though it clearly makes you want to bash your head in

Staring is Rude (Jaehyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) WAZZZZZUPPPP GUYS! Your gal is back at it again with that smutty smut and with her ultimate bias too! That’s right, more yummy Jaehyun for everyone, and this time it’s a college AU. Hope you like this one, I really had a blast writing it!

P.S. ISN’T THIS THE PERFECT GIF FOR THIS STORY??? WHEN U FINISH READING TELL ME IT’S NOT LIKE???

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

It all started at the end of the first semester of your sophomore year in college. The glances that were snuck from the corner of the eye, watching from your peripheral vision each other’s movements, the strategic sitting for the best view. It was innocent at first, just simply checking one another out due to curiosity. You barely knew him at all; knew that his name was Jung Jaehyun and he was a first semester junior majoring in music and fine arts with many obnoxiously talented friends. 

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The Labyrinth Chapter 35

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.6k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Go With It

You show Namjoon your dominant side.

pairing: Namjoon x Reader
genre: smut, sub!Namjoon
wordcount: 6.1k
inspiration 

warnings: breathplay, sub!Namjoon, dom!y/n, edging, just general filth :-)



You had lost count of how many times people described you as the ‘sweet girl next door.’ 

People associated you with sweetness, with lightness, with shades of buttery soft pink. To friends, family, and acquaintances, you were the quietly-spoken girl who couldn’t hurt a fly. 

Little did they know.

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Power Cut V

Originally posted by kookiegyeom

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4


The following days were tenser than you ever witnessed in Yoongi’s company. You would not forget that night when you got home from Jisoo’s place. You would not forget your hybrid’s weird behavior as you had found yourself against the wall, him pressed against you, a cold smirk plastered on his lips with your heart pounding against your chest. How would you forget how enthralled you were by his piercing glance? You would not forget the sweet smell of his body wash and how he eagerly nipped at the skin of your neck.

“Damn…”

You smashed one fork against the sink, your thoughts racing through your mind, your lips quivering slightly. Throat constricting, you cursed under your breath, remembering how much your body wanted to be tamed by your own hybrid. However, reason took over desire. Reason noticed Yoongi’s weird behavior even if you deep down always dreamed of becoming his. He had sounded so angry, so possessive this night as if he wanted to tame you right there. It felt negative although one side of you secretly rooted for it, for him to take you while being on heat.

Fuck it. Why it had to be like this?

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girl from sev' elev' -- michael x reader

omg OK here this finally is i’m on mobile & therefore do not know how to normally do these intros lmao so bear with me

summary: locking urself in the bathroom to hide from a Gross Fuckboi seemed dreadful………until u locked yourself in there with someone else

warnings: swears! no proof reading ! weed , alcohol , Sinful teens !!! Michael being super out of character!!!! y'all know i’m bad @ this 


You remembered that the moment he walked in, you knew you recognized him. School, probably? You couldn’t imagine where else. You might have had a class with him freshman year, but you weren’t sure. It was your first day of your junior year and your boss had somehow scheduled you for a morning shift again. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and quietly watched as the boy bopped about the 7/11 aisles, clearly awake and happy despite the early morning.

He set his cherry slushie on the counter, pulling his headphones down to his neck as he looked up at you – his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses when he saw you.

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Title: meant to be something
Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined apartments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Something More
Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there)
A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??

ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH. 


“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.

“…I live here.”

Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes snapping wide open. “What, really?” she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”

“Four days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”

A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that. “Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I wanted to know your opinion on this: do you think Bum only likes Sangwoo when he's bad? I mean, in all the past chapters where, clearly, Sangwoo is been bad, Bum would always want him and love him... In this chapter though, he rejects him.. Why? You think it's because he relised how bad Sangwoo actually is? Or you think Bum thinks that Sangwoo is only faking his interest in him? I'm very curious about this! ^^

I think this is a very good observation. Yes, it would appear like Bum is more willing to show affection when Sangwoo is being bad (aka. being himself). But this is not because Bum prefers Sangwoo when he is on his bad side, it is for reasons more complex.

To understand why Bum displays affection in more emotionally heated situations, we must first understand Bum’s idea of love and how it has changed overtime. 



It is all the way back in the first chapter that we are given our first hint that the idea of love is terribly skewed in Bum’s mind. Since he doesn’t quite understand it (presumably because of mental illness and past abuse) it does him more harm than good in most situations. A lot of times he uses it to justify things that aren’t justifiable (including his initial obsession with Sangwoo). 

Hence his famous phrase “Because of love.”


This was all before Bum truly met Sangwoo, so he wasn’t off to a good start to begin with. Then when Sangwoo and Bum finally met, this idea of love instantly turned into something much different. Love was no longer a choice, it was a means of survival. Bum’s first display of affection was the very thing that saved his life that day Sangwoo was about to bash his head in with a baseball bat. Ever since then, Bum has been using affection to save himself when Sangwoo lashes out. 



So naturally, the only time Bum really has the courage to act intimate with Sangwoo is in times were it is truly needed. This is why it looks like he only wants to love him when he’s on his bad side. Plus, there is really no reason to be affectionate when Sangwoo isn’t lashing out. Bum isn’t an idiot, he knows that Sangwoo would not return his advances unless it was on his own terms. Because like Bum, Sangwoo also uses intimacy as a means to gain control. And let’s not forget that they aren’t at all equals, so Bum making the first move in anything is primarily sparked by desperation.

So with all of this taken into consideration, in Chapter 27 there is no longer a reason for Bum to be intimate. Intimacy is for survival, and what did Bum just try to do? Kill himself. Although not successful, the intention was still there. He might not necessarily want to die at that moment, but at the very least he is overcome with the pain of living.

Just look at how distant he was in this chapter.

He is both physically and mentally exhausted. There is no longer a compulsion to pretend or falsely dull the pain. He has just been through emotional hell and frankly just doesn’t feel like being physically close to the person that is primarily responsible for it. His rejection of sex is for the same reason why any sane person wouldn’t be willing to fool around after such a traumatic event.

In my opinion, Bum doesn’t love Sangwoo the same way he did before, if he even loves him at all at this point. Notice that we haven’t seen any return of true affection from Bum since Chapter 5. And as of Chapter 15, Bum is no longer able to truthfully tell Sangwoo he loves him. Yes, he is still emotionally tied to him and a slave to his every whim, but any sincere affection for him has been slowly scraped away by Sangwoo proving that he cannot be just a normal lover, but rather a captor and a manipulator.

Do I think that this will prevent Bum from loving Sangwoo again…?

Of course not. Bum is a highly unpredictable character and has the tendency to overlook some pretty significant assaults from Sangwoo. So inevitably the room for prediction ends there. But it seems that Sangwoo will have to do a lot to make him feel even remotely comfortable again, that is if he chooses to put forth the effort after Bum’s rejection.

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Sangwoo and Bum have been together for almost a year now, and Bum has been out of the basement for a good portion of that time. Being in such close confines with one another, they are bound to have a better idea of each other’s mindset by now. Back in chapter 24 at the arcade, Bum was able to quickly spot Sangwoo’s anger even though no detectable trace of emotion was visible in his expression.

This is all to say, Bum understands Sangwoo more than he puts forth. So there is an overwhelming chance that he knew all of Sangwoo’s affection and concern was for an alternate gain, obviously on the behalf of Sangwoo alone. Although he might not understand what this reason is yet exactly, he is smart enough to know that the emotions that Sangwoo exhibited are foreign to him in any genuine form.

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Private Dancer NSFW +18

Private Dancer

Summary: After a long hard mission it’s always nice to come home to a little teasing and maybe something more.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Reader, Marie Hill

Setting: Future

Rating: M for mature audience no one under 18 please. NSFW

Warnings: smut (wrap it if ya gonna tap it people), NSFW, PWP, daddy kink, slight Dom!Steve, language, mentions of being hurt,

Word count: 5,202

Notes: Written for @emilyevanston #kate’s cards against humanity challenge, I chose Making a pouty face. Also this is the first time I’m writing Steve smut so I’m very sorry if it’s utter crap. Happy reading.

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Marvel: @sebbytrash @ek823 @creideamhgradochas @marvelfanfichq @melconnor2007

 

“Any word on when Steve’s coming home?” You asked for what felt like to Maria the thousandth time but really just the tenth.

Rolling her eyes she knew you’re worried that Steve missed his last check in. Not that it meant anything but it could’ve and nothing good either.

“No Y/N there’s not,” sighing while raking a hand through her shoulder length brown hair. “I know your anxious for news but pacing my office isn’t going to help much but wear a hole in the carpet.”

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baby boy (m)

Title: baby boy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Status: Complete


Originally posted by jjks

Part I: 

You enter the café, the bottom of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden flooring, as you spot him in a booth near the back. It’s quite late at night, and the weather only seems to be getting worse. Deep down, you know you should have just ignored his text and gone to sleep. First, because you have work in the morning. Second, because  you’re no longer an intern at BigHit and you therefore have no reason to be in the same vicinity as Jeon Jungkook. But you never were good at turning him away.

Not then and certainly not now.

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Hey y’all! So this is the first post of what I’m calling my Studyblr University Orientation Week. For the next week I’ll be making a post a day filled with all sorts of university advice, similar to what you may get from your university’s orientation week but minus all of the glam and attempts to impress you with how amazing your new school is. The subjects will range from what to expect out of dorm life, to how to cope with mental illness, to how to deal with your first day of class. 

This first post is partially inspired by a post that @academicsapphic made about a month or so ago called “Things I Would Tell My Freshman Self.” 

So to all you little university freshmen, here’s some things to expect from your first year or so of university (based on my own experiences as a History major) 

  • The debate over written vs typed notes will be overdone and drive you up a wall. Different things work for different people in different majors or in different courses. You will get tired of people telling you that you are taking notes wrong and will want to break your laptop over their head or shove your notebook down their throat. You won’t though. Good job. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely hate. It could be because of a terrible professor or boring material or annoying classmates, whatever: you hate this class. You never want to go to it and you suffer through your coursework for it. Depending on how bitter and petty you are, you will either do the minimal amount of work required and just pass the course, or you will work crazy hard and get a 90% just to spite them all. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely adore. It could be that the professor so clearly loves the material that it makes you love it or it could be that it’s an elective that you weren’t expecting to love this much. You will find the work easy and interesting and be able to get it done on time without a problem. 

  • You will stay up until 3 in the morning working on a research paper in tears, hating it, your professor, yourself, anyone that comes to mind. You will be running solely on panic and will be anxiously chugging water and shoving junk food in your mouth just to stay awake. 

  • The library will send someone to talk to your class about research for your papers. They’ve sent the same guy to every single one of your other classes. You’ve seen him fifteen times in the past year and he’s said the same thing every single time. You still don’t know how to do good research. 

  • You will get sick and miss two weeks of class because you feel like you’re dying. Catching up on work will be hell and you will question why you’re doing this. 

  • You will miss class because of period cramps. You’ll think to yourself that it’s a stupid reason to miss class; your friends all push through and go. It’s not a stupid reason. Some people have worse cramps than others. 

  • You will miss class for an actually stupid reason. You’ll know that it’s a stupid reason while you do it. Keep these to a minimum. 

  • You will begin to notice that some people don’t care about class but still show up. They typically sit in the back and talk all class. You will wonder why they bother to show up if they’re not going to pay attention. Ignore them. They will disappear after first year (mostly). 

  • You will hate everyone who sits in a left-handed desk with a laptop. 

  • You will get way too into a television show/book/movie series/podcast/etc during finals. 

  • You will be excluded. You will feel like you don’t belong and like you’re all alone here miles and miles away from home. 

  • You will be included. You will feel like you’ve come home and found a second family even if you have to be separated from your first one. 

  • You will hate the science students who take arts courses because they have to but spend the entire semester bashing on how stupid the professor is and how useless the course is. You will want to turn around and yell at them. You won’t. 

  • You will love the science students who take arts courses and take it seriously. You will love them even more when they think you’re a genius because you understand the course and they don’t. 

  • You will be the arts student in a science course and remember why you did not take science. It’s the math. Maybe that’s why the science students are so cocky: they have conquered the great evil and know how powerful they truly are. 

  • You will have friends from all sorts of different majors and be amazed by how smart they all are. They are all doing things that you could never do. You will not know this, but they are thinking the same thing about you. 

  • You will learn that different people really do have trouble with different things and it wasn’t just that you were stupid in high school. The zoology major that you thought was so smart for knowing how to balance an equation will ask you for help with their essay and you will find out that they’re struggling solely because they didn’t do any research before beginning. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely love and adore but the rest of the class hates. You will wonder why the entire semester, only to find out afterwards that it was because they were too stupid to listen to what she was saying. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely hate but that everyone else adores. You will never understand it. 

  • You will wonder if the boys notice that they only ever hate the female professors. 

  • You will have a TA that is the bane of your existence and who will take off marks from you for no reason other than that he didn’t like you. You will think about how much you dislike him often. 

  • You will have a TA that puts all other TAs to shame. You will miss them after the semester’s over and you’re stuck with the TA from hell. 

  • You will learn that the Freshman Fifteen is real and it will happen to you and that’s okay. Eating healthy is good, and your body will thank you when you put an apple into it after eating nothing but fries for two days, but it’s also okay to go and grab chicken fingers from the dining hall at ten at night because you’re stressed about your paper that’s due tomorrow. 

  • You will meet amazing people from all different walks of life and learn more about yourself and the world than you could ever believe possible. 

  • You will think that you are the stupidest person in the world. You will think that there is no way that you can do this, that you should just quit and go home now. 

  • You will think that you are the smartest person in the world. You will look at a mark that you worked hard for and think that of course you can do this, you were silly for ever doubting yourself. 

  • You will fail a course. It’s okay. Buy a bunch of junk food, cry and feel sorry for yourself for a bit. But then it’s time to keep going because 

  • You will do this. I believe in you. 
Comatose-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

The days had flown by in a haze of color. Days filled with sparring and forced laughter, with trying to be the person you once were. You had forced yourself to feel, to smile, to laugh, and you were slowly making progress. Lately, it had been less about forcing and more about living. You could surprise yourself by laughing without having to think that maybe you should first. The numbness was still there, but it was less. The wall was weaker. Day by day you had gotten better, closer to who you once had been.

Ultimately, you felt ready to go on missions again, which had brought you to your current predicament.

Grabbing your assailant by the hair, you bash his head into the wall twice before dropping him to the floor. Daintily stepping over him, you make your way into the room containing the servers. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but, as usual, you had encountered more resistance than you thought there would be. Inserting the flash drive into the USB port, you start the download, while straining your senses for any movement outside. Which is why it takes you a minute to notice the intel that is flashing across the screen, currently being downloaded.

You suck in a sharp breath as you  backtrack through the files. What the hell? Panic mounting, you scan the information as quickly as you can. Your movements are jerky as you detach the flash drive, and make your way back to the jet as quickly as you can. A few stragglers get in your way but are dispatched with a flurry of movement or a flick of power.

Stepping onto the jet, you nod at Logan when he asks if you got what you came for. Plopping down in the seat opposite him, you let out a long defeated sigh.

“You alright kiddo?” he  asks worriedly.

Raising your gaze to his, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. “No. We have a problem. We need to get back ASAP.” Urgency bleeds into your tone. Logan studies you intently for a moment before nodding once and turning his attention back to flying the jet.

Thirty minutes later, you hurry through the mansion, desperately needing to get to Charles. You spot him speaking with Storm and send out a mental call. He pauses briefly, nods minutely, and excuses himself from Storm. You trail behind him, fear for the people you love setting off every nerve in your body, making you jumpy.

“We have a problem,” you say, once the doors to his office have closed behind you. As you plonk your butt into a chair, the exhaustion you feel is palpable, worming its way into your mind. “I found a classified op outlining an attack on the Mansion, Charles.They intend to kidnap me and morph my power into something dark. They want another phoenix.”

He stares at you for a full ten seconds. “Who does?” he finally asks.

“Hydra. They want to use me to take out the Avengers. They have plans to launch an assault on the compound and recapture the Winter Soldier.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you forge on. “They want to use us against each other, Charles. They want to use me against James.” Breath hitching in your throat, you try your best to quell the tide of tears threatening to stem over. Not now, you think. You’ve been so numb for so long, you don’t need the return of these feelings now. Not now when feeling nothing makes things easier. If you let the fear in, let the emotions return now, you will break. And if you break… will you ever be able to patch yourself back together?

“We must warn them,” Charles replies. “And we must get you to safety.”

“I am not sitting idly by while the people I love are in danger, Charles!” you snap. You need to do something, be in the action, or you’ll go crazy. If you’re too still, you’ll feel and lose what little control you’ve gained these last weeks.

“What do you propose we do, (y/n)?” he inquires.

Steeling yourself for your next words, you breathe deeply before you reply, “I need to go back. I have to help.” He makes to protest but you hold up your hand. “I have to do this, Charlie.”

Though he sighs, Charles nods able to understand your needs, perhaps even better than you can with how he’s been in your head lately chip, chip, chipping away at your walls.. Placing his fingers against his temple he sends out a call for Logan.

The silence stretches between you while you await Logan’s arrival, each deeply absorbed in your own thoughts. You hear the tell-tale shuffle of Logan outside the door, and a small smile plays on your lips. He throws open the door without knocking, cigar dangling from his lips, hair in disarray, and grease stains covering him from the waist up.There isn’t an inch of skin on his forearms which isn’t covered in some kind of black stain, and his once white wife-beater is now a murky, sweat stained grey with patches of black where he’d clearly wiped his hands.

You quirk a brow at him, lips twitching, and playfully quip, “No time for a shower?”  

He cocks a brow and chews on the end of his cigar, the look on his face the one that calls you smartass without needing to voice the word. “Trying to get me outta my clothes already, sweetheart?” he shoots back, a smirk spreading around the mangled cigar. You roll your eyes but Charles clears his throat meaningfully before you get a chance to fire back.

“I have an errand for you and (Y/n),” he says, putting an end to your bickering. The spoilsport.

Logan groans knowing instinctively he’s not going to like whatever this errand will be. Finally removing the cigar from his lips, he mutters, “Ah hell.”

Twenty minutes, and one awkward phonecall to Tony later, you head for your shower as Logan heads for his. Stripping off your soiled combat suit, you step under the spray, allowing the hot water to massage some of the tension out of your tight shoulders. You know that going back to the compound will open wounds not yet healed, hurts not yet dealt with, but you had little choice in the matter.

Staying at the mansion would put the children and your family in danger. Sure they were special children, but they were nowhere near ready to be X-men, and Charles could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean you would let him if leaving made that choice unnecessary. You had to leave, and you had to warn The Avengers. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you had little choice in the matter. Still, if you spent an extra ten minutes hiding out in your shower, not yet ready to face what was coming, who was going to call you on it?

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel you make your way into your bedroom. Logan is leaning against the opposite wall, your bags packed at his feet. You wonder if he even washed the grease off, or if it was just hidden under the long sleeved plaid shirt for no one that dirty could get ready that fast without cutting a few corners.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” you inform him. He grunts his understanding, a very Logan thing to do. It helps you feel the tiniest bit better. Like this is all normal and you can get through what comes next. “Thank you for packing for me.”

He arches a brow in your direction. “Are you gonna be alright, kid?” he asks hesitantly. “I don’t know if going back there is the best decision for ya.”

Sighing, you step behind a screen to change. “What choice do I have, Logan? Should I let them burn? Become what everyone is afraid I will become?” Zipping up the fly of you jeans you reach for the bra hanging over the top of the screen. “I will not stay out of this fight. I will protect the people I care for. No matter the cost.” Pulling a shirt over your head, you step out from behind the screen.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Your eyes dart to Logan and immediately lock with his. They’re hard, hot with the anger in them. But you can see the fear living there, the desperation hidden behind layers of gruffness and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude which isn’t fooling anyone. The guy’s got a marshmallow center, soft and gooey, and he’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll be called on to do the unthinkable a second time.

A flash of memory flits through your mind, but instead of Jean standing before him, his claws through her body, it’s you standing on that hill. You shake your head to clear the image. There’s only one problem with his fear. Those claws of his, while painful, can’t kill you.

Nodding slowly, you walk across the room, reminded with every step just what a predator he can be as he straightens up to loom large, seeming to suck the air from the room with his determined scowl. Reaching for his hand, you pass a feather light caress over his knuckles. Over the claws which have taken more lives than either of you care to count. He curls his hand into a fist, pulling it away. A warning growl rises in his chest. An argument is brewing, one you stop by placing your finger against his lips.

When his silence is guaranteed, you shift your fingers to the stubble of his cheek. Coarse hair, rough beneath your fingertips, leads up into his sideburns. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, you feel him relax under the soft touch, a wild thing tamed for the moment and willing to listen. “Logan. I’m not Jean. I won’t fail in this. I’m not her. You’re not going to have to make that sacrifice. Not again.”

His eyes search yours, holding you there, looking deep for something that you can’t define. When his piercing gaze darkens, the hard eyes filling with an emotion that isn’t fear or anger, but another that you aren’t sure you wish to name, you freeze before the suddenly hunting Wolverine. It shocks you further when his hand closes around the nape of your neck. The other bands across your back, and he jerks you to him. His mouth is on yours, hot, hard, demanding. Searing through you. Kissing you with an intensity long forgotten. When he lifts his head, you inhale hard, your lungs desperate for air. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you stare up at him in shock and can only think, Fuck…

Logan smirks a wide grin and runs his hand through your hair. “Alright, let’s get moving,” he says, grabbing up your bags and striding purposefully from the room with a nonchalance you envy, as if he hadn’t just kissed you breathless.

He leaves you standing alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Color me happy

Originally posted by accio-fan-fiction

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Maximoff)reader
Genres: insecurity, mild angst, super fluff
Words: 1.710
Summary: You feel insecure and useless because of your lack of special abilities. Bucky notices it and comforts you - requested by Anonymous

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Blind Devotion

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s afraid that Bucky’s going to leave her, but he loves her too damn much.

Word Count: 5.2k+

Warnings: a boatload of angst, a boatload of fluff, language, and some vague smut and mentions of sexy times idk just read it, it’s a lot. it’s also unedited because i’m a lazy shit

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

It had been seven years since Bucky’s name had been cleared since the events in Vienna and getting pardoned by the US government. It’s been seven years that he’s been home and he’s been so incredibly happy. It’s also been four years since we’ve been married and retired from our hero days.

Four years of waking up to the sound of the love of my life’s snores. Four years of tackling him awake with kisses and affection. Four years of our forever lives together and I couldn’t be happier. We lived in a gorgeous three bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with large glass windows covering the entire foyer on the eighth floor of our complex. Now that I’m no longer an Avenger, I use my time and knowledge at the children’s hospital as a registered nurse. I’ve always wanted to be a nurse, I even went to school for it before Doctor Helen Cho recruited me onto her Avengers task force ‘clean up’ team, which roughly translates to making sure that Earth’s Mightiest Heroes were healthy and not injured. Bucky now owns a gym with Sam and Steve and he loves it. I love how he loves it because I love him.

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You’re Gonna Love It

Originally posted by myoongim


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your attempts at studying surprise you with a new distraction that you can’t help but love

Word Count: 2,005

By: Admin Tokki

The end of the semester was coming all too fast in your opinion. Projects were starting to pile up and the time you had to complete them was running shorter and shorter. You sat at your desk, pencil tapping, feet swinging and papers blank while your roommate was going on about her coworkers at the university shop.

“So then I asked him if he wanted go commit murder with me next -.”

“What did you just say?” you asked, head whipping around to face her.

She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. “I knew you weren’t paying attention. I think you may need to get out of the dorms if you want to focus on your projects.“ 

In any other case this would sound like she’s banning you from the room, but she knew you too well. It was just impossible for you to focus on your work when there was so much around you in your dorm to offset your attention from where you really needed it. It seemed like the only things you wanted to do at the moment were anything, with the exception of school work.

 "Where would I even go if I wanted to get this crap done? The library is always crowded at this time of the semester and the boys are always watching T.V in the lounge,” you counter with a sigh. 

You watched as Y/F seemed to ponder for a second, clearly struggling as much as you were to find an alternative to the convenient places located on campus.

“Well there is that new café that just opened at the old town center. I heard it’s nice and relaxing. Maybe that’s just what you need, ya know, plug in some music, block out everything else, the smell of coffee filling the place,” she said, inhaling as if she could actually smell it. What a coffee-holic you thought to yourself as you contemplated the idea. You weren’t the biggest fan of coffee, but at this point you were desperate to find a quiet area where you could get everything done before it really turned into a problem.

“I guess I’m headed to the café then. No harm in trying, right?”


The café was not what you expected, not even in the slightest. Judging by the modern style of the surrounding shops and restaurants, you were perplexed upon spotting the entrance. It wasn’t all that hard to find, seeing as how the accumulation of flowers and some chairs and tables made the previously vacant space stick out like a sore thumb. As you entered the establishment you were greeted with what Y/F might describe as a smell that transcended all other coffee. Although there were many vacant seats open by the front windows, you made your way towards the back area where there were booths next to several shelves of books. As you settled down and began to unpack your laptop and notes, you decided that the ambiance of this place might just be exactly what you needed.

As you began to work on one of your assignments, the feeling of being watched has you pausing to scan your surrounding a bit more thoroughly. A couple by the far front of the shop were laughing loudly over their lunch, while a few people sat alone, much like you but seemed completely focused in what they were working on. Finally, your sight landed on a pair of brown eyes that quickly broke contact with your gaze. It was the barista, currently cleaning off a booth across the room from you. He was rather tall and lean, dark brown hair complimenting his tan complexion. He was currently facing away from you, standing with a small towel in hand, being wrung as though he were nervous about something. Before you could think too much of it, he looked over and turned to you before making his way over to you, causing you to suddenly become extremely interested in the long and daunting article laid before you.

“Um, excuse me,” a quiet voice sounded, causing you too look up. Within a second you went from moderately shy and reserved to straight up bashful as you saw the face of the barista. Looking at his face alone you might have guessed he was younger than you, but the way his black long sleeve shirt clung to his figure had you guessing he was more or less your age, probably in his first or second year of college. You were still in awe looking at his warm brown eyes when he cleared his throat before going on with what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to come off as rude, but well… sorry I’m new at working here, and as awkward as it feels to say this, you really do need to order something to stay in here,” he said quietly, quickly averting his eyes from your own as you processed what he said.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “It didn’t even cross my mind!” However, now you had a dilemma. You quickly glanced at the large chalk board hung above the counter that stood behind him, but that didn’t help your decision as much as it did complicate the situation.

“I’m not going to lie, I’m not much of a coffee person, so I’m not entirely sure what I should order,” you said slowly, leaning forward, trying to catch his gaze.

At that he looked back up at you, contemplating with pursed lips.

“Well, there are a couple of popular drinks that I could recommend,” he stated before beginning to list off a few. To be quite honest they all sounded really good, and you weren’t exactly the best at making quick decisions. Maybe it was due to the apprehension on your face or the amount of time you were contemplating that prompted him to ask, “How about, I surprise you and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for your drink?”

You studied his inquisitive gaze before resigning to the fact that actually deciding on a drink could take you eons, and gently nodded in agreement.

He gave you a big smile, that left you staring, star struck, as he turned and made his way back behind the counter quickly working on a concoction of who-knows-what.

A few minutes passed of you trying to concentrate on your work before you heard footsteps approach once again. As you looked up, a hot drink was set in front of you, carefully placed away from your papers. He had that same bunny smile stuck on his face, as he watched you expectantly. You took the cup and before taking a sip you sent him a questioning glance, as if contemplating if it was poisoned with something that would magically knock you out until after all your projects were past due.

He simply chuckled to himself before egging you on, “I promise, you’re gonna love it.”


Ever since that day that first day at the coffee shop, you couldn’t stop visiting. You told your roommate and yourself it was because of how productive the atmosphere made you. Simply studying at your desk didn’t cut it for you anymore, no matter how much you cleared your surroundings of all distractions. Your trips to the café became a regular occurrence, so much so that the barista, who you later learned to be named Jungkook, would automatically look up a crazy recipe to try and serve it to you, a smile always on his face. A couple of times when the café wasn’t too crowded he would come and join you at your now favorite booth and you two would talk about college and your interests until customers started to trickle in again. You learned that although he was in college as well, he wasn’t too sure about what he wanted to. At this point, he wanted try a little bit of everything since, as he put it so humbly, he was “good at everything, but not exceptionally great at one thing.” Occasionally you would exchange music playlists for studying, or revise material by explaining it to one another. In a way, a friendship of sorts began to bud through these study sessions.

All of this continued on until finals week came, and you found yourself too busy with the extended class periods and exam schedules. There were only two days of exams left, and you desperately needed to take a break from studying so hard, and so you retreated to your newfound haven. The walk to the café was cold and rainy, so as you closed your umbrella and entered the building, the warmth permeated you on a physical level but also brought upon instant soothing to your mind. Unfortunately, as you made your way to your booth, you realized that Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Setting your stuff down, you walked up to the counter to order your drink. The pink haired barista who was eagerly concentrated typing on his phone shot his head up to look at you before tucking his phone away and asking what he could get you. It took you a while to decide, as you realized you had never had to order for yourself here before, always being served with one of Jungkook’s ‘masterpieces’ as he liked to call them. After choosing a drink you thought might be similar to what you would normally get, you sat back down and started to read a book from the shelf behind your seat. It was one that Jungkook had pointed out and suggested as a nice read for stressful days.

Quite a while had passed and the sun had begun to go down before you heard someone rush through the door, a gust of cold air following them in. When you looked up you were met with the sight of Jungkook, mouth agape and hair a little misplaced as though he had just ran a mile or two. As his bright and searching eyes settled on you, he smiled and walked up to you.

“Hey, Y/N! I was worried I wouldn’t catch you before you left.”

“Oh, how did you know I was here?” you asked, head tilting in confusion. Jungkook’s big smile quickly shrunk as a bashful look crossed his face.

“Jimin texted me you were here, but I just got done with taking one of my exams. I’m sorry I couldn’t serve you one of my masterpieces today. It’s a real shame too since you’ll be gone for winter break.”

At the mention of your leaving campus and visits with Jungkook being put on hold, the air between the two of you went awkwardly silent for a bit. You avoided his gaze as you voiced what the both of you were thinking.

“I’m going to miss our talks… and the drinks you make me,” you mutter, ending with a small chuckle.

When you look up, Jungkook is looking at you – no. It’s as if he’s looking through you, obviously thinking hard about something, before his gaze snaps back to meet yours.

“About that, I was wondering,” he spoke, confidence trailing off with each passing word. He let his gaze fall to the ground between where the two of you stood before continuing.

“I was wondering if, perhaps, when you come back for next semester, if you would like to go out? Like… on a date… with me.”

You stood a bit shocked but not entirely surprised at his words but more by his actions. His attitude and posture seemed so meek compared to the confident and high-spirited boy you had befriended these past few weeks.

“That sounds lovely,” you said quickly, not wanting to prolong his nerves.

“Really?” he questioned smiling at you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Really,” you said beaming back at him. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

At that he flashed you a mischievous smile, before leaning in to hug you tightly as he responded, “It’s a surprise, but I know you’re gonna love it.”

A/N: AAhhhhh!!! The feels *dies*. I killed myself with feels THAT I MYSELF CREATED ( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) the betrayal sorry we haven’t posted much since the initial ones. College is currently kicking our butts and we’ve been karate chopping right back at it, however it has left us a bit behind schedule. I’ve mentioned to admin Nabi a possible challenge we may be doing during winter holidays but we’ll let you know when that is 100% for sure. I hope you guys really like this!! Sending good vibes and good luck to everyone out there trying to get their grades up as finals week is starting to close in on us! Fighting!!

-         Admin Tokki

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[Enjoy The Silence]

Embracetheapocalpysewithme Writing Challenge - One Shot  

Negan x Reader 

[Prompt: Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode]

A/N: Hey guys! So this is my piece for the lovely @embracetheapocalypsewithme writing challenge! The prompt just so happens to be one of my favorite songs haha I usually turn to music for inspiration so this was so much fun to write! I hope you guys like it! **It is mainly angsty, lol the premise is that one of Negan’s wives accidentally tells him she loves him xx 

Tags: Angst

|| Masterlist || 

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

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Those words registered clearly in his mind, sinking deep into his chest causing the low thump of his heartbeat to stop completely. He knitted his brows together, looking up at you to see the anxiety written all over your face. 

Negan always questioned how he felt about you, and he thought hearing you say those words would mean the world to him but instead everything came crashing down the moment they escaped your lips. No matter how many times he tried to push you away, nothing ever seemed to work. A magnetic pull drew him in, and he simply couldn’t break free from this spell that you seemed to have cast. The feelings you both shared were intense, and had a way of making him think that you were all he wanted, all he needed…

“I-I’m sorry…” 

“It’s fine” he abruptly cut you off. 

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Pet Names

Derek is ignoring Stiles’ texts.  Well, technically he’s reading them-he’s just not responding to them.  Even though he’s upset, Derek still can’t quite resist seeing what Stiles has to say.

His phone beeps again for the fifth time in the past minute.  “What’s wrong,” the text says.

“Tell me,” the next message reads, less than 3 seconds later.

Then, “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

Derek continues to not respond, and his phone finally goes quiet for a few blessed minutes (for the first time in an hour). He puts it on the coffee table as he sinks back against the couch and closes his eyes, trying to shut out the sadness that’s been creeping in since earlier that day.

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Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)

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Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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a love letter to brown eyes | shawn mendes

MY MASTERLIST

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,539

author’s note: bet y’all weren’t expecting this on a monday, huh? i hope this is okay, anon! I’m sorry it’s pretty much all dialogue.


Your name: submit What is this?

There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.

And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.

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Prequel: Azriel-Centric Stories Set Before ACOTAR (ch. 4)

This is a collection of interconnected short stories about Azriel’s life before any of the events of ACOTAR through ACOWAR. 

Make sure to read Chapter 1, Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4.5, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Read the follow up fic, Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same

CHAPTER 4: LENA 

Time frame: 2 years before Rhys becomes High Lord

Summary: Rhys’s father sends Azriel to a village on the outskirts of the Night Court to investigate why three children have gone missing. Azriel normally does these kinds of missions alone, but this time he has some help. 

(Note: This is a VERY important chapter concerning the overarching narrative… very… important… chapter… Enjoy!) (Also, this is SO LONG. ALMOST 10K WORDS. PREPARE YOURSELF.)

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