jump on the bike behind him and feel the wind in your hair as you gripped him tightly. You dad never knew where you went, he just let you leave thinking you would be off to a friends or to study - little did that man know.
That night was like any other; leave, ride, get into the Whyte Wyrm and be yourself. Until they arrived. You thought nothing of it when Joaquin entered with some people, they were probably just school kids - you just didn’t see which school. You were too wrapped in FP’s arms, your lips meeting furiously as always when you had been apart for a while, your back pressed up against the railing at the top of the stairs. You remained like that, until glass was broken and shouts emerged causing FP to pull away and yell down, “What the fuck is going on?” his shouts called all attention to the two of you on the stairs. Then you saw it. The blue and yellow Riverdale High varsity jacket and then the red hair.
“(y/n)?” Archie looked up at you, your hair a mess, lipstick smudged and your leather beginning to feel hotter and hotter by the minute.
“Archie, what the hell are you doing in Southside?” you asked furious and confused,
“Enough baby,” FP looked to you as you stood behind him, “I’ll take care of this.”
“What do you think you are doing here?” FP asked threateningly once you had gotten outside,
“Looking for some thugs but I find you here instead!” Archie glared at you dangerously, “and in that, with him. What is he, (y/n), twenty years older than you?” he shouted
“Do you think I care?” you started, walking to him fiercely, making FP have to hold you back a little,
“I’m telling dad.” your face paled,
“You wouldn’t."
"Look, you two calm it! Damn you’re acting like children.”
“In case you forget, we are!” Archie interjected glaring at him,
“Speak for yourself.” You growled as FP wrapped his arm round your waist carefully and turned you to face him,
“look,” he spoke quietly to you, ignoring the seething Archie behind him, “Fred was going to need to know sooner or later right? It just happens to be sooner than you thought kay?” you nodded reluctantly as FP stood away and grabbed your hand, “Lets get you home kid, we’ll take the truck.”
The car ride was eerily quiet, Archie hadn’t quit sulking the whole way but your mind was too busy wondering how your dad would react.
You didn’t even have chance to knock when you got home before Archie barged into the house and made your dad storm out to see what was going on. To say his face dropped at the sight of you in a serpents jacket, black jeans and one of FP’s flannels with his arm around you was an understatement. Your father looked as if he was about to pass out. “What the hell is going on?”
“Welcome to your only daughters boyfriend, dad. Good to see you have been keeping tabs on her.” Archie sniped, obviously furious before he scaled the stairs to his room, your dad being to shocked to shout him back.
“What is he on about?” Fred had paled and couldn’t pull his eyes away from FP’s arm around your waist.
“Well dad, I’m with FP now.”
“Like hell you are!” Fred seemed to burst, your confession finally making it click in his mind. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter, FP?"
"She came to me mate, she’s of age what’s the big deal?"
"What’s the big deal? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL? She’s my daughter and you are my age, you are old enough to be her father!” your dad was fuming,
"Don’t you dare.” he threatened, “what have you done to yourself.” his words seemed to stab you,
“woah, Fred that’s a bit harsh don’t you think.” FP stepped in defensively, his grip tightening much to your fathers hatred.
“This was you, wasn’t it. So desperate to get back at me that you make her into this."
"This had nothing to do with him.” you tried but FP spoke louder,
“Why can’t you accept that she is her own person now, Andrews. She can do what she wants.” 
"Not under my roof she can’t.“ You got sick of their bickering and you shouted over the two, pulling away from FP embrace briefly,
"I chose him dad. FP Jones makes me who I am and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love him,” you could hear FP’s sharp intake of breath, you two hadn’t said that to one another yet, “If you don’t approve fine, say goodbye because I will be damned if I lie to myself and stay here because this isn’t me, this is me,” you gestured to your current appearance, “and I am sick of lying to everyone. I love this man, dad! And if you wont have me under your roof like this, I will happily leave.” You didn’t realize that hot angry tears had  started to fall down you cheeks until FP had pulled you back to him and had started wiping them from your face.
“Come on baby, you can stay with me.” Fred didn’t even try and stop you as you left, wrapped in FPs arms again. Neither of you spoke on the way back to your new home but you could see FP’s worried glances from the corner of your eye.
You barely spoke when you got into his trailer either, you had only been here a few times but it hadn’t changed. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself so you stood awkwardly, kind of numb to anything that was happening until FPs arms wrapped around your waist from behind, “you need to rest, come on.” he lead you to his room but not in a suggestive way for once, you could see the care in his eyes, especially as he took your jacket and gave you a fresh shirt to wear, looking away for you to change before you hugged him tightly, you were a lot smaller than him so he rested his chin on your head hugging you tightly, “I’m so proud of you baby girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead lightly before delicately leading you to the bed, letting you lie down and pressing another kiss to your lips carefully before going to leave and sleep on the couch,
“no,” you mumbled reaching out, “stay with me, please.” FP smiled softly before kicking off his shoes and jeans and climbing in beside you, letting you snuggle into his side.

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Canceling the Wedding - Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Author: @garyunwinimagines

Words: Over 2k. I don’t feel like counting…

Warnings: Swearing, but that comes with the territory. Also, SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t seen Golden Circle yet. Cause I’ve seen it 5 times and I’m still a wreck.

Notes: I know this isn’t a request, but I had to get it out of my system and couldn’t wait to share it with you! Thanks to @thesandbeneathmytoes for reading it over!


You weren’t sure if your heart could break anymore. The person that you loved with all your heart was getting married to another woman. Tequila, Ginger, Merlin, and Roxy all knew that you’ve loved Eggsy for some years now. Liam and Jamal had known too. They always thought that the two of you would get married and have a family, even when you were kids.

So, even though Eggsy was marrying Tilde, even though you don’t quite know her. You had talked to her a handful of times, it still hurt to see him getting married to her. She was nice and Eggsy seemed to really like her. Which was another knife to the heart. You and Eggsy were practically inseparable, throughout childhood and Kingsman. Your job at Kingsman was simply put as being Merlin’s protégé. So, you thankfully were not killed during Poppy’s strike.


Your phone was going off like crazy, but you didn’t want to answer it. You felt like shit, so you had gone home early. Not wanting to get anyone else at HQ sick. You knew that you could’ve just went down to the med bay, but that just wasn’t happening. Too much like a hospital to you.

So, Roxy drove you home. Leading you to be miserable by yourself in bed.

Giving up, you picked up your phone with 50 missed calls from Eggsy and Merlin combined. You called Eggsy back first, but he didn’t pick up. So, you tried Merlin next, who picked up the phone instantly.

“(Y/n) are you, alright?” He asked.

“Just a bit of a cold, so I had Roxy drive me home because I didn’t want to do it myself. So, what’s up yours and Eggsy’s asses?” You said.

“Oh, thank god,” He said. “Is Lancelot still with you?”

“Nah, she left 10 minutes ago. Once she was done Mother Henning me,” You chuckled.

“Fuck,” You heard him whisper across the line.

“What the fuck is going on Merlin?”

“You’re fucking clones,” Merlin muttered.

“What? I’m no fucking clone, Merlin. Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” You said.

He paused before speaking, “Doomsday protocol. Meet us at the remains of the tailor shop now.”

“Shit. Is Roxy all right?”

“I still haven’t made contact, I’m glad that you’re alright (y/n),” He said and hung up.

So, you practically ran to the tailors and were met with a distraught Eggsy and stoic Merlin. You ran up to Eggsy and held onto him for dear life. You don’t know what you would’ve done if Eggsy was killed.

-End Flashback-

After the events that occurred in the last couple of weeks, Eggsy decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tilde. Hence the wedding. Here you were standing between Roxy and Tequila. Looking at Eggsy standing up at the altar smiling. That was it for you. You couldn’t be here, even if that meant breaking your childhood promise.

“Rox. I can’t,” You said before turning to leave.

“(Y/n). He wants you here. Just try. Please,” She said before you got any further.

“Let her go, Lancelot. I know what it feels like,” He said before turning to you with a sympathetic gaze. “Go. Get drunk. It won’t change anything, but you’ll feel a hell of a lot better for a couple hours.”

The corners of your lips turned up at this as you quietly excused yourself. Telling those who asked that you had to use the restroom. When in fact you were leaving as fast as you could before you started crying. You kept your head down as you made it to your car. Reaching into your purse, you looked for your keys. Not finding them you looked at your feet. They had simply fallen out of your hands, which you just noticed were shaking with all the emotions coursing through your veins. You reached down to grab your keys but ended up falling and landing on your ass instead.

That was it. You started sobbing uncontrollably. You should be happy that your best friend is marrying somebody he loves, but on the other hand, he is shattering your heart in the process. You wanted it to be you. You wanted to be the one in a white dress today. You wanted to be the reason for Eggsy’s beautiful smile. The one that made his eyes shimmer with that special twinkle. The one that made your heart melt. After a couple minutes your sobs died down and you heard someone call out your name.

“(Y/n) where are ya?” A familiar voice yelled. It didn’t take long to place that voice once you heard them yell out your name again. It was Eggsy. You now held your keys in your hands and slid into the backseat of your car. You pulled out a new piece of Kingsman/Statesman technology that would make you invisible to the naked eye. Now the only issue was keeping quiet so he wouldn’t find you. As you could tell that he was getting closer as his voice was getting louder by the second. Why was he out here looking for you? Little did you know why.

Before Tilde made her way down the aisle, Eggsy looked at his friends and mum. He felt a pang in his chest when he didn’t see you there anymore. His eyes connected with Roxy and she mouthed “sorry” to him. She knew how much it meant to him to have her here. He knew that if she didn’t love him back, he sure as hell wanted her here with him. They had promised as kids to be at each other’s sides forever. He still remembers that like it was yesterday.


It was a cool and breezy day in London. Both of your moms were sitting on a nearby park bench, keeping an eye on the two of you. You were wearing a purple t-shirt with a bright yellow hoodie and jeans. He was wearing a blue hoodie and khakis. There was lots of running around, then you two ran up the stairs for the big slide. You were behind him on the stairs. Once the two of you reached the top he looked at you and smiled.

“Hey (y/n)?” Eggsy asked.

“Yeah Eggsy,” You replied.

“Do you think we’ll be best friends forever?” He asked nervously.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend ever!” You exclaimed and threw your hands in the air. “We’ll be there for any and everything!”

You were beaming at him, and he was smiling just as wide at you.

“So, we’ll be at each other’s weddin’s an’ babies?”

“Yeah! We’ll be together forever!” You said then kissed his cheek and slid down the slide.

Eggsy was still smiling, it now being accompanied by a light blush and followed you down the slide.

-End Flashback-

Up to this day, he never thought much of what you said, but the kiss has never left him. That wasn’t the only time you’ve kissed his cheek. It was the first that started everything. As in his feelings for you. They’ve been there ever since and grew with each passing day. But not seeing you standing inside the church made him realize that he can’t settle for Tilde. So here he was outside his own wedding, looking for you. He was wondering why you were hiding from him.

You had the feeling that he was going to try and get you to back inside when it was impossible for you to do that. You saw him two cars down from yours. A new wave of emotions washed over you, and you took a deep breath to try and calm down. At least enough to hope he didn’t notice you.

“(Y/n)!” Eggsy desperately yelled. He was frantically looking in each car. He approached your car next.

“(Y/n), where’d ya go love,” He pleaded.

You saw him go from standing to leaning against your car to avoid falling and ruining his fancy ass uniform. The thought made you smile until you noticed what he noticed. There is a little scratch on the right side of the door handle. He would know because he put it there. He instantly stood up and looked inside the car.

“Love? Ya in there?”

He kept looking through the windows, and you held your breath, so it didn’t seem as if the seat you were laying on was breathing. He just stood there, and you got more nervous as the seconds passed by. You could feel your chest tightening as you were running out of breath, and you knew that he knew how long you could hold your breath. Those stupid competitions are biting you in the butt now. But you were able to sneak a shallow breath in when he turned the other way for a second. You hoped he was going to walk away, but he did something worse. Put on his glasses. You knew that Merlin had programmed the glasses to see through the sheets.

So, the second those glasses were on, you knew you were fucked. Once his eyes met yours, they softened from the studying gaze he held moments before.

“Love open the door please,” He asked.

“No,” You said not wanting to confront him yet.

His eyes dropped slightly, “Don’t make me break the window (Y/n).”

You glared at him. Knowing that you were still a little upset that he scratched your car. Not risking any more damage to it, you began to sit up in order to open the door. Eggsy sighed, but instantly that was replaced with nervousness. Why was he nervous?

“But you have to tell me why you’re out here before I open the door,” You said and his back stiffened.

“I’ll tell you if you open the door,” He replied defiantly.

“How about you take off the glasses first, and-” You were cut off by Eggsy opening the door, and ripping the stealth sheet that was covering you off. He was kneeling on the seat between your legs.

You turned your head to the side where you were met with the black leather seat. Still too scared to face him. His left hand cupped your cheek and turned your face to face his. His right hand was resting on your other cheek. His warmth and musk encompassing you. His eyes gazed into yours with nervousness and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

“I realized something standin’ up there,” He said. “You were breakin’ our promise love.”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a choked so. He leaned forward and rested your foreheads against each others.

“Is that why you’re not a prince yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are ya out here with me and not in there with your fiancée?”

He leaned forward, and your lips connected in a tender kiss. You started to melt into the kiss, but then remembered where you were. Gently you pushed him back, just enough to give him the hint to stop. You held back tears at what you were about to say. Feeling deep inside that Eggsy was probably just scared to get married.

“Eggsy we can’t. You’re just scared and getting cold feet about marrying Tilde,” You said.

Eggsy looked at you absolutely devastated, like you just absolutely shattered his heart.

“(Y/n),” His voice sounded weak. “I fucking love you, that why I’m here with you,” He was

gaining more confidence. “Cause not seeing you there broke my heart, and it made me realize how much of a prick I am for not telling ya sooner.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were speechless at the fact that Eggsy loved you too. A smile formed on your face as you went to say the three words you’ve wanted to tell him for years.

“I love you.”

He grinned and leaned in once again as your lips connected for the second time. One of his hands held your smiling face to his, as yours wrapped around his neck to hold his face to yours. His lips felt like heaven to you, and you didn’t want to stop kissing him. That was until the need for oxygen was too loud to ignore. You pulled away from him, just enough to take a breath.

Eggsy was beaming at you, and you were sure that your expression matched his.

“So how about we ditch this place?” He said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” You beamed and pecked him on the lips, and crawled up to the front of the car and sped away.

“...With Her.”

Requested by an anon. I don’t what I have just written. I am sorry. I’m not even proud of this. 😫I have no clue where the hell I was going with this. I hope this is somewhat close to what you expected. 

Originally posted by highgrnder

Originally posted by clubeskimo

“Yah! That’s not fair! I saw her first!” Dabin shouted at Christian. “I’m older!” Christian screamed back. “Why are you to fighting again?” You questioned. They looked over to you and their eyes widened. “Y/N!”

You met Dabin first. The two of you were the same age. You remember exactly how the two of you became friends. You were on the swing set all by yourself. You were around seven at this time. You hated it here. You recently moved to Seoul. One thing you truly hated more than the preppy little girls, the outfit. It wasn’t really the whole outfit, it was the skirt!

Dabin walked up to the swing set and sat in the swing next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “I hate it here. I wanna go home.”

“I do too. Maybe we could keep each other company.”

“Sure, I guess.”

You talked with him until it was time to go back to class.

“Thank you for hanging out with me today. Same time, tomorrow?” He asked.

You nodded. He turned around and began to head toward his class, then it hit you. You didn’t know his name.

“HEY! WAIT!” You screamed after him.

He turned back to you. “We never told each other our names!”

“Dabin! Hong Dabin! You are?” He said loudly to make himself heard because you were quite far from him.

“Y/N! Y/N L/N!”

The two of you became the bestest of friends. The two of you became such great friends, he wanted you to meet his friend who was two years older than him. You were excited to meet him.

You walked with Dabin to the local playground. When you got there, there wasn’t that many people. Just mothers and their little babies. Then there was one kid who was bigger than the rest. Dabin ran out up the kid. “Christian!” “Dabin!”

They shared a hug. Dabin pulled back and looked back to you. “Come on! Don’t be shy.”

You walked up to the two of them.

“This is Y/N? She’s pretty.”

You felt your cheeks warm up at his compliment.

“Well, Y/N this is Christian. Christian this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” You said before you bowed.

“Nice to meet you too.”

The three of you were the bestest of friends. You couldn’t be separated. Your family said you hung out with them too much and that you were starting to act like a boy. You ignored it and continued to do you, like the amazing person you were.

As all three of you grow up, things were changing, but all of you were still close. You were even closer than ever. Christian became a musician turned director and founded his group, DPR. Dabin became a rapper and went under the stage name, DPR Live. Then there was you. You had become an actress. A well respected and loved actress if I say so myself.

As the older you grew, something changed about you. And both Christian and Dabin saw it. When they were kids, they didn’t think it would happen, but it did. Dabin and Christian were both had feelings for you.

You never felt that way about either of them. Even if you had doubts, you had to stop yourself because you loved and cared for the both of them as brothers. You knew it would ruin your friendship to date one of them.

Today you were catching with them. It had been awhile since you were busy staring in movies and dramas. You treated them to a nice lunch at a nearby cafe from your agency.

“It’s so nice to be hanging out with the two of you again! Just the three of us! I’ve missed the two of you so much.”

“I miss you too!” The both of them said at the same time.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m gonna go get some Boba. You guys want some?” You asked.

“HONEYDEW!” They answered together before staring each other down.

“Whatever, weirdos.”

You walked over the counter to placed an over with three large sized Bobas.

“Yah! Why are you flirting with Y/N?!” Dabin asked Christian.

“Because I like her.”

“What?! I like her!”

“Step off Dabin. I’ve liked her since we were in high school. She used to come to me for help with her homework since I was two grades above the two of you. I clearly deserve a chance with her.” Christian sassed.

Dabin scoffed. “Yah! That’s not fair! I saw her first!” Dabin shouted at Christian. “I’m older!” Christian screamed back. “Why are you to fighting again?” You questioned. They looked over to you and their eyes widened. “Y/N!” They both said shocked.

“How come you guys are being so weird and saying everything at the same time?” You questioned before giving them their Boba.

They stayed quiet and took a sip.

“Now you guys wanna shut up. Something is up with the two of you. How about we go to playground after this and just swing for a bit, you know like we used to?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Dabin spoke up before taking a sip from his Boba.

After the lunch, the three of you walked to the playground. Christian sat on the last swing to the right. You sat next to him. Dabin sat in the swing to the left of you. It was silent for a bit.

You looked down at the ground. Dabin looked over to you with soft eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked you.

“I just I fear that, one day we won’t be friends. We’ll separate and go our own ways. I have dreams when I sleep. Dreams that start off good, but end with the three of us not being friends.”

Dabin put his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t think like that. We’ll always be your friends, Y/N.”

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned.

“Of course, Anything.”

“There’s something up between you and Christian. You two aren’t acting like the old you. The two of you were the bestest of friends. But today something is up with you, the both of you. Tell me. What is wrong with the two of you? Is it me?”



You turned your head to see Christian looking at you and Dabin.


“It is you. Dabin knows it’s you too! The reason we’ve been acting like we have is because both of us have feelings for you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?” You repeated clueless.

“I thought it was obvious. Especially the way Dabin showed his affection, he was the most obvious.” Christian added.

“I’m the reason behind it?”

“If I could have stopped myself I would have, but I couldn’t. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, but I also don’t want to see you with anyone else. Not even Christian!”

Christian scoffed. “As if she’d want to be with someone who’s as much as a pushover as you, Dabin.”

“Shut it!”

“Enough you two! I love the both of you, as friends and brothers. Nothing more, nothing less. I just want all of us to be friends forever. I don’t want to choose between you. Remember the plan for my wedding we made when I was younger?”

“Yeah, I remember like it was yesterday. We agreed instead of bridesmaids, you’d get us in suits standing behind you as you got married.” Dabin said.

“Yes. That has been the plan since we were kids. I want the two of you behind me, not just one. What happens if I date one of you? The other will hate each other. I can’t fall for either one of you. You guys are the brothers I always wanted, please don’t do this to me.”

You were on the verge of tears. Dabin looked over to Christian and mouthed the words. “Look what you did!”

“ME?!” Christian mouthed back.

“Y/N, please don’t cry.”

You stayed silent.

Christian looked up the sky. “It must be around eight. The sun is setting. The sun set used to be our favorite thing to look at when we were kids. We’d lay in the grass. Y/N would always be in the middle. Hell, we didn’t even know what feelings were. Those were the good days. Those were the good times.”

“Could we do it again, for my sake?” You asked.

“Of course.”

The three of you stood up and went into an empty grassy plain. The three of you laid down in the grass. Christian on the right, you in the middle, and Dabin on the left. It was silent, but you enjoyed the silence.

You couldn’t hide the involuntary smile that appeared on your face. Christian turned to his side to see you smile.

“See I knew the sun set would make you smile. You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I won’t fall in love again for a while.” Dabin said aloud.

“Same here.” Christian admitted.

“I’m sure there are two lovely and beautiful women out there who would be dying to fall in love with you. But you guys won’t let them come in between us, right?”

“Never.” They both say at the same time.

vile-plumeria  asked:

Young guzma entering the Johto region bug catching contest

*whispers* for you big sis

“I’m getting that kiss, and you can go straight to hell!” Plumeria growled. She nestled into her black parka, dammit Johto was so cold! She didn’t understand how even though you looked cute, you were content with overall shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oh yeah?” Guzma said through chattering teeth. He fared no better in an old long sleeve and sweats torn at the knees. “Well ya better get used to the taste of shit ‘cause tha’s what your gonna be eatin’ when I’m the one whose kissin’ on her, ya dingus!”

Plumeria and Guzma had to be careful to speak no more than above a whisper, engaged in a battle of wits. After all your mother didn’t believe that twelve year olds should be speaking in such rough language. Especially when you, the youngest of the bunch at eleven, were still so impressionable. The two kids didn’t want to ruin their chances of accompanying you and your mother on another trip to the Johto region for summer, especially when it was a chance retreat from Alola and what waited for the two of them at home.

They stood in a line with a Pokémon each and 20 Park Balls, Plumeria waved and blew you a kiss while Guzma winked and tried to look as manly as a twelve year old could. You sat on a park bench with your mother, knees covered in bruises and band aids from your little mishap the hour before. You’d taken quite a tumble off a dirt ledge, emerging a bloody crying mess from the ordeal while your mother, Guzma, and Plumeria tried to console you. When not even a Rage Candy Bar could cheer you up, it was Guzma who announced that he would make it all better by catching you the rarest bug at the Catching Contest. Plumeria refused to be one upped by a boy, especially when it came to attaining the affection and admiration of the one she cared for the most. The kissing thing came later when Plumeria insisted that you would be so overflowing with joy, that you would bravely kiss her on the lips.

“Like she’d kiss your ugly mug!” Guzma had said, “She’d rather kiss me, ‘cause I’m so good at catchin’ bugs!”

So here Plumeria stood with her Salandit, insisting that the type advantage would ensure her victory.

“Your ass is grass nerd!” Plumeria yelled when the judge gave the signal. She nearly tripped Guzma in her mad scramble in the tall grass. He didn’t bite, but instead turned to you and waved.

“Don’t worry cutie!” Guzma reassured you, “Imma catch you the biggest, bestest bug ever!”

Before you could respond he took off with Wimpod, trusting in his instincts that had lead him to capturing his partner Wimpod.

“You have such wonderful friends sweetie.” Your mother said. She smiled at the two children hunting through the grass, too far away for her to hear the obscenities they were screaming at one another. You still hurt a little too much to talk, but you nodded in agreement and smiled.

“I think we’ll have to invite them more often.” She laughed when she saw Guzma struggling with a Pinsir that seemed keen on having Wimpod for lunch. “I don’t think they’ve ever been outside of Alola. And I’ve heard rumors about their parents… I think it’s good for them to come places with us like this.”

“Yes.” You agreed. “I want them to come all the time.”

You nursed your wounds quietly, and you became excited when the whistle sounded once more signifying the contest had ended. The judging process was done where contestants stood, so you could not see the results, but when Plumeria and Guzma returned you assumed the worst with their crestfallen faces.

“Twenty minutes of my life wasted and all I caught was this stinkin’ Weedle!” Plumeria cried.

“Least you caught one that can evolve into somethin’ cool!” Guzma yelled, “All I got was this Kricketot! A lousy Kricketot ‘cause a Pinsir tried to eat Wimpod!”

They both approached you with Pokeballs in hand.

“I’m sorry.” They said in unison. “I’m really sorry.”

You took both Pokeballs in hand, tears having dried up some but now springing forward afresh at the kindness of your two friends.

“Thank you!” you whimpered, standing weakly to first kiss Plumeria, and then Guzma on the cheeks.

“I love my new friends.” You said quietly, cuddling the Pokeballs to your cheek. “I’ll cherish them forever.”

Normally the two would have resumed their argument anew to determine what your kisses meant. But for now, Guzma and Plumeria sat one on either side of you, wrapping their arms around you and basking in the radiance of your affections.

Useless Excuses-Bjorn Ironside x Reader

Summary: requested by @lagerthabjorn: ‘Could you please do an imagine with bjorn, where he gets jealous over other men flirting with you and he gives you the silent treatment and you have no idea why he’s ignoring you. Then you get frustrated with him ignoring you so you confront him at a feast why he’s acting so weird somehow resulting in him leaving the feast and you running out to find him. You give up looking for him and return home just to find him there to confess his love for you and he doesn’t like to share (BASICALLY A LOT OF FLUFF AND ROUGH SEX) Thank you 💗’

Characters: Bjorn Ironside x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/F/N)= Your friend’s name

Warnings: Bit of swearing and arguing along with sexual themes (it was only the build up, I never write the actual sex so I hope this was ok for you)


My hands were red raw as I scrubbed away the blood from my armour. (Y/F/N) and I were sat by the river, finally getting round to these errands. I always forgot how hard this was.

“Urgh, I still have three more pieces to clean.” I groaned, stopping for a moment.

“So do I. This is exhausting.” (Y/F/N) dropped her things and laid back.

I copied her.“We need slaves for this.”

“You should have just asked me.” I heard Bjorn’s voice. Resting on my elbows, I watched as he approached us.“I have many slaves that could have done that for you.”

“Shouldn’t you be training? I recall kicking your arse last time we sparred.”

He smiled.“I let you win. You’re the one who needs to train if you’re ever going to come raiding with me again.”

“So how come I’ve survived every battle we’ve faced?”

“The Gods like you.”

“Hello Bjorn.” (Y/F/N) interrupted. They had never really gotten along, she didn’t like the fact that Bjorn and I were closer.

His smile disappeared.“(Y/F/N).”

“If I am in such dire need of training then perhaps I should search for a good teacher.”

“Why look when he is standing in front of you?”

I pretended to shield my eyes from the sun, squinting into the distance.“Who do you mean? You’re standing in the way.”

He shook his head, laughing.“This afternoon. You’ll know where to find me.”

I watched as he walked away, only to be startled when I felt specks of water be flicked at me. Looking over at (Y/F/N), she had a fed up look on her face.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“I thought you were smart.” she started to gather up her armour.

“What are you talking about?”

She stood up.“You see, you’ve just proven my point. You don’t see what is blatantly going on in front of you.”

She walked away and I was too confused to go after her. What was she on about? Deciding to ignore it and blame it on her hate of Bjorn, I carried on cleaning, watching the blood now again the clear water.

Just as Bjorn had said, I went to meet with him in the training grounds. We would normally meet there before venturing further into the woods where we could train in private. As I waited, I felt eyes on me. There were already some men sparring with each other as I stood off to the side, but I felt that they were not fully concentrating.

“(Y/N), you are looking even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.” Bard complimented as he walked up to me.

I refrained from rolling my eyes.“Thank you Bard but you did see me yesterday.”

“Exactly. Why are you stood here? Waiting for someone? Or are you here to watch me?”

“No I am waiting for someone.”

“It seems that you have been waiting for a while. Come on, why don’t I get you started?”

Bard was a little shit and even though I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, a part of me was wanting to beat him up. He always underestimated the power of shieldmaidens, a huge mistake on his part. And what better way to pass the time? Agreeing to his offer, I unsheathed my sword, swinging it around to intimidate him; he was good at hiding this.

“Want me to go easy on you?” I smirked, preparing my stance.

“Aw, you’re so cute.”

This made me angry and I could not keep this at bay. As soon as he finished speaking, I lunged for him, swinging as hard as I could. Bard was a good competitor but I was hoping that his confidence would be his downfall. We went back and forth, both of us giving it as much as we had. But I had not trained for so long, this was starting to become tiresome, Bard had the upper hand. He cut my arm and my leg, causing me to stumble back. As I swung my sword at him again, he managed to block it and wrap his arm around me, turning me around so that my back was to him.

“Looks like you’re in need of a training partner.”

“She already has one.” someone else chimed in.

I felt Bard’s body be pulled away from mine. Turning around, I clutched onto my bleeding arm as I watched Bjorn throw Bard to the ground. Bjorn guided me away, his hand on my lower back as He scowled at the others who were watching. However, we didn’t head in the direction of our secret training spot, instead back to the village.

“Bjorn, what about training?” I asked as we walked up to my home.

“You’re hurt. We’ll do it another day unless you find someone else to do it with.” he spat.


He interrupted me by pushing me inside, instantly heading towards where I kept any medical supplies. Without saying anything, he sat me down and started to clean my wounds. I was so baffled by his behaviour that I could not think of anything to say.

“You know I would never train with anyone else.” I said.

He didn’t reply. Bandaging up my injuries, he left all of a sudden, no goodbyes either. I scoffed out loud. Bjorn had always been stubborn and hotheaded though not like this.


A feast was being held in the great hall, however I was not there as I waited for Bjorn to arrive. We had decided to go together; it was more his idea but I didn’t mind. The feast would have started a half hour ago, now I had to turn up late. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I left my home. It was dark out, everything was more dangerous like this. This made me walk there quicker. Just as the great hall came into view, a hand clasped down onto my shoulder. I shrieked out loudly, ready to attack whoever it was.

“Sigurd! Why would you do that?!” I scolded him, a hand over my beating heart.

He chuckled.“You are never this jumpy. I am sorry for frightening you.”

“It’s alright. Shouldn’t you be inside already?”

“I was…preoccupied.” As the last word rolled off his tongue, a slave girl hurried out of the shadows, looking disheveled. Oh my.

“Right, of course you were. Well come on, I too am late.”

He walked beside me.“And why would that be?”

“Bjorn was supposed to escort me down here. It seems that he has all but forgotten me.”

“How could anyone forget you?” the doors were opened for us.“Your beauty is well known, not to mention the tales for being a strong shieldmaiden.”

I laughed awkwardly.“You are too kind. If you’ll excuse me.”

I quickly scurried away before he could take the conversation any further. When I felt a safe distance away, I grabbed a cup of mead and some food, scanning the room for any friends of mine. No one stood out to me, who knew where they could be amongst these crowds?

“(Y/N)! Come sit with us!” someone shouted out.

Turning around, I saw Asmund and Einar beckon me over to their table. I wasn’t going to find anyone else for the time being, might as well join some company. Sitting in between them, we clinked our cups before downing our drinks.

“Where do you keep disappearing off to (Y/N)? We miss seeing your face everyday.” Asmund leaned in closely.

I knew these men from raids and battles. We had saved others lives a number of times. Although they were not close friends, I considered them trusted companions.

“I have been busy.” I lied.

“You should come by more often. I know that it is not just us that would like to see you.” Einar added.

“And why is that?”

“Do not be so modest. Every man in this room wants you, they are desperate to know who holds your heart.”

I avoided eye contact.“I do not think that is true and nobody has my heart.”

Asmund poured me another drink.“I cannot believe you are not married yet. We should all be called mad men.”

Being too polite to get up and bolt away from this awful conversation, I stayed a few ore minutes, using that time to subtly look out for any friend that could come rescue me. But I found someone even better. Bjorn was stood in a corner of the room sulking. We made eye contact and I knew this was my chance. Without really explaining my sudden absence, I left Asmund and Einar, almost running to my bestest friend.

“I never thought that I would get away from them.” I grinned, standing next to Bjorn.

He didn’t say anything.

I tried to sound cheerful still.“Why did you not come get me? I was waiting for ages.”

Still nothing.

“Bjorn? Bjorn why are you acting like this? Just this morning we were gone and ever since training you have been nothing but rude to me.”

He tilted his head away from me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I have not done anything to hurt you nor be disrespectful which is what you’re being right now!” my voice was slightly raised though it made no difference in the hall.“We are best friends, best friends don’t treat each other this way.”

Bjorn crossed his arms, sighing dramatically. The nerve of him!

“What? Didn’t get your scheduled fucking from your little slave, is that it? You’ve built yourself and have nothing to release it to?”

I had obviously hit a nerve as he pushed himself off the wall and stormed away. I didn’t really think that my statement would affect him that much; I used to be jealous over a mere slave he used to fuck, she would steal all our time away. That was the only other time we argued, besides now of course. Frustrated with his childish antics, I rushed outside, trying to work out where he could have gone. This was going to take forever, he could be anywhere; even if I did go looking after him, I could be wandering into dawn. No, I wasn’t going to waste my time on someone who wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong. I was no longer in the mood for feasting or being surrounded by people, trudging all the way back home.

With a slumped posture, I signed as I locked the door, jumping for the second time that night when I turned to find Bjorn sitting at my table.

“I thought you would have stayed with your two new friends. Are they sharing you now?” he started.

I ignored his words.“You’re finally speaking to me?”

“So who does it work, one takes the back and the other the front? Or do they switch that around?”

“Bjorn!” I marched towards him.“I am not fucking either one of them.”

“Well if not them, how about my brother Sigurd? Or Bard?”

“I am not fucking anyone!” I shouted in his face.

“No you like to get off on the fact that every man pines after you, including me.”

I had to process this.“Wha-Bjorn, what did you just say?”

He stood up, easily towering over me.“You don’t understand do you?”

“No I don’t. Bjorn you are never like this, we are never like this! Why must we be so cruel to each other?”

Bjorn gripped onto my hands, pulling me closer.“I can’t hide it anymore.”

I waited for him to continue.

“(Y/N), we have been good friends for a number of years. But over that time I have started to care for you more deeply. I envision us being together, having a family. But when I see other men flirting with you, I know that I cannot say that I have claimed you; this makes me very angry.”

“Bjorn, why have you never told me this?”

“If you hadn’t felt the same, what would I do then?” he brushed some of my hair back.“I could not risk losing you.”

“You would have not lost me Bjorn, you would have me.”

Out eyes never left each other.“So I still have you?”

I nodded.“Of course you do. Where else am I going to find a man that has been beside me since we were children? Has fought beside me in battle? Treats me like a queen?”

“Only in me. I will never share you. You will be mine and mine alone. So you understand?”

I eargerly nodded again only to be interrupted by his lips on mine. We deeply kissed each other, hand instinctively roaming each other’s bodies. This was our chance to explore one another in a new light. My heartbeat sped up as I thought about all of this. Thinking more about it, I could never see myself with another man besides Bjorn. This was so right.

His hands slipped past my arse and down my thighs. I squealed as he lifted me into the table, roughly slamming my back onto it. He leaned over, his nose tracing my body, his breath making me shiver. My legs had a mind of their own as they spread for him.

“You have no idea how many times I have imagined taking you like this. To have you squirming beneath me as I claimed you.” He pushed up my skirts, exposing me.

“Even when fucking other women?” I breathed out as his hands slid up my thighs.

“You were the only woman I ever thought about.”

I made eye contact, smirking slightly.“Then claim me Bjorn. Let the whole world know that I am yours.”

[DRABBLE REQUEST] Jealousy!Jeonghan (Feat. Jihoon)

Prompt: Jeonghan gets jealous when you meet up with your long time best friend
Requested by: Hina
Word count: 2,091
Genre: Fluff with slight angst
Warnings: None!

A/N: Hey all! So sorry for being on hiatus the past god knows how many months, all the other admins and I are really busy with work and the time we have dedicated to write is really limited. Nevertheless, i hope ya’ll like this Jeonghan drabble, thanks also to admin Jihooned and Wooed as well for providing some ideas :) Cheers!

- Scooped ✌️

Pulling down the hems of your shirt to your waist, and turning around once more to look at yourself in the mirror - you were perfectly ready for a date with your boyfriend, Jeonghan.

“Unknown Number” your phone screen read.



“Hello…” No reply.

Just as you were about to hang up, thinking of the call as a prank, the other side of the line, a male with a shy, timid voice, finally spoke up.

“Do you remember me?”

Nostalgia kicked in as you remember where that voice came from. He had many firsts with you - not in a romantic way, but he was your bestest friend ever. The both of you would hang out literally all the time. Straight after school everyday without fail, the both of you would get hamburgers and fries, then you’d spend the afternoon playing sports or just hanging out at each other’s homes. Only positive memories, you recall, until that fateful day when he left for America, to pursue his studies and his dream for becoming a music producer.


“Hey! Long time no see!”

“ITS REALLY YOU!!! JIHOON AH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? ARE YOU BACK IN KOREA…” you were so, so, so happy that you ended up bombarding him with countless questions, and immediately after you found out he was back in Korea, you invited him over so that the two of you could catch up.

Feeling satisfied after the phone call, you immediately left your home to the grocery store with the intention of cooking a welcome home meal for jihoon, and that’s when you remembered about your date with Jeonghan.

As you were about to call Jeonghan to cancel your date, your phone lit up to reveal a text from him.

Jeonghan: “Hey babe, I’m outside. Open up. 

Y/N: “Babe, I’m so sorry, I kind of forgot about our date. Can you meet me at the mart nearby my house? I promise i’ll explain everything. I’m so sorryyyyy :( :*“

A few minutes later, you felt an arm around your shoulder. You turned around and immediately put your shopping basket down, giving the tall, slim stature behind you a big, tight hug.

“Hey babe, what’s this all this about?” Jeonghan chuckled, as he looked over to see your almost-full shopping basket.

“Jeonghan, there’s someone I want you to meet today!” you smiled, pulling away from the hug.

“Who is it? Do I know him or her?” Jeonghan said, walking past you to help you carry your shopping basket.

You looped your arms with his, explaining about Jihoon. You talked about how he was the one who you had so much fun with as teenagers, playing badminton everyday with each other, cafe hopping together, and even how he lent a shoulder to you during difficult times.

Jeonghan just smiled, looking at how happy you were. He definitely didn’t feel 100% good about it, about you being close to another guy other than himself. Afterall, he knows that you never had any guy whom you considered close to, since you were with him all the time after the both of you got together.

As he helped you unpack your just bought groceries, you started to prepare your speciality and also Jihoon’s favourite - Mushroom Cream Spaghetti. Well, hopefully it still is, since you’ve not seen him for almost 2 years.

Chopping up the onions in a flash, Jeonghan stared at you in awe as he observed you cooking.

“So, this is the behind-the-scenes of your famous cream spaghetti,” Jeonghan said, as you placed the uncooked noodles into the boiling pot over the stove.

“Yep, I hope you’re not sick of it yet!” you chuckled, turning back over to see Jeonghan leaving his seat, walking towards you. You stared at him - he was the perfect height. His fringe fell perfectly over his forehead, and he looked so huggable wearing the casual tracksuit he had on.

You didn’t realise that he was already by your side, arms circling around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I know I’m not sick of you,” Jeonghan whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple. You smiled, enjoying the skinship that Jeonghan is giving. Turning off the stove and placing the just-cooked spaghetti noodles in a bowl next to you, you turned around, facing him.

His lips were already, dangerously close to yours.

You looked up to meet his eyes, having feeling his breaths becoming slightly faster, and leaned in for a passiona-


You pulled away at the doorbell, just before the both of your lips touched, to see only Jeonghan’s slightly irritated gaze. You chuckle at his reaction, but tiptoed to give him a peck before pulling away from his hug to get the door. Meanwhile, Jeonghan dragged his feet and slumped back into his seat.

Opening the door, you were excited to see your old friend. “Jihoon ah! Long time no see!” you said, giving him a big hug at the same time.

“(Y/N)! You’ve grown!” said Jihoon with a wide grin on his small face.

“And you… haven’t gotten any taller!” you chuckled, teasing to break the ice, “Come on in!”

You walked Jihoon to the kitchen and introduced the two boys to each other. Afterall, they were two of the most important people in your life, so you hoped that they’ll get along.

“Babe, this is Jihoon! My best friend from school, and Jihoon, this is my boyfriend, Jeonghan,” you smiled, however only sensing a negative vibe from Jeonghan.

“Hi! I’m Jihoon, nice to meet you!” Jihoon said, as he reaches out his hand to shake with Jeonghan’s.

“Yeah, hi,” Jeonghan said cooly, ignoring the handshake, not minding about anything else other than his fingernails. You see Jihoon fold back his fingers, feeling intimidated.

“Haha, em, well, Jihoon, please take a seat! The food’s almost ready,” you said to break the tension that was forming.

You cooked the spaghetti quickly, minding the awkward silence behind you. Occasionally you tried to make small talk for the both of them, mentioning similar hobbies since the both of them loved to sing, however it was always cut off by Jeonghan’s one word replies and slightly rude answers.

“Jihoon went to the states to learn more about producing music,” you said, placing a plate of spaghetti in front of each of them. “Isn’t that cool, Jeonghan?”

“Well if it was that cool, why did he have to come back?” Jeonghan snickered, picking up his fork to dig in.

“Well, what about you, Jihoon? How was your learning experience?” you asked, not minding Jeonghan’s attitude.

“Oh, I had such a good time, I’ve met and learned from so many amazing people there,” Jihoon explained.

He told you and Jeonghan his adventures, how he met so many producers that taught him many things, giving him tips on how to produce quality music, and all the amazing takeaways he had from the 2 years.

You were so engrossed into his stories that you didn’t realise that you stained the corners of your mouth with cream, and upon seeing this, Jihoon picked up the piece of tissue and held it up, reaching forward to wipe it for you.

“You’re still messy as ever,” Jihoon chuckled as he wiped off the creamy sauce on your mouth.

Jeonghan suddenly stood up, gave you and Jihoon a stare, and marched out while saying, “Have fun, lovebirds, I’m going upstairs.”

Jihoon stared at the door that Jeonghan just exited, and then looked over to you,”I think I may have done something wrong… I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s fine, i’m sure he’s just not in a good mood today, it’s not you, i promise!” you said, trying to keep the mood up, “I’m sure he’s just tired from work, you know how work can be..”

“No,” Jihoon cut you off, “It’s alright, we can always meet another time, go talk to him,” Jihoon said with the kindest smile ever, as he stood up to leave.

“Sorry about that… and yes, let’s definitely meet up again soon, maybe next week? Ddeobokki?” you asked Jihoon, “the one that we always had.”

“It’s a deal,” Jihoon said, as you sent him off.

You went up to your room’s door, taking a deep breath. You knew the reason why Jeonghan has been acting like this the whole day, but you didn’t know that it would take such a big toll on him.

Jeonghan was jealous.

It was the first time; you’ve never seen him jealous before, and that’s when you realised, there was probably no chance for him to get jealous anyway, since the only guy whom you were close with was him.

You realised that you’ve most probably crossed the line with him when you allowed for such intimate interaction with Jihoon, and the latter probably didn’t realise it too as his amiable gestures, despite the long time he had spent away from you, came as practically second nature to him. It was not Jihoon’s fault at all, and you felt guilty for not telling Jeonghan about his existence earlier.

You twisted the doorknob, and carefully opened it, revealing Jeonghan. He was sitting at the corner of your bed, leaning against the headboard. His eyes were closed and his earpiece was plugged in. The sunlight from the window, shining on his face, gave it away that he had a few tears roll down his cheeks.

You got flustered, really flustered. This is the first time, Jeonghan has ever shown that he’s upset, and it shocked you, since he had always been the kind, and patient, amazing boyfriend that you’ve never had in the past.

You too were also really confused with your feelings.

You were angry - he mocked you, and he was really, really rude to your long time best friend. Over jealousy? That was really childish. But at the same time, you were also scared - so many what if’s were appearing in your head. What if he was only this way because he’s tired? What if you misunderstood him? What if he decides to leave you?

Countless thoughts were running through your head as you approached the lean figure, and before you knew it, tears ran down your cheeks. You had a taste of the salty tear when it reached the corner of your mouth, and at the same time you sat down in front of Jeonghan, cupping his cheeks, attempting to wipe away the teary residue on his face.

Jeonghan’s eyes shot open at your touch, and immediately, he took your hand away from his face and he gave you a big, warm, hug. You were surprised, of course, you didn’t expect this reaction from Jeonghan, you thought he’d be upset and hurt, you thought he wouldn’t want to talk to you.

Overwhelmed by the surge of emotions from his touch, you began to sob. Really badly. You hugged him harder, tightening your arms around his waist and burying your swollen face into his neck. You felt comforted when he tightened his grip around your waist as well.

“I love you,” Jeonghan said, voice evident that he too, was a mess, “and I don’t want that to change.”

You sniffed your nose as you pulled away from him, looking into his eyes as you started speaking,”I was so afraid that you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Pabo, I was afraid that you were going to hate me for being such an ass,” Jeonghan mumbled, smiling slightly as he looked into your eyes.

“You’re the pabo!” you chuckled, finally smiling and cleaning up the tears from your face.

You felt much better, all the both of you needed was some assurance, and some comforting.

“I’m sorry babe, i’m sorry for my childishness, will you forgive me?” Jeonghan said, twirling a bunch of hair on your head.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, sorry for not taking your feelings in consideration,” you sighed, looking into his teary eyes.

Sometimes in a relationship, jealousy is bound to happen one way or another. The feeling is indeed unpleasant, and it may happen unknowingly to the both of you. It always will seem as though you’re losing trust in your partner.

In this case, Jeonghan getting jealous this time round was in a way a good thing, the both of you found out how much you meant to each other, but more importantly, the fact that Jeonghan loves you as much as you love him, overwrites all the obstacles that the both of you have to face.

I get really tired of people saying Sora is “dumb”, “boring”, or “annoying” because really he is none of those things.

He’s seriously that friend that is down for ANYTHING and will help you with EVERYTHING.

He’s optimistic, but not obnoxiously so. He wants you to be happy, but knows you can’t always be and just accepts that.

He’s the friend that will text you back at 3 am when you’re suddenly sad or can’t sleep.

He’s literally the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for and that is why everyone in the game loves him.

In fact, if it were possible for a Sora hater to actually meet him, he’d probably hug them and tell them, “That’s okay. I like you. I hope you have a better day tomorrow.”

Which for anyone else would be a sick underhanded burn, but with Sora, HE WOULD MEAN IT.


Stiles x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Hints of smut

Stiles stared at you from across the corridor. You were part of coaches new, the cheerleaders distract the enemy while Scott scores, plan and to say you were unhappy about it was an understatement. You’d been his first pick and thanks to you any one who wanted onto the squad was accepted.


“Dude come on stop staring at her.” Scott sighed when he finally found Stiles.


“It’s not just me right she is all up in everything I do, like she’s everywhere.” Stiles complained and waved his hands to point out what he meant.

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Were the bestest of friends do you ever remember how he kept her secret for 13 years never cracking never wavering until Kaneki brought it out of him by force. THEN HE GOT DOWN ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES TO BEG FOR FORGIVENESS AND ETO FORGAVE HIM RIGHT ON THE SPOT. THEN TO MAKE IT UP TO HER HE MADE SURE HER BOOK GOT OUT TO THE MASSES AT THE COST OF HIMSELF.


Like you want to talk about the greatest human/Ghoul relationship it’s them okay. Like so much that Eto who could have used her energy to escape Cochlea decided to go after Furuta to avenge Shiono.

Jonah Marais Imagine.

Title - Tempest Terror.

Warnings - None.

Type - Fluff. Kind of.

Summary - A violent wind storm hits, bringing your fright to its peak, but Jonah has his ways in calming you do

Cold nights with light rain fall like tonight tend to be calming. The pitter patter of raindrops falling onto the roof slowly started becoming heavier and thunder rolled in, roaring loudly.

Wind whistled through the gaps in the windows, turning more violently into a shrieking sound. Suddenly a thud and a loud flash of lighting shon through the entire house, causing you to jump, which is what started setting you off.

You gulp nervously before running into the kitchen to grab your phone and start dialing your best friend, Jonah. Unsure of what you would say to him, you call him anyway, knowing he would understand.

He answers your call after only two rings, and before you can get a word in you hear his low and soothing voice speak.

“Hey beautiful, i’m on my way over.” He says.

“You are?” You furrow your eyebrows, fumbling with the free hand that isn’t holding the phone.

“Mhm, I heard the storm was going to get pretty bad, and I don’t want you going through it alone. I’ll see you soon.” You can sense the small smile on his face, and you huff in relief before hanging up.

You quickly stroll over to door and unlock it so Jonah can let himself in.

You sat quietly at the kitchen island, fumbling with the hem of your shirt taking deep breaths as the walls of your house were creaking and shaking.

The light thud of footsteps starting approaching for behind before the warmth of strong arms wrapped delicately around your waist from behind.

“Are you doing okay?” He whispered, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Y-yeah..” You mumbled, jumping but not looking up to meet his eye as another bolt of lighting struck.

Jonah sighed, moving his hand to rest on the side of your legs as he spit you around to face him. He looked deeply into your eyes, purposely trying to draw your attention to something besides the storm.

Jonah placed one hand under your legs from the chair you were seated at and one on the small of your back as he carried you bridal style into the living room. He laid back onto the soft of the lounge, you on his lap, cuddled into the corner.

“How did you know I was going to call you here?” You spoke softly, feeling Jonah’s arms wrap securely around your waist, holding you close. He kissed your neck lightly before answering.

“I know you love the rain, but this storm was a bit intense so I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay.” Jonah explained, causing your mouth to curve into a small smile.

“I love you Jonah. You’re the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for.” You hum a smile, closing your eyes lightly as Jonah huffs a chuckle.

“I love you too.” He said. You feel him nuzzle your cheek with the cold tip of his nose. “I love you so much..” He mumbled, his arms squeezing a little tighter around your waist.

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La Douleur Exquise — An Ong Seongwoo Songfic

la douleur exquise: the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

genre: angst!-

We sit next to each other in the car but there is no music

I always held your left hand but now you’re picking at your lips

You smile with an aching heart as you watched your childhood best friend Seongwoo anxiously await the arrival of his soon-to-be wife, Yoon Solbi. His hand laced together, a pointer finger tapping a beat on the opposite hand. A habit of his when he gets nervous.

I know what you’re going to say, please don’t say it

Don’t know why Don’t know why

I want to draw out each minute, each second

But the empty road rushes me on

Flashback to 2 years ago

You were at Seongwoo’s studying for the upcoming final exams for your final year of college, currently taking a 5-minute break.

“Hey Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

“Hmm? What is it?” ‘Please don’t be what I think it’s going to be.’

“I think I like Solbi, she’s just so nice you know? She’s so pretty and talented, she’s…”

As he begins ranting you zone out, ‘Ah yes, of course it’s Solbi. Why am I not surprised? She has every guy going after her, it’s no surprise Seongwoo would too.’

After going round and round

I arrive at your house that’s so familiar and tears fall

After spending a long day finding this place

I feel like I am lost

You felt so disappointed, to find out a girl who just moved here stole your best friend’s heart in a matter of seconds while you’ve been next to him all this time, unnoticed.

“Hey Ong, I gotta go. I just remembered I promised my mom I’d go buy groceries today.”

“Oh, alright Y/N. Let’s continue our study session tomorrow?” He excitedly asks.

“..Yeah,” you bitterly smiled, thinking about another day of Solbi this, Solbi that.

Please don’t, please don’t leave

Don’t know why Don’t know why

It’s not even raining but outside the window

You grow white and farther apart

Seongwoo and you usually walk home together, you were waiting for him to show up so you two can walk to his place for your study session part 2. And although he only talks about Solbi whenever he gets the chance, your heart pounds at the thought of getting to be the one next to him and not Solbi.

Your stomach churns as the thought of Solbi not being there passes through your mind. You’re so jealous. Jealous of the fact that she won Seongwoo’s heart without any effort.

Five, ten, thirty minutes, an hour passes and Seongwoo still hasn’t showed up so you decided to text him;

Today 3:45 PM

Hey Ong, where are you? It’s been an hour…


Today 3:58 PM

Hey, please answer??

Where are you?

Why aren’t you answering me? )):

Today 4:10 PM

Are you okay?

If you didn’t want to study today, you should’ve told me beforehand.

Letting you go is not as easy as it sounds

I turn away, not being able to see you leave me

Tears eventually drop and I need to wipe them away now

I don’t know whether I should use the handkerchief you gave me or throw it away

Why won’t this trembling go away?

You ended up leaving campus alone, walking by a public library. Looking through the windows, you see two familiar faces, Seongwoo and Solbi.

You feel tears forming in your eyes, heart aching, you wanted to barge in there and scream at Solbi to go away. You wanted to turn back the time to when Solbi never moved to this school. You wanted Seongwoo all to yourself. However, you knew you lost once you saw Seongwoo smiling happily, chatting with Solbi, teaching her whatever subject she needed help on.

You gave up.

I pretend to be crazy and hold onto you but

My body won’t listen to me

Intoxicated with the scent of you in the car

I don’t want to wake up forever

You began slowly creating distance between the both of you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay sane around him when your feelings for him are still strong. When he asks to hang out, you give him measly excuses.

“Ah, sorry I can’t today, I don’t feel well.”

“My little brother is sick, I have to take care of him, sorry.”

Seongwoo doesn’t seem suspicious of your actions, even if he is, he doesn’t show it. He brushes it off and goes on dates with Solbi. ‘Ah, right. Forgot to mention, he asked to be her boyfriend the day he ditched our study session and she said yes. Funny thing was, he never replied to my messages. I was left on read.’

A few weeks later

Your feelings for Seongwoo were still there, in fact they got stronger. You couldn’t help but miss and love him. Your attempt at trying to distance yourself failed as you found it hard to continue on like that. And so, you mended your friendship and tried to support his relationship with Solbi.

Please don’t (please) don’t leave please (please)

Come back (come back) come back (come back)

On top of the empty seat you left

only your cold scent remains

Back to the present

You received an invitation to his wedding one day and was reluctant to go. However, since you are his best friend you felt it rude to not go. Biggest mistake, your heart couldn’t handle it.

You wanted to be the one walking down the aisle, heading towards your husband-to-be Ong Seongwoo. You wanted to be the one who he gives his special smile to. You wanted to be the one by his side for the rest of his life.

You visited him before the ceremony began, comforted him, told him he could do it. You helped him calm down a little bit, reassured him that his fiance wouldn’t run out on him.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t here right now, comforting me. I love you, you’re the bestest friend ever.”

You forced a smile onto your face, but didn’t say anything back, afraid your voice would end up cracking and the pain you’ve been hiding for years will reveal itself.

‘I love you too, Seongwoo. But as more than a friend.’

You hear something shatter nearby and look around to find the source, but it was nowhere to be found and it seemed like you were the only one who heard it.

‘Ah,’ you thought. ‘I know what that sound was.’

Please don’t, please don’t leave

Come back (come back) come back (come back)

I will hold onto the remaining scent

So come back to your place

“You may now kiss the bride.”

‘It was the sound of my heart shattering into a million more pieces.’

unedited! this wasn’t requested, it was just in my head and i couldn’t sleep. 

it’s 3 in the morning and i’m hungry and tired so this won’t make sense?? i think-

this popped up while i had “Please Don’t” by K. Will and “Sweet Dreams” by Heechul and Kyunghoon on loop because i love listening to sad love songs

cough the lyrics are from “Please Don’t” cough

I Love You the Most - Malia Tate

Originally posted by cockyblake

word count: 1189
warnings: nada
summary: while malia readies herself for college, she begins to wonder what her future with you will consist of

[when you’re taught to see the world through fire, nothing looks safe]

You were perched on the end of Malia’s bed, watching her as she paced around whilst reading her book.  The one that she needed to finish before her first year of college began, which was in one week from today.  She’d begun the book yesterday.

You just sat patiently, knowing that her education had become very important to her, and you didn’t want to disrupt her from her studies.  So you sat.  In silence, as she walked around, reading.  Sometimes she’ll read aloud to you, small mumbles or confused repeats.  But she was mostly silent.  So you sat.

Malia felt awful, not only ad she procrastinated her entire summer, but she’d ruined date night with you.  Over a dumb book she didn’t even understand.  Or like.  Books weren’t her thing.

“I’m sorry” She sighed out to you after ten minutes of her pacing.  But you shook your head and smiled.

“I don’t mind baby, you take your time” You told her honestly.  You gave her a sweet smile, but she still looked at you guiltily.  “I’m just gonna lay down” You told her, scooting back on her bed and lying in it.  “You keep doing what you’re doing.  I’m proud of you” You added, to which she sighed but nodded.

Your eyes had shut when you saw her sit on the floor, her back against the wall under the window.

She read about the boy and the girl, falling in love with each other in the most cliche ways.  Malia rolled her eyes, but continued to read and turn pages, trying to follow the story of them as best as she could.

But she couldn’t help it when her mind wandered off, beginning to wonder what aspects of the characters’ relationship were similar to hers and yours.

You’d fallen in love just as easily as them, as soon as she’d seen you she knew she wanted you, and you her.  You were dating not long after she had beginning to attend Beacon Hills High.  And she’d always been thankful that you were friends with the pack, and knew about the supernatural.  That way, she didn’t have to keep secrets from you.

You’d become her anchor, and although you were human, she was yours.  It was her favorite thing, coming up to you and saying ‘hello my anchor’.  Mostly because it made you giggle and blush in the most adorable way.

And through time, your love had only grown and blossomed into something beautiful.  You weren’t just girlfriends, or anchors, or even the bestest of best friends.  You were so beyond labels, that’s how close you were.  That’s how Malia would describe it.  

Even if you came over while she was working on her homework, it was still time spent together and that’s all either of you ever asked for.  Whether it be movie watching, going on walks, studying together, grocery shopping together, napping together, she even enjoyed doing her math if you were there.  It’s how you worked, you only functioned when the other was around.

You clung to each other.  Constantly.  She was always wrapping an arm around you or grabbing your hand or holding hers on your leg.  She craved the physical contact, and you craved the heat of her body against yours, and vice versa.  And not just sexually.  But the animal inside of her instinctively knew to protect you, and she did.  With her life.  You had often found yourself scolding her for putting her life on the line.  It was an argument you’d never won.

Malia chuckled as she looked at your sleeping form.  She couldn’t imagine being with anyone the way she was with you.  In the two and a half years you’d known each other, you’d built a relationship that most people take a lifetime to create or find.  She appreciated and loved you every day, with everything she had.  While things like school, and becoming socially correct she found difficult, you were different.  You were a puzzle piece in her life that always fit.  There’d never been a problem, a fight, she was never confused or challenged when it came to loving you.

And it was the purest thing she’d ever felt.

Malia shut her book, and set it on her dresser before walking over to where you laid sideways on her bed.  You were peacefully sleeping, a small smile gracing your lips as you dreamed.  She smiled at you involuntarily, then crawled onto the mattress, and laid right across from you.  Watching you in your most tranquil state.  She’d loved seeing you sleep, loved how you seemed so relaxed, how you smiled.  And when you slept together, you’d cling onto her and wouldn’t let go until morning.

She reached over, gently running her fingers over your cheek.  The action made you stir awake, but you didn’t even open your eyes.  Just shuffled up close to her and buried your face in the crook of her neck, planting a kiss on the revealed skin there.

“Did you finish your reading?” You murmured, and she made an ‘eh’ sound.

“Sort of.  I have like… a quarter left” She told you, and you smiled against her.

“Good for you” You told her, and she wrapped an arm over you, running up your back before tangling in your hair.

“Made me think about you” She told you, and you hummed in question.  “Yeah… like about where we’re going” 

“Where we’re going?”

“Like… with out relationship… like-like our future” You pulled back from her, enough to look her in the eyes.  Your brow was quirked up, in silent surprise by her words.

“Our future?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah, you know” She shrugged her shoulders.  “Getting married, living together, stuff like that” A slow smile spread on your lips, before you reached up and kissed her longingly.  You could taste a hint of pizza from your dinner earlier on her mouth, but you didn’t care.

“Mmm what was that for?” She murmured.

“You want to get married?” You asked her.  “You want to have a wedding, you and me, spend our lives together?”

“Well yeah” She said like it was obvious.  “I don’t want to spend it with someone else, or on my own, I want you in it, forever” She told you, and she didn’t even know that it was the most romantic thing you’d ever heard.

“Well then that’s what that was for” You hummed.  “I love you” You told her, cupping a hand over her cheek, and brushing your lips over her but not kissing her.  “You know that?”

“I know” She said with a smile, and stole a kiss from you.  “I love you more” You giggled, shaking your head.

“No no, not possible, because I love you the most” Malia gasped in excited surprise.  “What?” You asked, giggling at her sudden eagerness.

“They said that in my book!” She said, and you closed your eyes as you laughed, and shook your head at this adorable girl in front of you.

“Yeah, I definitely love you the most” You said.

another wonderful person you can marry that would be an amazing life long partner

this one’s dedicated to @not-a-functioning-fangal bc she’s a best friend that i made so fast and we’re both very much in love with malia (and a hella lot of other ppl) :D

xoxo ~ jordie