this is almost enough to motivate me to ask people on dates

It’s April 26th, and it’s hot, unbearably hot. Harry feels like his insides are melting, about ready to ooze out of his body. He doesn’t remember it being this stifling the last time he was deployed; it’s like the heat is magnified, weighing him down, dragging him into the dirt. He’s trying to stay focused, he really is, but he has sweat dripping into his eyes and he’s miserably dehydrated and he feels off balance in every sense of the word. Liam asks if he’s feeling okay, and Harry nods slowly, furrowing his brows, wondering if he’s really that transparent. He feels pathetic, slightly, and weak for being the only one this affected by the 108 degree sun. He forces himself to keep up with Liam’s strides, his gear heavy, and by the time they catch up to Rob and Colin, Harry’s vision is spinning.

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Bittersweet

» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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The Liking Game

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Genre: Fluff / Angst

Prompt: “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

Rating: PG-13 (college partying, drinking)

Word Count: 2,023

Originally posted by jypnior

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Nct 127+Ten's reaction to their s/o feeling insecure

Request: I was wondering if I could request a nct u + nct 127 reaction to their girlfriend suffering from insecurities?

A/N: okay let’s be honest here,, we’re all at least insecure about something about ourselves right?? so i decided to write this; hope any one of you will feel better after reading this ily but then again i have like a confidence level of -293993 i need to be less insecure

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Taeil:

He wouldn’t know what to say or do at first, only giving you an assuring smile and holding you in his arms. But as soon as you starting pouring out your true feelings and thoughts about your insecurities, he’d shower you with compliments and probably sing for you too, which makes you feel better all the time.

“You’re wonderful the way you are and i love that”

“but i’m not happy and i just feel so..?”

“i’m here to make you happy and tell you that you deserve all the love, don’t think otherwise”

Originally posted by taeiljaeh

Johnny:

You’re dating such a positive person, he never fails to tell you the words you need to hear the most. He’d be very understanding, and be really affectionate towards you, mainly because he feels bad that he can’t help you feel better. But because of his encouraging words and support, you eventually learn to gain more confidence, and Johnny’s proud of you.

“you’re beautiful like always”

“you see this smile on my face? it’s all thanks to you”

“come here babe, let me give you a hug”

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Taeyong:

Really understanding and becomes really soft towards you. His tone instantly becomes more gentle, and his words and actions towards you are all really delicate, because he doesn’t want to say or do anything that may cause you to be more insecure. But at the same time, he never fails to say sweet words to you, and reminds you how much he loves you.

“taeyong i just feel so.. unappreciated? like i’m not good enough”

“you’re more than enough for me”

“and there’s nothing more i can ask from you, to see you happy and confident with yourself”

“because baby you deserve it”

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Yuta:

Turns really soft and affectionate too, and literally worships you like a queen. In his eyes you mean everything to him and your flaws are even perfect to him- he loves you that much. He shows his love through actions and affection, which is why he has his arms and hands on you all the time, and gives you kisses and pecks, which make you feel loved and appreciated.

“my queen’s looking extremely gorgeous today”

“babe i’m not, i look really bad-”

“ *hugs you* in my eyes you’re always gorgeous anyways”

Originally posted by taei

Doyoung:

Becomes your number one encourager and motivational speaker, and is always there to help you out, be it giving advice or simply just showering you with sweet and supporting words. He’d do anything just to see you feel a little confident of yourself, and is always there to remind you that he loves you.

“daily reminder from your bunny here that you’re doing great and i love you”

“i’m proud of you”

Originally posted by taeiloves

Ten:

Upset with himself because he isn’t able to help you, and as a boyfriend, he feels that he has the responsibility to always encourage you. Which is why he’s there to cheer you on/up like a small child, giving small cheers and doing cute little dances, which always help to make you feel better because it’s too adorable. But also, he jokes around with you a lot, and because of that his positivity eventually gets to you.

“you look great!!”

“honestly you could go out of the house right now and so many people would stare because you’re that beautiful”

Originally posted by ten-ie

Jaehyun:

A mixture of Johnny and Yuta, sometimes he doesn’t know how to put his thoughts to words, so he ends up cuddling you and showering you with kisses. Other times, he tells and assures you with words you need to hear the most, and he’s also such a positive person his giggles and laugh could make you feel better honestly.

“i’m thankful you’re here with me”

“i love you so much”

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

WinWin:

Like Taeil, he wouldn’t know what to do at all, and is confused as to why you were insecure. But he doesn’t say anything at all and just gives you an encouraging and assuring smile, which helps you feel better anyways. He also shows a lot of affection, mainly backhugs and small little cuddles. Also loves rubbing your noses together, which always leaves you in a big blushing mess, but you’re feeling better anyways.

“princess, you’re really beautiful”

“babe i can’t help but think i’m not”

“trust me, you are”

Originally posted by y-ta

Mark:

He wouldn’t understand why you were insecure at first, mainly because in his eyes, you were perfect. Gets all flustered and clueless because he doesn’t know what to do and how to make you feel better. But still, he shows you his encouragement and support, and expresses his love and concern for you through the songs and raps he writes almost everyday. Loves giving you small hugs to make you feel better and if he needs to, gives you small pecks on the cheek too.

“you’re always wonderful!!”

“in my eyes you’re already perfection”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Haechan:

Becomes really soft and sensitive when it comes to you, and tries his best not to tease you too much or say anything that may hurt your feelings or make you feel worst. Gives you cute little nicknames that only he can call you, and becomes really affectionate around you. Hugs and pecks everywhere!! And he’d do anything to make you smile.

“you know something babe?”

“yes hyuck?”

“you’re really beautiful and I love you”

“also do remember that in my whole lifetime i only and will only say that to you”

Originally posted by donghyukslee

Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.


“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.


Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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Our Little Secret - Finn Balor Imagine/ One Shot

@ambrosegirlforever @squirrel666


As Finn got ready for the night in the hotel room You watched him from the bed not wanting to come out from under the blankets, you had been married for 3 years now and you still never understood why he liked getting to the arena so early every time, Your call time as a backstage announcer was usually later than his and you pushed it as close to that time as possible every time
“White or black?” He asked holding up the two shirt options that he had pulled out of his bag
“Black” You said quickly, he looked good in anything but there was something about him wearing black on black
“What time are you getting there?” He asked as he finished putting the rest of his things back in his bag
“Before it starts” I said simply and he laughed
“Well..” He said before hovering over me and kissing me “As long as you’re there when I have my segment” He said and I nodded
“Wouldn’t miss it” I said and he smiled before kissing me once more “And you have to keep your promise to me..” I said and he smiled
“I promise.. I won’t get hurt..That was too much time off” He said
“You have to admit though it was pretty fun to be able to do whatever we wanted for a change” I said
“It was fun for you. I don’t know how much fun I had being drug all around between hair appointments and nail appointments and lunch dates with your friends” He said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes
“You know you loved it..” I said and he shook his head
“I could have dealt without the constant ridicule from your friends over everything” He said
“They love you.. They just want to make sure you treat me right” I said defending my best friends
“2 years of dating and 3 years of marriage.. I think I’m doing okay..” He said with a smirk
“Just a little..” I said and he smiled before bending down and kissing me once more before heading towards the door
“Love you!” I said
“Love you..” He said simply
“Be careful!” I yelled as he walked out the door
“Always” He said as the door shut

As I got to the arena later that day I met up with two of my closest friends on the road, Liv and Becky.. We had met a few years ago and all three of us instantly clicked with one another, we were practically inseparable when we were on the road
“When is Finn’s segment?” Liv asked as we sat in catering watching a monitor
“Anytime..” I said
“How’s the moving process going?” Becky asked
“Good.. We’re almost all done” I said, we had been moving over the past week and we’ve moved out of our tiny little apartment in Orlando to a beautiful home in Houston that had land and privacy
“I can’t wait to see it..” Liv said and I smiled before someone caught my eye and I smiled at Finn as he walked past waving slightly before disappearing
“You two are too cute..” Becky said “It’s gross..” she said and Liv and I laughed, Becky was the one to introduce Finn and I to one another so technically all of the cuteness she was so disgusted by was her fault

We watched intently has the segment with the Miz went on, It was perfectly fine until the one question was asked that I knew would be asked but I had never actually heard his answer to it yet
“What’s Next?” Miz asked simply
“I’m gonna get my title back” Finn said without hesitation
“Is he insane?” Liv asked me and I shook my head
“He’ll get slaughtered!” Becky said agreeing with her and she looked at me “Say something!” she said to me
“What do you want me to say? No? He can’t go after what he never truly lost? That’s really supportive” I said
“So you’d much rather watch him get injured again but this time maybe for good?” She asked as we turned our attention away from the segment
“I can’t tell him no..” I said
“Well I can!” Becky said standing up and walking towards gorilla with a purpose and Liv and I followed quickly behind her

Once Finn made his way back through the curtain he was met by a very irate Becky as Liv and I stood in the corner waiting for the altercation, She didn’t even give him time to get both feet through the curtain before she started
“Are you absolutely insane?!?” She yelled and Finn looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders “This is Brock Lesnar We’re talking about! The dude that beat the undertaker! The former UFC heavyweight champion! Do you have any idea what You’re getting yourself into? You can kiss your career goodbye, hell you can even kiss you personal life goodbye cause he could very well kill you!” Becky yelled before I stepped up
“Enough!” I yelled over her as I wrapped my arms around my husbands torso
“Seriously! You’re just gonna let him do it?” She asked
“Like I said! Whatever he wants to do I’m here to fully support him 100% That’s what marriage is! We support each other in the good time and the bad and during the good decisions and the stupid ones” I said looking up at him at the last part  and he smiled slightly at me kissing my head as Becky turned around to look at Liv and the two began conversing with one another
“I just have one question for you and I will drop it..” I said and he raised his eyebrows at me indicating for me to continue “Are you sure you want to do this? Especially right now?” I asked him
“I’m 100% sure.. I’m more motivated than ever now” He said and I nodded as he kissed my forehead “Now I have a question for you..” He said
“What’s that?” I asked
“When are we gonna let everybody in on our little secret?” He asked and I smiled at him before looking around to make sure nobody was watching us
“Soon..” I said “There’s only so long I can wear your shirts and tie them back to fit before people begin to catch on, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hide it much longer..” I said pulling the shirt closer to my frame to reveal the tiny bump that was now beginning to form and he smiled at me before pulling my face to his and kissing me gently  

Good Girl

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

Tony x Daughter!Reader

Author: Katy

Word Count: 819

Warnings: some kissing, some unwanted kissing, tried not to make anything too graphic :/

Request: Can I request a dad tony one where his daughter is a total sweetheart so people try to take advantage of her but when a guy from school goes too far and lays a hand on her the wrong way she totally kicks his ass? She may be a sweetheart but she was trained by Natasha

A/N: Aw man, it’s been so long since I’ve written. I’m so sorry for not posting, life has finally almost completely calmed down and I finally found the motivation to write (woohoo!) I know I’m not that great of a writer, but I hope y’all like! 


Y/N had always had that ‘good girl’ vibe. She wore pastel colors and flowy sun dresses. Everyone at school could count on her to be a friend. Her record was clean, and unlike her father, most people seemed to like her. Just given a glance you’d never tell she was a Stark. She was the kind of girl that could do no wrong.

It had been a fairly uneventful day, you were just about to walk into 5th period when someone stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N, we need to talk,” Jace spoke softly.

“Uh, okay. What about?” you were curious what the football captain had on his mind.

“I can’t tell you right here, meet me behind the school after 7th hour?” he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Sounds good,” you swept past him to your next class with a wink. You spent the next few classes wondering what Jace needed to talk about. Did he want to break up? No, no he wouldn’t have looked so… excited? Whatever it was it couldn’t be too bad, right?


The dismissal bell couldn’t come soon enough. The clock on the wall ticked slowly. Finally the minute hand struck its target and the familiar ring excused the class. You hurriedly packed up and shuffled out of class. Hundreds of other students walked past you, many saying a quick farewell to you as they left. You plastered a smile on your face, hoping it would make you feel less nervous. You had always been a fairly outgoing person, but sometimes talking to people got you a little nervous. Especially if that person was your mega-popular boyfriend, Jace Winters, the star player of the football team. You eventually reached the back entrance of the school, where only a few kids left from. You glanced around, hoping to see Jace, but it took you a second to realize he must be around the next corner. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“There you are, I thought you had decided you had somewhere better to be,” Jace chuckled softly.

“Nope, just couldn’t get through the hallways fast enough,” you smiled, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh, well I didn’t have anything I just wanted to get some alone time with you,” he stepped closer to you and held onto your arms carefully.

“I see how it is,” you looked into his bright eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss slowly turned a little wilder. Soon Jace had you pinned softly against the wall and had his hands all over you. You felt a little uncomfortable and tried pulling away.

You attempted to say something, but he pulled you in for another kiss. You definitely did not like this, you needed to get home. A soft shove should have gotten him to stop, maybe he just didn’t notice. Again, you stepped backwards.

“Sorry, Jace, but I should get back home,” you said hoping not to offend him.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it hasn’t even been that long,” he grasped your wrist and yanked you towards him.

“No, Jace, I’m serious.”

“Come on, Y/N don’t be so worried it’s fine,” he tightened his grip on your wrist. That was it, no more warnings. Natasha had taught you some fighting tips, she hoped you could use a few in a bad situation. Looks like now was that time. You yanked your wrist, along with his, up a bit so you had a little more control. You used your other hand you grip his. Rotating your body backwards you snapped his arm downwards. He stumbled and fell to the ground, easily letting you pull your hand away. He groaned from the pain of being thrown to the ground. Usually you practiced that move on a mat, it probably hurt a little worse on concrete, oops.

“We’re over Jace,” you walked away confidently.


Natasha sat in the kitchen of Avengers tower, sipping from a mug, when Y/N arrived home.

“Hey, missy, you’re home a little late,” Nat smirked, hoping to get some juicy details of why. But when she looked up you looked distraught. “Something bothering you?”

“Nat, uh, well… you know Jace?”

“That hottie you’re dating?”

“Not anymore,” you looked down.

“What happened?” Natasha sighed, expecting a horrible story of how he, or maybe you, got dumped.

“Well… he asked me to meet him behind the school and when i got there, we started kissing. It got a little… rough, I guess. I asked him to stop and he didn’t, so I kinda…”

“Taught him a lesson?” Natasha lifted one eyebrow.

“Yeah,” the corners of Nat’s lips lifted and she burst out laughing.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” you really hoped she wasn’t mad.

“Of course, sweetie. You gotta show those boys that they can’t get away with anything. Sometimes a good girl gotta have a little bad in her.”

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When It Ends Pt. 2

Part I / Part II / Part III

Summary: You and Jaehyun are ready to put your plans into action when, suddenly, someone does them for you?

Idol: Jaehyun of NCT

Word Count: 2096 (I need to chill)

Warnings: Same as last time

The more time you spent with Jaehyun, the more you came to know just how scary he could be. It had only been three weeks since you had signed the contract, but you now knew an alarmingly large amount of information about him. He was a very open person with you, after all. He was the definition of innocent perfection on the outside, but he was twisted.

You began to notice how he subtly manipulated those around him to achieve his goals. But that was perfectly convenient when the terms of the contract came into play.

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More Than Enough (Fic Request)

Tumblr fic request for the beautiful and awesome @buckyoakenshieldxo Thorin x Reader pairing. This is my first reader perspective fic so go easy on me.

You are depressed, feeling unworthy of Thorin’s love and have not yet conceived an heir. 


More Than Enough

You had been married to Thorin now for almost two years, and whilst you smiled every day, wanting to present the facade that you were enjoying your life as his wife and Queen, a gaping hole was still sitting in your gut. The grey clouds of self doubt, sadness and feeling unworthy had descended again. These were the same clouds that had been ever present in your previous life where you had grown up, never feeling good enough for anything and never feeling as though you belonged. Your rational mind kept trying to regain control, telling you that all Thorin had done was make you feel welcome within the kingdom, helping you gain respect from the people of Erebor. And so far it seemed to have been successful. The people loved you, always smiling, bowing as you walked on by, your gowns sweeping past them. The Dwarf children would stand in awe. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mama?” the little ones would say. But you never felt beautiful. You felt as if your very presence in this place was forced. And those little Dwarf children were always a reminder of the disappointment you presented to Thorin: the fact you had not yet conceived an heir for him. It was expected that you as Queen, and he as King, would produce an heir to one day take the throne when Thorin was gone from this world.

The last few days and you had avoided contact with other people, residing in the huge libraries most of the time. Ori had been the only one who you had really spoken to as he had began cataloguing his writings in date order upon the shelves at the rear of the main library. He was proud of his work, having documented the re-taking of Erebor from Smaug and the victory at the Battle of Five Armies. You had seen the librarian shake his head as Ori had entered the huge hall each day, but smiled to yourself seeing him look so happy.

Tonight marked the two year anniversary of the victory at the Battle of Five Armies as it had been Durin’s Day two weeks prior. Everyone had enjoyed much merry making in the grand halls on the east side of the mountain. But you, as usual, had smiled, feeling as though you were breaking inside. Thorin had sat beside you, brushing his hand against your thigh at regular intervals, a constant reminder that he never liked to be away from you for long and just wanted to know you were close. You loved this Dwarf with your whole being, in its entirety, but that hate you had for yourself was pulling hard on your relationship with him. At night when he attempted to make love to you, and you pulled away, you would see the hurt in his eyes. He had only ever questioned it once, and you tried to cover your feelings by lying, telling him that the wound to your stomach that you had sustained in battle two years prior sometimes pained you. The lovemaking between you both had been amazing beyond words during the first few months of your marriage. Now, the pleasure had gradually dripped away, one drop at a time.

You sat in your bedchamber that afternoon, knowing that Thorin was overseeing the signing of new laws being passed. He had been too busy of late, it seemed, to enquire as to your whereabouts. You only saw him at night, and even then you were normally asleep before he returned. All you wanted was to feel whole again, to feel as though you belonged and were worthy of such a beautiful man. King or not, Thorin was the most honourable and loyal of men you had ever met. Everything he put his hand to was for the good of everyone else, never himself. Thorin deserved someone else; he deserved a woman who would give him an heir, who would be the emotional support he needed and be able to fully commit to being a ruler of the kingdom. Instead he had chosen you, and all you felt you were was a burden to him.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sat motionless, watching the shadows broaden on the wall. Your whole body felt as if it were void of any energy any motivation to move. All you could do was stare at the wall and let the emptiness consume you.

You had no idea how long you sat there until the wooden door to your chamber creaked open. Quickly you brushed the moisture away from your face with the back of your hand, sniffing away any sign that you had been crying.

Thorin looked at you, questions rising in his eyes and concern mounting on his face. “My love. What is it?” he asked, approaching you. “You think that I have not noticed your distance from me, but every day it has cut me deeper.”

You looked up at him, feeling those words gnaw into your stomach. But as your eyes met, you looked away.

He got down in front of you on his knees, taking your hands in his and then pressing them to his face and kissing them. He kissed across your knuckles and then held your hands against his cheek, closing his eyes as he did so. “How can I take this away from you?” he whispered.

Tears came again, dripping down your face, and then you felt the tightness in your chest. The breath escaped you in short bursts, becoming painful. “I don’t deserve you. You should look for someone who can be what you need and give you a child.” Uttering those words felt as if the whole world had crashed down onto your chest and stomach.

“I want my wife,” Thorin wept, his voice breaking. “I want our life together and our love as it once was. I do not base your value on whether you can conceive or not.” He looked up at you, his face a sign of his brokenness. Thorin placed his head in your lap. “You are worth everything I could ever give or do.”

You brushed your hands through his hair, cradling his head. “I love you, Thorin. But I don’t deserve this life. I don’t deserve anything. I’ll never be enough”

Thorin lifted his head and then took your hands in his. “You are more than enough for me. You are my One.” He kept his eyes on yours as he spoke and then he brushed his right hand against the braid in your hair. “Do you remember when I gave you this?”

“Yes,” you whispered, mentally recalling the day you pledged yourself to him and he you.

“I walked out of this mountain, preparing for war against Azog, and you had followed me through a great trial. The sickness made me speak words I will always regret, but never once did you walk away from me. Never once did you doubt me. And it was in those moments when I re-gained clarity of thought from the sickness that I knew you were my One. I had loved you for some time, but it was in those dark days that you proved to me your worthiness as a Queen, and your loyalty to me. Let me be with you through this trial of yours. If anyone is undeserving, it is me of you. Do you trust me?”

“With every breath, Thorin, you know I do,” you replied.

“Then trust my pledge to you. Trust that every word I speak is truth and that my heart will always be yours. Whatever you need, I will do everything in my power to see it given to you. But please know that you are more than enough for me. I just want you beside me and to give yourself to me freely as you once did.”

Hearing the words coming from him and to see him so broken because of your grief, all of it made something break inside. A locked chest had sprung open, releasing the emotions you had concealed now for months. You leaned down to him, kissing him. And for the first time in many weeks, you felt a shiver of pleasure race down your spine.

5

This is a lot but basically it’s come to my attention through sharing my story that this guy is a serial emotional abuser and manipulator. I had been talking to him as a friend for a couple months & then met up with him when I was out in Cali for a 3 day trip. He’s almost 10 years older than me and he really went out of his way to try and show how mature he was by planning everything when it came to hotels & rental cars because I had never really booked either on my own, he downright INSISTED, saying he “wanted to see me happy” saying over and over again how he loves doing these things for me and that it’s no trouble at all despite my thanking him many times. I paid him my half for everything, I paid for my room, my flight, I paid my half for the rental car, my food, a few times his. without even telling me the day before our trip he went and switched the days for our hotel & had to pay an extra hundred, which I had no idea about until we met up. We also had to switch rental car services because his card was declined, again, everything he said he was going to take care of. From the beginning he was very intense & almost hanging off of me, there were a few times where I had to physically move his hands off of me, even when I was driving. He hardly made any of his own conversation other than laughing at all of my jokes & staring at my chest. I was finding him a little boring & thirsty but I thought he was nice so I was still with it. He had a meltdown on our second date cause he left his luggage in our previous hotel, he became despondent and wouldn’t call the hotel and couldn’t understand the idea of having to drive back so I called them, drove roughly 60 miles total in a car that I wasn’t registered to, to try & deal with the situation. That entire day was squandered trying to cheer him up and motivate him to use the little time I had there productively. Next day I met up with a friend in Disneyland and he was barely present & apparently got angry that I took time away from him to text a friend of mine. I hadn’t been able to meet up with friends prior to that because he very much wanted that time with me so I gave it to him willingly, but it wasn’t enough for him. All in all he was very needy and self interested from the beginning & super possessive & my gut told me let’s just be friends, which he said he was cool with prior to the trip. Well he immediately deleted me, proceeded to write passive aggressive shit about me instead of just taking the L, & then I told him very plainly that I don’t wish to be friends either. I blocked/deleted him off everything but he proceeded to then text my phone & ultimately send me this seething email basically calling me poor, saying he went to law school so he had money to spend whereas I didn’t, & I was ungrateful for a $20 Mickey Mouse ring he bought me that I never asked for & he was mad that I didn’t pay him extra for his fuckups, lying and saying I didn’t pay for shit when I paid for sushi and he paid for my $6 inn-n-out burger. If you’re really so rich & well off cause you went to law school (but you’re not a lawyer) why are you sweating a $20 ring & a $100 cancellation fee? In the email he also shamed me for taking antidepressants saying I of all people should be sympathetic towards him. He claimed i couldn’t function without weed that he went out of his way to get from a friend for free entirely on his own, whom I even offered to give money for, but again he just “wanted to do something nice for me”, yet here clearly we see every “nice” thing had a cost because the minute you are not feeling it he will emotionally abuse you and manipulate every seemingly nice thing he did for you as a way for you to feel ungrateful and to villainize you. Well, since I shared this on Facebook multiple women have come forward citing similar stories of harassment and abuse, all when nothing romantic/sexual is wanting to be pursued. This is some deep emotionally abusive entitled shit & i’m not about to stay silent because he threatened me to. Fuck this asshole & the women he’s exhausted and berated over YEARS.

PLEASE share this & If you’re in the Philly/Seattle/PDX area please do not engage with Nnamdi Ezeife (Nnamdi Bawsism on Facebook, “comethroughitslit” on Instagram, “constant-ringing” on Tumblr) he has been targeting plus size bloggers/models/performers and other women in the community & making it very unsafe and toxic & causing a lot of emotional distress all around.

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hey can i ask for some HC if u're not too busy :) [jungkook being a producer and his lovely boyfriend is a dance teacher. jungkook gets too caught up in work producing for a high end singer and over the months, has broken promises on dinner dates with jimin, and leaving him alone at home. one day he gets a call that said jimin's in a coma at the hospital because their house was intruded by a group of burglars and jimin was beaten up by them.] angst but a happy ending pls :))

+ “you should make a dance for a idol group.” Jungkook says from Jimins lap as his Husband reads a novel. “You’ll do a amazing job, I’m sure of it.”

+ Jimin smiles as his hand thread through Jungkook’s locks.

+ “I like working with the kids though. They’re cute and playful. Idols would be stressful.” Jimin says making eye contact with his Husband laying on his lap, “at least you say they’re stressful.”

+ “They are fine, companies suck.” Jungkook says turning so he is laying on his side, nose digging into Jimin’s stomach. “But the pay out is good when the song I made makes number one.”

+ “That’s cause you make good music.” Jimin says with a soft chuckle, his tummy is very ticklish and Jungkook keeps rubbing his nose on him.

+ Jungkook kisses Jimin’s stomach before laying on his back again, head resting on Jimin’s thigh. “Let’s go on a date on Thursday.” Jungkook says closing his eyes. “I wanna go on a date.”

+ “ok.” Jimin smiles lightly pinching Jungkook’s nose. “Where are we going?” “Let’s go to that new Thai restaurant. I hear it’s very good.” “Ok, let’s go.” “Awesome, let make a-”

+ Jungkook hears his phone ringing and they both look at the Samsung on the coffee table in front of them. Jungkook groans in annoyance but shifts to answer it. “Yeah Yoongi Hyung?” Jimin giggles then returns to his book as he goes back to running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

+ “Seriously!?” Jungkook says suddenly shooting into the sitting position. Jimin looks at his Husband in small shock before curiosity takes over. “Ok, ok, I’ll start right away, bye.” Jungkook swirls around, eyes glowing as a huge smile is on his face. Jimin smiles in return, their quite time is over, “Hyung! You know BTS?” “Jungkook who doesn’t know BTS?” “Hyung! They want me to help produce a single with them!”

+ Jimin smiles grows as he finds himself bouncing with Jungkook. “Oh my God, babe thats amazing!” “I know!” Jungkook leans forward and pull Jimin into a sweet yet passionate kiss before just pecking the males face making Jimin laugh. “Im going to head to the studio and start working cause if it is BTS then it has to be perfect!”

+ Jimin nods in understanding. Once Jungkook gets motivated to work there is no stopping him. It sucks a little because that means Jimin will sleep alone tonight but the joy on Jungkook’s face is warm enough to let him sleep.

+ “ok, be safe ok.” Jimin says grasping Jungkook’s hand, “and make sure you get it done before Thursday.”

+ “No way am I missing out date Hyung!” Jungkook kisses Jimin once more before running around the house to head out.

+ Jimin barely saw Jungkook the rest of the week, and when he did he was dropping off food for his Husband so he can eat. Jungkook chatters excitedly about the song and the members making Jimin smile.

+ Jungkook really loved his job and gets sucked in. Jimin doesn’t mind, but it hurts when Jungkook forgets about everything else.

+ Jimin sent his 10th message asking when Jungkook wanted to eat at the new Thai restaurant. Jungkook never responded and Jimin gave up when it reach 8:30 pm that Thursday night.

+ “Hyung I’m so so-” “it’s ok, did they like the song?” “They loved it so much they want me to produce more songs for their album!” “That’s amazing!” “I know! But I can’t believe I- on Monday for sure we are going on a date! For sure Hyung!”

+ Jimin frowns as Monday rolls right on through with no Jungkook in sight.

+ Jungkook looks like a kick puppy that Tuesday night holding Jimin’s favorite flowers and Jimin laughs at him. But then few days past and Jungkook doesn’t leave to studio at all.

+ Jungkook was bobbing his head to some music as he reaches to down his 3rd energy drink that night. This track is almost done! Jungkook can already see the nods from the BTS boys as they hear it. It’s just their style.

+ Jungkook pulls off his head phones for a moment so he can roll his chair over to the candy stash on his mini fridge when his phone starts to ring.

+ “Hello?” “Hello, are you the Husband of Park Jimin ssi?” Jungkook eyes widen at the sound of the ladies voice “Yeah, yeah I’m Park Jungkook. Is something wrong?”

+ “There was a reported break in at your apartment an hour ago and your husband is hurt.” “Hurt!?” Jungkook shoots up from his chair, eyes large already filling with tears “How bad? Is he ok? Can I speak with him!?” “Mr. Park… your husband is in surgery.”

+ Jungkook broke some traffic laws driving to the hospital as he keeps wiping at his eyes as fear takes over him.

+ “Your husband is stable.” The doctor says standing with Jungkook in front of Jimin’s hospital room. “But damage to his brain was very severe and we had to induce him into a medical coma.”

+ Jungkook mouth drys up, “c-coma? When will he wake up?” The doctor shook his head softly “we can assume anywhere between a couple weeks to even a couple years.”

+ Jungkook holds back a sob long enough to get into the hospital room and to wait for the nurses to be done with her check up. Jungkook cries into Jimin’s hand that was brused as random tubes kept Jimin alive.

+ The police said the break in happen at 2am and Jimin called the police once he hear the noise. But once Jimin notice they were trying to take off with Jungkook’s laptop (the laptop that holds some of Jungkook’s unpublished tracks on it) Jimin tried to stop them and got jumped by the group.

+ Jungkook would trash his whole studio if it meant Jimin would wake up.

+ Yoongi took over producing with BTS while Jungkook visted the hospital everyday to be beside Jimin. Jungkook couldn’t handle the though of Jimin waking up alone like he has every night for the past few weeks.

+ Jimin’s brother has been stopping by with cloths and food so Jungkook can function, but Jungkook was a bigger wreck. Good new is that the people who broke in were caught a month later. But Jimin was still in his coma.

+ Jungkook prayed every night begging to some God to bring his Husband back to him. He swore he’d be the best husband. He won’t over work himself, he’ll be home every night, he won’t forget any dates and won’t leave Jimin alone.

+ Jungkook woke up one morning nine months later with a hand softly brushing through his hair. Jungkook sob when he saw Jimin’s tired eyes and soft smile as he kept petting his Husband.

+ Jungkook moves them to a new apartment and true to his word he comes home every night to hug Jimin to sleep, swearing he’ll never let go.

Starlight Grounds - Phillipa Soo x Reader

Summary: The reader is a barista at a coffee shop. There is a beautiful girl who comes in at the same time every day to get the same drink. She asks after the music. A mixtape happens. 

Warnings: None, except for MAJOR TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. Honestly. 

Words: 2,424

A/N: Day 2 of the Write-A-Thon! Sorry for posting so late, I had a really big day. There are songs that go along with this fic, and I’ll add links in the paragraphs! Just click on the titles. Thank you to @protecting-my-legacy for proofreading this and letting me use your wonderful self as a side character. 

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Starlight Grounds was a little hole in the wall coffee shop, tucked neatly into the corner of West 46th Street in the busy crowd of New York City. It serviced the tired actors and crew who needed a morning pick-me-up before going to a day of rehearsals at the Richard Rodgers, which happened to be just down the street. Every day was a long one, even for such a small coffee shop, but the job was happy and provided good tips. It was perfect for you.

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Jay Park - Unspoken Rule Pt.3

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

“What if it’s true?” Jay mumbled under his breath. He slowly raised his head again and stared at you, waiting for your reply. His heart was racing uncontrollably fast and with every passing second of silence he grew more and more nervous. And maybe he even felt a bit insecure. He was sure he read the signs right, but now the confidence he had before slowly abandoned him.



“It wouldn’t matter,” you turned your eyes away from him and shook your head at him. “Because I wouldn’t jeopardize my friendship for a guy I barely even know.”

His expression softened and his lips curled upwards into a weak smile. His eyes had widened, but he didn’t look very surprised. It was almost as if he had expected that answer.

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Pining

Originally posted by the-girl-with-the-nike-scar

Summary: Chapter 7 of Trope-Tastic! ~ Tadashi + 4. Mutual unrequited pining until a third person(s) intervenes and gets them together.


“To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything.”

You hummed along to the music playing in through your earphones as you pulled a fresh batch of lemon poppyseed muffins out of the oven. While the last of the morning batch cooled, you arranged the bagels and pastries in the display case next to the counter.

The cafe was empty, only an hour until opening, when the usual breakfast rush would be coming in. The sun was just barely reflecting off the buildings of San Fransokyo as you worked.

You were getting a culinary degree, specializing in baking at San Fransokyo University. What better way to practice your skills for money, than at the Lucky Cat Café? The owner, a lovely woman named Cass had hired you back in the summer to be the in house baker and to act as a second waitress as needed.

Once all the food was on its place, you wrote the specials out on the whiteboard behind the counter as you boiled water for a cup of tea. Provided there weren’t too many people this morning, you had a fair amount of time off before making more baked goods for the rest of the day.

You were sitting at one of the tables, working on a paper about the science behind puff pastry, as you enjoyed your cup of english breakfast. So focussed on your work, you didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the stairs in the corner.

“Can I join you?” The soft, deep voice of one Tadashi Hamada brought you out of your trance. His throat seemed a little gravelly from sleep, making your heart flutter.

“Please do.” You said with a smile, flattered that he wanted to spend time with you. “Are you usually an early riser?” You asked congenially, closing your laptop to focus on the cute guy who had been the object of many of your thoughts lately.

“I try to be. This morning it was a little easier with all the delicious smells from down here.” He chuckled, making you smile widely.

“Have you eaten yet? I can grab you your pick of this morning’s selection.” you offered.

“Are you sure? I don’t want-” He tried to protest.

You waved him off. “Please, Cass won’t notice. Plus, who better to be my taste tester than you!”

You weren’t sure, but you could’ve sworn you saw a blush creeping up his neck. Within a few minutes, you were resituated at the table, chatting while he had breakfast. You were glad the conversation was mostly small talk, because you found it far too easy to get distracted when you talked to Tadashi.

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Until the Very End - An Eun Woo Scenario

Cha Eun Woo x Reader - In which he is sick and doesn’t want you to see him weak.

Word count: 1,1k+

As requested by @americanoology

Originally posted by with-astro



The first thing you see when you enter the hospital room is his calm smile. You can’t help but think that he looks handsome as ever, even considering his condition.  

“Hi there, Y/N,” Eun Woo’s soft voice says.

In spite of the gravity of the situation, butterflies tickle your stomach as he looks at you. The warmth of his gaze makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the universe.

“Hi, Eun Woo,” you answer, walking towards the bed. In your hand is a panda plushy, and you hold it up to him. “I made this for you. It’ll keep you company when I’m not here to visit,” you explain, as his eyes widen.

“You made it? For me?” he asks, taking the plush and studying it.

You put a strand of hair behind you ear, blushing. “I thought about bringing flowers, but it didn’t feel right… I spent a good part of yesterday’s evening working on it. Do you like it?”

He turns to you and gives you the sweetest smile, one that goes all the way up to his eyes. “I love it!”

You sigh, relieved, and return his smile, but then you notice his happy expression slowly fading away.

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5 Kinds of Romanticized Crushes That Will Mess You Up

I think “crushing” on someone is a natural thing, and in the right place and the right time, it can lead to something great. Most of the time it’ll pass, as it’s meant to, and we can look back and laugh at the ridiculous amount of time spent mentally replaying the one failed conversation that we still twitch about in the shower. Crushes happen, and they almost never equate to a magical romance materializing out of thin air.

But the darker problem with “crushing” is that it occasionally turns a real live person into a trophy, a sort of non-independent rubber statue imprisoned on a pedestal, and if you ever finally reached it, you’d either squeeze it too hard or please it too much. In both cases, both people lose.

Relationships are hard work, and absolutely require more than the initial illusion of fleeting chemicals in our easily tricked brains. That rush of first feelings is overwhelming, but it doesn’t mean a whole lot in the grander scheme: and we could save ourselves a lot of trouble if we took up Taylor Swift to “count to ten, take it in, this is life before you know who you’re gonna be.”

Here are five types of romanticized crushes that require a heavy dose of self-awareness. I apologize in advance for the snark: I’m only so impassioned here because I’ve seen how badly it can get out of control.


1) Hate Crush (aka Freudian Defense Mechanism)

What it looks like: You like someone, but you hate that you like them, so there’s a lot of passive-aggressive, mean-spirited, hyper-critical gas-lighting aimed their way. This looks cute in movies, but is often awful and humiliating to an actual human being with, you know, their own thoughts and dreams.

Problems: This can be irreversibly destructive if you drag someone long enough through your daily catharsis. I understand the psychology behind this—we resent what we can’t have or we just hate it when we feel so vulnerable with someone—but displacing anger out of confusion when you can’t “have someone” is a really dark, desperate issue that might require real help, immediately.


2) Aspirational Crush (aka I Love The Idea of You)

What it looks like: That really good-looking teacher or singer or authority figure looks great from far away, like a Monet or the brand new ottoman on Craigslist, and this positional power is the sole force of attraction. The way he speaks! The way she leads! The way he knows how to open his jacket button when he sits down!

Problems: When you fall for a hologram and find the real person, it’s like a great movie trailer for a mediocre movie: except you can only blame yourself. Getting to know someone takes time and work, and so does making peace with their flaws. A person’s accomplishments only tell half their story. Part of love is about knowing how to live with the prickly, icky underside of a person, and to stay past inconvenience when the image is shattered.


3) Parasocial Crush (aka Pathological Celebrity Crush)

What it looks like: A celebrity crush is usually harmless and even a ton of fun. Fandoms are the closest thing to virtual high-fives; I’m part of a few and the camaraderie is second only to the military. But all this becomes downright insane when social media fandom-entitlement demands that celebrities (who have personal lives outside the fictional characters they portray) must be super-personal and respond to every tweet and do special favors, often by comments starting with, “I’ve never asked this of anyone famous before, but you owe me, because I made you.” Followed by the reliably manipulative, “You must be too big-time since you won’t talk to nobodies like me.”

Problems: The problem is everything. It’s unhealthy. Please stop it. If they reply, awesome. If they don’t, they never owed you that. If that sounds cruel, then I hope one day you can answer the millions of messages you get from strangers while constantly in fear that you’ll never satisfy a single one of them when you do. Admittedly, a parasocial crush has worked exactly once, which means no, statistically none of us are the exceptions.


4) You-Owe-Me Crush (aka The Friend-Zone)

What it looks like: “So I opened the door for her, right? And she wouldn’t give me her phone number and home address and mailbox keys and her Netflix password!”

Problems: Look, I think some standards are too high and unreasonable (and really, some of us don’t have a right for such high standards if we haven’t done much of anything in life, and we should become someone worth catching before we go “hunting”). But besides the fact that no one should have to change their standards to settle for less, the main thing is that friendship is usually better. And there’s no such thing as a friend-zone. Maybe “biding your time” is a good strategy to wait for old age to strike down your awful co-worker. But for a date? It’s mostly creepy. Being “forever single” isn’t a free pass for pity. Now imagine, if you could actually be friends with someone without the expectation of their naked body in exchange, and if you stayed friends with them even if they dated someone else. No one should ever be encased in a “In Case of Emergency, Break Glass” chamber. Romance isn’t something that can be forced by “nice-guy-ing” your way in (if you think so, you ain’t no nice guy). If romance happens, I hope it’s because it was explored with honest motives and a non-slimy transparency. And if you’re rejected: I’m truly sorry, but I hope it doesn’t turn you into a resentful, entitled, sour-grapes monster. I’ve been there, and even I hated that guy.


5) Apocalyptic Crush (aka Totally-Bad-For-You)

What it looks like: You know that he or she is bad for you. You know where this is going. Everyone has warned you. I even managed to package your future-regret into this juice bottle and you tasted it and you know how bad this will get. I know you hate this lecture for the third time and—hey, where are you going? Heed my warning across this long hallway as you walk towards your imminent destruction! I warned you with my pointing finger of danger!

Problems: I have a lot of sympathy for this, because there’s this wild rebellious streak in all of us that wants to strike out against conformity. But I guess it depends on what you mean by those words. Crushing on a person who only brings out the worst in you isn’t very rebellious. That’s actually conforming. Finding a person who loves you and respects you and gets to know you for who you are? That’s pretty wild. I’m not so much warning you as encouraging you, You can do way better. And you can.

J.S.

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Supercat. Kara realises her feelings for Cat when Cat's beautiful ex girlfriend visits National City for a few days and she can't quite hide her jealousy

“I’m sorry, do you have an appointment?” This isn’t the first time that Kara has had to face down someone determined to make it into Cat’s office, but something is different about the woman in front of her. There’s a confidence to her step, an unconscious ease that few carry with them when facing Cat Grant.

“I’m afraid I don’t, but Cat always said I’d be welcome to drop by,” the mystery woman says with a smile and wink, not bothering to hide a searching glance up and down Kara’s figure. “If I’d known she’d finally hired someone decent, I might have stopped by sooner.”

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Bigger Booty Better Thighs (Seventeen Preference)

(AN: a couple of weeks ago I posted the first part to this with five of the boys and somebody requested that I do a second part with the rest of them so here we are. A headcanon list about seventeen dating/liking a plus-sized girl. Semi-smut warning.) 

First part here.

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