this has been sitting in my drafts for so freaking long

Shance Yoga Teacher au

Yes, friends, this au is 100% what you’re thinking. FLEXIBLE AF LANCE AND THIRSTY AF SHIRO

  • Starting with a bit of angst. Shiro is an ex marine (I will NEVER let go of this hc in my modern aus deal with it), who lost his hand (hand. not entire arm. just the hand) in battle. This au isn’t far in the future, so there are no fancy advanced prosthetics. The healing process was long and painful, not to mention extremely emotionally and mentally taxing.
  • Once he he’s actually healthy enough, both mentally and physically, to have enough energy for things other than treatment, the first thing he wants to do is to try and build more muscle mass, like he used to have. He liked being buff, and he still is, but less than he used to be. Both he and his therapist think it’ll be good for strengthening his positive body image, too.
  • Shiro asks his doctor (Allura) what form of exercise can she recommend at this stage, and she says Yoga. He’s skeptical at first, but what can he already lose if he goes to one session, right?
  • The hospital actually holds a class for patients, and Allura said the instructor is well experienced with amputees (amongst other conditions).
  • Shiro’s brain for the entire first minute upon meeting Lance: OH NO HE’S HOT THIS WAS A MISTAKE
  • No backing out tho he’s already been spotted and Lance is questioning him about his exact conditions so he can know best what he can safely instruct him to do and what he can’t.
  • Shiro’s brain continues to die the entire time, but he manages some answers anyway. Finally, Lance has enough, plus the rest of the group arrives and the session starts.
  • First, there’s breathing exercises. Easy enough, right?
  • Lance tells them to close their eyes, but whenever Shiro does, he the only thing he has left to focus on is Lance’s voice (which is the point) and he gets super flustered because it’s so smooth? and pleasant? and kinda sexy?? and he can’t help but want that voice to whisper to him sensually and- NOPE, gotta open his eyes.
  • The rest of the class is a little harder, for two major reasons.
  • For once, the exercises are actually more demanding than he expected. He always thought he was pretty stretchy, but heavens, is a human body even supposed to bend this far?
  • Which brings us to the next difficulty. Lance’s body is more than capable of bending that far, and it’s driving him insane.
  • Despite how stressful it was trying not to stare at his ass too much and generally not turn into a tomato, the session was actually… really great. Shiro feels better when he walks out, more relaxed somehow, even though his heart still speeds up when he remembers Lance doing that one pose.
  • Lance asks him to hang back for a moment to talk to him and Shiro is all Oh No He Noticed Me Staring but nope. Lance just wanted to ask how he feels and if anything made his arm hurt really bad etc. He also excessively complimented his natural flexibility, saying he’ll be able to do “all sorts of things” soon enough. Shiro is really unsure, but it almost seems like Lance smirked while saying that? Nah, he must be just imagining things because of his developing crush.
  • The next few sessions aren’t very different. Supposedly, anyway. After basing his level and current capabilities, Lance decided that Shiro could use more personal guidance, including LOTS of touching to correct his pose. Lance, being a professional, always asks for permission to touch him first, which somehow only makes it that much worse, because Shiro wants Lance to touch him. So so bad. Shiro is literally dying. These pants are tight and they will not hide a boner. He’s suffering. Someone help him.
  • There’s no help, and Poor Shiro has to constantly deal with gentle touches and low purrs because god forbid anyone makes a loud noise in the middle of yoga class. It goes on for a couple of weeks until one day he gets a most peculiar text from Lance.
  • (They exchanged numbers because Shiro wanted to add a third yoga session to his weekly schedule but the hospital only held the classes twice a week, and Lance gives him his number in case he has any questions. Of course, barely any Yoga advice was exchanged. )
  • Lance’s text: Uggghhh I can’t do this anymore! Allura, I know he’s your patient and all and he’s “”“"healing”“”“ and stuff but I can’t hold back anymore I just can’t. He’s too hot. I know I promised to hold back BUT THIS IS IT I’M ASKING HIM OUT
  • Shaking, Shiro texts back, asking who Lance is talking about.
  • Lance doesn’t text back for like half an hour and Shiro starts seriously freaking out when he gets a long ass text from Lance, where he apologizes for being so unprofessional and confessing his crush etc.
  • Shiro could almost cry from relief, because a few minutes ago he thought he might’ve lost all chances with Lance but now… He has more than a slight chance. He calls Lance and confesses his own crush and they both laugh and maybe it’s a little awkward because what do you even say in a situation like this but eventually they manage to schedule a date.
  • They take it slow, let things develop naturally. Lance gives Shiro all the time and space he needs, since it’s the first time he’s tried dating since he lost his hand. Takes a little trial and error, but one day, a few months later, Shiro finds out just how far Lance can bend.

gajevy-trainwreck  asked:

Ohhh could you do one where the RFA + V + Saeran switch bodies with MC for a day please? I really enjoy your writing! :D

Sorry for the delay with this one! This submit has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I apologize. There’s been a series of mishaps, such as me finally finishing this imagine and my internet shutting off. Or my drafts just magically not saving. All of which sucks because this request is so fun!^^

I also apologize if this is too long for your liking.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it~!


  • you woke up cuddling with zen in his bed
  • you were the big spoon???? how is he fit so snuggly against you like this??? Why he so smol???
  • your eyes open in panic
  • “WHY AM I CUDDLING ME” you scream “WHY IS MY VOICE SO DEEP” you scream again
  • the MC that you were snuggling with opens their eyes in panic when they hear you scream
  • “WHY ARE YOU ME?” they scream, then clamp their hands around their own mouth once they hear their own voice
  • You get up and run to the bathroom to look in the mirror
  • White hair, red eyes, gorgeous looks
  • “I’M ZEN!” you yell
  • you hear running and suddenly the MC from before is right next to you, also staring into the mirror
  • “I’M MC!” they yell
  • you both look at eachother “I’M YOU!”
  • *cue panicking in the bathroom for like 2 hours*
  • when you both finally calm down, you’re sitting on the floor with your backs pressed up against the walls
  • MC/Zen speaks up first, “MC?”
  • “Yeah, Zen?”
  • “Can I just say that you look absolutely beautiful today?” He winks.
  • You giggle, “Oh thank you! I’ve been working out!” You lift your/his shirt up to show off your/his toned abs.
  • You spend the next hour making jokes of the similar caliber
  • While laughing, you go to run your hands through your/his hair and are greeted with a long silky ponytail
  • A devious smirk crosses your face as you think of a joke
  • “Zen?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “What would you do if I were to…” You slowly stand up. He/you looks uneasy.
  • “…cUT OFF YOUR PONYTAIL” you take off running toward the kitchen where you know a pair of scissors is
  • he’s screaming pleads and chasing you


  • baby wakes up next to your warm body and decides to go make breakfast for the both of you
  • he goes in the kitchen and makes omurice (which i highly recommend that shit is GOOD)
  • once it is plated he sets the two dishes onto the counter and goes to wake you up
  • the other Yoosung stirs and slowly wakes up
  • they make eye contact
  • and sCREAM
  • “ARE YOU ME??”
  • Both confused. both screaming. both end up hugging each other for comfort.
  • while crying he gets a glance of himself in the bedside mirror
  • he sniffles “Oh…I’m so cute…”
  • “Me too!” you dramatically cry.
  • “Thanks, honey.”
  • “Thank you too, honey.”
  • you calm down and try to make it through the day
  • the blind belief that this will all be sorted out in the morning was the only thing driving you
  • thank the stars that it was a weekend and neither of you had anything planned.
  • you both eat breakfast and chat, still getting used to your new bodies
  • after a bit of settling down, you get notification from a guild member requesting your assistance in LOLOL
  • Yoosung tells you that you need to play for him
  • and omg
  • you suck
  • the guild members are yelling and asking you if you are alright
  • Yoosung needs to take over before you destroy his ranking
  • Everyone hoots and hollers at the girl in the voice chat and Yoosung is pissed
  • Why can’t he be a girl and play without being harassed
  • Makes a mental note to scold the men in his guild once this is over


  • she wakes up next to you
  • immediately sees that she was sleeping with herself??
  • silently panicking
  • checks a mirror to see if she’s a ghost or something
  • she’s you??
  • you’re her??
  • silently panics harder
  • shakes you awake
  • “MC, something is wrong.” Her voice comes out fast and urgent.
  • You immediately see that she is you
  • “WHAT.”
  • “MC, I have work today! I can’t go into the office like this! You don’t work there! And there’s no way Mr. Han will give me a day off!”
  • You realize what you are going to have to do
  • You start silently panicking
  • she helps you slip into work clothes and heels
  • you wink at yourself in the mirror and put up finger guns
  • “None of that. I would never do that.” She scolds with a smile.
  • “Yes, ma’am.” You salute
  • “I wouldn’t salute either.”
  • “Yes, ma’am.” No salute this time.
  • Once you get to C&R, a crushing anxiety hits you
  • you walk in, heart pounding
  • you find you desk and sit down
  • there are sticky notes everywhere with reminders of what you need to get finished
  • and people keep coming by your desk to glare at you and give you more work
  • it’s hell
  • you don’t even know the password to her computer
  • you give up and just start throwing office supplies at your co-workers when they have their backs turned
  • it was fun for about an hour until THE Jumin Han catches you
  • he leads you to his office
  • P AN I C
  • he sits down at his chair behind the desk
  • “Care to explain.”
  • “Uhhhh, Jumin-I MEAN- Mr. Han.”
  • fukin nailed it
  • “You are acting quite strange today, Assistant Kang.”
  • “N-No, I’m not!”
  • He raises an eyebrow and you feel your face go warm in embarrassment
  • You cough. “Sorry, sir.”
  • “Care to explain yourself?”
  • You don’t know how to respond.
  • “I could fire you for this. You have done nothing productive all day and have even interfered with the productivity of other employees,”
  • You’re freaking out. You can’t be the reason Jaehee loses her job!
  • he continues, “furthermore-”
  • he looks taken aback, “Assistant Kang-”
  • “I’m not Jaehee!”
  • it takes A LOT of convincing but he finally gives you a ‘sick day’ until this is all cleared up.
  • you go home and collapse into Jaehee’s arms
  • she works so much
  • you’re glad that she at least got to sit at home and do nothing in your body


  • he’s mentally freaking the fuck out when he first sees you sleeping in his body
  • keeps calm and emails the correct people to tell them that he can’t come to work today
  • you wake up to the smell of strawberry pancakes
  • you follow the scent to the kitchen
  • you let out a little shriek and the MC making pancakes jumps a little
  • You hear them inform you of a little mishap
  • it’s weird to hear your own voice sound so formal
  • “Jumin.”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “I’m in your body.”
  • “yes, it appears so.”
  • The rest of the day is you just breaking his character
  • You call the chef
  • they pick up and ask you what you would like
  • “Is our company’s refrigerator running?” you ask, making sure your voice sounded deep and stoic
  • “Yes, sir.”
  • “Hmm, you better go catch it.”
  • Before the chef can even respond, you start laughing like a school girl and you hang up
  • You go into the chatroom
  • You text Zen:
  • you: I LOVE YOU ZEN
  • zen: ??????
  • you: I. LOVE. YOU.
  • zen: wtf????? ew????
  • zen: aren’t you with MC????
  • zen has left the chatroom
  • Jumin can’t tell if this is the worst day of his life (his image is destroyed) or the best day (he’s been staring at himself in the mirror all day. you can’t leave him if he is you)


  • you wake up to loud screaming
  • “Luce, what the hell?”
  • then you open your eyes
  • to meet…your own eyes??
  • You look around the room…well…you try
  • “I CAN’T SEE!” You panic.
  • “Oh, here!” He puts his glasses on you.
  • “Oh, hey gorgeous.” You wink.
  • “Hey~” he bats his eyelashes
  • “So what happened?” you ask, sitting up.
  • “We switched bodies. I don’t know how or why.”
  • “Oh cool. It’s like a filler episode, right?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • You study him/you
  • he seems to be also studying his own body
  • he starts by touching his/your face, feeling your features
  • then he touches your hair, “Hmm, soft.” he mumbled
  • then he pulls the blanket off of his legs and trails his hands up and down them. then to your arms.
  • he drops back down to your hips and trails him hands up, resting them on his breasts.
  • he squeezes
  • he squeezes again
  • “SEVEN!”
  • he looks at you innocently, hands still cupping boobs
  • You gesture to his hands.
  • “Hey, you can touch whatever you want on me, deal?”
  • “Okay, deal.”
  • You run your hands over his body a couple times
  • You get bored pretty quickly
  • You gasp, “CAN I TRY ON YOUR OUTFITS?”
  • He gasps, “CAN I TRY ON YOURS?”
  • “YEAH.”
  • “THEN YEAH!”
  • “AWWW YEAHHHHHHH” He runs over to your closet and immediately starts making outfits
  • You do the same.
  • You both try them all on and strut around.
  • fucking nerdssss


  • You wake up in the morning and stretch
  • you open your eyes
  • “V, HELP, I CAN’T SEE!”
  • V wakes up to your screaming
  • immediately turns to the source of your screaming
  • is shocked to see everything so clear and bright
  • he sees himself/you looking around frantically
  • how was he looking at himself, and how was he looking??
  • “Calm down!”
  • You turn towards the sound of your own voice
  • “Is that you, MC?” he asks, trying his best to keep calm.
  • “Y-yeah?”
  • You cannot see anything out of one eye, and the other only supplied you with a huge blurry mass
  • but you could see colors
  • and the person talking to you did not have the same colored hair as V
  • they actually had the same colored hair as you
  • “Is that you, V?”
  • He hums a yes, “I think we are not in our correct bodies”
  • You take a moment to process this, you suddenly get really excited
  • “Wait…so you can see!?”
  • he matched your excitement
  • “Yes, everything is clear!”
  • You heard him take a sharp intake of breath
  • “I’m going to go look at you.” and with that you could feel him get out of bed and almost run to a mirror
  • it took longer than a look in the mirror usually should
  • but that boy was trying to memorize every detail of your face
  • deep down he knew this wasn’t going to last, so this would be his first and last time seeing you
  • when he hears you calling him, he hesitantly looks away from the mirror and goes back to you
  • “You’re beautiful.” He greets.
  • You blush, “V, let’s go everywhere we can! You need to see things!”
  • He helps you out of the house
  • You go to the park, stare at the sky, and feed the birds
  • V takes the prettiest pictures
  • You even call 707 to give you a ride to the   b e a c h
  • he stares out the window the whole time
  • He watches the ocean and observes the tiny granules of sand
  • throughout the trip he cannot stop looking at himself in reflections and his phone camera
  • takes so many selfies in your body
  • the nicest selfies
  • better than any selfie you’ve ever taken
  • he sees so many pretty things that day, but he thinks that you were the prettiest by far


  • you wake up to see yourself staring at you with wide eyes
  • he is not saying anything
  • “I’m you.”
  • he says nothing
  • “And you’re me.”
  • still silent
  • you cannot tell if he’s calm
  • or just silently freaking out
  • he is expressionless in your body
  • you, however, are having a great time taking as many selfies on your own phone as possible
  • smiling pics of Saeran, fuck yeah
  • he keeps playing with his hair
  • “It’s so soft.” he mumbles.
  • is constantly brushing it
  • “so pretty.” he whispers to himself when looking in a mirror
  • he feels so fragile he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you so he tries his best to stay still
  • keeps gently touching your face
  • he just sits somewhere and makes a bunch of facial expressions just to know what it feels like when you make them. just imagine him scrunching up your face and smiling and just trying to make faces that he’s seen you do
  • you haven’t mastered the art of bitch facing like Saeran
  • everytime you look in the mirror to imitate his glare, you just start giggling at how cute you look
  • you’re both too cute
The Stranger

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst. Hella Angst.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.

You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.

Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.

When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.

You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403

You x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times. 

Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Namjoon had never believed in ghosts. He had always been more of a science person, preferring fact over speculation. He was called a nerd in high school and a genius in college, but the words didn’t change anything—he honestly just liked to learn things.

Taehyung said he could sense ghosts, feel their “auras” he said. Namjoon had laughed and told him that was ridiculous. He had then proceeded to check out all the books he could find in the library disproving supernatural theories. Taehyung had not read a single one, so Namjoon told him the important parts.

There was no such thing as ghosts, so Taehyung should go back to studying math and quit insisting he had the potential to be a medium.

The irony of it all was laughable.

“You were right, Tae.” Namjoon sighed, watching one of his best friends sit on his bedroom floor and flip through his old notebooks. The younger couldn’t hear him, though.

The door to the room was pushed open further, and Yoongi shuffled in. His eyes were red, but he looked fairly calm as he knelt down on the floor by Taehyung.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Taehyung mused quietly. “I thought I was okay, but being here, going through his stuff…”

Yoongi nodded, patting him on the back sympathetically. “I know, I was thinking the same thing. I’m just glad his parents didn’t throw everything out. A lot of this crap was special to him, he wouldn’t want it going in the landfill.”

Namjoon smiled. Yoongi knew him so well. His parents had been by, they had taken all the family pictures and a few other things, and then made a phone call.

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One Dark. One Light. - Jughead Jones x Reader

Okay so imagine the show with a few twists. This is before and kind of just after Veronica arrived also, Jughead does get on a bus that night.

A little angsty and a little crappy - warning slight swearing 


Originally posted by farous

Jughead and (y/n). The two weirdos of the English class. One dark, one light, both mysterious. There was rarely one without the other. You knew most things about Jughead and he know most things about you. One thing you would never tell him was that you were suffering, bad. You hated school, you hated all the people except Jughead and they all hated you. But Jughead had his own problems, he didn’t need to worry about you. 

Once again you were going through your locker when the goddamn cheerleaders decided to poke and prod at you about your ‘pathetic’ bitchy life with 'Donnie Darko’ when you snapped turning quickly and screaming, 

“Do you want to back the hell away from me? You call me a fucking bitch, with no self respect for being friends with an amazing person. You hypocritical sluts!” Cheryl went to slap you but someone’s hand stopped it, 

“Back off, Cheryl.” Jughead warned, grabbing you hand and puling you away. 

“What the hell was that, (y/n)?” he asked, pulling you into the empty common room and closing the door. “How long have they been like that to you?”

“Since grade school? It’s not just them its everyone. It’s nothing.”

“What do you mean its everyone?” You sighed as you finally had to tell him, 

“Before you, I was the 'Wednesday Addams’. I was the geek freak with no friends.”

“What, why?” the longer you drew it out the more frustrated he became,

“Do you think I wanted to be hated?” you asked, “I have tried my damn hardest to be liked my whole life - to fit in and live up to peoples expectations but no, no matter what I did people would be mean, so, so mean and then once I tried to stick up for myself, I became the bitch of the school - over Cheryl Blossom. I’m a lot darker than you think I am, Jughead.” You sighed and sat down heavily, fiddling with your hands, “I would be called the most horrible names and people would do the most horrible things but I would have to hold my head up high and carry on. I wasn’t allowed to be upset and all because of my new found 'reputation’. I wasn’t allowed to be affected but people would be allowed to treat me however they wanted, but couldn’t take the things they said to me themselves if I stood up for myself.” You started crying angrily, your cheeks going hot. Jughead remained sitting, taking his beanie off for a moment and running his hand through his hair listening,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this. We’ve known each other for years. This has been happening all this time, and you didn’t tell me?”

 "You think you were the only sad, hard-shelled outcast? Think again, Jughead" you had stopped your angry tears now but you were still seething, “I hate my life, Jughead. I want nothing more than to leave here and never see these people again - begin again and forget everything.”

“Forget me?” he asked, speaking quietly, 

“I have tried so hard to be happy here Jug, but I can’t.” You paused for a moment debating whether to tell him, “My parents have found good jobs in Washington, and an affordable house. They have started looking at schools and I think I am going to like it there." 

"No, (y/n), you’re not leaving - you can’t!" 

"I have to Jug. I want to, besides my parents don’t think Riverdale is safe anymore. They want a change and I think it will be good for us. A new start for all of us." 

"But Washington DC, (y/n)! That’s across the country!” He had stood up and was shouting, pacing the room, “I will never see you again,” He said getting quieter, “but you don’t care about that, do you?” he commented, pointed at you accusingly, “you don’t care about anyone other than yourself.” your face remained stoic, you were so used to the abuse, to being accused, you had no reaction to it. Your sensitivity had been bullied out of you, 

“No apparently not,” You said flatly, "but again, that’s my fault.” You stood, taking your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, “Goodbye, Jughead.” With that you left, allowing him to watch you walk away. 

That was the last time he spoke to you. He saw you around school and in English class but you never visited Pop’s again, he still kept your spot open just incase you happened to show. 

When you stopped coming to school he didn’t think it was true. When your place next to him in English class was filled by a new girl, he didn’t want to believe it. When your spot in Pop’s was taken by this 'Veronica’ new girl, he couldn’t take it. When the others let Veronica sit in your place he stood abruptly and left, ignoring the others questions. 

Jughead couldn’t get over the fact you had left. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t say that you left without goodbye because you did. It was him that let you go. It was him that finalised your decision to leave. He was the one who, when pent up with anger and frustration as his heart broke, accused you of something that wasn’t your fault and made you leave, but he didn’t want to believe it. 

He still expected an email with the latest draft of whatever you were writing, but nothing came. He waited for a text asking for study help over burgers and a milkshake but nothing came. He waited for your window to open every night for him but a moving van came and some other couple moved in, it was no longer your house, your room, your window. The room where you and him used to write and joke and where, when slightly tipsy one night, you first kissed. Where you slept beside each other, entwined together. It was the safest either of you had ever felt but the two of you never managed to speak of it again because you never came back. 

*Months Later* 

His dad was a murderer. You had been gone for months and his friends had been snooping around in his dads life and his.

Leaning his head against the glass of the telephone booth, he wondered what he would do. His mother didn’t want him, his father was a murderer. There was only one place he could go. 

“I’ve changed my mind about Ohio, when’s your next bus to DC?” he felt a little sick as he asked - this was all he had left to do. 

“Tomorrow at 5am.” She stamped his ticket and he clutched it, this was it. He left as the doors shut behind him.

He had spent hours on that coach, his phone on 10% and no idea where the hell he was in a city that wasn’t his. He had seen your new school on your Facebook and it was about the only thing he had about you now so that’s where he went. Sitting outside with nothing but his rucksack and a dead phone waiting for you to finish. 

4pm and everyone had come out except you, his heart and face dropping as people dispersed and left him alone, again. He turned to leave when he heard it, 

“Jughead?” you shouted, recognising his beanie, “Jughead what the hell?” you screamed running at him and leaping at him hugging him, “You’re in Washington?” 

“Life in Riverdale isn’t for me without you.” he smiled at you, “We need to talk.” you looked concerned as you lead him to a bench and sat with him as he explained everything, 

“I’m sorry, Jughead.” 

“Why are you apologising?”

“I shouldn’t have left like I did,” you looked down upset, “I have regretted it ever since.”

“Which bit did you regret?” 

“Never telling you I loved you.” you both sat in silence looking into each others eyes,

“Me neither.” he murmured and leaned into you kissing your lips again softly, all them memories of your house, your room, climbing though your window came back and he leaned further into you before you pulled away,

“Come with me, to my house. You’ll need somewhere to stay as we figure everything out.” You stood but he remains seated for a moment, his eyes glassy, 

“Thank you, (y/n).” your name on his lips again made you melt at the broken boy you loved as you reached your hand out to him, pulling I’m up and not letting go as you walked towards your bus stop and finally, you had your home back. 

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better days - part one

it’s always bad boy/good girl aus, so here you are, a bad girl/nice guy soulmate au ft. you, yongguk, and dongho

summary: “there was no rule that said soulmates had to be in love with each other.”

cast: bad girl! you; nice guy! yongguk; bad boy! dongho; mentions of other p101 trainees

genre: soulmates; romance; slice of life

word count: 1576

a/n: this is gonna get long bc i just love yongguk so much??? and holy crap this has been sitting in my drafts for the past three weeks im??

  • yongguk received his first tattoo when he was in middle school
  • he was graphing an equation on the board when he just froze all of a sudden
  • his teacher and classmates freaked out bc omg what happened to yongguk
  • but then the see a tattoo appear on his wrist
  • it reads 030803
  • and they let out a sigh of relief when they realize it’s just his first memory taking over him
  • they ask him about it later
  • and yongguk tells his peers that it was you walking down the aisle of a church as a little kid, tossing rose petals onto the floor as the bride walked behind you
  • your first tattoo appeared in middle school as well
  • it was just a normal day in lit class 
  • you were looking out the window when yongguk popped into your mind
  • he was standing in front of hundreds of kids who were cheering and clapping for him
  • and that was it
  • you looked down at your wrist and rub at the tattoo with a smile on your face
  • 070121
  • a few years go by, and you and yongguk share more and more unforgettable memories together
  • your favorite memory of yongguk’s is the one where he watched the sunrise with his classmates
  • and yongguk’s favorite memory of your’s is the wedding
  • mostly because he didn’t really like the other ones he saw
  • his eighth tattoo appeared on the first day of his second year of high school
  • it was of you making out with another guy
  • yongguk was heartbroken
  • his soulmate had chosen someone else
  • you and dongho were a pair that no one expected to get together
  • they were 101% sure that preppy second y/n and third year bad boy dongho were never going to even talk to each other throughout high school
  • they were wrong
  • you went from one of the brightest students in the grade to one of the worst delinquents that year, all because of your parents
  • you couldn’t blame them though
  • they were leftovers–people who had never found there soulmates–and their personalities clashed
  • it was only a matter of time until they split
  • and they did
  • at the end of your first year, your mother and father divorced
  • you were left in the care of your father who didn’t care about anything you did as long as all he had to do was provide a roof over your head and give you allowance
  • you started hanging out with a bad crowd
  • and that’s where dongho came in
  • you accidentally spilled water on jo yonggeun’s shoes one day and he wouldn’t stop bugging you about it
  • like holy shit yonggeun it’s just water chill tf out
  • yonggeun reached out to grab you, but then dongho came outta nowhere and grabbed yonggeun’s arm
  • “back off yonggeun. before i make you”
  • and yeah you and dongho became a thing
  • his soulmate actually transferred in halfway through the year
  • and when she saw you with dongho she was so fucking heartbroken
  • she flew herself all the way from new york, studied korean really hard, and did her best to get into dongho’s school
  • you feel bad for her at first, but it subsides after dongho tells you the memories he had seen of her life
  • she was a total bitch
  • let’s just say she wasn’t the nicest person to her peers and that some people are victims
  • dongho’s tattoos had disappeared, but he hated his soulmate
  • that was a reason why he stayed with you
  • another reason was because you were still new to this “delinquent world”; he wasn’t
  • he knew that there would be countless people who would try to take advantage of you, so he stuck by your side to protect you
  • you actually never found out if dongho actually had feelings for you
  • that changed one night
  • you, dongho and a couple other friends snuck into yet another club one night (changed out of your uniforms ofc)
  • yongguk was dragged by hyunbin, taedong, sihyun (who was tight with the bouncer and snuck them in)
  • while the other three were on the dance floor, yongguk was sitting at the table drinking a cola
  • a bunch of girls approached him at one point and tried to strike up a conversation, but he just started speaking in chinese with a confused look on his face and they left
  • you and dongho on the other hand were also on the dance floor, lowkey grinding against each other
  • you left your boyfriend’s side at one point bc you’re thirsty and guess what
  • yongguk’s table is literally right next to yours
  • your eyes met with yongguk’s for a split second, but you paid it no mind and downed two shots of soju before returning to the dance floor
  • from that 0.0000002 seconds of eye contant, yongguk knew that you were his soulmate
  • he felt a tingle when your eyes met
  • you thought that tingle was the ac going on at full blast, but nah it was the soulmate magic at work
  • so after you go back to the dance floor
  • takada kenta, another delinquent who’s always had a thing for you, squeezed his way through the crowd and somehow managed to start dancing with you, which you find weird bc dongho’s usually there to keep creepers away from you
  • ok so anyways
  • kenta was overstepping his boundaries a lil bit
  • just a lil
  • and he pulled your arm towards him and kissed you with a smirk on his face
  • you sorta kissed him back bc one, he’s hot and two, you were drunk and god damn kenta is a good kisser
  • in less than four seconds, you two are ripped apart by a furious dongho who’s about to knock kenta
  • out when you hear police sirens outsidethe three of you freeze in place and stop whatever you’re doing
  • yongguk is about to bolt out the back entrance with his friends when he sees you and dongho struggling against two cops
  • “we really aren’t high school students! let us go!”
  • hyunbin turns around and is like “yongguk WE GOTTA GO”
  • but yongguk stays bc hello you’re his soulmate? he’s not gonna let anything happen to you
  • dongho is trying his best to hold back the cops so you two can escape, but he gets held down and you get shoved onto the floor
  • dongho is able to push the cop off, but yongguk is the one that pulled you up and leads you and dongho through the crowds and into an alleyway outside
  • it’s under the dingy street lamp where you realized this boy is your soulmate
  • the one with the sunset and the singing memories
  • it’s kim yongguk
  • dongho knew that too
  • he watched the tattoos on your wrist shimmer gold for a second before disappearing completely
  • when he took a peak at yongguk’s wrist, his tattoos were gone too
  • “OVER HERE!”
  • the three of you were twenty yards away from being thrown into juvenile detention if y’all didn’t run
  • at this moment, dongho made the decision to protect you
  • he fished the keys to his motorcycle out of his pockets and tossed them over to yongguk
  • he looked yongguk in the eyes and gave him a sad smile
  • “take care of y/n for me. and make sure she stops living this kind of life”
  • yongguk nodded to dongho before grabbing your wrist and running
  • you can only scream as dongho gets handcuffed by another cop that came out of the club
  • when you and yongguk reach dongho’s motorcycle, yongguk jammed the keys in and shoved a helmet into your hands
  • he didn’t even put on the other one and started driving bc the cops are literally six yards behind you at this point
  • the ride to wherever yongguk is bringing you is silent
  • he pulled up in front of a pretty decent apartment building and got off the bike
  • you’re still in a state of shock bc dongho was just arrested
  • there was a chance you’d never see him again
  • yongguk brought you upstairs and made a simple dinner for you
  • it was really leftover rice from dinner earlier and steamed eggs and kimchi his mom bought from the side dish shop nearby
  • you couldn’t stomach anything knowing that dongho was going to be thrown in jail
  • yongguk could only watch as you chewed the same scoop of rice for over two minutes
  • “if you need anything, my room is the one with the dragon fruit sticker on it”
  • he left the dining room after that
  • his heart was racing at 100km/hr
  • the soulmate magic hit him and all the feelings of love towards you were implanted into his heart
  • he left his room after ten minutes to check up on you, but you were gone
  • your half finished bowl of rice sat on the table and the chopsticks were laying on top of the rest
  • when he realized this, you were already halfway to the apartment dongho shared with his friends
  • a shirtless minki was sitting on the couch with a can of hite in his hands when you let yourself in
  • “holy shit y/n it’s 2am what are you doing here?”
  • you ignored minki and trudged into dongho’s room and into his bed
  • you’re only able to fall asleep that night because of the familiar scent of dongho’s cologne filled the room
The Angel and The Prophet

Summary: Reader is a prophet and has eyes for her trench coat wearing guardian angel

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 2803

Warning: Language, Fluff, SMUT, bondage I guess, NSFW

A/N: @arcturuz requested Cas smut and here it is! Special thanks to @sofreddie for talking through the idea with me :) Quite nervous about this one, never written for Cas, so I hope I just do the angelic stud justice! Fingers crossed!
Also! Absolutely mind blown by the reception on This Means War, thankyou so much for the love, it’s honestly made my weekend.

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~ Cas and forever tags are open! ~

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Dear Diary…or whatever

You’re new so…Hi! Never written a diary before, but there are things going down in my life that has just GOT to be recorded.

Where do I start? This has been the craziest couple of months I’m not sure if I’m dreaming in all honesty. We’ll go from the top I guess.

I’m walking home from work one night, cutting through the park. This crazy storm just seems to start and it’s like it’s following me. I’m jogging along, very wary that I’m in a wide open space but I can see my apartment block so I just decide to make a break for it. Then I hear this loud crash and I black out. Somewhere in this black out I had a dream. Two guys, proper lumberjack lookalikes with all the plaid, driving along in this sweet ass car, talking some crazy shit. Demons and monsters and something about vessels for Michael and Lucifer? Stopping the apocalypse? Real bat shit stuff.

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anonymous asked:

happy to hear that you had a good time at your concert! if you don't mind, i came up with a request v///v i think it's a little angsty ?? sometimes i get worried for josh since he's a professional drummer, he'll wear himself out and pass out during a show. can you write something where josh practices nonstop and its painfully obvious that he's tired but ignores everyone's rants? during the show, he just drops to the ground unconscious. you & tyler are worried sick when he doesn't breathe well!

thank u so much! i had tons of fun at my concert! sorry this took so long, i didnt like my first draft so i did a lot of revising and editing, but now it’s where i want it to be!! enjoy xx. 


“Jesus Josh,” Jenna says, as you and her walk across the stage, “I got tired just watching you drum.”

She pats him on the back as she goes by, subtly wiping the sweat off on her jeans when he’s not looking, before walking into Tyler’s open arms.  

They all collectively laugh as you walk gingerly up to Josh with a bottle of water.  He smiles gratefully at you, accepting the water and immediately chugging it.  You hear the plastic crinkle as he squeezes the bottle in an attempt to drink it faster.  You’re surprised at how sweaty he is during just soundcheck.  His tank top is soaked through the back and you could see beads running down his temple.

“Thanks baby,” he says with a gasp after finishing the whole 13 ounce bottle in one gulp.  

You make sure to smile and tell him how good he sounded before expressing your concern.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He immediately nods.  “Yeah, I’m great, why?”

You watch as he continues to breathe heavily, like he just can’t seem to catch his breath.  

“You’ve been hittin’ it pretty hard these last few days, I just get worried—“

“Is that a drumming pun?” he asks, “ ‘hittin’ it pretty hard’?”  

You scowl at him, annoyed that he was trying to divert the attention away from himself, “Josh, I’m serious, you’ve been practicing like… nonstop lately.  I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine baby,” he says, smiling at you, “but it’s cute that you’re all worried.”

You didn’t think it was very “cute”.  Especially once you notice how shaky Josh’s legs are as he stands up.  He wobbles a little at first, and even has to grab onto the edge of his drums for balance.  You watch warily, and open your mouth to make a comment before you’re interrupted by Michael coming on stage, telling the boys they have a radio interview to do.  

Josh kisses you quickly on the lips.  

“I’m fine, please don’t worry,” he says.

You nod hesitantly, “Just make sure you get something to eat before the show, okay?”

He winks at you and nods, walking towards Michael, with Tyler trailing behind.  

“Is he okay?” Jenna asks, joining you as you make your way off the stage.  

“I think so,” you sigh, “just exhausted.  He’s been practicing constantly lately.  He skipped breakfast this morning to come play.  It’s just odd…” you let your voice trail off.  “I noticed he was a little shaky, just now.  It freaked me out a bit.”

Jenna runs her hands through her hair, before reassuring you, “I’m sure he’s fine.  I’ll have Ty make sure he eats before they head out tonight.”

You nod gratefully at Jenna, feeling stupid for being so concerned.  But something about the way he’d been acting lately was off, and you could tell.  You tried to ignore it, you weren’t Josh’s mother, you weren’t in any place to tell him what to do.  On the other hand, you weren’t sure what you’d do if anything ever happened to him.  

The worst part of being on tour is all the waiting around.  Normally, Jenna and you would wander around the venue, checking things out and chatting with the crew.  But today you were both too anxious for Tyler and Josh to be done with their interview, so you find some folding chairs to sit in and just wait.  

About forty minutes later, they find you both.  

“Productive day I see,” Tyler teases as he bends over Jenna and kisses the top of her hair.  She puts her phone away and smiles up at him.

“Hey baby,” Josh coos, doing the same to you.  You close your eyes briefly and grin smugly at his soft face.

“How’d the interview go?” you ask as he pulls another folding chair up beside you.  

“It was fine, same ole’ stuff.”

“Same ole’ stuff?” Tyler says in disbelief at Josh.  “Were we in the same interview?”

Josh chuckles.

“That guy was a nut job! I wish you guys could’ve heard some of the questions he was asking us—“

Tyler goes on to joke about the interview for the next few minutes, until it’s time for them to get all dressed up and ready for the show.  You’re laughing so hard at Tyler’s commentary that you completely forget to ask Josh if he’d eaten anything yet…

You and Jenna watch the show from side stage tonight, the best spot in your opinion.  

You swear the crowd gets louder and louder each night.  Or maybe your ears just get more sensitive.  Either way, as soon as the boys step on stage, Jenna’s story about some elbow pads she bought Tyler, is drowned out by screams.  

After the first song, you notice Josh already grabbing his sweat towel, however it’s not the moisture on his skin that begins to worry you, it’s the way he’s squeezing his eyes open and shut repeatedly, almost like he’s having a hard time concentrating.  

You watch him carefully for a moment.  But the show continues and you try to ease up a bit.  

But there’s something wrong.  Josh’s beat is slightly off during a song.  You watch as Tyler throws you a glance, but they both continue.

“Did you hear that?” you ask Jenna, immediately paranoid.

“What?” she yells so you can hear.

You pierce your lips but decide it’s not worth explaining over the noise.  

At the end of the song, you notice Tyler walking over to Josh.  You watch carefully, trying to read his lips, but it’s impossible once the lights go dark.  He pats him on the back and they chat for a second, before Tyler throws you another quick look.  You try to make eye contact, so that he knows you’re paying attention.  But instead, he just goes back to center stage and continues the show.  

The knot in your stomach only grows bigger when the platform comes out for Josh’s drums.  You bite your lip as you watch Josh drag himself off stage and near the barricade.  You peak your head around the curtain, so that you can watch.  

You practically hold your breath as he balances himself, the crowd holding his hand until he’s able to sit comfortably on his seat and play on top of them.  His back flexes, the muscles tensing and relaxing in various spots as he pounds on his drum.  The crowd is going nuts, grabbing at his ankles and screaming for him.  

You feel infinitely better once his feet are on the solid ground.  

“Your boy did good,” Jenna smiles at you.  You finally peel your eyes off from Josh to respond to her, causing you to miss the way he’s blinking awkwardly again as he walks unsteadily back on stage.  

What you don’t miss is the collective, simultaneous gasp that echoes throughout the arena.  One that makes your head whip around lethally, eyes searching desperately.  You see Tyler shedding the bass from around his neck, and you’re horrified to see that Josh isn’t perched on his stool, where he’s supposed to be.

You don’t hesitate to sprint on stage, even though crowds and attention scares you.  

“Josh!” you cry out, and it’s weird because you can hear yourself shouting his name, and you can hear Jenna calling for help.  The room that was once filled with screams and music, is now hauntingly quiet.  

You gulp hard once you’re kneeling beside Josh.  He’s collapsed on the floor, just shy of his seat, laying face up, eyes closed.

You cup your hands around his head, the skin burning hot.  Tyler quickly unscrews a bottle of water and begins pouring it generously on Josh’s bare skin.  

“Ty, why isn’t he waking up—“ you ask, your voice shaky and scared.

“Jenna’s calling for help, he’s gonna be okay,” Tyler says.  

You feel so useless, just kneeling there, staring at his unconscious body… waiting…

You almost cry out in relief when you see his eyes flutter beneath you.

“Thank goodness,” you exhale sharply, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles.  

Josh looks up at you then Tyler, his face twisted in confusion.  

“What happened—“ he’s asking, just as Jenna’s running on stage followed by a group of crew members.  

“You passed out,” Tyler says, his voice wavering too.  

A couple of medics lean down next to Josh.  They start shining lights in his eyes and getting cool packs to place on his skin.  You can feel your hands trembling as you cling to his.  When you feel him give a reassuring squeeze, you look up to see him staring at you, his eyes filled with fear.  You squeeze back, stroking his skin with your thumb, as if to say ‘I’m not going anywhere’.

As it turns out, Josh’s pulse had gotten dangerously low.  After a few minutes, he had been able to walk shakily with the support of Michael and Tyler, but was further examined backstage.  You sat nearby, listening to everything the medics said.  

“Should he go to an ER?” Tyler asked, he too refused to leave Josh’s side.  

“I think it was just exhaustion,” the medic answers as he unwrap another cool pack.  “Gotta be careful, when you exercise like that, in this heat, that you eat and drink enough…”

You bite your lip, knowing damn well that Josh hadn’t eaten much of anything today.  But you don’t say anything out loud.  Not yet.  

Once everyone’s cleared out, and Josh is instructed to rest, and drink lots of fluids, you make your way back closer to him.

“You gotta be careful, man—“ Tyler says.  “That was seriously scary.”

Josh just nods as he stares down at the floor.  

You narrow your eyes at him, picking up on the fact that something was wrong.  

“Tyler,” you say under your breath, “can you give us a sec?”

Tyler gives Josh one more concerned look before nodding and walking away.

“Babe,” you whisper, gripping his shoulder as you walk up to him, “talk to me, what’s wrong?”

He just shakes his head, refusing to look up.  


“I can’t do it—“ he says, his voice sounding blubbery and full of agony.  

“Do what?” you ask softly.

“I’m not good enough—“ his shoulder slouch even more, his head hanging low.  You can hear the crack in his voice.

“Josh, what are you talking about?” you whisper.

“I was practicing so much because all I want is to be good enough… but I can’t even do that right—“ he chokes out and your heart breaks on impulse.  

You immediately start shaking your head, and turn so that you’re facing him.  

“Josh— no… no, no, no.  You’re good enough, you have to believe me.”

You lift his head up with your finger delicately, making him look at you.  His eyes are red-rimmed and glossy, with deep bags outlining them.  

“I don’t want to let Tyler down— or the fans.  Or you.  I want to be good enough-“ his voice cracks at the last word.  

“You’re so talented, Josh.  And you work so hard everyday— Why wouldn’t you think you’re good enough?”

He tilts his head back and starts wiping some of the tears that have fallen off from his face.  

“I don’t know… I’ve just been really struggling with that lately— always worried I’m gonna be awful.  I thought if I practiced hard enough, I would be okay.”

“Josh, that’s your anxiety talking, it’s not real.”

He nods slowly.

“You have to take care of yourself baby.  That was so scary tonight—“ it was your turn to start crying.  “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, so that can’t happen, okay?”

You can hear the tears surfacing in your voice.  Josh must’ve heard it too, because he looks up empathetically at you and opens his arms.  

You straddle his lap awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck in a giant hug.  You can still feel how shaky his hands are as they caress your back soothingly.  

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after you sniffle again into his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better.  I’ll make sure I take care of myself.”

“I just love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

“I love you too,”  he says back, his hot breath hitting your skin.  

Just then, you’re interrupted by a strange, distant sound.  Like someone chanting.  It’s muffled and the words are unclear, but you pull back and give Josh a funny look.

“Guys,” Tyler calls from down the hall.  He pokes his head around the corner, “You gotta come hear this.”

You get up, helping Josh to his feet and follow Tyler down the hall.  He leads you closer and closer to the stage entrance, and you can hear the chanting becoming more clear.

We love Josh.  We love Josh.  We love Josh.

A portion of the crowd had stuck around, despite the abrupt ending, and had started this chant.  

You watch as Josh’s face perks into a small smile.

He pulls you closer into his side, and you wrap your arms around his middle listening as the chanting continued.

“I told you you were good enough,” you say.

Jamie Benn #1

Anonymous said: Can you do a Jamie benn imagine where you’re on a blind date with him and you two meet at a baseball game and the kids cam comes on and you tell your kids later in life how you met and that is brought up

A/N: i got stuck on this imagine so badly i’m so sorry!!! it’s such a cute prompt too :((( but i’m sorry for the wait and i hope you liked it.. also i didn’t add the whole telling your kids part, because i just couldn’t figure out how to add it honestly.

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“You’re trying to hook me up with Jamie-freaking-Benn?” You were whisper shouting into your phone as you walked into the woman’s washroom of the Globe Life Park. You shouldn’t have been so surprised when he walked up to you a moment ago. Antoine has been teasing you about being single for so long now, and he had quite the pick from his team to set up this blind date. 

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Pure - Chapter 6

Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.

A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.

WARNINGS: RATED E (I’m not kidding about this one) for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners), mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

I’m not sure how long I’m out here when the door opens and Peeta’s heavy steps cross the patio before he sits down next to me. I immediately take his hand in mine and search his face for some kind of hurt.

“My brothers say you’re sharpening your battle axe. So who’s the enemy?”

I snort and shake my head. “Shouldn’t we talk about you?”

Chapter 6 is now posted on AO3 and

We’re just over halfway done with this story and I wanted to thank all of you who’ve taken a risk on this story, given the rather disturbing opening. Hopefully, I can bring it to a satisfying conclusion for you. Since the next three chapters are already drafted, and chapter 7 has already been through the beta process, updates should occur fairly regularly from here on out. Thanks as always to @peetabreadgirl for editing and keeping me on task…even though there’s that one story idea that we’re both just DYING to write/read. ;-)

Je Pense Á Toi (a Vincent x MC one-shot)

Warnings: some language and heavily implied sexual content (it’s made pretty clear but it’s not graphic or anything)

ALSO NOTE: this fic is written in second-person and MC is female-coded.

Y/N: what you named your MC
Y/L/N: what you picked as your MC’s last name
(this also gives you the opportunity to self-insert the fuck o
utta this)

The weather is colder than usual when you wake up. But that’s hardly the biggest anomaly so far in your day, because as you wrap the bedsheets tighter around yourself, you realize that these are not your sheets, and this is not your bed, and the reason it’s so cold is that the air conditioning is on high, a luxury you have some trouble affording in your own apartment.

Then again, you’re not in your apartment. You knew that from the moment you felt the silk sheets and smelled the cologne. You groan, because how on earth could you forget where you are?!

“Good morning, ma cherie,” comes Vincent’s voice from somewhere close by. Not right next to you, as you’d expected (perhaps even hoped), but across the room. You open your eyes and turn to see him fixing his tie in the mirror of his vanity, his ever-present smirk a little more mischievous than usual. Which is quite an achievement, if you think about it. You remember last night, when the smile was completely gone for just a moment just to come back tenfold when he realized what you were doing.

“Morning,” you say, blushing at the memory. “What are you all dressed up for?”

“I have business to attend to.”

You push yourself up on your elbows, searching around the room for your clothes – not that you’re embarrassed, it’s just that your bra isn’t doing much in terms of protection against the cold. “Trying to take over Paris again?”

“Something like that.” He turns his smile on you. “Dinner tonight?“

The answer is yes, of course, but you’re not willing to give that up just yet. Not before you understand what exactly led to the events of last night.

“Hang on,” you say instead. “Aren’t we gonna talk about…you know…”

His confident expression wavers for a moment, almost too fast for you to catch. He recovers quickly. “Talk about it?” he chuckles. “You initiated it, Ms. y/l/n, or do you not…remember? That good, was I?”

You roll your eyes. “I change my mind. Just leave.”

He laughs again, a low, deep noise that – you won’t lie to yourself – is kind of hot. He crosses the room to pick up a suspiciously familiar piece of cloth from an armchair in the corner, and then again to hand it to you. You give him an incredulous look. “You appeared to be searching for it.”

You take the dress from him, unable to stop yourself from thinking about it slipping to the floor just hours ago. You were still holding a glass of wine at that point. You still can’t believe Vincent freaking Karm actually unzipped the back of your dress, his hands lingering on your back, your waist, your shoulders…

“We can talk about it, if you’d like,” Vincent says when he sees the look on your face (and, god, what a look that must be). “Over dinner?”

“Dinner sounds good.”

For a moment there is a look of relief on his face, as if he expected you to reject him, but it’s gone before you’re even sure it’s there, replaced by the same confident smirk. He touches your shoulder lightly. “Fantastic,” he says as his hand slowly slides down your bare arm until it’s resting on top of your hand. “I’ll have someone pick you up at eight o’clock, sharp.” He slides his hand under yours, lifting both up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Mademoiselle.”

With that he lets go of your hand (and it takes a great amount of effort on your part to keep it from dropping uselessly in your lap) and leaves.

You sit in his bed for a long while – perhaps longer than you were welcome to. Before you go to dinner, before you sleep with him again (as you inevitably will. Honestly, it will be a miracle if you manage to even get through dinner before you bed him), you need to think. You certainly don’t regret what’s happened, that’s for sure. There has always been tension between the two of you. At some point during your endeavors it became of a sexual kind. No, more than that. Seducing him in the sewers was what sparked the sexual aspect, but there was something else. You’re not sure how or when it started or even when you noticed it, but for a long time now there’s been something else between you and Vincent. Some other unspoken thing that’s always felt more concrete than sex or adversary.

It’s respect.

Even those you love deeply do not always respect you; it’s one of the sad truths of the world. But Vincent Karm does. He doesn’t have to say it or prove it in any way, because from the first time you met at the opera years ago, he’s thoroughly respected you. Your mind, your emotions, your decisions. Being a conventionally attractive woman in your field of work has its perks – people think you less threatening, allowing you to get the answers you need faster than others would – but it also comes with many, many disadvantages. One of which is lack of respect.

So…respect and sexual tension, you find yourself thinking. And maybe something else. That’s all well and good, but is it enough bases for a relationship? You sigh, annoyed at yourself, and get up to put your clothes back on. There is no “relationship” here, y/n, and there doesn’t need to be. What’s wrong with casual sex?!

But you can’t help it. When he kissed your hand, his gaze holding yours as he brushed his soft lips against your knuckles…you wanted more. You’ve wanted more for a long time now.


When you’re dropped off at the restaurant Vincent’s picked, you sincerely hope he’s paying, because this place charges half your salary for parking (thank god you don’t have a car). A man in a fancy red suit takes your name and immediately seats you at an empty table in a dimly-lit portion of the restaurant. You take note of the candles in the middle of the table, giving off a reddish-pink glow. There are two of them, one on either side of an elegant vase containing a single red rose.

You’re trying to figure out whether the cliche romantic setting is Vincent’s doing or just the restaurant when a shadow falls over the table. You look up to see Vincent standing there, studying you with a smile.

“Good evening, Vincent,” you say. “Lovely venue you’ve picked out.”

“Thank you,” he pauses. “…for coming, as well as the compliment.” He takes his seat across from you. He’s wearing the same suit from this morning, but the tie is new.

“Shall we start with some wine?” Vincent asks, opening up a menu and pretending to study it when really, all his attention is on you. You’re tempted to do the same, but the satisfaction of glaring at him until he sighs and sets the menu back down is far too great to pass up. So that’s exactly what you do, and he reacts accordingly, dropping the act and leaning towards you across the table. “Well, I’m listening.”

You search for the right words. Oh god, you should’ve drafted an outline or something! How is interviewing a suspect in murder easier than telling Vincent…whatever it is you were hoping to tell him?

“I didn’t see Esteban this morning,” you say at last. Vincent cocks an eyebrow.

“I had Eugene take him on a walk.”

“You…don’t walk your own dog?”

“Not always. Did you really come all the way here to discuss my dog?”

“No,” you say, a bit forcefully. “I came all the way here to discuss the fact that we had sex, Vincent! I thought that was pretty obvious!”

A look of amusement crosses Vincent’s face. And maybe a bit of an embarrassed one, but you might be projecting on that front. “Alright,” Vincent says. “Let’s discuss…that.” He pauses. “Do you regret it?”

You frown. “No, of course not. Why would I regret it?”

“I always assumed sleeping with me would require you to compromise all your morals.”

“Well…yeah, so did I. But turns out that’s not the case. Not since you helped me catch Kat’s killer, anyway.”

Vincent laughs. “Why, thank you. Now,” and he pointedly picks the menu again. “Wine?”

You nod. A waiter comes and takes “Mr. Karm and his date”’s drink order. Neither of you jump at the chance to correct him on his assumption that you’re a couple. Things are looking up. You’re both quiet until the waiter comes back with your drinks and takes your dinner order. You let Vincent order for you, having never been to this particular restaurant before. When you’re alone once again, Vincent smiles at you. “What are you thinking, Ms. y/l/n?”

“I’m trying to figure you out.”

“Well, keep trying,” he only sounds half-teasing.

“I mean your intentions.”

He winks. Another moment passes in silence.

“I was thinking…” you start; Vincent doesn’t move, but his eyes focus on you ever so subtly. “What happened last night felt a little overdue.”

“I agree. But things have always been hectic whenever we’ve met, haven’t they? Ancient riddles, the Knights, a murder…”

“Yeah, we need to get the hell out of Paris.”

Vincent pauses. His eyes narrow a little, as if he’s a little boy who’s not sure whether he’s gotten away with pulling a prank. “We,” he says, and you find yourself blushing.

“Oh, shut up!” If you weren’t at a five-star restaurant, you would throw a napkin at him.

“I must say, I knew of your feelings for me, but I never suspected them to run that deep.”

As I was saying,” you push on pointedly. “Whatever there is between us has been there a long time. And I don’t know what it is, but I would like to explore it.”

You take a deep breath, waiting for his reply, hoping he won’t respond in riddles or mere innuendos like he always does. Hoping you won’t lose each other’s respect. Vincent doesn’t look surprised, exactly, just…disbelieving. Like he can believe what he’s hearing, but not that you meant it.

“What are you saying?” You’re sure you hear his voice waver a little.

“I’m asking whether this is a date.”

Several other moments pass. Neither of you speak or move. You’re locked in the intense, unbelieving gaze of Vincent’s eyes that’s only broken when the waiter returns with your meals. You shake your head free of the pressure that was building up in those minutes, ready to dig in and forget about the whole thing, when you hear Vincent’s trademark “I know your deepest darkest secrets” chuckle.

“Even if I didn’t have feelings for you, dear y/n,” he is saying. “It would be quite rude to sleep with you and leave you confused about the nature of our relationship, don’t you think? Besides, I owe you a bottle of wine, if nothing else - you barely had a drop last night! But to answer your question…this is indeed a date. You intrigue me. I am not often intrigued so. I would like to see how we can benefit each other in a less professional context.”

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.

“I need you to stop.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“For just five minutes, drop the act and be honest!”

“I’m always honest-”

“I’m not talking about your words, Vincent, I’m talking about the meaning behind them. Stop trying to be this suave Bond villain for five goddamn minutes and tell me what you’re really thinking!”

He doesn’t move or say anything for a moment, considering your words. The glass in his hand is shaking ever so slightly. He puts it down and takes a deep breath.

“As the lady wishes…” he leans so far over the table that he’s almost standing, and whatever words are spoken will have no other witnesses. It makes sense, for a man who’s built an empire on his image of unfaltering confidence and dubious ethicality, to be paranoid about people’s perception when he is about to show vulnerability.

And it is vulnerability you see etched onto his face when he swallows hard and begins, “I drugged Marion with the Essence when she disagreed with my plan.”

“I know,” you say, and he simply nods.

“What I saw in her eyes that day – that…that complete and utter devotion…that admiration no words can describe…the true essence of love itself? That is what I feel every time I think about you, y/n.”

With that, he sits back and folds his hands neatly on his lap, turning his face into an unreadable tableaux once more.

For a moment, you don’t know how to feel. Sure, you felt there was something real about the way he felt about you, but true love? Vincent Karm? In love? With you? You need a minute to let it sink in.

When it does sink in, it’s like a weight’s been lifted off your chest. You stand up abruptly, reaching for your purse. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t protest or ask questions. Without a word, without finishing your food, and without paying for the fancy meal you just (almost) had, the two of you walk out, past the busy street, and onto a less crowded sidewalk. You hope Eugene will take care of all those loose ends before you can get into trouble for them.

“I…” Vincent starts, but then stops and clears his throat. Seeing your bare arms in the cool night air, he takes off his coat and drapes it around your shoulders. “I take it you feel…similarly?”

You wrap the coat tightly around you, even though you’re not that cold. It smells like him. “Well, I probably wouldn’t have been as poetic about confessing my undying love, but, yeah.” And just to drive the point home, you grab his hand and entwine your fingers with his.

“I’m glad to hear that…” Vincent says, his voice small. He gives your hand a squeeze.

You walk hand-in-hand to your apartment. You linger at the door, teasing Vincent with a goodbye-peck-on-the-cheek before inviting him upstairs. You see a new smile when you do. It’s a warmer smile, and there is still a little disbelief on his face. Something tells you he’s looked at you like this before. You were probably just never looking at the right time.


Later, you lie in bed with Vincent’s arm around you and his hand in your hair. His breath is warm against your neck when he speaks, his words slurring with exhaustion.

“We need to get the hell out of Paris before another flood ruins this moment.”

We,” you say teasingly.

“Yes, we,” he kisses your neck, making your giggle. “You…me…and Esteban.”

“And the cat.”

“And the cat, of course.”

“And Eugene.”

“Yes, I think we should bring Eugene along as well.” He laughs into your neck. “At this rate, it would probably be easier to just stay.”

“Yeah, there’s always trouble here. The city is needs us.”

Vincent makes a noise in agreement and pulls you closer to him. You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Info: Idol!AU, Yoongi/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Word Ct: 4.946
Summary: The story of how Yoongi met his muse, and how she both saved him and ruined him.
A/N: Rewrite + repost, parts are going to be longer, enjoy!

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Yoongi never liked interviews, never liked sitting in front of a camera crew and pretending that they weren’t there. Hated answering the same questions over and over again, hated how his hands would start to sweat from the pressure, hated it, hated it, hated it. When he was with the rest of Bangtan, he could hide. Namjoon would answer most of the questions, Hoseok would distract the interviewers, and Jimin would consume attention with his cute looks. Yoongi could stay completely quiet without any fuss.

Now, he’s alone. He’s sitting in a studio chair, a timid intern powdering his face, dreading the impending onslaught of questions. He made a mistake, a stupid mistake, one big enough that Bang PD felt the need to intervene. For the past several hours he was lectured, and now the company’s response is typed out on Yoongi’s phone. He holds it tight, hoping he can remember the words, but also hoping that the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

In all honesty, he’d prefer the latter.

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Caged - Epilogue

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2336 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 39

The black silk of your dress was cool against your skin and the light draft in the staircase gave you goosebumps. You were sitting on the top step, enveloped by the cold December air that had sneaked its way into the building through cracks and crannies, but you didn’t mind. The ballroom you had spent the last few hours in had been hot and stuffy, and you welcomed the opportunity to cool down your thoughts and your body. A smile played on your lips as you dipped the spoon in your hand into the ice cream cup that you had taken from the buffet and brought the chocolate-y goodness to your mouth. When you heard the heavy metal door being pushed open, you hurried the motion, well-aware that your precious peace and quiet were about to come to an end.

“You should go back inside. People are looking for you.”

You chuckled at the familiar words, even though it had been over a year since you had last heard them. Still smiling, you turned around and smiled at Jungkook.

“Five minutes?”

He sighed in fake exasperation and walked over to where you were seated. He took two steps down before sitting down next to you. His suit jacket stretched across his shoulders and arms as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

“Five minutes.”

“Thank you. Do you want some ice cream?”

“Noona, this is not the-”

“Oh please,” you interrupted him and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Jungkook rolled his eyes, but then he smiled and licked his lips. His right hand reached across and landed on your right forearm, his thumb gently tracing the scar that had faded into a white mark.

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reunion falls full script

so…. i think it’s about time to face the music that there is no way in Heck im ever going to be able to draw out all the stuff i have written for rfalls. i mean, there is boatloads of dialogue here. i dont even have the time right now to work on my own webcomic, let alone a fancomic. but i figure, hey, this silly little thing has a lot of fans, maybe they would appreciate seeing the drafts i had planned! and maybe they’d even like to take a crack at drawing some of it themselves!

and this isnt me giving up, either! i’d still really love to draw a ton of this. when i can find time, i’ll totally try! and i’m still going to finish sock opera and the backstory comic. but yknow. the people have been waiting long enough. so here’s a comprehensive list of all the notes and dialogue ive written so far, organized by “episodes”.

(it’s long. really freakin long)

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Alex Danvers Week - Free Day

I’ve been trying to write this for so long and it’s never felt quite right, but since it’s Alex Danvers Week I thought I may as well have a go. Very angsty, cw for grief, self harm, suicidal ideation.

Thanks to @all-the-gay-feels​ for reading a draft a while back. Also thanks to @alexdanversnetwork for organising the week!

In the corner of her high school library, walled in by textbooks, she can almost forget about it all.

She can almost forget how she’ll have to help Kara with her homework tonight, before sorting through bills and making a dinner that Eliza will never thank her for, and then maybe, maybe, finally finishing her history essay before she falls asleep at her desk.

She can almost forget that the memories of him are waiting for her at home, in every corner of the house, the size of corpses.

But even reading about black holes, about the lives and deaths of stars, feels too close. Close like when she’s half asleep in the morning, and she can almost hear the hallway floor creak under his feet, smell his coffee in the kitchen as he reads the paper.

But when she wakes, the grief comes to her brass-knuckled, and the silence that rips through the house is as real and raw as a howl.

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all the things I deserve

Stiles/Derek | E | ~4.3k | AO3

Summary: There was a witch, and a spell, and Stiles got to deal with the full weight of it. He knows it’s temporary, and once the panic and anger ease off, he’s more than willing to explore how the newly acquired parts of his body work. And maybe he’s not actively looking for volunteers, but there’s no universe in which he’d turn Derek down if there was even the slightest hint of a chance.

A/N: Written for the Full Moon Ficlet challenge on Livejournal, prompt #247: innocent
A/N2: Okay so I had this thing sitting in my drafts for a while, unfinished and in need of severe editing. It’s a fill for a kink prompt meme I did for myself, to get more comfortable writing smut. Then I realised that it fits this week’s theme, edited it, and *jazz hands* fic. So yeah, PWP with a teeny hint of feelings.

Warning: sex swap due to magic (see AO3 for further tags)

It all started with a witch in the woods, one who thinks it’s fun to mess with people’s bodies to “teach them a lesson”. Stiles has yet to find out what the lesson is he’s supposed to be learning from having been given female biological parts, but he’s kind of past trying to figure it out. He did freak out for a while, but it didn’t last long, and then curiosity won over.

While he’s lacking experience, Stiles has never been one for shying away from theoretical knowledge. It’s only natural that just as much as he explored the sexual drive that his body had since he reached puberty, he immediately gets interested in what his body can do now, when the parts are different.

With the help of Deaton and some information from deep in Peter’s collection of supernatural facts, Stiles knows that he doesn’t have long to enjoy his current body before the spell wears off and he has his usual one back. It all comes to a head one night when he decides to wear something other than his usual clothes.

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A Moment in Time [Rucas Adult AU] - Chapter Two

A Moment in Time

Synopsis: Riley Matthews needs to get out of New York, after her parents advised her to go to her great grandmother’s house in Texas she’s on the first plane to the Lone Star State. Lucas Friar is a single father trying to live up to his family’s legacy but he knows he’s overworking himself to please his mother. The moment the two of them meet they realize what they had been missing all along, but family and their past will threaten their relationship.

[Previous Chapters]

*Because it’s the three year anniversary of Girl Meets World…. and I started writing this yesterday.

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seradeposts  asked:

69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.” Involving Bickslow somehow. Pretty please? :D (whispers: btw you're freaking awesome)

I was going to just add this to my drafts and write after I’d gotten my assignment due Friday done, but… I couldn’t resist. I also couldn’t resist writing some Raijinshuu Insanity. (Also, thank you!)

words: 1085

“He’s miserable!” Bickslow shouted over the whining of the neighbour’s dog. “Listen to him!” 

“It’s hard not to listen to him…” Evergreen mumbled. 

Ever since they’d all moved into that house together a few months earlier, they’d had to put up with their neighbour’s dog howling and whining almost the entire day. The owner of the dog, as they had all quickly come to realise, was a Grade A asshole. His yard looked like a junkyard for starters, and on more than one occasion, Bickslow had actually seen the man kick the white labrador hard enough that he’d yelped and limped afterwards. They’d lived there long enough to know that he was forced to stay outside all the time as well, and for the most part, Bickslow was surprised he hadn’t actually frozen to death after the winter they’d just had. 

Still, Bickslow hated it. He hated having to listen to his neighbour’s dog whine all the time. He hated knowing that his neighbour was neglecting the animal and hurting him. Bickslow had half a mind to hurt the pathetic excuse for a man that called himself the dog’s owner, but alas, he wasn’t that kind of person anymore, no matter how tempting and fair it would be. 

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