these two give me a heart attack on a daily basis

Aftermath

Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.


“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @babeychocolatemai , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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Consolation

Hello again! I wrote this in about half and hour and didn’t proof-read or anything, so it may be a mess, but hopefully it’s alright? This is a Peter Parker story about the reader having an awful day and Peter being there to help make it better. I got a request for an imagine about Tom comforting an upset reader, but I just changed it to a Peter fic, so I hope that’s okay!

Consolation

    Peter and Ned rushed down the hallway, late for class as per usual, each boy faulting the other for the possible detention slip that loomed over their heads. Truthfully, they were both guilty parties.

Ned and Peter had gotten hungry after gym class and snuck off campus during their lunch break to grab sandwiches at the shop a few blocks down. They’d been so absorbed by greasy fries and vanilla malts that they had forgotten to check the clock. To make it to physics on time, the boys had needed to run down the street, which proved very difficult seeing as the streets were always crowded with too many people. You could barely bend over to tie your shoe without someone getting in your way and vice versa.

“This is so annoying!” Peter whined, “I can’t deal with a detention today, what if Mr. Stark needs me, or like, I don’t know, I’ve got to somehow figure out how to multiply myself so I can be about a thousand places at once so I can fight all the city’s crime.” He bent over for a second to wait for Ned to catch up.

“Dude, shut up,” Ned wheezed, “I think I’m just going to take the detention slip, I’m over this.” He braced himself with a harsh hand on Peter’s shoulder. “This is like taking gym all over again.”

“No, Ned, we’re so close! I’m sure that we can drag ourselves a few more feet.” Peter encouraged his best friend, while the pair moved sluggishly up the stairs.

Ned opened his mouth with a witty retort in mind, when Peter smacked a hand over his chest to steady him. “Do you hear that?” Peter mumbled.

The boys strained their ears and heard the soft pitter patter of heels clacking against the floor above them. The longer they listened, the more amplified the clicks became. “Shit,” Ned cursed, “we’re so getting caught. I am not down for detention right now.”

The boys fumbled on the stairs, unsure of which direction they should run in when the noise traveled nearer and nearer to where they stood on the stairs. “Maybe we’ll just get a firm talking to for being late again?” Peter said, doing his best to think positively in the face of defeat.

Ned groaned, slumping his shoulders, as he too accepted the fact that he and his best friend were about to be completely vanquished by whatever school staff member was about to bust them for their constant tardiness.

Peter moaned and leaned back into the banister, taking out his phone to text both Aunt May and Mr. Stark that he would be unavailable for a few more hours after class. The boys both lifted their heads up to meet the furious gaze of the teacher that never came.

Instead, the young girl that breezed past the boys was one of their friends, and Peter’s biggest crush yet. When Liz Allen hadn’t worked out, Liz had made sure to introduce Peter to her friend, who was in the same grade as Peter and Ned. She even shared more than a few classes with the pair of them.

She stunned Peter on a daily basis. Whether it was her ability to quote Shakespearean literature like it was a simple recipe that she’d learned over the weekend, drink eight lattes a day, manipulate chemicals to do as she pleased, or her capability to be the kindest person he’d ever met, Peter was always left breathless. She was nice to everyone, even to the people who didn’t deserve it and had never flaunted her beauty or brains in a way that hurt a classmate intentionally. Peter didn’t think he had ever heard her utter a mean word about someone in his entire life, even when people would say horrid things to her.

She comforted Peter on his lowest nights, even without being near him. She had a soft voice and he imagined cuddling up with her in bed, while she played with his curls and listened to him cry about the level of stress that he was under without ever making fun of him. Besides that, she was easily the most beautifully luminous girl in Peter and Ned’s entire high school.

Although, right now, she was wiping her eyes and trying to cover up the sobs that drifted past her lips. Peter’s eyes widened and he looked to Ned and then back at the girl that he desperately desired to make his own, and then back at Ned.

“Go,” Ned urged, pushing Peter in an attempt to steer him closer to her. “Go or it’ll be too late. She likes you and you like her, stop being a baby, Parker. Tony Stark can’t do everything for you.”

A few weeks ago, a rumor spread that she had gotten a little too tipsy at one of Liz’s parties and had accidently, and quite loudly, revealed that she harbored a massive crush on Peter Parker. Peter had been quick to brush off the rumor, claiming that it was only started to embarrass her, remained unaware that the rumor wasn’t just a rumor, and was an actual fact.

Before Peter could take offense to Ned’s statement, something clicked in his brain and he was tearing down the stairs, trying to make his way to her before she reached the school’s front door.

He called out her name just as her hand closed over the door’s handle. She turned, brown mascara smudged beneath her eyes and waved, her lips quivering into a soft smile that she aimed at Peter before she pulled open the door and walked through it.

“Shit,” Peter mumbled, breaking into a full run in hopes of getting to her before she drove off.

Her day had been so horrible, no matter how she tried to look at. All she wanted was for Peter Parker to wrap his surprisingly muscular arms around her frame, pull her onto his lap, and allow her to cry into his neck while he whispered soft words of reassurement to her. She logiticied that Peter hadn’t reciprocate her feelings, seeing as Liz had been his crush since day one, no matter what Liz said, so she would have to settle for her warm, pink bed, a tub of ice-cream, and a Harry Potter movie marathon.

Peter called her name out once again, nearly tripping over his own two feet to stand in front of her. “Wait,” he wheezed, all of his words crawling back down his throat when he looked upon her face.

Fresh tears glimmered in her eyes, her rosey lipgloss had been disturbed, her lower lip trembled and Peter was almost lost for words. He had never seen her look so sad before and he decided right then and there that he would find the person who did this to her and destroy them, spidey suit or not.

“What’s the matter?” Peter said gently, moving to hug her close, but then dropping his hands because she hadn’t said that he was allowed to touch her and Peter wouldn’t ever want to make her heart hurt more.

In reality, the girl knew that she was probably being over-dramatic and silly, but she couldn’t help it. Everything that she had worked so hard for was collapsing in on her and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn’t even one in the afternoon and she had suffered through three anxiety attacks, and was currently on the brink of another one.

She opened her mouth to respond to Peter, but when she couldn’t make her mouth move past a strangled sob, she simply shrugged her shoulders and catapulted herself into Peter’s arms.

Peter reacted automatically, cradling the small of her back to him while he rubbed soft circles onto her spine. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered into her floral smelling hair, “tell me what I can do to fix it and I’ll do it.”

They stood like that for a while, Peter slowly rocking them back and forth, while he supported the meager weight of her shaking frame in his arms. He spoke to her tenderly, telling her that he would help her make whatever was hurting her okay before she lifted her head to meet his eyes.

“Peter, I’m going to get you into trouble.” She sniffled, “you should be in class, I know that you love physics.”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Peter said, raising his eyebrows, “I don’t give half a damn about physics right now, you’re the only one who brought it up. I want to be where you are so I can help.”

She prayed that she wouldn’t regret what she was about to ask Peter, “do you wanna come home with me? We’re both going to get detention if we stay out here for much longer. I promise I’ll compensate you with warm chocolate chip cookies and coffee,” she trailed off, refusing to meet Peter’s hopeful gaze.

“Okay,” Peter said, “but I don’t know if you should drive right now,” he pointed to her shaking hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt by accident.”

She nodded her head, planning on ordering an uber and just leaving her car at the school.

“If you want, I can drive us home, I swear I know how.” Peter offered, a cherry blush spilling over his cheeks.

The girl dug through her purse before retrieving her car keys. “Okay, Peter. I trust you.”

Peter smiled at her before taking hold her keys and leading her into the parking lot. He couldn’t believe that she still looked so pretty after having just sobbed into his sweater.

“Peter?” She asked softly, tugging at his sleeve to make him look at her. “Thank you for being so good to me.”

He shook his head and leaned in, and before he could stop himself, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. Peter’s eyes widened, but before he could have his own panic attack, she flashed a real smile at him and pulled Peter forward, through lanes and lanes of parked cars.


Quiet Kisses Are So Hardcore

Tried to write a short kacchako kiss fic, and it turned into a full blown character study. So it goes. Thanks to @happyisahabit for taking a look at it!

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It is supposed to be like ripping off a band-aid.

Tell her to get lost. Unfriend and block her on social media. Don’t answer any texts, and block her number too. Uraraka is smart. She’ll get the message. And when the sting of rejection subsides, she’ll move on to someone else. Someone more suitable, someone more deserving. In the end, Uraraka will still be happy.

Bakugou is doing her a favor. If Uraraka never speaks to him again, that’s what he deserves for being dumb enough to catch feelings in the first place.

On the way out of class, Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder. “So, gym? Or video games? Or gym and video games?”

Bakugou calculates. Uraraka tends to go to the gym around this time, and this whole avoidance thing won’t work if they keep running into each other. But then he catches her in the corner of his eye heading to the dorms herself–his eyes had a nasty habit of following her of their own accord–and realizes that the gym is the better option after all. He wonders how long he’ll have to tiptoe through his own life before it gets easier.

“Gym first,” Bakugou says. “Maybe video games after.”

“Are you ok, man?” Kirishima asks. “You’re kind of broody today. Like, Todoroki-level broody.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Heh, there’s a Bakugou I know.”

Once they get there, Bakugou makes a beeline for the bikes. Spinning is great cardio, but it’s also one of the few activities that lets Bakugou’s mind wander. As his legs start pedaling, he zones out to think about how this whole Uraraka situation went to shit so fast.

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Kim Jongdae// Collision Course - Part 4

Originally posted by jongdaeonly

Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1 / 2/ 3/ 4 /5)
Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU
Word Count: 2,288  

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Google made me proud today.

A little while ago, I was on a mission to show a friend of mine the best doggo in the world, Chica. I began to type ‘mark fischbach chica’ and as Google tried to read my mind, as it always does, I froze and tears welled in my eyes.

‘mark fischbach changing the world’ now at this moment I was mid sentence on Skype so my friend started to panic slightly because of my sudden pause. When I finally found my voice again I explained what had caught me off guard. To which my friend replied, “Why did that hit you so hard? The guy does charity work right?”

Years of watching Mark, all the skits, all the let’s plays, all the goofy stuff that falls in the mix as well, even if I didn’t necessarily like the video or find it particularly funny I always watched from beginning to end to show my support for his channel. Not because I was staring at his face [though he his a looker], not because of being his biggest fan [though I’m probably up there], not even just to have background noise [I like to actually watch the videos]. I would watch them in their entirety because maybe the money made from that time watching that particular video would enable him to do his next big event that would save people’s live by giving them the hope they had lost, fund another charity so its research could go on and maybe even find a cure, all of that and more.

Today I watched his PAX East panel, not in person sadly but live on twitch. At the end when it appeared he was going to break down and cry [all while I’m pointing and screaming at my TV for him not to cry over and over again because though I know he’s crying because his heart is full of joy and pride, it makes me tear up too, dang you Mark] His ending remarks both filled me with happiness and sadness.

Mind you now in the Skype call, showing pictures of Chica has fallen to the back burner [sorry Chica-bica] and I had began rambling about all the different charities Mark has helped raise awareness and money for, how his channel has become this massive community full of love and kindness and were only able to what it is today because no matter what video you click on of Marks, be it his oldest videos or one he posted a few hours ago, behind those dick jokes, infectious laugh, screams, two-finger defense strategies, and everything else; he’s still just a man who wants to change the world.

My exact words before the Skype call was ended with my friend saying I’m gonna go check out this guys videos [got you a new subscriber Mark! Woo!] were, “I froze when I saw that come up on the auto-complete search results because it’s amazing. I froze and damn near started crying my ****in eyes out because this man who one a daily basis calls himself a goof and acts exactly like a goof, is changing the world. Whether it’s meeting a sick child who is a fan of his videos, doing a live stream, going out and meeting his fans and doing skits that include them, answering questions at conventions, or just making people like me be able to smile from the comfort of my home and give me the strength to fight impulses that would be damaging. He preaches over and over again that to him we’re the heroes, hell he put it on the sleeves on his charity shirts, he’s too humble to admit that he is the hero or that he’s made his friends: Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, Tyler, etc. heroes as well for pushing for the goals with him and all coming up together with new and amazing ways to both entertain and improve the day to day life of everyone who will watch and listen.” 

I sat here for a few minutes minutes, got my screen cap cut down to size, made sure it wasn’t too illegible. As I began to type my post, my Skype rang, it was my same fiend from before. I imagine the time lapse between end of call to now beginning of new call was maybe a total of two hours give or take.

I answer and all I hear are tears. I am instantly in [who do I need to kill] mode. After they calm down they explain they just searched for emotional play through’s. My mind immediately goes to ‘Presentable Liberty’, ‘That Dragon Cancer’, ‘Anxiety Attack’, among many others I could think of that could be labeled emotional. 

After an awkward silence they asked, “What possessed this man, who has known such great tragedy and loss in his life to do everything he does for others.” I smiled, we were on video chat so they saw and then looked at me with confusion. “The answer to that one is easy, I think he’d agree. He’s seen difficulty, just like all of us, and THAT is why he continues to do it. He strives to make the burdens of this world less heavy on our shoulders, he raises money so that the sick can be mended and go home and play with their friends, he makes personal vlogs looking into each and every one of his fan’s eyes, tears brimming with whatever emotion he’s conveying so we all know he is there for us, he is proud of us, and he will never stop working to change the world.”

My friend nodded at me then told me they were gonna go rest on it, maybe watch a few more videos before laying down. I just made a terrible joke about FNAF [I will spare you the joke, trust me, it was bad] then the Skype call ended once more. 

Now I’m left here with these thoughts in my head. Earlier I mentioned the PAX East stream, one of the things Mark said before leaving the stage was, “When we’re gone, you’re next.” Now this turned into jokes being made and all that because that’s what Mark and his friends do, they cut up and have a good time. It was the way he said it that stuck with me. Like he’s prepping all of us to take this bright, burning torch when he decides to step away from youtube as a career and that brings him almost to a blubbering mess because of all we’ve shown him we can do so far, I think he believes that whenever that time is. Whether it be a year from now, two years from now, or more; he knows that the community that he never dreamed he would have and be part of will continue to do what we do best, because we learned it from the one and only Markiplier.

Change the world.

The Second Underground

You smiled and wiped away a small tear as you watched your pixel friends wander off screen into their sunset happiness, beginning a new life together. Sighing in happiness, your heart fluttered as you finished the post pacifist route for the fifth time. You remembered why you love the game so much, from the soundtrack, to the boss fights,  it always left you with sense of being loved. It’s crazy, you know, but just for a moment, you felt as if these characters cared for you, as you care for them. But every blissful moment comes to end, and you inevitably turned off your screen. A dull blackness swept across the world you so badly want to be in, leaving you staring at your reflection. Alone. Tear stained. Your fond smile instantly dipped as you realized that you’re here by yourself. No one is here with you and no one ever will be. Shaking your head, you turned away from your screen and head to bed. 

The following months blurred together, but no matter where you go, the game stayed with you. You cracked skeletal puns whenever you can and laughed at your own jokes, pretending Sans was there to laugh with you. You purposely stayed clear of yellow flowers, pronouncing them evil yet you care for every single one of them, imagining Flowey being happy on the surface. You baked a cinnamon butterscotch pie, mouth watering at the sweetness and your stomach growling from slaving over the oven, imagining Toriel giving you motherly baking tips and guiding you on how to perfect it. All these little interactions moved you through your day, knowing that you will always have them in your heart. 

But it’s not good enough. You can make as many skeleton puns as you want, but there’s no one there to laugh with you. You can fear a yellow flower, but there’s no one there to cower in fear with you. You can bake the perfect pie, but there’s no one here for you to share it. You have your characters, but you need more. You can replay and reset as many times as you want, but it will never fill the empty hole in your heart. 

As you join the fandom through Tumblr, you watch from the sidelines, consuming art, fanfiction, music, and audios. You did so silently, without interacting with everyone else, despite it looking like fun. You were scared of approaching. Who would you talk to? What do you say? Will you be a burden? You never quite got over this fear until a while later, but you did one act of bravery on your own. You admired these content creators, so you became one.

It didn’t take long for you to create your new blog. You only spent a few hours customizing your web page and creating your rules, but once you finished, now what? You had to do what you feared the most: asking for help. Going around your favorite blog, you asked them to help give you a boost and promote you. You were excited to start working. 

And work you did. You poured endless hours slaving over your keyboard to publish your best content until you made your first friend on this blog at 200 followers. You were overjoyed and ecstatic, talking to them day and night and at this point, the hole in your heart closed up a bit more. 

You never expected to gain popularity. Followers poured in until it got too much and you broke in the beginning of spring, where the flowers bloomed from your despair. You gave this new blog of yours everything that you wanted to have, leaving you empty and vulnerable, open to attacks from small mistakes. But, to your surprise, the friend you made lifted you up, but not only that, so did your beloved followers flood in to support you. You got fanart, praise, encouragement, and love, something that you did not have before and at that moment, your tears turned into tears of joy. You wanted to hug each and every one of them for helping you get through this, and even though it was hard,  you never felt alone. 

Months passed, and your motivation declined, yet you still loved what you do. You continue to push out content, taking breaks every once in awhile, and everything was at peace. You gain even more friends that you talk to on a daily basis and interact with some regular followers, often giving advice to those who needed it. Some come and go, but that loneliness you felt before rarely ever surfaced. You didn’t think that your life could get better, until it did. 

You recognized them from when they asked you to promote their blog, which you gladly did and followed soon after. They posted a link to a discord where everyone who gathered could talk about Undertale and make friends. Before, you would’ve scrolled past that link, too scared to talk to anyone. But now, you were more confident, proud to be yourself, and joined. Just by doing such a small act, you gained friends that you loved and hold so dear, and they would do the same to you. You had a place where you felt like you belong, where you could relax and be yourself. Every time you received a notification or see your friends’ icons, you can’t help but smile as your heart thuds louder. Was this love? Pure love that you have for these people, that you want to cherish with all you have? Friends is no longer a term you use for each other, but something more. 

And now, you’re sitting in front of your desk at 2 AM, the day of the two year anniversary of Undertale, the game that changed your life. One of your amazing artist friends nags you to sleep, and you chuckle, promising her you would once you publish this post. You sit there, with tears in your eyes, reminiscing your journey and how far you’ve gotten.  Is it too arrogant to say how proud of yourself you are? Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, you don’t care. You’re surrounded by people who love you, people who you can confide in, people who support you no matter what. All thanks to a simple videogame. You’ve never been more grateful in your entire life. 


This is my contribution to the Determination Project and Undertale’s 2 year anniversary. I wanted to go with the theme of how the game shaped my life, and I didn’t realize how vulnerable writing this left me. There were tears as I wrote this haha. I guess, I’m just so grateful for every single follower, because without you, I would be nothing. Thank you so much for reading my content and brightening my day with cute comments. You guys make me so happy and I am so proud to be a part of this fandom. 

A Pirate’s Life For Me - Pirate Negan AU

Originally posted by pbonnie89


Author: @84reedsy

Characters: (Pirate) Negan X Female OC

Word Count: 4759

Warnings:  A level of smut that I was not even really prepared for. Also my first time writing Negan! NSFW, Swearing, language, some violence. 

Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network

Description: A new crew member has a big secret to hide, will the Captain find out “Gabriel’s” hidden identity?



The seas were fairly calm, the skies were bright blue. The hull of the ship bobbed slowly in the water as if it were part of the tide, part of the sea itself. The Sanctuary was a mighty ship, it’s black sails setting it apart from many of its counterparts; the pirate ship’s appearance alone struck fear into the hearts of those who were unlucky enough to lay their eyes upon it. For when one saw the ship, it was usually to late to fend her off for long, for The Sanctuary was a mighty, mighty ship indeed as her lossless record of piracy would suggest.

The crew was kept well as any crew could. Captain Negan made a point to call them Saviours instead of pirates, saying their work was honorable and part of what the sea needs.

They did not want for much as long as their allegiance to their captain was strong. The deck swabbed daily, the ship kept in immaculate shape, even the cooks quarters, normally a source of disease and festering smells was kept well. The captain would tolerate no less. He was fair, but if crossed or disobeyed could be a vicious and as bloodthirsty as any pirate captain could be. Those he did not strike fear in upon his appearance, he would at the very least garner the utmost respect. Yes, Negan was one hell of a pirate.

The ship was large, one of the largest vessels ever stolen from the royal navy and left unreclaimed, for the military feared him as much as any other man. Knowing this only furthered Negan’s drive to plunder and amass his fortune.

Most of the crew was an aggregation of his conquests. Those that did not perish were invited to join the ship’s legion. Those that refused were left behind on their sinking vessels to die an almost certain watery death. It was on one of those ships that Gabriel was a recruit from. He was aboard a french ship on a destinationless pleasure cruise when they were taken by Negan and the rest of the crew aboard The Sanctuary.

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Alone For 2,220 Days.

Requested By Anon - Clarke never finds Madi and now it’s six years later and we see how Clarke has coped (maybe she’s gone a tiny bit insane in a way) and now the others have returned and found her.


In all fairness going insane after six years completely insane was understandable, Clarke had no one, not a single other human being to keep her company, to keep her from losing it. It started after a year, she’d keep herself occupied by talking to herself, just little mumbles every now and then pretending it was someone else and not her. Clarke had been counting the days her friends were gone, she was waiting for them to return and being alone on a dead planet could cause you to lose it a little. At some point she’d befriended a deer that had visited her almost everyday for food, so she started talking to that instead of to herself which helped. She missed humanity, the lack of human contact made her feel lonely and isolated, it felt that maybe she’d be this way forever and that didn’t help her thoughts, especially when Bellamy and the others didn’t come back when they were supposed to. Clarke was terrified and alone. She just wanted someone…anyone. Hell she’d even like Echo’s company right now.

She’d given each day to removing the bits of rubble that she could from the tower, she knew it was useless, soon she’d have gotten rid of the easier rubble and she’d be left with the large pieces that she’d never be able to lift, not by herself. Clarke might’ve been a little crazy but she wasn’t stupid, she’d never get her friends and family out of the bunker on her own. You’d think at nights she’d cry herself to sleep, but her tears didn’t run anymore, not after a couple of years alone, she found that her sadness rarely ever ended in tears now. It usually became anger and she’d take it out on anything around her. She couldn’t count the amount of times she’d kicked the poor rover.

It had been six years and twenty nine days since she’d last seen her friends, she’d suffered through sicknesses, she had to heal herself through the radiation that had came from Priamfaya, she ate animals that were affected by the radiation, drank water from the contaminated waters. Sure it was disgusting and even with the nightblood she’d occasionally throw up, catch an illness and have to find some surviving healing plant and hope for the best that she didn’t die. It was rough, she’d often wonder if she should venture somewhere else, find some other place to live but she couldn’t, not with her family trapped so close by. She just had to wait, however long it took, she’d wait.

Some days were better than others, she’d sleep through the day, wake hunt, eat, drink and talk through the radio. Those were the simpler days, ones where she didn’t have to struggle to survive; animals attacked on a daily basis. They were hungry too and Clarke was the final human on the surface, she knew they pictured her as a large slab of meat just ready to be torn open. That’s when she was thankful she still had a ton of rifles she’d found in the rover, it was no longer her vs people, now it was her vs animal. She’d once classed herself as an animal person, she’d love any creature she laid eyes on but now she dreaded the moment she heard a simple snap of a twig.


Bellamy winced at the rough landing, he was pretty sure he’d sprained his wrist they crash landed pretty roughly into the ground, Raven had missed the water by miles, which he couldn’t help but feel slightly happy about it. He’d never been a fan of the water and the thought of landing straight into it in a heavy machine was daunting. His vision cleared, the blur vanishing and the ringing stopped, he was in the same seat he’d been in when they went up to space, his chest clenching as he remembered the pain of leaving Clarke behind.

Raven? Monty?” Bellamy called out, his voice hoarse. It hurt to turn his head but he had to make sure his friends were alright, Raven sat unconscious to his left, Monty behind him beside Harper, his breathing heavy.

“We’re alright…Murphy and the other two as well…how is Raven?” Monty replied, Bellamy was relieved, he recalled their first trip down to earth, they’d lost two people just hitting the ground. Bellamy unclicked his belt, groaning at the quick movement, the rocket had been tilted to a side.

“You’d best get the door open,” Bellamy ordered him, moving slowly and carefully to Raven, she’d been upfront so she’d taken the most impact, she’d feel it when she woke up. “I’ve got Raven.”

“Is she alright?” Murphy questioned, he seemed completely fine, not even a cut from the crash but he was looking over Raven’s seat as Bellamy crouched down to check her pulse. Glancing up at Murphy and giving him a curt nod the boy sighing in relief. “Good…do you need help?”

Bellamy shook his head, Monty had managed to pry open the door and sunlight streamed through the small gap, hitting their skin and it felt like home again but Bellamy focused on Raven, Murphy turned to follow Echo out but Bellamy called him to a stop.

“Actually I’m going to need to hold her shoulders, once I unlock this belt she’s going to fall forward fast, you need to slow her down so I can catch her,” Murphy nodded, glad to help the unconscious brunette. He held to Raven as Bellamy unclicked her, he’d been right, Raven’s body flew forward but Murphy held a tight lock, screwing his eyes shut as he did his best to keep her in her seat as Bellamy removed the belt from her arms. “Ok, release her.”

Murphy did as he was told and Raven felt forward into Bellamy, thankfully he caught her and both him and Murphy let out a breath and with Murphy’s help they managed to get out of the rocket before it tilted even more and crashed into the floor once again. Bellamy led Raven on the grass, Echo rushing to Raven’s side the moment he’d led her on the floor.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Bellamy always felt weird when they asked him something that they’d ask a doctor…that they would’ve asked Clarke.

“She’ll wake up in a minute, she just needs fresh air.” Bellamy told them letting out a breath, finally taking a look around their surroundings, his heart catching in his throat at the sight. Everything looked awful except the green land they were stood on, grounds had been burned, trees scorched to the crisp and daylight having no effect on the darkened ground before them. “L-let’s just find some water, she’ll need some when she wakes up. Monty you come with me.”

“And what if the waters still contaminated?” 

Bellamy knew it was a risk, “Then we’ll have to find some way to make it fresh, we need water to survive and it’s been six years, it should be drinkable.”

Being on the ground reminded him so much of Clarke, his heart crying in pain at the thought of the girl he had loved so much. His family. But he suppressed it and carried on walking beside Monty, the boy beside him anxious of how Bellamy was taking it. It had taken Bellamy years of grieving to finally come to peace with Clarke’s death, to finally believe that it wasn’t his fault but Monty still heard him cry at night when he’d passed his bedroom. He knew his best friend was still mourning Clarke and he knew being back here where he’d left her to die, must be eating him alive.

“Where do you think Polis is from here?” Monty’s question made his heart pick up, his sister, he hadn’t forgotten about her over the years, he thought of her often wondering how she was doing leading her people. Hoping she was well, imagining the moment they saw each other again. He thought of Abby too, how he’d have to explain what happened, how he’d have to see her face crumble, to prepare for the slap that he’d get across his face because she’d trusted him to keep her daughter alive. And yet he’d done the complete opposite.

“Far, we’ll worry about that in the morning. We’ll focus on getting Raven up and about first then we’ll search for Polis, though if it’s like the rest of the world, I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Bellamy told him, watching as his feet moved through the luscious green of the grass, he’d missed earth. The bright colours and day light, the fresh air and tall trees, the sounds of animals. He’d longed to come back.

“Clarke would be proud of you, Bellamy.”

Monty’s words were like a dagger to the heart, his eyes prickling with tears because he knew it was true, he’d served their people well, he’d used his head, he’d got them to earth all of them alive and that’s all Clarke would have wanted. Bellamy turned his head away from Monty, sniffing to keep his nose from running, he swiped away a tear with his sleeve. The truth was Bellamy had never missed anyone the way he missed Clarke, he missed her more than his own mother and even though he’d never admit it, he missed her more than he had missed his sister. To him Clarke had been everything, she’d meant so much and he’d have given his own life to keep her alive if it hadn’t of been for their friends. Bellamy would have left that lab to get her, he wouldn’t care if he died so long as he was with her. But he’d done what she’d have wanted him to do and used his head rather than his heart.

The pair froze as they heard a mutter of a voice, it wasn’t one of their friends, it couldn’t be. They were back on the field unless they’d followed them but there was no way they’d have got past them without them noticing them. No this was something else.

“What th–”

Sh.” Bellamy hissed, shooting Monty a look as they moved slowly towards the voice, avoiding anything that would startle whoever it was; they didn’t need to be killed when they’d just returned home.

The pair crept up following the voice, what they found almost stopped the both of their hearts, their was the rover perched on a hill. Bellamy would know the vehicle even after all this time, but what made his heart race faster was the fact that it was in perfect shape, it had been used recently. Monty looked just as stunned as he was, moving in stealth closer to the vehicle. Bellamy had moved quicker now, he wasn’t hallucinating, Monty might not have figured out whose voice that was yet but Bellamy had and he wasn’t going to stop now. He had to see for himself. He emerged from behind the rover and there she was. 

Her short blonde hair above her shoulders, a red dye in part of it, her scavenged clothes on her back and from what Bellamy could see a radio held to her mouth as she spoke into it. Bellamy was shocked, he couldn’t order his emotions, he couldn’t stop the tears that had managed to roll down his cheeks, he could see Monty from the corner of his eye, stood looking at Clarke’s back too.

“C-Clarke?” Monty said and like lightning the blonde was up and a gun had been pulled from her side, a gunshot ringing through the air. Monty had ducked just in time the bullet missing him by an inch. Clarke stood like a deer in headlights, eyes darting between Monty and Bellamy, the gun falling from her hand as she realised she’d almost killed Monty. 

“Monty? B-Bellamy?” Clarke muttered in disbelief, hands shaking, she knew she was going crazy but her mind was playing a cruel game on her. She couldn’t tell if this was real or her imagination. Bellamy had his hands up and Monty had stumbled to his feet, they knew the others would’ve heard the gunshot. 

“We’re back, Clarke…we–we made it. You’re alive.” Bellamy was still in shock his mind running, wanting to move but not wanting to scare Clarke any further, he gathered it was hard for her to believe when she’d been alone all this time. “You’re alive.” He repeated in happiness, his voice higher this time and a happy cry left his mouth.

Clarke watched his with watery eyes, it was the first time she’d felt tears in a year and a half, he was home. In seconds Clarke had tossed the radio aside, she didn’t need it anymore and she’d launched herself towards Bellamy. His arms were open and ready for the impact, he didn’t care about any part of his body that was injured from the crash right now, all he could focus on was the girl who had collided with him, his arms locking around her like a puzzle piece. Clarke cried into his shoulder, he’d lifted her off of the ground and she’d pulled away slightly, hands holding herself up on his shoulders and she kissed every inch of his face that she could get contact to until eventually after happy laughs their lips met, melting into a kiss that had been long awaited, Bellamy keeping her flush to his body never wanting to let her go Clarke’s tears ended up getting mixed with Bellamy’s dampening both of their faces but right now they didn’t care. They were alive, they were together, that was all they’d ever wanted.

Not even the crunch of leaves and footsteps pulled them away from their kiss, Monty had been stood with a smile while the others rushed to his side out of breath having heard the gunshot. But they followed his gaze to the pair and a smile formed on each of their faces, Clarke was ok. Raven was being carried by Murphy but she’d woken after all the noise, turning her head in his arms and wondering if this was a dream. Clarke was kissing Bellamy. It could only meant that they’d made it, she’d brought Bellamy back to Clarke, she’d done good.

Werewolf!Jimin (Boyfriend)

Before I start this, I wanna say a h u g e huge huge thank you for 4,500 followers!!! I cannot believe I just typed those numbers, that is so amazing to me and I wish I could hug each and every one of you to say thank you <3 onto the post, it is time for the second half of Jinmin and Yoonmin, the second part of the sunshine line, the first half of the Busan princes who looks so fucking good with the brown hair like d a m n kid that’s a good fucking look right there, Park Jimin aka chim chim

  • I’ve written three things for werewolf!chim so far, there’s the description of him as a werewolf in general, which is part one (here) part two is him falling in love with a human (here) and of course, werewolf!chim as a father (all of the father related posts are here)
  • Since one of the requests was for human!reader, I’ll be using that to start off with
  • Jimin is one of the best boyfriends oh my lord
  • Cuddles ??? HELL YeAh
  • Super warm boyfriend clothes that he “accidentally” leaves at your place so you can wear them?? Done and done
  • Giggly mornings spent in bed with lots of pillow talk and sleepy smiles?? everyday 
  • Waking up next to him is always the best feeling bc he’s got his lil cheek resting on your shoulder, sometimes your chest, sometimes your stomach depending on how much he moves around in his sleep
  • His hair is really messy and his jaw is kinda tickling you bc stubble and his voice is deeper when he wakes up and he’s smiling the minute he opens his eyes and mumbling out a “how’d you sleep” bc he’s too tired to speak any louder than that
  • It takes 0.4 seconds for you to see him in his wolf form bc like hobi, he’s one of the members that just l o v e s being in his wolfy state
  • He loves the abilities a wolf has, he loves the warmth of the fur, he just adores every aspect
  • He briefly mentions it when he’s actually telling you he’s a werewolf but you forget about it bc you’re more focused on the fact that he’s a werewolf at all 
  • So when you come home to see a wolf in your kitchen, getting a drink of water as if it owns the damn place, you’re not totally shocked 
  • There’s the initial oh my god what am I supposed to do in this situation how does a wolf just casually appear
  • All that initial fear and panic goes away when the wolf runs up to you and is wagging its tail and is just looking up at you with these really warm brown eyes that remind you of Jimin’s
  • You’re already against the door so you can’t back away anymore than you already have but the wolf isn’t attacking or growling or anything like that, it’s just kinda waiting for something ???
  • So you decide to test it to see if it really is Jimin by petting its head and the next thing you know, you’ve got a wolf rubbing its head on your palm and rolling around on the floor in front of you and acting like a giant puppy and that’s just confirmation it’s him  
  • He’s got this beautiful black fur and these really pretty eyes that are so bright and happy and he’s one of the smaller wolves of the packs but he’s not the tiniest
  • It’s a bit hard to remember that he’s a wolf tbh bc he acts like such a puppy
  • He wants all of your attention 25/8 and he’s the happiest when he’s got his head on your lap and you’re petting him, he can sit like that for hours and not get bored
  • He can get a bit jealous, especially when you’re playing with your actual dog instead of him
  • He’s gonna be whimpering and whining and rolling around all dramatic until you pay attention to him too
  • Basically you now have two puppies
  • You don’t get to see a whole lot of him on the full moon tbh
  • He’s got a lot of energy as a human on a normal day so when you throw him in with other playful wolves and add in the energy from the full moon, he’s off
  • He’s chasing after Jungkook and Tae, he’s playing with the pups of the pack, he’s playing with the actual dogs, he’s playing with the humans, he’s just playing with everyone
  • He makes sure to play with you but he also doesn’t wanna accidentally hurt you bc sometimes he doesn’t realize how rough he can be since he’s so used to playing with kook and tae so he’s always really gentle with you 
  • He’s really protective over you, if it wasn’t for the fact that the pack is his family and he wants you to feel comfortable with his family, he wouldn’t bring you to the full moon gatherings at all
  • There are a lot of wolves bc the BTS pack is h u g e and the majority of them are werewolves and when he’s got so much energy and needs to burn off by playing and running around, he can’t always keep an eye on you in the way he wants to
  • He always has to come sit with you when there’s another wolf with you, just to make sure they aren’t biting too hard or aren’t using too much force bc you’re his love and he can’t have you hurt, even though he knows it wouldn’t be the other wolf’s intention
  • If it was a serious threat though, that’s got him even more tense, he’s pacing, he’s growling he’s pretty much ready to fight but joon won’t let him unless it’s needed
  • He’s not gonna leave your side until the threat is completely cleared and there’s zero chance of it coming back and he’s gonna apologize a million times for you even being in a situation like that, despite it not being his fault at all
  • As I’ve said in the other posts, werewolves don’t have the same type of jealousy that humans do, their jealousy is more attention based rather than actually getting upset
  • They don’t have to worry about losing their partner bc they mate for life, you’re it for Jimin, he’s not falling in love again, he’s not gonna think of anyone else in a romantic way, he’s got his love already
  • But since you’re human, jealousy is something that happens occasionally bc Jimin does get a good chunk of attention on a daily basis bc that boy is a model, he’s so fucking beautiful and he’s far from being hard on the eyes so people are gonna give that look and some are gonna try to flirt with him or see if he’s single
  • And of course, you know that Jimin is one of the most loyal people you’ve ever met and that he would never even think of flirting back but there are some times where he doesn’t realize they’re flirting ?? Like he genuinely thinks they’re just being really friendly
  • “I’m flattered they were flirting with me but I’m kinda wrapped around your finger over here” 
  • He does take it seriously if you want him to and he’ll be happy to confess his love for you over and over if that’s what it takes to get you to realize he’s yours but he does think it’s really really cute when you get jealous
  • Like he has to bite back a smile and try not to laugh when you’re hugging him extra tight or glaring at the other person and he’s just cooing at you for the rest of the day
  • Insecurity of being human is always always always taken very seriously
  • He’ll let you talk it all out and he’ll hold your hands really tightly and make sure you’re feeling okay
  • He points out the fact that his mother is human and that he himself is half human and that the pack has a couple of hybrids 
  • None of the pack ever made them feel like outsiders just bc they weren’t pure blood, none of the pack pushes the humans away
  • He makes sure that you’re totally okay with everything bc he really doesn’t want you feeling like he’ll love you any less just bc you’re not a werewolf bc his entire lil heart belongs to you and he never ever wants you to feel like there’s any hint of a chance that he won’t love you with all that he has
  • He gets you to be smiley again bc he loves your smile the most and he’s always ready to talk about it if it ever comes up again
  • Werewolf!Jimin as a boyfriend is honestly so sweet and kind, he’s always up for cuddles and he lets you kiss his lil nose or play with his paws bc he just adores you really
Cabin Fever

Title: Cabin Fever
Series: Fairy Tail
Characters/Pairings: Gruvia
A/N: This is going to be a series of one-shots, wether it be about a ship or just a group of characters, you an recommend a prompt and/or a ship and if I like it, I’ll write it! This fic is a modern au, Juvia and Gray are around 13 years old, its set during a hurricane. I wanted to write this with Hurricane Harvey hitting Houston. It gave me an idea for a Gruvia fic. Since I’m cooped up inside because of flooding I had time to write this fic. If you live in Texas I hope you stay safe!

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Juvia biked down the neighborhood road. The rain splattered on her legs, luckily her top half was mostly dry, saved by her big black rain jacket.

When Gajeel realized she was out biking in the rain, in a hurricane no less, he was gonna have a heart attack. Juvia couldn’t stand being cooped up in the house much longer. She was starting to get cabin fever.

Hurricane Harvey had come to Houston, the worst hurricane in 500 years. Juvia had seen on the news about how people’s houses roof’s were being ripped off, business’ being flooded. Even school had been closed for the next week. A small blessing. Gajeel had told her one of the middle schools in her district had flooded. Not her middle school, dang it.

Everything was closed. The local H-E-B was practically empty. Luckily they had gotten food before.

Juvia lived in a small area on the outskirts of Houston, known as Dickinson. Aka the bad neighborhood. Dickinson wouldn’t be that bad, but the school is horrible. The teacher’s don’t give a shit about you, and fights happen on a daily basis.

“Hey what are you doing!” A voice snapped Juvia out of her thoughts.

She stopped peddling and turned to look. A boy was standing underneath his porch shade. He ran over to her, a spider man umbrella over his head.

“What are you doing out in the rain?” He asked and angled the umbrella so it was over both of them.

Juvia looked up at him. Unruly black hair, deep worried eyes. He looked around her age. Probably in middle school as well. Why did he care?

She shrugged. “It’s fun. I’ll probably catch a cold later but I couldn’t stand being cooped up in the house.”

“Same. I was just walking around the house because I needed to stretch my legs and I saw you biking in the rain out my window.” He said. “But you still shouldn’t be in the rain, your right about the catching a cold part.”

Juvia looked behind her. Wow she had really biked a long way. She must’ve lost track of time. She was now in the new part of the neighborhood.

There where two parts of Dickinson. The new neighborhood (aka the nice neighborhood) and he old neighborhood( aka the bad neighborhood). Juvia lived in the bad neighborhood.

Juvia bit her lip. She’d really messed up now. It would take her at least 20 minutes to get back home.

“Come on.” He said. “I have a towel you can use.”

The boy walked back up to his porch. Juvia followed. Walking her bike up the driveway.

By the time she walked under the porch shade he had already came back with a blue striped towel in hand.

Juvia pushed her hood off letting her blue curls fall out. She unzipped the jacket throwing it over her arm.

Juvia mumbled a thanks and used it to dry off her legs. She was only wearing sport shorts under the rain jacket.

“I’m Gray by the way.” He said as she handed the towel back to him.

“Juvia.” She mumbled looking down.

The front door creaked open. A man came out that must be Gray’s father. Wait why was he shirtless?

“What where you doing biking in the rain young lady? I know the water level isn’t bad here but you’d rather be safe then sorry.” His eyebrows where furrowed with worry.

“Juvia is sorry to disturb you sir. Juvia will go straight back home.” She apologized, fiddling with her jacket.

“Nonsense.” The man said. “And I need to call me sir, it’s just Silver. Let’s get you all warmed up then I’ll give your parents a call.”

Juvia’s eyes widened with horror. If her parents found out she’d be in sooooo much trouble.

Juvia frantically waved her hands around. “Really Juvia shouldn’t bother you.”

“Come on, it’s the least we can do, people need to help each other out in times of tragedy.” Gray said smiling sheepishly.

“I’ll put on some hot cocoa!” Silver exclaimed happily.

Gray cringed. “If you don’t like his hot chocolate just say so, I can sneak you some Gatorade.” He whispered in her ear.

Juvia couldn’t say no to them once again so she went inside. Besides Gray was pretty cute.

Juvia stood on the enterance mat. She didn’t want to get any water or mud in their lovely home.

“Juvia is all wet, Juvia doesn’t want to drop on your floors.” She stuttered.

“It’s fine, just take of your shoes. My dad won’t let you leave until he thinks your safe. He’s more of a mom then a dad.” Gray said.

“I HEARD THAT!” Silver shouted from another room.

Gray snickered and grabbed her wrist. “Come on.”

Silver came back into the room with a bundle of clothes in his hand. “These are my daughter’s clothes. Ultear is helping volunteering with her friend Meredy, and Gray’s brother is helping out at his girlfriends house.”

Gray snorted. “Yeah, helping.”

“Thank you, Juvia is grateful.” Juvia stammered.

Juvia took the clothes and Silver showed her to the bathroom. She quickly changed into an over sized t shirt and camo pj shorts, leaving her underwear on. Cold under wear never hurt any body.

“Here let me wash your clothes for you then we can call your folks to come pick you up.” Silver smiled warmly. Juvia could only nod. She’d somehow have to find away to get out of this call her parents thing.

“Heh Juvia! Come over here!” Gray’s voice called. He was sat down on a giant comforter that was in front of a fire place. Juvia slowly sat down next to him, criss cross apple sauce, making sure their was space between them.

Juvia looked down at her lap blushing. Why where they so nice to her? It must be because their from the new neighborhood.

Silver came back with two steaming mugs off hot chocolate. Juvia’s mouth started to water. She took the mug gingerly, it warmed her hands.

Juvia took a tentative sip. Her face screwed up. It was so watery!

“Oh is it too hot?” Silver asked.

Juvia just nodded not wanting to tell him how bad it was. She blew on the hot chocolate (if you could call it that)  for added affect.

“I’ll get some marshmallows!” Silver darted back to what was probably the kitchen.

“It’s that bad?” Gray asked amused.

“N-no it’s okay. Juvia is already intruding.” Juvia sheepishly smiled.

“It’s cool. No one should have to drink my dad’s hot chocolate. Purple or red  gatorade?”

Juvia hesitated. She shouldn’t. But she really needed to wash the taste of that horrible hot chocolate out of her mouth.

“P-purple.” Juvia said.

Silver came back with a huge bag of marshmallows. “Eat all you want.”

Juvia stared at the marshmallows in awe. She took one and let it melt in her mouth. It’s been forever since she had marshmallows. The last time Gajeel had dropped hers trying to make a smore.

Silver walked off again probably to do something else nice for her.

Gray placed a purple gatorade in front of her and sat down, red gatorade in hand.

Juvia practically chugged the entire bottle.

“Wow, that hit chocolate must’ve been bad.” Gray laughed.

Juvia was just glad he didn’t make a thirsty joke.

“Why are you so nice to Juvia?” She asked.

“Well you looked pretty miserable out there in the rain. I wanted to make sure you where okay.” Gray said and smiled crookedly.

Juvia face warmed. “Oh.” She peeped, looking down at her lap.

Gray chuckled. “You sure are shy. I haven’t seen you around here, we know pretty much all of the people around here. Do you not get out much?”

“I live in the old neighborhood.” Juvia braced herself for Gray to look at her differently. Maybe even kick her out.

“Oh okay. That’s cool.” Was all he said. He didn’t look at her differently, or freak out he just shrugged and continued on.

“You said rain biking was fun? Is there any good places?” Gray asked.

Juvia lit up. “Yeah! There’s this one trail that goes behind the park’s trees and there’s a dip in the side walk and it’s really fun to go down, especially when Juvia splashes through a puddle.”

When Juvia had gone down it she had screamed “for glory!” as she went down. It felt pretty cool.

“Maybe I should check it out sometime.” Gray grinned. “When do you usually go to the park?”

“Uh, Juvia doesn’t really have a designated time.” She said nervously.

“Don’t worry I know how to fix that!” Gray hopped up and walked off. Juvia heard a door open, then a drawer, a click of a pen.

Gray came back with a plastic bag in hand. Inside the bag was a pink sticky note, with what looked to be a number on it. “So it won’t get wet.” Gray explained.

He had given her his number! Juvia’s face felt even hotter.

“You can shoot me a text when you go so I can come to, I don’t want to have to hang out with my siblings all day.” Gray said, scowling at the siblings part.

“Well your clothes are all dry. Do you know your parents number?” He asked.

“Uh um… Juvia forgot.” A lie.

“And there out right now.” Another lie. Juvia’s parents probably just didn’t notice she was gone. They were holed up in their office all day. Trying to make up for lost work since they couldn’t go into work.

“Well you know where your house is right? I can drop you off.” Silver said.

“Kay.” Juvia mumbled. She then went to change out of her borrowed clothes into her old ones, her rain jacket was tied around her waist.

Silver picked up his keys, spinning them around his finger and whistling.

Juvia followed him into their garage, a big white ford truck occupied most of it.

Juvia saw that Gray was wheeling her bike in. Juvia ran over to him. “Juvia could’ve done that!”

“Don’t worry about it.” He lifted the bike into the back of the truck.

Juvia and Gray where soon sitting in the back seat a Silver drove down the rode, country music filtered through the speakers. It was playing “country girl shake it for me girl” and silver was bobbing his head along to the tune, only interrupted when Juvia occasionally gave instructions.

They arrived at her house, Gajeel’s basketball goal had tipped over in the drive way. How strong where those winds?

Juvia quickly walked her bike back up to the garage.

“Thank you!” She waved.

“Any time!” Silver replied. “Stay safe!”

“Juvia will!” She promised.

He didn’t pull out of the drive way until Juvia had went inside of her house.

“Where were you?” Gajeel’s’ voice snarled.

Juvia mumbled curses under her breath. “Juvia biked around the cul-de-sac.”

“Bullshit, I looked outside, you weren’t anywhere close.” Gajeel snapped. “And why where you in a person’s car?”

Uh oh. “Juvia accidentally biked to far but Juvia met some nice people who offered to give her a ride home.” She said and forced a smile.

Gajeel didn’t buy it. “So you got into a strangers car? Seriously Juvia?”

“Oops.” Juvia rushed past Gajeel and into her room. Locking the door for good measure. But Gajeel wouldn’t bother her or tell their parents, so Juvia didn’t need to worry.

Juvia went to her phone that was sitting on the bed side table.

She took Gray’s number out of her pocket and punched it in. What should she say? This is Juvia? Are you back home safe? Hey handsome?

In the end Juvia simply texted “hi”

A text bubble started to load in the corner of the screen. What was Gray going to say?

“Hey” his message read.

Juvia smiled. She had a friend. Someone that se could talk to. Someone that could keep away the cabin fever.

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A/N: Me and my brother actually went rain biking today so that’s where I got the idea (it was my brother’s idea to go rain biking not me, he’s the crazy one) but when his cooped up in the house for so long and can’t got outside you do start to get cabin fever. I would just walk around the house in circles. It’s weird. This story is based off a lot of what happened to me during the hurricane these past couple of days. Thank god I still have wifi. Make sure to leave a suggestion for the next fic! Tanks for reading!

Wonder.

Originally posted by kimyumbin

Pairing: Hwiyoung x Older female!Reader

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Word count: 1364 words

Notes: This blog’s first request ever! I want to thank the anon who sent this, I had so much fun writing it!

Summary: Youngkyun wonders, on an almost daily basis, what is that special thing about you that attracts him so much. He also wonders, though, how is it to fall so hard for someone so out of his league.

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“No, I think he’s just better,” Derek says.
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“There’s this revolutionary new invention,” Stiles says, widening his eyes in mock-amazement. “It’s called a sink.”
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Summary: So, you do like me though?”
“No, I hate you and I’ve spent a ton of time and money trying to make you happy for no reason at all.” Derek deadpans and Stiles can’t help it, he smiles blindingly at Derek and leans in, smashing their mouths together.–
Or an A/B/O fic that’s totally mostly floof

Foiled by Gimmie (Mature)
Summary:  The run is mandatory for omegas, but Stiles isn’t going to let an alpha claim him. He just has to get through four annual runs without being caught, and he’ll be free to be his own omega for the rest of his life.

The (less) Broken Road by therougesgambit (Teen and up)
Summary: Stiles and Derek find themselves in an alternate reality where Derek’s still an Alpha, many of their lost friends are alive and well, and their alternate selves are apparently in a serious, long-term relationship.With each other….Weird, right?

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi (Teen and up) | Part 1 of what we hope to be a series
Summary: As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn’t have enough to deal with, now he’s been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that’s normal compared to what happens next…Season one re-telling with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott. (Possibly also season 2. We’ll see where it goes. =D)

won’t you torture someone else’s sleep by redeyedwrath (Gen)
Summary: I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

Most Important Things by sarcasticfishes (Explicit) | Part 1 of 2
Summary: At first Derek didn’t know what to do with Romy. She was this tiny, squirming, pink thing that he had no idea how to read. But she was also his niece, and the only thing he had left in the world. He thought about giving her up and going back to California, but the thought of being so close to the place where his family had once been so alive hurt him, and so did the thought of letting her go. And so, in Chicago he stayed, and the Hills were forgotten. He didn’t want to go back. And no one came looking for him anyway.

Now a couple of ON-GOING fics and series:

Son of a Witch by Code_Zackary (Mature) | 5/?
Summary: Stiles Stilinksi, sixteen year old witch’s apprentice, has moved to the town of Beacon Hills with his family, while helping his father’s recovery after a serious injury on the force.Hoping for a peaceful life, away from the big city and the stress on his father’s heart, Stiles instead finds the broken remains of the Hale Pack, divided after a year’s worth of misfortune, culminating into an incident that left one of their own in a coma, and the rest to fight over who is to blame.After allying himself with Isaac Lahey, and on a mission to help rebuild the Hale Pack (and totally not have an excuse to talk with Derek Hale, the smoking hot Senior on the basketball team), Stiles will come to wonder… Are the many misfortunes of Beacon Hills an accident? Or is there a darker force behind it all?

Past, Present, and Future by  Code_Zackary (Mature) | 23/60
Summary: Deputy Derek Hale has just become a single parent, after adopting abandoned five-year-old Isaac Lahey, and drowning in his new responsibilities as a father, and Alpha. Add the babysitting of his new rookie partner, Jackson Whittemore, and the weight of his past bubbling to the surface, Derek isn’t sure how he’s going to keep his head straight.
Meanwhile, Stiles Stilinksi returns home to Beacon Hills to give his son, Scott Stilinksi, a better quality of life. However, raising a werewolf pup, as a human, is something he struggles handling on a daily basis. Stiles wishes nothing more than to find a werewolf willing to show his son “the ropes”, so Scott can fit in with all the other pups come the first day of Kindergarten. But where would he ever find a werewolf willing to help a human?
When the two meet, their struggles in life will come to the forefront, as the loners become an invaluable support system for each other, and build a unique Pack all their own.

Hale Of A Shield by LLN3dseestheLight (Mature) | 13/? !!!Stiles/Derek/Lydia!!!CROSSOVER MARVEL
Summary: Rumor from another Pack led Derek to believe that his father, who disappeared on a business trip a few months before the fire, is in New York City, working at Stark Tower. So Derek makes plans to go to New York. Stiles and Lydia go with because they know Derek will get himself killed without a pack member to watch over him.
Plus Stiles and Lydia were bored. Derek really didn’t care, he was just glad he wasn’t going to have to face this alone. And will have some one to stop him from punching his father in the face…repeatedly.
Meanwhile in New York…Phil Coulson has found out from sources that Fury had been keeping the fact some of his family had survived the house fire that had taken most of them. Phil is understandably pissed at Fury for keeping this information from him. He retreats to Stark Tower, where Tony is planning a coup, against the lying lair that lies a lot…
Because that hadn’t been the only secret Fury had been keeping.
When father and son meet again? Chaos is a given!

Where the Demons Hide by lapsus_calami (Not Rated) | Part 9 of No One Chooses This Life !!!CROSSOVER (Supernatural) and NOT STEREK!!!
Summary:  While still dealing with fallout from the demon hunt in Georgia, a complex ghost hunt at a haunted mansion in Boston and a new hunter who seems vaguely familiar stirs already volatile circumstances between Stiles and the Winchesters into something that will have a lasting impact.

This is part 2 of my Shieldshock Mermaid AU. You can read the first part here.

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Steve walked in the conference room wear a Stark Industries’ gym outfit and strongly smelling of dirty water. The other Avengers members stared while he sat down with a little sigh, slumping in his chair.

Despite the red stripes made by the crabs that had been all over him still visible on his neck and hands, despite the matted hair and the wounds and the fact he’d spent a while hugged like a teddy bear by a giant crab, he… was smiling. There was a lightness about him that hadn’t been there before the mission.

“Dude, where you’ve been?” Sam was the one to ask. Tony was already on the phone to stop the search for him. “We were looking for you.”

“After you disappeared, the giant crab decided to go away too, we don’t know why,” Natasha explained. She was the one beside Steve, and she was observing him with interest. In fact, everyone was interested to know how Steve had been seen thrown underwater a few hours ago, only to walk in here like nothing happened.

“I…” Steve drew a pause, hesitating. He couldn’t tell the truth, he owed Darcy for being so kind to him. “I successfully got rid of the crabs and swam to an underwater cave. Our comm isn’t waterproof, so I couldn’t reach any of you, and I lost consciousness.”

“I wasn’t planning swimming with the enemy when I built the device,” Tony replied,” but I’m already working on a water and fireproof version this time. Hopefully no one will try to drag any of us in a lava pool, I haven’t figured out that one yet. Next time anyone feel like taking a bath, let me know, I’ll give you a prototype to test out.”

“Alright,” Clint said. “So you found this cave by some miracle, slept a few hours, then swam back and took a cab?”

Truth was, once Darcy and him had reached shore, they had stayed hidden from the search team behind some tall rocks where she kept her bag. Steve had offered to carry her bridal style (an excuse so he could keep her close), but she’d refused with a smile. Her tail had disintegrated like sand, to leave a pair of elegant legs in its place. Steve had quickly turned around when he realized her top had also vanished, and she chuckled while dressing herself, and then she offered him a ride back to the tower. What she didn’t mention was that her car was probably the smallest car on Earth, Steve barely able to squeeze himself inside, and having to lean forward for the whole ride. That had cracked Darcy up, and he had to supress a smile of his own just at the memory.

Steve shrugged. “Yes.”

“You didn’t see the search team on the beach?”

“Apparently not.” Steve mumbled. He’d been too busy making out with a beautiful mermaid. He crossed his arms. He wanted this conversation to be over.

“This is of no importance,” Thor intervened. “I am glad you are safe, Steven.”

“Thanks, Thor. So what else did I miss?”

The debriefing ended without any more incident, luckily for Steve. He was more than happy to return to his room to take a long shower. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, his phone’s light was flashing with a new text. He grinned.

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The hero and the dreamer

Allegro & Staccato part 4 - Annie celebrates 700+ lovelies

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Warnings: Some angst and some fluff y’all.

Word count: 3.696

Summary: Steve comes back from a long mission and you’re there to pick up the pieces.

A/N part 1: It’s the third part to the followers celebration: the meet-up. It’s based on two songs. The lyrics are from this song and the other scenes are inspired by this song. I highly recommend you listen to both of them.

A/N part 2: This is also a part of the song challenge as hosted by @mrs-squirrel-chester.

Part 1: the chance encounter

Part 2: The fighter and the lover - Bucky x reader - ANGST

Part 3: The make-up aka “The sinner and the saint” – Tony x reader – FLUFF

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S3 Hardy was just too different from S2 Hardy. My boy in S2 was a hopeless, floundering, feminist garbage fire who craved intimacy and just wanted to help and comfort his friend. He grew so much as a person, and he was almost, almost at the stage where he felt like he deserved a family and a community. He was almost ready for that transformation from grumpy arsehole into grumpy arsehole with a home and people he loves.

The final parts of S2 Hardy’s development - letting go of Tess and understanding he belongs in Broadchurch with Ellie - are resolved offscreen, and it’s like it’s barely had an effect on him except now he wants to go on tinder dates. Instead of this making him better, and more receptive to being part of the community, he regressed hugely. Worse, he regressed as a father. I was fully prepared to watch this workaholic struggle with being a single dad, but the arc Chibbers wrote doesn’t sit right with me. This is the man who almost killed himself to protect his daughter. This is the man who broke down crying in S1 because he was only able to speak to his daughter’s voicemail. This is the man who was haunted for years by a little girl’s murder because that girl reminded him of Daisy. This is a man who, upon getting a second chance at life, wanted nothing more than to immediately rekindle his relationship with his daughter. Daisy is everything to him, always has been, but instead of showing him progressing from “I would die for my daughter” to “I need to learn how to parent and care for this child on a daily basis,” he’s gone from “I’m forgetting about and ignoring my daughter” to “okay now I will do whatever it takes for her happiness.” But for that “better parent” arc to work Chibbers had to shunt him back a few paces, because all I saw was Hardy catching up to the over-the-top protective Dad he was in the first 2 seasons. It wasn’t development so much as getting back to square one.

And the regression about no longer wanting to touch Ellie, or call her by her first name, or be friends with her outside of a professional context, or protect and comfort her - what the hell was that about? In S2 he was the one making lunch for Ellie and making her eat, but now he can’t even stop to buy a sandwich with her? He gives these “not all men” speeches and declares he can’t understand the psychology of the man who’d attack women, but that felt so ham-fisted. S2 Hardy wouldn’t have gone around proclaiming those things, he’d fucking act like it. He’d show more concern for Trish and Leah, he’d be more protective of his daughter and best friend, he’d be boiling over against male suspects. Granted, we did see some of that last one, but in terms of positive contrast against the male villains and himself, nothing compares to the subtle yet powerful comparisons between Hardy’s behaviour vs. Joe and Lee’s behaviour in S2. And being part of a community? Making friends? Why is he not prioritising and valuing these things? He says he belongs in Broadchurch and he’s here for a reason but blocks almost every attempt to actually settle in and integrate. And at the end he wants to wander off alone, when at the end of S2 it almost broke his heart all over again to leave Ellie’s side. 

I don’t know what Chibbers was thinking but I don’t see how anyone could find this character arc satisfactory. S3 Hardy was not the character I’d grown to love in the first two seasons, and his behaviour felt like regression instead of natural progression and positive development.

avatar au! waterbender jimin

  • sarah is back at it again! i would like to point out that this series is from Avatar Aang era, so there will be no airbenders! 
  • so i obviously chose water for jimin. he is so pure and he has such fluid motions when he dances !!! he is super soft and caring for others, just like the water tribes. 
  • jimin would be from the northern water tribe, and I can really see him as yue’s younger brother. 
  • Since the parting of his older sister, who was supposed to rule the northern water tribe, jimin had to take up her role after she became one with the moon lol 
  • you, are a water bender as well, but you grew up in the fire nation. 
  • your parents were killed in the siege of the southern water tribe, and you were taken as a young child to be adopted by a fire nation family. 
  • you were raised by a good-hearted family, (not all of the firenation people are bad) and grew up to be a beautiful and intelligent young lady. 
  • However you didn’t have the resources to teach yourself waterbending so you always yearned to go back to your routes and visit one of the water tribes. 
  • you met jungkook, a firenation general’s son, and you managed to befriend him. (for the sake of this route, you didn’t end up with jungkook) 
  • jungkook, having ties to the general fleets, he helped you out so that you could go to the northern water tribe for learning water bending! (it wasn’t easy, mind you, because you know, firenation ships are a big no-no when it comes to entering the northern water tribe.) 
  • you had to make a stop and row the rest of the way on canoe and and jungkook had to dress in apparel that didn’t give away his firenation ties. 
  • when you approached the water tribe, you could feel this giddyness in your stomach, you were so excited!! 
  • and the one who greeted you were these guards, they were super skeptical on whether or not to let you in because !! you were strangers and that is really weird for them 
  • and since they gave you so much hell you were about to loose your temper. (you had a waterbender heart, but the temper of a firebender) 
  • “look i didn’t freeze my ass off and suffer sea sickness for you lousy good-for-nothing guards to turn me away from learning a skill that was passed down to me through my heritage! are u really going against your own people here??” 
  • even jungkook was getting uncomfy with the situation 
  • “calm down,,,you might never get in if you give them attitude,,,” 
  • “you’re the one to talk!” (jungkook always tended to give you attitude on a daily basis //sigh) 
  • that is when a voice sounded behind the guards, “what is going on here?” 
  • the guards turned around rested on one knee in a bow. 
  • “your highness, these,,,wanderers, were demanding entrance to seek training in the art of waterbending,” 
  • and jimin is like?? isn’t that why we exist? why are you turning them away lol 
  • so basically he let both of you in with open arms. (precious bby)
  • jimin took you by the hand and sent away jungkook (poor boy was left by a water fountain in the cold with small kiddies running around and didn’t know how to act) 
  • you followed jimin to a room where he sat you down and prepared some calming jasmine tea (he learned how to make some from a friend ;)) 
  • he asked you about your past and why you are seeking help from them. 
  • you explained to him about your past and how you were taken from the southern water tribe as a young girl. 
  • he listened to you without interruption and when you were finished he mentioned how another girl from the southern water tribe came to them when yue was still with them to learn of waterbending as well. 
  • you were shocked, to say the least because you thought that all the water benders had been taken, or killed. 
  • you wanted to make it a priority of yours to find this girl, this girl who’s name was Katara. 
  • a lot of his advisers offered to help you learn, but jimin insisted that he would teach you himself. 
  • you probably stayed at the northern water tribe for 2 months. 
  • Every morning and night you would meet with jimin, and he would teach you new water bending steps and waterbending principles 
  •  At night he would teach you how to observe the moon and how it manipulates the tides 
  • “Water is the element of change, and the moon is the source of power when water bending,” 
  • He would show you push and pull movements and the way he let the water flow around him was as if he was dancing with it. 
  • you couldn’t help to notice how beautiful he was in the moonlight, and how focused he was on his movements. 
  • “When you waterbend, your movements must be fluid and graceful,” he would explain, “waterbenders deal with the flow of energy; they let their defense become their offense, turning their opponents’ own forces against them,” 
  • he would take your hands and guide them in a similar motion as he just displayed, until you could do it on your own. 
  • whenever you messed up, he’d help you and tell you exactly how to fix it 
  • he would come behind you and take your arms and show make them flow up and down and side to side, and his hot breath made the hairs on your neck stick up
  • (cue jealous jungkook staring at ya’ll hiding behind a snow heap)   
  • after endless nights of practicing, you became super diverse in waterbending! jimin taught you so much, and even so much as the basics of healing! 
  • One night, a few nights before your departure, jimin took you to the spirit oasis which held the two koi fish, Tui and La. He told you how they endlessly circle around each other, and how his sister sacrificed her life to them, on the day of the lunar eclipse; the day the firenation attacked them and almost killed the Moon Spirit, Tui. 
  • he told you that when his sister left him, it felt like everything was off balance, like how it would be if the two spirits of push and pull weren’t together. 
  • but he feels like since you came, he felt whole again
  • you felt guilty, because you had to leave him, you couldn’t stay in in the northern water tribe forever, since your family and jungkook both belong to the firenation 
  • it really hurt you, because you really grew attached to jimin, the way his hands felt against yours, and his sweet smile and the crescents his eyes make when he’s laughing 
  • you felt at home with him; it was like you belonged there. 
  • you could even say you loved him. 
  • Jimin took you to the spirit waters again the day you had to leave him, and took your hands in his. 
  • he squeezed them tight this time, different from the more gentler times when he was guiding your hands in fluid motions 
  • “i think i’m in love with you,” he would say softly, “and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you here,” 
  • your heart would begin to pound furiously, but the only sound that could be heard was the soft swishing of water made by the koi fish
  • “jimin, i feel the same about you, but what else can I do? I thank you for everything you’ve done for me, and it truly has been a blessing,,, but i have to go,” 
  • He nodded, he understood you very well, and he knew he couldn’t force you to stay. 
  • He held out a necklace. It was a choker necklace, that had a charm on it that had the water element symbol on it. He placed it around your neck. “These are usually given out to the woman you will marry, but I wanted to give this to you, as something to remember me by when you’re gone.” 
  • You eyes gleamed with tears as you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you in a tight embrace. 
  • When he pulls away he would kiss you softly on your lips, and whisper that he will never forget you.  
  • you promised him that you would return. 
  • and three years later, you did. 

other avatar aus: jungkook

Friends With Benefits (Part 4) - Taehyung x Reader

Group : BTS

Member : Kim Taehyung

Genre : smut, FWB, cheating, jealousy, affair.

Word Count : 3K

Description : having a friend with benefits despite being in a relationship? not a good idea, right?

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What Am I?

Pairing: Jikook little bit of Vkook
Length: 1.4k
Genre: fluff, smut
Warning: it’s not explicit smut. It’s mild

Summary: “Hyung…please listen to me, I didn’t mean to. It just happened, I’m sorry” Jungkook said grabbing Jimins’ arm and turning him around to face him.
Jungkooks heart sank seeing the tears escaping Jimins’ eyes.
“Jiminnie-hyung”

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It’s 2 am and BTS just got to the dorms after celebrating their concert that was earlier that day.

“Hyung, can I talk to you?” asked Jungkook, he knew Jimin had been acting weird since the concert and he wanted to ask him about it.

Jimin turned around and looked at him directly in his eyes. Jungkook could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Hey you two!” Yoongi yelled from the other room which caused they both to quickly turn towards him.

“No fooling around tonight, I might just want to get my sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow”

Jungkooks face turned red with embarassment, it was no secret to the rest of the group that Jimin and Jungkook were a thing, they would often sneak into each others rooms late at night, run away with each other and how can anyone miss the affection Jimin gives Jungkook especially on stage.

“Okay Hyung, we won’t” Jungkook said looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. He took a quick glance up to see Taehyung staring at the younger boy and what Jungkook could have sworn he saw him wink at him.

Jimin noticed the gesture Taehyung made at Jungkook and rolled his eyes and quickly walked away into his room. Jungkook heard Jimin mumble something under his breath.

“Wait Hyung!” Jungkook said running behind Jimin and placing his hands around his waist.

“Kookie…I’m really tired, I just want to sleep” Jimin said removing Jungkooks hands from his waist.

Jungkook knew there was more to the story, Jimin never refused his touch and theres no way he was tired, they stayed up much later than this on a daily basis.

“Well if you’re tired come sleep in my bed Hyung” Jungkook said while softly nibbling on Jimins neck.

“Kookie stop it” Jimin pushed him away again and opened the door to his room and walked inside hoping Jungkook wouldn’t follow. But of course he did.

Jungkook back hugged Jimin and bit his ear “Come on Hyung…just play for a wh-”

“Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin pushed the younger away again.

Jungkook could hear the serious tone in his voice and didn’t say anything. Jungkook knew he was in trouble because Jimin always called him Kookie and only called him Jungkook if he was really mad at him.

They stood in silence for a while and then Jimin sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hands over his face. He sighed and looked up at Jungkook.

“What am I to you? Am I just someone for you to use?” Jimin mumbled.

Jungkook sat next to Jimin and placed his hands on his shoulders.

“Hyung..what are you talking about?” Jungkook tried to look Jimin in the eyes but he turned away.

Jimin sat there in silence for a second.

“I saw you and Taehyung, Jungkook…today at the concert..I saw that wink he gave you earlier. Jungkook i’m not stupid. Just tell me your relationship with him.”

Panic covered Jungkooks face and his heart began beating in a inhuman speed. There was nothing really going on with him and Taehyung but he can admit that Tae has been acting weird around Jungkook and basically begged for his attention, when Tae kissed Jungkook he just leaned into it, there were no feelings at all, it was more like an instinct. But Jungkook knew that what he did was wrong. He had no excuse and he felt worse about it because he hid it from Jimin.

“Nothing you can say huh?” Jimin stood up and faced Jungkook.

All he could mumble was a “no”

“Then leave!” Jimin shouted and it startled Jungkook, Jimin never yelled at least not at jungkook. Jungkook stood up and walked towards Jimin and hugged him.

“Please Hyung I-”

“Jungkook I am obviously nothing to you. Let go of me!”

“I can explain, I didnt mean for the kiss to happen it-” once again Jimin interrupted him.

“Kiss?! You kissed him!”

Jungkook knew he had fucked up now. Jimin pulled away from Jungkook, it was like Jimins breath was trapped in his throat and he couldnt breathe. Jimin stepped away from the younger until his back hit the door of the bathroom.

“Hyung…please listen to me, I didnt mean to. It just happened, I’m sorry” Jungkook cupped jimins face and stared at him. “Jimin please listen to me.”

A tear ran down Jimins face and Jungkooks heart sank knowing that he caused him to cry. Jungkook didnt know what to do. He pulled Jimin in for a hug but once again was rejected.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

“Kookie…are you okay?” Taehyung slowly opened the door. Jimin didnt want anyone seeing him like this so he quickly went into the bathroom.

Jungkook turned to face Taehyung who was peeking inside the room.

“I’m fine Tae" Jungkook said and put his hands in his pocket.

“Where’s Jimin? I thought I heard him” Tae said smiling widely at Jungkook.

“Uhh…he went to the bathroom for a moment, why?”

“No reason…well sleep well my Jungkookie” Tae said and left the room.

Jungkook sighed and turned to face the bathroom door. He knocked once and there was no response, he knocked again and still no answer. Worried Jungkook opened the door and saw Jimin cradled on the bathroom floor crying.

“Hyung I am really sorry. The last thing I want is you crying over a stupid mistake I’ve made. I’ll make it up to you. I promise”

Jimin just shook his head ‘no’ and stood up.
“I thought I meant something to you Kookie…I thought you actually…” Jimin can’t get out the rest of his sentence because his tears started to fall again.

“I love you Jimin, just let me prove that to you please”

Jimin stood there staring at the tile of the bathroom and slowly looked up at Jungkook who was already looking at him.

“I should go to bed” Jimin finally says.

Jungkook has already had enough and couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed Jimin by his legs and tossed him on his shoulder. While Jimin barely yelling for him to put him down, he walked back into the bedroom and laid Jimin on the bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jungkook says and attacks Jimins lips. Jimins tries pushing Jungkook off by pushing on his chest but Jungkook was way stronger.

Jimin fought. Boy did he fight. He didn’t want Jungkook to kiss him or touch him. He was still mad but Jimin couldn’t fight anymore when Jungkook bit on Jimins bottom lip releasing a moan from the older boy below him.
Jungkook kissed down Jimins jawline and down to his neck where he left small love bites.
Now Jimin was a moaning mess under Jungkooks touch. He was still mad but pleasure seemed to overwhelm him.

Then there’s another knock on the door. This wasn’t as gentle as Taehyungs. This one had much more force.

“Hey! What did I say? Take your asses to sleep. We are all trying to sleep” Yoongi yells.

“Sorry Hyung!” Jungkook yells back.
Jungkook looks down at Jimin who’s eyes are still watery but he looks so hot. His beautiful lips parted, sweat on his forehead and the light hickeys on his neck. Jungkook wanted to kiss him again but there was another knock on the door.

“Jungkook don’t make me come in there and get you.” Yoongi yells again.

Jimin laid down on the bed staring up at Jungkook, heavy breathing and emotions flying everywhere. He loves Jungkook, but he doesn’t think he can forgive him for kissing Tae, He felt betrayed.

Jungkook went to kiss Jimin again but Jimin turned his head away which caused Jungkook to kiss his cheek. Jungkook frowned and stood up.

“Goodnight Jiminnie-hyung.” Jungkook said slowly walking away.

Jimin didn’t really want him to go, he needed someone to cuddle with, yeah he was hurt, but he was lonely without Jungkook by his side.
Jimin sat up and looked at Jungkook which was a mistake because Jungkook gave him the best pout face and puppy eyes. Jimins heart skipped a beat and he looked away.

Jungkook reached for the doorknob when Jimin says “he’s sleeping with me tonight Yoongi Hyung! We’ll be quiet. I promise”
Jimin mentally cursed at himself for falling for Jungkooks trick.

Jungkook jumped onto Jimins bed and pulled Jimin in for a back hug.

“Whatever” Yoongi says and goes back to his room.

“Now….what must we do about Taehyung?” Jimin says laying his head on Jungkooks chest.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook says and starts playing with Jimins hair.

“He tried to take you away from me. And I can’t let that happen right MY Jungkookie?”

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Author Notes:
Okay guys…this is it. MY FIRST FANFIC ON HERE I don’t know about a part 2 yet. This story is a mess. Sorry. It’s not to smutty right? Help me
I read to much fanfic 😂

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Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (5)

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Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: This is just so sad. Language

Word count: 2.199

Summary: This time, it really is goodbye.

September, October, November, December

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