this one is like a punch in the damn heart

bts fic rec! (just 24 fics)

Hi. I’m alive, apparently.

Gay* fic rec.

I’ve been having these marathons every week where I just collect as much fanfics as I can. The result? Folders full of bookmarks. Like, not the AO3 bookmarks, but I made actual Chrome folders with bookmarks and… you get the point.

This is unnecessary, but if you’re a beginner in the bts-fanfic-world, I think this list might help you?

These are strongly recommended fics from me. Various ships. All gay, obviously… all on AO3. Most of these, you probably know.

I don’t own any of them! I just think they’re wonderful…

If any of you need more fic recs (I take any ship, I haven’t done all ships but I have some for underrated ships, so), just go on and send me an ask, I guess. And if you’ve read all of these, go send me an ask if you’d like. (I got tons of Namjin) 

I also rec sin, though my folder for sin isn’t very organized so it’ll take a while.

If you want a small (very small) list of sad fics, just ask.

Okay, here it is!

[M] Beta Tau Sigma by bazooka
pairing: namjin (college/university au, frat au)
summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music;
2) keep your GPA above a 3.4;
3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet;
4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin.
The rest is all fine print.
me: i cried when it finished. need i say more? fucking amazing. love it. cry with me.

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Read It Wednesday

Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation. 

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when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; kim taehyung / 966

From what seemed to be a chill night with a favorite rerun on track played out on the television screen, came to you facing the road in your car as you drive down to someone drunk not even in your responsibility. Putting your car on park by the sidewalk, you slam the door behind you before you can make your way up to the people who called you for help.

Oh forms on their lips at the sight of you on their doorstep. My comes in a bulldozer throwing their asses off the roof as they scramble to open the grill, holding onto their hearts (and balls) in the process because - “Fuck!”

“Y/N! That hurts!”

“Good! It was supposed to! You guys know that he can’t handle alcohol that well and you went ahead and gave him just that. Are you-”

“Y/N?!” A voice yells into the air, reaching you in a speed that ricochets your eardrums because sometimes his sneeze alone can make fifteen people get a heart attack so yes, it was that loud, someone might call the cops. Jimin and Jungkook take it as a perfect time to bounce (claiming to give you space to tend to the poor boy pressed up to the glass window like a lover waiting for his own to return). You decide to deal with them later, closing the door behind you with a quick lock before you dart over because - “Tae!”

He’s completely melted on the floor, as if he’s trying to glue himself there with a giddy chuckle. His breath reeks of alcohol but you find it isn’t that bad when Taehyung smiles like he can grow flowers with them. Sighing, you remain on your knees beside him who stays still with his eyes screwed shut. It’s a time to take a breather when he turns into stone. But you out of all people know it’s just a matter of time before he springs into action.

There are a few types of drunk people in this world that you were familiar with. Loud, obnoxious and have no sense of gauging the human’s personal bubble space, one. Soft, giggly and seemingly swaying from left to right much like a palm tree whilst murmuring to themselves, two. Clingy, very clingy, too damned clingy, koala level clingy, three. All of the above, four. Synonym: Kim Taehyung.

You’re proven right when he snaps up out of nowhere and you have to catch your heart breath. Your efforts are doubled when he lunges at you, not even towards you but right at you. Like, bullseyes motherfucker. The air in your lungs feel like its punched out, the force Taehyung exerts to hug you tight and he may be laughing but this hurts.

Of course, you try your best to put up with him. Arms coming around to steady him before you - thud - never mind.

He laughing in your ear when you land on the carpeted floors along with him. Despite the impact, it softens with his arms that act like a cushion. You don’t think too much about it, focusing on how you’re going to get this boy to his bedroom because apparently from the struggles of Jimin and Jungkook, Taehyung refuses to budge unless it was you. So now that you’re here, it’s like he’s grown roots to stay here forever (which you will leave him the way you found him if he continues).

The nasty side of you doesn’t have the chance to come out when you feel bad thinking if you really did leave him. So you try to push him up even though it’s impossible, a game lost right as it started. Calling his name again and again doesn’t seem to help and this boy better not be sleeping. With a squeeze you give him by his waist, he whines and his entire weight rests on you. Legs tangled as they stretch out and shadows intertwining past the moonlight, you can’t enjoy it even if you wanted to because - “Tae please get up, you’re hurting me,”

It elicits an instant reaction, borderline to the speed of light when he sits up at the mere thought of bringing you harm. Apologies fly out of his mouth, one after another, before he can finish the first he’s mumbling the next, then it’s to following you mindlessly when you get to stand on your feet. With his hands holding onto yours, you heave him up and only go so far to the sofa. You agree with your mind that it’s the best you could do when he’s getting comfortable, a little bit more when you adjust his head to the armrest and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he knocks out completely.

But he refuses to let you go.

He’s hugging your arm to his chest, smiling sheepishly with sleep infusing his body. You find it amusing, sitting by his side because there’s enough space on the sofa and humoring him to let him have his way before he dozes off. However, when he starts mumbling a few words that you can’t seem to make up with your name in it, you’re ready to fight him because are you insulting me right now? After me trying to help your ungrateful ass?

When you lean in closer to get an answer, the chewed up syllables and slurred up words translates into a soft mantra of I like you. I like Y/N. I like… you, Y/N. In that second, your heart stops, along with the seconds after that but you can’t quite believe it so you - “C-Could you repeat that, Tae?”


Heavy breathing.



Silence… snoring.

Chuckling, from you.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

A smile, from him, in his sleep.

Goodnight, Y/N.

Dating Bang Yongguk (B.A.P)

You are so sweet thank you!!! I hope you like it!
Let’s hope Yongguk is well and happy and will get fit soon but also take his time with his recovery!

  • Y'all prolly knew each other by looks and quick greetings
  • and as Youngjae stated that Yongguk only gets close to people he is interested in I think he’d make some effort to get to know you
  • but omg he said he can’t talk to women
  • especially when it’s about dating because his confidence sinks to 0.0000000001
  • the 1 in the end being a “hi”
  • one time he said he liked your outfit and then blushed thinking about it for the rest of the day
  • but then one magical day your damn laptop broke down while you had some important stuff to do
  • and you went out to get coffee because you didn’t wanna punch a hole into your laptop out of anger
  • and he saw you and gathered his courage
  • like ALL OF IT bc again: he can’t talk to women
  • and he was like
  • ”Hey Y/N, are you okay?”
  • with one of his smiles
  • and your heart fluttered but then you were like
  • ”My laptop broke down -.-”
  • and he was like
  • ”Hey I went to Cyber University I could have a look at it..if you want to”
  • lmao he could have a look at you if he wanted to amirite?
  • So anyways you agreed and he fixed it and then you offered him a meal and you ate and talked together
  • and whoops suddenly it was 11 pm and homeboy had places to go and stuff to do
  • so he got up, ready to leave and you were like
  • ”Hey I owe you”
  • and he just smoothly was like
  • ”If you give me your number we’d be even ;)”
  • so cheesy damn Yongguk
  • but it worked
  • since the members said he has the habit of constantly thinking of rhymes I imagine this to happen:
  • ”Babe”
  • ”Yes?”
  • ”You were my damsel in distress
  • stfu yongguk
  • but other times he’d hit you with dat deep ish
  • ”In our society penalty really just depends on ones salary”
  • ”…”
  • that was you being speechless you were just trying to get a cup of water
  • you’d often ask him about his tattoos
  • or just trace them while you two lay in bed
  • I feel like he’d have trouble expressing his feelings sometimes
  • and I feel like he would write you songs
  • one just for you to hear where he’d say everything he usually couldn’t
  • and you would melt
  • also his ‘I love you’s would be seldom but when he said them he meant it
  • and you knew that
  • he gives his all into music and is very dedicated so you’d probs have to remind him to eat and sleep especially around comeback seasons
  • and you’d bring him and the members food and drinks
  • he’d be so thankful
  • when if comes to kisses he seems like the type to pull you really close
  • one hand on your neck the other on your butt waist
  • and he’d hold you like you’d be his everything
  • honestly
  • you are
  • well making out tho
  • ohohohhohoho boi put the seabelts on it’s boutta be wild
  • you on his lap
  • try to tease him
  • i dare you
  • you probaly’t walk for the next days oopsie lmao
  • sometimes when he was feeling funny as heck he would tease you in public
  • and you’d just glare at him and be like
  • ”I’m gonna pinch your dick off”
  • hickeys
  • but hidden hickeys like on your boobs so when you two change for the day or night
  • he’d see them and shitgrin to himself
  • sometimes when he feels like it
  • or you annoyed him and he wants to have his sweet revenge
  • in the middle of the act while you won’t complain he’ll give you a hickey somewhere visible
  • and it will be summer and you’ll have to wear a turtle neck when it’s 34 degrees out
  • and he’ll just pass you the deodorant grinning
  • and you’ll be out with friends sweatin like a cow and you’re friends will be like
  • … you k?
  • you are not
  • and you just smile and nod
  • sometimes he would break down and tell you all the thoughts he has and the doubts
  • and you would comfort him and probs cry with him
  • hugs with him can be summed up in two words:
  • Pops bear
  • Like he’d envelop you in his arms and pull you really close and nuzzle into you
  • when you two fight he’d remain calm most of the time
  • it’s scary for people to witness
  • it’s contains a lot of annoyed sighs and slightly too harsh movements
  • if it was your fault you’d have to say sorry
  • I feel lik he ain’t bout that 'When you get mad at a girl apologize for being mad’ thing
  • but if it was his fault he’d say sorry
  • if both of you were to blame he’d try to talk it out
  • he is a tol so if you aren’t…
  • he would tease you
  • ”okay I’m going out now”
  • and you wanna go in for a kiss
  • and he just makes himself even taller and is like
  • when you ready come and get it nananana
  • also if you ever happen to wear his shirt damn gurl
  • ”look at small you in my big Shirt”
  • ”that’s not how you use a tent Y/N??”
  • ”haha look it’s a walking shirt wow haha”
  • damn yongguk you’re so funny!
  • not!
  • and then you’d just take it off and run around in your underwear
  • cue needy Yongguk
  • one time you tried to make his favourite food for him
  • sushi
  • you failed and he came home earlier than expected and you just stood there looking at him
  • rice in your hair
  • ripped nori everywhere
  • smoked salmon sticking to the table
  • but he’d appreciate the effort
  • like so much
  • and then you’d just shower together and tbh that’s a good present too :)
  • After you move in together you know who is basically moves in with him?
  • B.A.P
  • P stands for Pabos
  • Pabo means idiot in Korean
  • so before valentines day he’d be like
  • ”anything in peticular you’d like, princess?”
  • and you just say
  • ”nah as long as it comes from heart idc”
  • he made his predictions true
  • he made you chocolate with a picture of you two and gave it to you
  • you almost cried while you two ate it
  • damn Bang Yongguk why u gotta be that cute
  • meeting his family of course
  • they seem as badass as him so you’d be like
  • ”what if they won’t like me? They are so cool and I am not really that cool?”
  • Spoiler: they love you
  • first time seeing his twin you’d be like
  • ”yongguk stay on my right so I don’t accidentally kiss your brother”
  • but it gets better with time
  • it always does
  • going to the netherlands for vacay because he likes the netherlands
  • Overall: he would treat you very good you can’t complain! He sometimes can’t tell you everything that’s on his mind so you’d need to give him that freedom. But when it comes down to it he’s know you are there for him and vice versa. Hugs with pops. Soft kisses and passionate makeout sessions. Thoughtful moments and exchanges over future goals and dreams at night.
Is That a Yes?

Words: 1,607 

Because it’s almost Valentine’s Day, I wrote a thing.

Hanzo tilted his head, staring at the slim box McCree had shoved into his hands before he could even say hello. He found himself confused for a moment as he tried to think of a reason for the cowboy to be bringing him a gift before recalling the date. He bit the inside of his lip before looking up to meet McCree’s eyes. “I did not get you anything.”

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Ice Skating {Jared Kleinman x Reader}

requestdear-enjolras-hansen said:can you write a jared x reader where he takes them out on a cute surprise first date? maybe they go ice skating or something cute idk
Here it is!!! My heart melted a lot when I was writing this, jsyk. 

warnings: none! swearing, maybe a dick joke? idk

word count: 1800

“Kleinman, where are we going? We have homework, and this history project is gonna have me up all night!”






Your best friend cackles like a damn hen as he drives, his eyes on the road, but one finger was raised and digging into your shoulder, teasingly poking you. You snort, punching his thigh gently as you look down at the stack of papers in your lap, trying feebly to fill in the blanks in the science worksheet.

Your pen works to scrawl in the parts of a cell, but as the car swerves sharply, your hand slides, drawing a line across the paper and you look up, scowling at the asshole who’s struggling to hold in his laughter.


“You’re a dick and I hate you.” You mutter, no heat and no venom behind your words. Jared chuckles, shrugging at you as he drives.

“You love me. You should really stop lying to yourself and just let yourself have all this!” One hand goes to his chest, rubbing what you can only imagine is his nipple.

“Jared, no.” You sigh, covering your face, trying to hide the laugh that’s bubbling up.

Sure, you’d thought about him like that. Who wouldn’t? But he was your best friend, and he was just joking, you knew that.

Jared grins, poking you again gently before sighing and sitting back in his seat, grunting in total boredom.


“Hey, where are we going?” You ask as you readjust, shuffling the papers back into line on your textbook, glancing over the questions before looking out the window.

“I told you, it’s a surprise. I can’t tell you, or I’d have to kill you.” He replies, hardly looking at you, but you can see he’s got the slightest brush of pink on his cheeks. You cock a brow, but you let it be.


“Okay. Well… Tell me the process of photosynthesis.”


“No fuckin’ way! I’m here to party, not to do homework, (L/N).”


“So what you’re saying is that you want me to do your homework for you.”


Jared snorts, looking over at you for a second, bi-colored eyes wide and reminiscent of a puppy dog. You smirk, not falling for it.

“Aw, come on, (L/N), you wouldn’t do my biology homework for me? After I’m driving you all the way out here?” He teases, and you scoff.

“Kleinman, for all I know, you could be driving me out to the middle of nowhere to murder me with a shovel and bury me in a cornfield, so don’t even start.” You point at him with your pen before looking back down at the piece of paper in your lap, sighing as you continue your work, knowing that you’d gladly do his homework for him. He probably knows that too.


“Well, I’m not gonna kill you. Maybe. As long as you stop whining, Jesus Christ.” Jared smirks at you, suddenly switching on his turn signal and taking a sharp right hand turn off the highway, down a dirt road, up to a large, grey, concrete building with large red lettering on the side.

“…An ice arena?” You ask after a few moments. You’d been driving for at least an hour, all to get here? You were confused as he parks out front, and a small group of kids dressed in hockey gear exit the building.


“Well, yeah.” You can see Jared has started to panic a little, but he expertly recovers, clearing his throat.
“I’m meeting someone here for a thing. What, do you think I can just meet up with my dealer in town? When my mom literally tracks my phone?”


You huff, crossing your arms over your chest in an almighty pout.
“Jared, you know I hate it when you bring me on these trips, if my mom knew what I was doing here, she’d never let me hang out with you again.” You sigh, rubbing your face angrily.

“Shut up and just get out of the damn car, (L/N).” It’s sudden, and you look at your friend, the look on his face somewhere between ready to be break, and severe. You frown deeply, but you put your things away and unbuckle, climbing out. You’re wearing shorts and a tee shirt and sneakers, not clothes to be wandering around an ice rink in. Jared gets out of the car, a backpack slung across his shoulders as he comes around to meet you, smirking a little.
“Ready?” He teases, and you huff, unwilling to look at his stupid face. You’re so pissed off. Why would he bring you to this shit place, just to get a few doses of a plant that would melt his brain? It was infuriating.


“Fuck off, Kleinman. Let’s get this over with.” You huff, marching towards the entrance. He follows after a few moments, jogging to catch up. He seems a little upset, but so are you.


He gets the door for you as you enter, the blast of cold air almost knocking you on your ass.

“Fuck, that’s freezing!” Jared mutters, but you stay silent, content to pout until he got you out of there and took you home. You turn your back to him as he unzips his backpack, rummaging around for something while you observe the rink.

It’s a standard skating rink, you can see through the small hallway straight ahead. There were a few people skating, and as you move forward to get a better look, you feel Jared nudging you gently.

“Here.” He says, and you turn, frowning as you see the jacket being held out to you. It’s one of yours, and you cock your head, grabbing it and pulling it on.


“…thanks. Where are we meeting this guy?” You ask, and Jared huffs, rolling his eyes.


“Come on.” He mumbles, motioning for you to follow as he pulls on a sweatshirt of his own.

You’re beginning to get suspicious.


Jared stops at the reception counter as you watch him curiously as he speaks to the reception woman, who smiles warmly at him, then at you, before she reaches beneath the counter and retrieves two pairs of skates. Your brows draw together as he comes back over to you, holding out a pair to you, and your take them, your confusion evident. But you follow as he heads towards the rink, up the bleachers lining the area.


He sets down the backpack and sits down, pulling on the ice skates, glancing at you expectantly, so you sit down and start to do the same.


“Kleinman, we aren’t actually here to meet someone, are we?” You ask after a few moments of silence, puling the laces of the skates tight (a broken ankle would not be fun. You might actually stab Jared with your skate, if you got hurt).


Jared gasps, placing a ha over his heart.

“Are you insinuating that I, Jared Kleinman, your closest and most adoring friend, would lie to you about driving an hour out of the way to get to an ice skating rink in the middle of nowhere, to meet a drug dealer?”

You scoff, placing a hand on your own chest.

“I’d never! Except if it was true.”


“Well, it is. Come on, I used to skate all the time when I was a kid, I’m ready to kick your ass at it.” The man grins, standing and performing a stomp/waddle down a few stairs and towards the barrier that separated the ice from the stands. You laugh, getting up and hurrying after him, your legs a little cold, but you’ll deal.


As it turns out, Jared is pretty great at skating, just as he said. He’s no Olympian, but he certainly skated circles around you, literally. You relied on the wall, or simply standing still as you watched him, that stupid smirk on his face. And eventually, he was kind, and he took pity on you, skating in front of you and offering you his hands. You carefully take them, allowing him to pull you closer as he started to slowly skate backwards. It’s nice, and your heart is doing a stupid little flutter thing as you look up into those eyes, his cheeks rosy and his lips turned up in a smile. You have to take a moment to realign yourself, a confusing feeling in your chest, and that’s when you realize you’re fucking sunk for Jared.


“Hey, Kleinman?” You ask as he slows you down, having taken you to the center of the rink and away from the other skaters. He looks down at you.


“Yeah, (Y/N)?” You can’t help but blush a little at that- he never really used your first name- but you’re sure the red of your cheeks can be played off by the chill in the air.


“Why did you lie? If you’d just told me you wanted to go ice skating, I would have said yes. And I would have worn jeans.” You tease.


“Yeah, but you probably wouldn’t have said yes to a date with me unless I swindled you into it.” He replies, almost avoiding eye contact with you. You pause, staring at him.


“This is a date? Like a proper date? Like… You like me?” You ask, ready to laughed at. He lets go of your hands, his eyes going to his feet, as if he’s embarrassed at the thought of it. At the thought of you.


“Well… Yeah, I mean… I wasn’t sure how to ask you out, and I remember you saying you used to skate a lot where you lived before. And since , you know, you’re friends with this whole lot of Greek god who just wanted to show you that I appreciate and love you, or some shit-“


You cut him off, skating forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, your arms going around his neck. He doesn’t react for a moment, and you fear you may have fucked it all up, but when he places his hands on your hips, you sigh in relief, pulling back and looking at him.


“This is the best first date, Jared. Thank you. Really, I mean it. I wasn’t trying to be a bitch earlier, I just-“ You bite your lip as he shakes his head.


“Maybe I should have told you about this, but I like surprising you. You should see the plans I’m making for our second date!” He teases you, and you giggle, looking up at him.


“Second date?” You ask, feeling your knees wobble a bit, but you ignore it, shifting your feet a little to keep your balance.


“You didn’t think this was a one time thing, did you?” He grins, and leans down, obviously going for another kiss, and that’s when your skate slips out from under you and you squeak, falling forward against him. He catches you, but slips up as he does, letting out a yelp as you both hit the ice. He groans, but you laugh, leaning over him and kissing him sweetly, deciding that Jared Kleinman was probably your fucking soulmate.

so here we crumble (pt 2)

yeet - (part 1)  // for @quidditchleaguenet‘s august challenge

  • so here’s the punch line of it all - Terence Higgs loves Adrian Pucey with his whole damn rotten heart 
  • and that’s why he’s terrified, and that’s why he spends one sleepless night talking himself into every way the ground could collapse beneath his feet and 
  • the next morning he tells Adrian “I don’t love you” and lets the rest of what he’d expected unfold
  • when the door shuts behind Adrian’s retreating figure (back straight, head held high, even though Terence can see Adrian’s hands are trembling and he’s got his lip bitten between his teeth like when he’s trying to pretend he’s not about to cry)
  • Terence sits and sighs and gets Adrian’s left over mug and uneaten piece of toast and tosses one into the sink and the other into the trash
  • and this mechanical, choreographed movement goes on for about two weeks and Flint hears the news, and asks if he’s okay, and Terence says he is
  • because he is, because now instead of the gut wrenching, oxygen-stealing sensation of waiting for the other shoe to drop, of wanting to be greedy and keep Adrian for himself
  • now he just feels a low hum, some slight semblance of numbness and that’s always been the better alternative 
  • here’s the second punch line - Terence Higgs’ ability for denial only lasts a good two months, every time, and that’s when the other shoe not only drops, it runs its steel-toed self right onto Terence’s bare foot
  • he spends another sleepless night curled on what used to be Adrian’s side of the bed, deludes himself into thinking that it still smells like Adrian even though he knows he’s spent two long days just washing the sheets over and over again and
  • Terence Higgs throws the best parties, as long as they’re pity parties and as long as he knows he doesn’t deserve them
  • he goes through karma and deja vu all at once - stays awake bringing up all the ways Adrian is too good for him, all the ways he’s fucked up, and then all the ways he still wants Adrian by his side, in arms reach, close enough for Terence to pull himself into 
  • because Adrian Pucey has always been Terence’s favorite, most guarded hiding spot, whether he wanted it to be or not
  • the next morning, Terence goes and knocks on Adrian’s hotel room, brash and bold and absurdly rude, and keeps knocking until Adrian snaps a “fuck you” through the thick wood
  • but he keeps rapping his knuckles until Adrian’s bloodshot eyes are glaring at him from the crack of space he’s opened the door, and those dark circles and unshaven face makes Terence sick all over again
  • “I lied,” Terence confesses, and he watches the shudder run through Adrian’s body, watches those capable hands clench on the soft fabric of grey sweatpants, “I lied, I’m a liar, I’m - Adrian - Adrian, I’m terrified.”
  • a pause. 
  • “So you’re both a liar and a coward.”
  • “That’s fair,” Terence says, because Adrian’s right. He’s a coward, and he always has been, and a liar not far from that. and he’s lied to Adrian before but he’s never been good at getting away with it. Not the last time, and not for this.
  • there are two long stretched out minutes in which Terence thinks that he’s ruined it, finally, despite his previous best efforts - the final four words enough to snap the lid shut on his fingers
  • except then Adrian opens the door just wide enough for Terence to slip inside
  • and Terence, who is greedy and needy, and who needs Adrian more than he’s ever let on - 
  • he takes what Adrian is willing to offer.
FIC UPDATE: Any Four Walls: Not Like This

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Not Like This

Garrus woke with a start as sudden and overwhelming as a stim-shot, sitting upright even as he clawed at the smothering blankets, haunted by the lingering images left by his nightmare. His father, grim-faced. Shepard in a doorway. It’s—it’s Solana, Shepard. And the children.

A nightmare. Far worse than the ones featuring screaming Banshees and Reaper turians whose faces he couldn’t help examining, looking for familiar angles, familiar curves.

Just a nightmare.

And yet.

And yet, the bed was not his bed, the sheets not his sheets. His side ached, almost as if someone truly had jabbed a needle into the soft hide of his waist and emptied a vial full of poison into him. Instead of flowers, or candles, or the faint scent of Shepard’s perfume, the only smell was the universally unsettling antiseptic stench unique to hospitals.

Even with his heart slamming like a fist desperate to punch through the wall of his chest, bone and blood and plates be damned, it took real effort to force his eyes open. He sucked in a breath; too shallow. Another. Another. The blankets were a white blur. Blinking did not sharpen his vision. No telltale halo of red hair sat at his bedside.

It’s—it’s Solana, Shepard. And the children.

“Garrus. Hey. In and out. One breath at a time, G. One cardiac arrest per day is more than enough.”

He swung his head toward the sound, recognizing his sister’s voice even before her indistinct edges took shape. The sun behind her was too bright, even dimmed by the darkened panes of glass. Like his eyes, his voice wasn’t working yet, either. His talons clenched and unclenched in sheets nothing like the soft ones Shepard always splurged on.

Tell me, he wanted to say. Tell me.

Instead of words, only faint keening escaped on his released breath.

Solana said, “I’m sorry, G. I don’t know where they are.”

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Feelings Are Not A Choice M.C.

Anon requested:  Could you maybe do a blurb where you get into a fight or he gets into a fight and one of you has to break it up? THANK YOU xxxx

As in the request no boy was named, I decided to do it a Michael Clifford au. I really hope you like it! 

I wrote a second part for this imagine. You can read it here

Word Count: 1.4k 

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

The party was in full swing, people were on the tables giving stripteases to the ones near them. The people in the kitchen were having a drinking game which was more ridiculous than anything, but hilarious anyway. The people in the couches were more normal and that was where I was, sat with my four best friends, arguing about which TV show was the best show at the moment.

“Sense 8 is, personally, the best.” Ashton said and all of us huffed, disagreeing completely.

“Modern Family is better. Sorry Ash.” The Maori boy shrugged.

“Nothing can beat Stranger Things. Period.” Michael ended the discussion and took a sip of his bottle of beer. His now wet lips were screaming to be kissed. And, boy, did I want to kiss those rosy lips of his.

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OtaYuri Oneshot: Home

For @kaeriyue , sorry for the bad art. Here’s a Boxing Day present!

Description/Warnings: Oneshot, fluff/romance, an occasional swear word or two. 

Synopsis: Yuri’s musings after Otabek’s departure. 

(Yes. I did exactly what I told everyone not to do)


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Try Me (Part 7)

Notes: This one is SO angst filled. I apologize, its also got a looooot of violence in it, blood and gore mentioned. Im so sorry

Tags (hopefully I got everyone!): @banieldryan@buckysteetime@dipdies@trashybuchananbarnes @cozetty@piercethemelendez@skyfullofharrystyles@wsternhaikus @dontstopwiththelyin@han35@canikeepit-imkeepingit@doctoooorwhoooo@geekyambz0938@feelsgoodtastegoodmustbemine@dankpunks @queen-asianiqua@starstar1012 @obsessedtvgeek @so-you-dont-like-me @personalenigma @dullbutterfly @amxwxxld @sessybiss-blog @anitavalija @hiddenavengers

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Flufftober Day 5

Flirty texting (kustard)

Me: hey u kno formatting is hard and i dont want to actually write

Me to me: its texting just be lazy for one day

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MBTI types as my favorite Hetalia quotes

 Because why not?

ESFP : “Everything I could ever want can be found right in the depths of my own heart… except for money!”

ISFP : “I shall now show my utter disgust and anger with you through the piano”

ENTJ : “The problem is, I can’t help but punch him in the face”

INTJ : “I know my ideas are the best because otherwise I’d kill them!”

ESFJ : “I’m so hot I could kiss myself”

ISFJ : “So the ladies of Crete wore stuff that made spectacles of their breastacles?”

ENTP : “I’m only allowed to hear my own thoughts and those are the ones that I like”

INTP : “Suck my balls you damn potato eater”

ESTP : “Before I tell you, there’s something I want to say. It goes a little something like this, LICK MEIN BALLS!”

ISTP : “This weatherman is predicting a 99% chance of shitstorm and it’s coming right at ya!”

ENFJ : “Laughing off the negative as something positive is my style”

INFJ : “Aah! What the crapola happened here!?” 

ESTJ : “You can’t google stuff in 1942, you asshat”

ISTJ : “I once killed a man in his sleep with his own mustache and a grape”

ENFP : “Oh skit! What the cripes?”

INFP : “I hide dark secret no one will ever guess because of my sweet face”

anonymous asked:

This is something that I have been wondering about for a while, and since it is related to writing I decided to ask one of my favorite writing blogs...Is it wrong for guys to want to write romance? Not the steamy, rated R stuff, but rather the process of falling in love bit. I love action, adventure, and science fiction, but I always have romance intertwined in it. It is something my friends find hilarious and I can't help but wonder if it is really all that strange....

Okay, well here’s a representation of what happened when I read this:

*Runs down stairs in a rage, trips on bottom step and almost breaks ankle*

“Mum! You’ll never believe what someone said to my Anon!”

*Gripping phone tightly, mum stepping away a little due to my ‘minor’ freak out*

“Wh-what, Honey?”

*Reads the message and has to stop mid-way through because I’m too pissed*

*Heavy breathing*

And now, I’ve sat here and reread this ask about 8 times. Darling, Write whatever the f**k you want to write. Don’t feel bad because of your ask, that is not what I’m getting mad at. I’m mad because someone (or group of someone’s) was teasing and putting my anon down for writing romance. Write The Romance! No one has any right to tell you what to write, so don’t take it to heart. If they irritate you once more for writing romance, you let me know and I will be there asap to punch a few faces. Then we get coffee and write romance novels like total badasses, okay? I’m sorry for my anger, oh god, I hope I haven’t scared you all off… I just feel that things like this shouldn’t be stereotyped to one gender and no one should be hurt by someones words for doing something that they’re probably rather good at. And if you want to write smut, you damn-well write it. 

I love you all very much and if someone hurts any of you because of what you write or the way you write, I swear I will fly out to your hometown and start some shit. No kidding… Good luck with the romance writing and message me if you want someone to tell you good things about you and your writing. Lots and lots of love from Yasmine xox

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “The day will come when you won't be”

An imagine about the first episode of season 7

It’s also PART 2 of this imagine

 part 1 is about the final scene of season 6 ,

(the final scene and premiere overflow in each other so both imagines are connected. You can read them separated anyway:) )

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

There you sat.
Trembling, shaking and almost crying.
Knowing that one of your friends was laying dead outside of the RV Dwight had brought you in.
You weren’t outside there because Negan seemed to think that he could use you better for something else than just working for him.
You didn’t really want to  think about what the use exactly was that he apparently saw as more fitting for you.
Negan was still looking at you smirking.  

“Boss?! One of them is trying to riot”, you heard one guy say who had stormed into the RV.
“Holy fuck, your friends simply don’t get it”, Negan said widely grinning before he walked outside again. 

You heard voices mixing together and something that sounded like a punch. Then your brother Daryls scream and with that, your body turned into a mess of pain and feelings.
“I think it’s time for you to watch the show”, you heard Dwight say laughing as he grabbed your arm and dragged you with him outside. 

Before you saw anything else you saw the huge blood pile.
Your heart seemed to stop as you saw Abrahams headless body laying on the ground.
You felt like you had to throw up.
You felt the pain overwhelming your body.
He had crushed his whole head.
His whole damn head.
What the fuck was wrong with this man.
You didn’t want to realize that Abraham was dead, that just couldn’t be true. Your brothers next scream lead your glance to him as it caught him struggling while two men dragged him to the ground.
He was the one who had punched Negan
Of course.
That’s the way Daryl was.

You were trembling, your heart pounded relentlessly against your chest and your head pounded as Negan’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts.
He wouldn’t kill Daryl, would he?
“Please don’t hurt him”, you whimpered as you felt the first hot tears stream down your face.
Negan hadn’t heard your silent cracking and whimpering voice.
He was too busy explaining that you had just fucked up. 
“The first one was free…as I said I will shut that shit down…no exception…“, he said grinning as he swung his bat again. 

The next thing you felt was a pain that tore you up inside.
Your heart cramped, the urge to gag got stronger and you had the feeling that you couldn’t breathe even though you did so.
But you didn’t just breathe you sobbed uncontrollably while your whole body cramped and your knees felt more weak than ever. 

The bat crushed once more on Glenn’s head. 
As watery eyes caught Maggie the pain that was filling you up just got worse.
She sobbed, whimpered, trembled as she saw Glenns destroyed face.
No, Glenn didn’t deserve to die, he couldn’t die.
He just couldn’t.
You heard yourself whimper the word “No” again and again seeing that one of your closest friends was trying to speak to his pregnant wife while the blood streamed over what was once his face. 
“Maggie, I-I’ll find you.”
That were the last words of Glenn before the bat hit him once again and all you saw was the bawling Maggie and Glenn’s lifeless body hitting the ground. 
Negan’s booming laughter sounded through the crisp air as his bat hit Glenn’s head over and over again. 
If Dwight wouldn’t have hold you forcefully up, your weak legs would have giving in and your body would have hit the ground as harshly as Glenn’s.

That all had to be a nightmare and you would wake up in a few minutes, going outside and see Abraham provoking Eugene playfully as he always did and Glenn arm in arm with Maggie while they were talking about the baby’s name.

But you didn’t.
You didn’t wake up. 
That was the reality.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. That was the fucking deal, it was only fair”, you heard Negan chuckling say as he turned around and walked over to you.
He took you out of Dwights grib, placed his arm around your waist so you couldn’t fall and pushed you as close as possible against his body.
“She’s mine now. You all are, but damn, she’s on a fucking special way mine”, he said smirking over to Rick and your brother.
You wanted to say something but you couldn’t.
You were still gasping for air and tear by tear kept rolling down your face.
He pushed you closer, cupped your face with one hand, brought it close to his and pressed his forehead against yours, chuckling and staring into your eyes while licking over his bottom lip.
“Damn…”, he whispered with a husky undertone before he let go of your face and looked chuckling over to Rick.
“What Rick? Was the joke that bad?”, Negan asked as a chuckle let his chest rumble.
“Get her in the car there. I think I need to talk to Rick once again”, said Negan handing you over to Dwight.
Dwight pulled you over to one of the cars that stood next to the RV and urged you to sit down before closing the door. 

Your thoughts overwhelmed you again.
As you saw Negan pulling Rick over to the RV and driving away, your heart beated faster and faster.
For the next time, you didn’t know if it were minutes or hours, you looked paralyzed at the front seat of the big SUV you sat in.
Quietly whimpering and your body back and forth teetering your thoughts terrorized you.
The pictures of Abrahams and Glenns bodies just wouldn’t disappear.
You saw the moment Glenn’s life ended again and again in front of your eyes and with every time you saw it you trembled more.
You couldn’t understand how someone could be this way.
How someone could kill somebody this way and feel joy while doing so.
You wanted to be outside of this car.
They were your family and you all were supposed to be together right now.
You were supposed to be with them and not sit separated from them in this fucking car.
But you did and could do totally nothing against it.

You stayed paralyzed until you saw the RV rushing on the glade again.
You turned around and tried to look out of the window.
You saw blurred through your eyes that were still watery but you saw enough to see what happened out there.
Negan yelled at Rick still having his grin on his lips while he urged him to cut off Carl’s arm, if not, he would shoot everybody down.
That was too much for you, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your head was pounding and you just wanted it to stop.
If he would kill them all you would have nothing left.
You didn’t even want to imagine it, but urging Rick to cut off his sons arm was just insane. 

As Rick raised his arm with his ax in his hand Negan stopped him and so did your breath.
You held it as you saw how destroyed he was.
How insecure he was.
How helpless and desperate he was.
And that scared the hell out of you.

That was exactly what Negan wanted, he wanted to get the full might over people. Bringing them to that point where they were forced to do everything he wanted and only he could decide if you’d stop or not. 
He wanted to break people.
But you wouldn’t let him break you.
That was all what you knew in this moment.

You saw how they dragged Daryl into another car and all you hoped for was that nothing would happen to him. Who knew what they’d do to him after what he did to Negan.

You’ve always tried to not cry or show that you were really hurt in front of people you didn’t know well.
You only showed your whole sorrow or pain to the people you really trusted. Especially in a world like this you wanted to protect yourself and your feelings. But today, today everything was different.
You didn’t care if these people saw you crying and sobbing.
You just didn’t care.
All you cared about was that you lost two friends, two parts of your family and that one of them was going to be a father and that he would never see his child grow up. 

With a stud the door on the other side opened and your glance caught Negan who sat down and looked with a wolfish glance in his eyes at you.
“Shit we’re gonna have so much fun”, he said smirking as your glare that was actually filled with way more pain than hate hit him before turned to the window while you heard him chuckle.
“I like you”, he said while you heard his smirk through his words.
“What are you gonna do with my brother”, you asked after a few moments cautiously. 
“Don’t worry, He’s a fucking better use to me when he’s alive”, said Negan chuckling as he leaned against the backrest and looked over to you.
You nodded slightly but still worrying about how they’d treat your brother.
All you wanted was that he was save, even when safety was the most impossible thing right now.

You turned more away from him as you gasped slightly for air, feeling how your eyes filled with tears again as your thoughts forced you to think about Glenn and Abraham, knowing that nothing’s ever gonna be the same again
“Still crying over the Redhead and the asian guy?”, he asked grinning as he bit his lip.
“You probably don’t give a fuck but their names were Abraham and Glenn and that woman you called shitty looking,…she’s his pregnant wife…you may not understand anymore what it’s like to grieve and to feel shit, but I do”, you hissed before your voice cracked.
The words just blurted out of your mouth, even if you were scared as hell.
You had to say this.
You had to say this for Abraham and Glenn.
All you heard was Negans chuckle.
“Who turned you into this damn monster?”, you asked whispering with a trembling voice after you swallowed the lump in your throat, as you looked into his eyes.
“I’m not a fucking monster Sweetheart. That’s just the way the fucking world works now”, he smirked at you and placed his hand on your knee and brought you closer to him.
You jolted as you felt his touch and he began to smirk brighter.
“Not easy to get, huh?”, he asked smirking, as he laid one arm around you, with his hand resting on your waist  so you were forced to lean against him. “
Oh boy, we’re gettin’ cozy in here!”, he called out chuckling as your heart pumped against your chest and you breathed heavily but quietly in fear and disgust.
Negan seemed to notice that and pushed you even closer against him while he chuckled amused.
“Just wait Sweetheart…just wait.”

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Late Night Cuddling (Fred Weasley Requested)

Request: Can I just have a really fluffy imagine with Fred? Where we’re just kinda cuddling and it’s winter. It’s snowing/raining (take your pick heh).

Snow piled up; stacks upon stacks, growing to be mountain high in the London sky. The light snow flakes soared freely in the wind, twisting and twirling about with not a single care but that was until they lost all their energy and sunk mercifully to the damp ground.
The Burrow remained silent as a mouse except in one room. Lying lazily in the twin sized bed were two giggling fools. Fred chuckled, digging his head further into the crook of his girlfriend, (y/n)’s neck, placing a trail of delicate kisses downwards with a few small lovebites thrown in here and there. (y/n) squirmed restlessly, shoving the ginger to the far side of the bed but failing and giving up by leaving only an inch or two between them. Diverting her focus back to the longing thought of getting some sleep. An arm snaking around her waist caused (y/n) to groan and shove him away once more.
“Freddie I’m trying to get a bit of shut eye! Now quit it!” Laughter erupted through her words making them seem anything but convincing.
“Nope… you’re too much fun to mess with. I guess I’ll just have to keep you up all night.” The rift rat sewn curtains in the twins room had been drawn shut roughly an hour before the couple retreated upstairs. (y/n) had wanted to watch the blizzard as it morphed into one of the worst recorded storms in history. No one was allowed to go outside due to the below 30 weather and the roughly measured 5 feet of snow that had fallen over the last 8 hours. Molly had brewed tea, blistering coffee and hot coca earlier that evening. While most of the kids decided to leave for their room, the twins and (y/n) stayed down in the living room chatting away. George desperate for sleep, passed out on the comfy sofa in the family room so the two lovebirds took their opportunity and most likely only chance they’d have all break to spend some alone time with one another, and sprinted up the staircases soundlessly for a long awaited cuddle session.
“No! I’m really tired Fred and besides George will probably wake up soon.” The bed squeaked as Fred shifted so his body was snug against (y/n)’s.
“Ah who cares about old Georgie! We aren’t doing him any harm so why would he care?” Fred was right and she knew that. The wind howled on outside the windows letting out an ear screeching ripple as it passed by. All they had to be sure of was that (y/n) was back in Ginny’s room before morning. Not that it mattered much anyways. Ginny wouldn’t say anything to Molly if (y/n) wasn’t there. Ginny liked (y/n) and would risk almost anything to protect her, just as (y/n) would for her.
“I suppose you’re right but keep it down or else we’ll have to talk to a not very pleasant Molly.” Fred lost himself in a fit of laughter at her words. Molly adored them as a couple but wouldn’t take too kindly to the exact situation they were in without her knowing. (y/n) clasped her hand over his mouth trying to fight her own giggles from escaping. Fred hushed down and kept his arms locked around (y/n)’s body finally starting to drift asleep. (y/n) could feel her mind squeezing in and out of reality but a faint voice woke her up in a good way.
“Your beautiful… y’know that? (y/n) I can truthfully say you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love you.” It was times like these, (y/n) was glad for darkness or else Fred would go into another topic of the tomato like color covering her cheeks. Fred told her everyday how he felt for her and everyday it make her glow and her insides become fuzzy. Lacing her fingers together with Fred’s she gently kissed his cheek,
“Thank you Freddie. I love you too.” He smirked lightly pulling her down and giving himself access to her bare lips. Pressing his lips onto her soft plump ones, Fred smiled. Pulling away his head fell back to the plush pillow but his grip remained on (y/n) as her hands found their way to his side. “Damn, how did I get so lucky?” His voice was absent like a man talking gibberish alone. Though (y/n) heard him and punched his ribs jokingly.
“I think it’s the other way around, darling.” She spoke closing her eyes for the last time determined to sleep. Just as her brain shut down a voice stopped her,
“Think whatever you want, love. But just know that I’m the one who got lucky, you’ve always had my heart.”

- Daizy 💗

Switching it Up (ReaderxSam)

Request: Okay, well I’m new to this so.. I’m pretty sure this is where you put your requests in right?? I would like to have it where the reader hangs out with Cas and Dean a lot and they’re like brothers to her but she secretly likes Sam. She’s too scared to talk to him and is always nervous around him, but one day she sees him flirting with someone and Cas accidentally spills the secret and the reader is embarrassed and runs away but leads to her and Sam having smut?? Wow I’m blabbering, sorry itsjustafandom

Warning(s): fluff, smut, shy reader

Words: 2341

Note: This was really sweet and idk <3

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anonymous asked:

hi leslie, it's me again. will calum finally know the reason why y/n has been ignoring him in part 2? i just want my bestfriend to know that when she forgot my birthday, it made me sad for days and it made me curl up and just really really sad :-( anyway, i really thank you and i hope you have a wonderful day x

I hope I did this justice, babe. I love you!



It had been a week since you’d sent the message.

And you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Calum hadn’t called, he hadn’t texted; and though that’s what you’d asked him for, it hurt. What hurt more, though, was that you’d done this to yourself. You had known he’d respect your wishes; he always had.

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