tired of your lies

5 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as semi non-con, burns and the slightest suggestive smut

Originally posted by shishikookie

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“I’m not waiting outside.” Taehyung commented, being unreasonable.

The two of you were shopping in the heart of Seoul, you needed more clothes and general bits and pieces if you were expected to live with him and the others at the manor house. You’d told Jin that you wanted to go shopping for skincare products and other necessities, knowing he would instantly understand and take you. Unfortunately for you Jin was with Jimin all day, meaning somebody else had to play bodyguard.

“You’re not coming in with me!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.” You explained, the two of you stood arguing outside an expensive lingerie store.

“Technically it’s not your underwear.” He protested, his large feline eyes rolling heavenward at your complaints. “You’re not going in alone.”

Yes I am.” You spat, handing him your other shopping bags as you stormed into the gorgeous floral scented shop. Suddenly a large hand grabbed onto yours, tugging you back until you crashed against something hard and unyielding. Snapping your head up you were met with the boxy smile of Taehyung, his brows wiggling animatedly as he stared down at you.

What are you doing?!” You tried to tear your hand away from his but it was useless, his grip was like that of a bear trap. You looked to his other hand, where he held five heavy shopping bags effortlessly in his giant palm, how was that even possible?

“Hi, yes-, hello.” Taehyung cooed at the slender sales assistant you hadn’t even noticed approaching you, disappointment washed over her delicate features as her eyes eventually landed on yours and Taehyung’s entwined fingers.
“My girlfriend needs some lingerie, is anybody available?”

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About the ship wars on this fandom (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫・*:.。. .。.:*・

Seriously guys, why don’t you just use your energy and love to create content to your OWN ship(s) and characters you like instead of using it to HATE and talk shit about the others??!!! Please??!! Thank you!!!??

  • White people: *blows up countries and introduces terrorism to them for oil and power*
  • White people: *start world wars taking millions of lives*
  • White people: *shoots black person for no reason*
  • White people: * killing trans and gay people for being who they are*
  • White people: *keeping free gun laws that allow young children to shoot up their schools*
  • White people: all Muslims are terrorists and will blow you up with AK 47s if you offend them lol
A Chance

Request:  tyler imagine where y/n is tyler’s best friend and she has a crush on tyler but he’s taken. two years previously, she planned to tell tyler of her crush on him but just as she was about to say it, he introduces her to his girlfriend. then its all angsty n shit

tyler joseph x reader

word count: 588

warnings: angst

read pt 2 here

          There was something about Tyler. Maybe some witch put a curse on you so you would fall in love with him because it was something you never wanted to do. You can’t believe that you thought you’d have a chance with him.

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Panicky (Pietro x Reader)

“Thanks for taking me out tonight, this was so unexpected!” You smile, excited that your boyfriend had finally decided to take you out to the new bistro house that you’d been dying to try.
“Yeah I figured it’d be a nice place to talk…” He trailed, pushing around his food with his fork.
“Talk about what?” You questioned, a nervous smile playing at your lips.
“…how’s the whole SHIELD/Avengers thing going?” He asks with a subtle eye roll.
“Great to be honest, I mean this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me & my powers, I might even get to join the avengers if the training goes well!” You beam, you were so excited about the things you had experienced in the last two months that you didn’t notice the distance and discomfort coming from the man you once loved.
“So you’re really gonna do this then?” He asked curtly.
“Why are you being so defensive? I told you I really wanted to be a part of this and it seems like you aren’t happy for me at all.” You replied.
“I guess I thought it wasn’t gonna last…” He shrugged, raising his glass to drink. The words stung coming out of his mouth. You thought he understood what this opportunity meant to you. You’d spent your whole life hiding your abilities and to finally be able to use them and feel comfortable in who you were was such a big step, how could he not understand?
“What do you mean?!” You asked bitterly.
“I figured they’d fix your powers and then we could be normal, how else would we stay together? I can’t be with a super hero chick!” He spat.
“Seriously?! ‘Normal’?! Am I some kind of freak?! How can you be so inconsiderate? You know how hard I’ve worked for this, how much it means to me!” You yelled.
“Keep it down, we’re in public! I wanted to try to do this nicely..” He said.
“So you’re breaking up with me? Fine, fuck you! I’m out of here!” You stood from the table, pushing in your chair harshly knocking over the glass of wine you had been sipping.
You walked out of the restaurant and immediately started to cry. Making your way down the New York City streets you notice a club with a sign that says ladies night $5 cocktails. Wiping your eyes you sniffle one last time before entering, figuring a few drinks will numb the pain.
“1 flaming dr pepper please.” You say as you approach the bartender. She gladly takes your money and presents you with the cocktail. You sip it before sending out a group text to the ladies of Avengers Tower.
“I’m at this place called The Tiki Lounge, Chad dumped me & it’s ladies night here, GIRLS NIGHT ASSEMBLE!” You send it to Darcy, Wanda & Natasha hoping they’ll meet you and cheer you up. The girls agree and within a half hour the four of you are laughing away in a booth, drinks in hand.
“So he dumped you for being an Avenger?!” Darcy exclaimed.
“He said, and I quote 'I can’t be with some super hero chick!’” You mocked him bitterly, downing the rest of your drink.
“Screw that guy, I’ve got half a mind to find him & open a can of super hero chick whoop ass!” Natasha glared.
“I’m glad it’s over, I’m better off without him.” You sighed.
“Cheers to that!” Wanda smiles.
You grab another drink and head out on the dance floor with the girls, turning the club into your own personal party. The four of you popped bottles and got completely wild, dancing on tables and doing body shots. In the whirlwind of booze you soon forget about your ex, thinking more about the next chapter of your life as an avenger.
“I love you ladies, I’m so happy to have you.” You grin as you slide your arms around Natasha and Wanda’s shoulders.
“Group hug! Get in here Darce!” You shout. The four of you hug as you drunkenly sway to the music.
“Maybe we should head home, I’m so drunk I can hear everyone in the bars thoughts at once.” Wanda laughs. The four of you head out of the club, Wanda pulls her phone out to call a ride as you start babbling all of your thoughts.
“You know, I was feeling bad right? Cuz in training I see Pietro and I’m like 'Daaaaaaaaamn’ cuz he’s like hot as fuck. But I was feeling bad for thinking like that cuz of Chad but now he’s gone, I think I’ll follow that old saying 'get over him by getting under someone else’ cuz you know I’m tryna get under that speedy sokovian!!!” You laugh hysterically as you hug Darcy.
“(Y/n) & Speedy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” She chants as the two of you spin in a circle. Meanwhile Wanda has Pietro on speaker phone & he’s heard this whole thing.
“Was that (y/n)?!” He wonders, voice laced with shock.
“Yes, brother- drunken mind speaks sober heart. I tell you all the time I am right but you never listen. I’m literally a mind reader! Anyway, please pick us up, we’re at The Tiki Lounge on 22nd street.” Wanda says. “I heard you (y/n)! He likes you you know?” Wanda raises a brow as she turns to you.
“Nuh uh! He’s flirty with everyone!” You state.
“But he only means it for you, I read his mind and its hearts with your name in it.” She giggles making a red heart silhouette appear before you. You chit chat for a little longer, Wanda’s revelation swirling around your mind along with the alcohol in your system. Suddenly every passing glance and inside joke between you and Pietro seems to mean more. Soon enough Pietro pulls up in the suv.
“Hello ladies, I see girls night has treated you well.” He smiles and opens the door. Darcy and Natasha climb into the back seat first, Wanda lightly pushes you toward the front passenger door, you miss and fall into Pietro’s chest.
“Shot gun!” You giggle. He laughs and spins you around, opening the front passenger door before helping you into the seat.
“Thank you speedy.” You smirk, staring up at him. He reaches across you, buckling the seatbelt.
“It is my pleasure.” He winks as the seatbelt clicks into place.
Soon you’re on the road, driving past various fast food places.
“You know what would be awesome right now?!” Darcy muses.
“McDonald’s! Can we stop pleeeeeeease?!!” Wanda finishes Darcy’s sentence.
“Fine.” Pietro huffs as he turns into the drive thru. Wanda and Darcy high five in celebration.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, go ahead with your order whenever you’re ready.” The cashier says through the speaker.
“Ooh can I have a large fry? And a coca cola!” You say. Pietro repeats your order to the cashier, going down the line he relays all of the girls orders before pulling around to pay. He hands you your drink then passes the bags back to the girls.
“Here’s your fries (y/n).” Nat says as she passes you the red box of salty potato sticks. You stuck a few in your mouth, savoring the salty goodness.
“Wanna fry?” You asked, dangling one near Pietro’s lips. He responds by taking the fry into his mouth.
“Thanks frumoasă.” He replied.
“Frumumuh what does that mean?” You ask, stuffing another fry in your mouth.
“He thinks you’re beautiful.” Wanda laughs.
“Your welcome handsome.” You giggle, patting his thigh. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, save for the sounds of burger chewing & soda slurping. Pietro side eyes you throughout the ride, glancing as you drunkenly day dream. In your head you were contemplating your situation. Even though you’d had a great night out with the girls & were spouting brave words of being over it you still couldn’t help feeling sad about the break up. The thought of being alone made you want to cry, so you closed your eyes hoping to stop the tears from flowing.
Pulling into the car park underneath the tower Pietro stopped the SUV. The girls stumbled out, heels in their hands as they started to head to the elevator. Pietro sighed as he saw the wreckage of McDonald’s bags and cups strewn across the backseat, he got out to pick up all the garbage. It was then you noticed you were crying, eyes misting like a lawn sprinkler.
“Are you coming (y/n)?” Natasha called, looking back at you.
“Too tired to move.” You lied, tugging your knees up in the seat.
“Pietro make sure she gets in ok, please?” Natasha said.
“Of course I will.” He half smiled.
After taking the trash to the bin he comes back to the passenger side door, looking through the window he sees your shoulders rocking with your sobs.
“What is the matter?” He asks, opening the door. You turn to him, eyes glazed over as little black tear tracks stain your cheeks.
“He never believed in me. He thought SHIELD would fix me and make me normal.” You spoke the realization, your ex never truly loved you, he never really accepted who you were. Pietro frowned, his heart broke seeing you like this. He scooped you up in his arms, kicking the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna be alone forever, I’m a freak.” You continued.
“No (y/n), he is going to be alone forever. You are a beautiful person with an amazing gift, you help people & he is stupid for letting you slip through his fingers.” He soothed as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You held onto him tighter as he walked to the elevator, pushing the button to the residential floor.
“You’re a good guy Pietro, handsome and sweet.” You smiled, twirling his silver locks in your fingers. He knew you were drunk and thinking out loud but he had to admit he enjoyed your touch as you played with his hair.
“Uh huh, & you are ready for bed dragoste.” He chuckled lightly. The doors opened to the hallway of the living quarters. He stepped out, carrying you toward your room.
“I mean it, speedy. You’re so sweet. and handsome. and nice.” You
Punctuated each compliment with a kiss to Pietro’s neck, for the first time in years he thought his legs would give out.
'She’s drunk, this is not real Pietro. Just get her to bed!’ He thought to himself.
“(Y/n) I do not think you want to be doing what you’re doing.” He forced the words out of his dry throat.
“Why not? You think I’m beautiful right? Fromuh-what ever.” You stumbled over his word from earlier as you looked up at him.
“You are beautiful.” He said, looking at your angelic face. Your eyes burned holes into his better judgment, incinerating it as your palm cupped his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.
“Then kiss me.” You lick your lips, grazing your teeth over your bottom lip. He couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, giving into your soft, supple lips. Your legs wrapped tighter around him giving him the leverage to hold your bottom with one hand while the other tangled into your silky (h/c) tresses. Your lips pursed open to allow the kiss to deepen, tongues moving in sync. You grind against him, wanting him so bad in this moment. He uses his speed to get to your door, pinning you against it he begins kissing your neck. You moan out before he stops, breathing hot against your neck.
“What’s wrong?” You ask as he let’s you down, feet thumping to the floor.
“We cannot do this, not in this way.” He sighs.
“But I want you,” you say as you start kissing up his neck again.
'Oh printesa, you are killing me! Please let me do the right thing.’ He thinks.
“I’m drunk, I don’t care.” You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. He starts to give in.
'Nyet! Pietro get out of here now before she hates you and you hate yourself in the morning.’
“Well I do, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow.” He says firmly before speeding off. You open your door, stumbling in before you begin crying again. This time it wasn’t the break up, it was the shame of throwing yourself at Pietro. You just wanted to feel loved. You kicked your heels off and immediately collapsed into your bed, hoping you’d wake up and this all would be a dream.
You wake up, eyes puffy and still in your dress from the night before. The night starts coming back in flashes. Dumped. -Ouch!- Ladies night. -Nice.-
Throwing yourself at Pietro and getting rejected! -*hurl*- Your stomach wrenches at that last thought. You run to your bathroom, immediately puking your guts out.
'Fuuuuuckkkkk! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!’ Is all you can think as you lay on the cold linoleum floor. You pull yourself up when you hear your phone go off. Trudging back to your bed you grab your phone, seeing a text from Steve.
“Nat informed me of your unfortunate circumstances, I’m not expecting you in training for the next couple days. You’ve got 48 hours to clear your head and refocus, chin up soldier :)” you appreciated the time to yourself, maybe you could hide out and some how never see him again? You texted back a thank you before heading back to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and got cleaned up before fixing some breakfast. Just as you finished your last bite a knock came at your door. Creeping to the door you peak through the peep hole, the blood drains from your face and you think you might be sick again when you see who it is.
Pietro stands on the other side of your door, hoping to explain last night, hoping you aren’t mad at him.
A few moments pass before he knocks again.
Nope, definitely not- abort mission! Not answering the door.’ You think as you quietly tip toe away from the door. He waits a little longer before walking away in defeat.
You spend the next 48 hours in your quarters, avoiding everyone and racking your brain.
'Why (y/n) why?! *Get over him by getting under someone else* haha good one! Now I have to live knowing that Pietro thinks I’m a dumb slut. Chances of actually getting to be with Pietro are now 0 at best.’ You sulked. At the end of your quarantine you emerge from your room dressed and ready to train. You’re speed walking to the elevator when a blue blur races toward you.
“Hey (y/n)-”
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut him off. He immediately speeds away, you feel awful but you just can’t deal with it. For the next week you make sure you don’t see him. You request to train exclusively with Natasha in one on one sessions, citing your need to polish your assassin skills. You train hard, letting Natasha put you through the ringer of her red eye training sessions. You’re up and ready by 3:00 am and train for 4 hours. When you aren’t training you’re hiding in your room.

“Just talk to her, explain your feelings.” Wanda says. She’s sitting in the recliner of her room as Pietro lays sprawled upon her couch. The scene lends itself to the analogy of the psychiatrist and patient.
“I did, you should have seen the way she looked at me and snapped. Four words and I still bleed from the wound.” He whines.
“This must stop brother, we are all a team which means we need to all be on the same page. Not to mention you both drive me mad, minds whirling in turmoil at all hours of the night and day!” She hissed.
“What does she think about?” He asks, sitting up to pay full attention.
“That is not for me to tell, talk to her. That is all I will say.” She responds.
It’s the beginning of week two of your special training with Nat.
You run into her on your way to the elevator.
“How’s it going?” She asks.
“Ok I guess…” You respond.
“How’s your 'speedy sokovian’?” She raises a brow.
“Oh god do people know what happened?!” You grimace. It had been a little over a week with no words spoken between the two of you and you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened, save for Wanda maybe.
“No, what happened?” She asks, truly perplexed. She figured you had undertook this training camp in hopes of distancing your mind from the break up, she hadn’t thought Pietro had anything to do with it.
“So that night when I was drunk…I did something awful…I completely threw myself at Pietro! Like making out, gross, practically begging him for it! Just assassinate me Nat, he probably thinks I’m an idiot.” You conclude.
“Have the two of you spoken since it happened?” She wondered.
“No! I feel so gross, embarrassed and rejected. The worst part is I actually do, well, did kinda have a thing for him and now it’s ruined.” You huffed, thinking about seeing him made you feel like throwing up, let alone actually speaking words.
“You’re gonna have to get over it, especially since you’re on the team full time now.” She smiled.
“I’m a real Avenger now?” You beamed at the news.
“As soon as you sort this out with speedy.” She replied. You grumbled at the statement. Entering the training room you started your rounds, feeling good to be doing something to keep your mind off things. The session goes well until he whirls through the door.
“Finished my laps, now what?” He says as he takes a few steps forward; eyes falling straight to yours, catching you in his sapphire gaze.
“Are we done?” You ask Nat, eyes pleading for her to say yes.

“How about a bit of sparring, you and (y/n).” She answers as she walks toward the bench, sipping from her water bottle.
As he approaches you a toxic cocktail of emotions spring forth. Anger, lust, embarrassment. You square up, throwing the first punch you decide to pick anger as your chief emotion. He dodges it with ease, throwing one back. You start off slow but as the tension mounts it starts to have the potential of becoming a real fight. He kicks when you think he’s gonna punch causing your legs to be swept from under you.
“Why’d you leave?” You blurted angrily.
“Why didn’t you answer the door the next day?” He retorted. At this point Natasha had quietly stepped out. He tried to help you up, you scooted away, rolling onto your feet on your own.
“Cuz I felt like an idiot! I threw myself at you and you rejected me! I felt like a cheap whore!” You crossed your arms and turned away from him. He zipped back in front of you.
“I didn’t reject you! Believe me you made it very, VERY hard to leave. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You don’t even remember what I said do you?” He waited for an answer he was sure you didn’t have.
“I said not like this, not that I didn’t want you! I just didn’t want you when you were drunk and vulnerable. It would have been wrong.” His voice had calmed a little. Suddenly, like a kick in the mouth you remember Wanda’s confession of Pietro’s supposed feelings for you. Embarrassment flooding your being your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, ok? That night I just wanted to feel something besides being hurt and I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman & I felt so alone. I twisted everything to try & lie to myself so it would be your fault. I was embarrassed, in the whole time I’ve been here you were always so good to me & I thought I ruined it.” You confessed, wiping tears away.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” He took you in his arms, kissing your forehead.
“So can we be friends again? I miss having someone to make fun of people with.” He chuckled.
After making up with Pietro the two of you became close again, flirting and joking with one another. You were currently hanging out in the common room after a training session, laughing at a prank Pietro had pulled on Clint.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Pietro asked as he sipped his water.
“Netflix and chillin’.” You chuckled.
“You should come 'chill’ in my room.” He smirked.
“And why is that?” You mused. He placed his arm around you, the very action causing a heat to rush through you.
“Because I will provide candy, pop corn and a nice surface to snuggle upon.” He stated matter of factly.
Pondering his proposal you tapped your chin.
“Candy you say? I suppose I can raid your candy stash and make you watch chick flicks.” You grinned mischievously.
You made plans to meet at his quarters at around 8. This gave you time to relax, shower and take a nap.
When the time came to get ready and go you chose to stay casual in leggings and an oversized slouchy sweater, throwing your hair in a messy bun before heading over to his room. You barely knock before he answers.
“Welcome to movie night!” He smiles, ushering you into his room. You can’t believe your eyes when you see the amazing set up he’d created. Scented candles lined the book shelf on the back wall, he had set up a plush pillow sanctuary in front of the TV, pop corn and six different candies laid along the coffee table.
“This is so sweet! I’m never going to be able to eat all that candy.” You laughed as he scooped you up into a hug.
“Who says the candy is for you?” He chuckled giving you a kiss. You snuggled up in the pillows, scrolling through the movie selections as you munched on skittles.
“Comedy, Romance, Scifi, horror…what do you prefer?” He asked.
“Comedy!” You cheered.
Settling on a Seth Rogan film you laid with Pietro contently. As you watched the film Pietro found himself looking down on you, enamored with your smile and adorable wrinkle that appeared in your nose when you laughed. He leaned in, quickly pecking your nose with a kiss, you smile up at him returning the gesture with a peck on his cheek. You returned your attention to the movie, laughing as you and Pietro took turns trying different candies. When the movie was over you found yourself laying in Pietro’s lap while he played with your hair.
“What next printesa?” He mused as his fingers gently massaged your scalp.
Your mind travelled back to what he had said when the two of you were sparing.
“Actually, you said something before and I’ve been wondering about it ever since…” You trailed, looking up at him.
“And what have you been wondering bomboană?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.
“What exactly made it so hard for you to leave that night?” You asked, sitting up as you tossed your hair out of your face.
“Well, what do you remember?” He smirked, stretching out with his hands behind his head. You proceeded to straddle him, running your fingers up his torso, a small grin appearing as his muscles tensed under your touch.
“I remember kissing you…here. Here. And here…” You said as you placed kisses on his neck, slightly sucking and nipping at his skin, he let out a sharp breath. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of your body against his.
“Then I remember saying 'kiss me’.” You whispered in his ear, running your fingers through his hair before bringing your lips to his, enveloping your senses in the taste of his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as your arms slung around his neck, hands gently tugging the hairs at the nape, rolling your hips as he bucks up into you with a groan.
Soon your clothes are falling off and the two of you are down to your underwear, clothes strewn across the floor as Pietro peppers your neck and chest with hungry kisses. You can’t keep your hands off of him, craving constant contact as he pulls your bra straps down, eyes devouring you with an animalistic glare. You quickly unsnap the back, freeing yourself of confining fabric, his hands knead at your breasts, fingertips pinching the sensitive peaks as your mouths connect once more. Your back arches, removing one hand he places his mouth upon your breast as his newly free hand slips into your panties, strumming your slick center. A few high pitched moans escape your throat before he pulls away, bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste. You sit up, kissing him before sucking the juices from his fingers, focusing on his oceanic eyes.
“My sweet printesa.” He sighed, biting his lower lip. You kiss a trail down his body, tugging down his boxers you palm his head, stroking down the shaft. His head falls back, jaw slack as you take him into your mouth.
“Esti asa de bine printesa..” He groaned. You continue bobbing down, taking every inch into your mouth, his pleasurous moans igniting a fire within you.
“Mm, I need you.” You sigh, stroking him. He brings you up for a kiss before laying you back, gently parting your legs, teasing you with just his tip.
You instinctively buck up against him, craving his cock.
“Pietro please!” You whine, and he obliges. Finally filling you with his hardness. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first as he savors the precious look on your face, eyes soft as you bite your lower lip.
“Keep going…faster.” You gasp, sitting up on your elbows. Pietros hand is soon threaded through your hair as he hungrily kisses you, picking up the pace. You reached a hand up, digging into his shoulder blade, eliciting a groan from him.
He kisses and sucks the crook of your neck, growling explicit praise in his mother tongue. Soon your bodies are in rhythm, writhing in an animalistic dance of bliss and pleasure,
“Fuck” you all but squeal when he bites into your neck, causing you to scratch your nails down his back eliciting a deep growl from him.
“Keep going, keep going…you feel so good.” You breathe.
Pietro grips your thighs, pinning you down as he thrusts deeper than before and soon you’re cumming undone. Writhing and moaning, he moves his hands from your thighs, pulling his arms around you he brings you to his chest. You grind down on his shaft, sharing a lusty kiss as he releases his seed.
He lays you back against the body pillow you were sitting against before, kissing you on the forehead.
“Shower & sleep over?” He nudges into you, kissing your shoulder.
“Of course.” You smile.

The End.

(Tell me if this is good or not, ok?)

Cocky (Jungkook College AU)

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook x Reader AU (Gender Neutral)

a/n: wow it’s been a long time. I’M SO SORRY OMFG IT’S BEEN SO LONG HOLY FUCKC. BUT I’M BACK !!!!! also, I’m really not sure whether to continue this or not, to make it a 2/3 part piece but I’m really not sure. Let me know !

type: university/college au, fluff (??), mild angst, romance-ish

word count: 1.7k

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist

The last thing you wanted to do today was to be told that your project deadline was being moved. Moved so that it had to be handed in a week earlier than what your whole class had been told before. Shit, you thought, I really need to focus.

You’d not woken up in the best mood, one of your flatmates had decided to bring around his entire sports team last night, and they’d been extremely noisy and loud until probably around 4am, meaning that you got hardly any sleep and that you woke up late, forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your morning lecture. Just making it in time, you somehow powered through it, grabbing a coffee on the way to your favourite section of the day. The project and drafting room was the other side of the university campus, unfortunately for you, but the coffee kept a spring in your step and you arrived just in time, taking a seat at the side of the room by the door, on a small table away from the bigger round ones, where people all worked on their projects together. 

With being in an art and design course, you didn’t really have to focus too much in the lectures as they weren’t as beneficial and important as the project and workshop things that you had to focus on, so this was your favourite part of the day, and you and your teacher/tutor got on really well. 

The only downside, though, was the cocky bastard that always came in late. There was always only one seat left - next to you. 

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Our secret

Request from aomgrayground : Hey. I’ve been so amazed with your scenarios. I was wondering if you could write a scenario with gray wherein you are Simon’s cousin and Gray and you started to date secretly(it was your idea to keep it as a secret) because you are afraid Simon will brawl out if he found out but then you were hanging out in the club with them and you saw some girls flirting with him so you burst out and suddenly yelled that you guys are dating. Thaaaaank you so much in advance!!

“Gray…shhh..stop it, otherwise they are going to hear us,” you told Gray. “I’m serious…Gray..”

The two of you have been dating for nearly a month but you told Gray to keep it a secret. You don’t want to be caught with the fans but mostly, because you’re Simon’s cousin. If he knew you and Gray were dating, he would be upset. You’re not sure why but you thought, it was best to keep it a secret. And Gray acknowledged that. He didn’t mind it. 

“Ok, ok,” Gray finally stopped kissing your neck, “but you’re coming with us to the club later on yeah?”

You fixed your hair while telling Gray, “Yes, of course! I’m going to wear that dress you bought for me, remember?”


You met with the AOMG crew at their office so you could carpool with Simon, Gray and Loco. In the car, you sat in between Gray and Simon and you couldn’t help but to put your hands on Gray’s knee. Simon noticed this and asked, “Why are you holding him? You’re not going to fall out of the car”. When you heard this, you pull your hand back and just rolled your eyes at him. 

All of you arrived at the club and already the fans were going crazy when they saw who came out of the car. You walked behind Simon and he was trying to shield you away from the photos because he didn’t want any fans spreading rumors about you. You met Jay, Pumkin, Wegun and Hoody at the VIP section. You saw down next to Hoody and she handed you shot. You took it and once you were done, you saw Gray looking at you worriedly. He knew you were a lightweight so you couldn’t take too much alcohol. You winked and Gray to let him know you were okay. 

After chatting with Hoody she wanted to dance so the both of you headed to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a few of your favourite songs so you danced till your feet started to ache. Feeling the tiredness of your feet, you headed back to the guys whilst Hoody went to the DJ stand. The only guys that were there Gray and Simon so you took a seat next to Gray. The both of smiled to each other. He was holding a drink in his hand and you wanted to try it. You went to grab the drink from his hand but he moved it away. Gray leaned into your ears and whispered, “You shouldn’t drink too much, I don’t want you going home and throwing up. And what do you think Simon is going to think when he sees you taking my drink”. You nodded your head and took the unopened water bottle on the table instead. Simon moved closer to you and started to talk about the two girls by the bar. “Hey Gray, what do you think of them?” Simon pointed to the two girls standing by the bar and both looked very beautiful. Gray shrugged and went on his phone instead. Seeing this, Simon asked for your opinion, “Since Gray is ignoring me, [Y/N] do you think the girl on the left is Gray’s type?” You had another look at her and saw that she was indeed very pretty. She had long brown hair that went past her shoulders and she was wearing a skin tight black dress. “I don’t know, she seems a bit too tall for Gray”. Simon burst out laughing. Gray looked up from his phone and gave you his death stare. Whilst Simon was trying to calm himself, you whispered to Gray, “I didn’t mean it babe” and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Once Simon was calmed down, he got up and started to walk to the bar. You had a feeling what he was going to do and hoped your feeling was wrong. A few minutes later, Simon came back with the two girls. Your heart sank when you saw them sitting between Simon and Gray. You were now sitting on the edge of chair. Simon introduced everyone and you could see that the girl sitting next to Gray was trying to move closer to him. Simon was busy chatting with her other friend so the girl next to Gray started to talking to him. “So..I don’t come here often but I’m glad I did tonight,” she told Gray. “Yeah my friends and I like this club a lot”. She continued to talk about her job, her studies and just general information about her. Gray tried to answer her questions with short and simple responses so that she realise that he didn’t want to talk to her. But she didn’t seem to pick it up. 

“Hey Gray, my new friend here wants to see a movie now. The four of us can go see it together”. Four of us, you thought. Simon didn’t include you. “Simon, does that mean you’re going to leave me here alone?” Simon looked at you and realised he forgot about you. “Oh..I’m sorry, I forgot you were sitting there. Um Jay, Hoody and the other guys are still here. You can go home with them. So Gray, what do you say. Movie?” 

Gray turned to look at you but you just pretended to go on your phone. “I don’t feel like watching a movie now. To be honest, I’m kinda tired, sorry.” Simon then made shushing sound. “Tired? You always stay up till late in the recording studio, Gray and you’re never tired. Stop with the lies and take your new friend to see a movie”. The girl next to Gray nodded her head excitedly and then placed her hand on his knees. You saw it and just stared at her. You couldn’t really blame her because no one knows about your relationship with Gray but at the same, you were frustrated. Seeing a random girl flirting and touching your boyfriend is not something you like seeing. Gray noticed you were giving her your death stare so he moved his legs so that she would let go, but she didn’t. 

“What are you drinking?” she pointed to Gray’s glass. “Oh it’s from this bottle here. My boss bought it, I’m not too sure what it is called”. She then took his drink out of his hands and started chugging it down. She didn’t ask him or anything. Gray and you returned looks and he tried not to laugh out loud. She had trouble chugging it down, but you thought she was just pretending. Who doesn’t know how to drink out of an cup without spilling it out of the corners of their mouth? She was clearly putting on a show for Gray. She slammed the glass down on the table and let out a big sigh. “Ahhh that drink is so strong. I can feel it burning my throat. You’re such a good drinker, Gray,” she complimented him. Gray just let out a polite smile. “Oh my god, I’ve spilled it over my dress,” she cried out. “Gray, can you help me and get me a tissue?” You pointed to a piece of tissue on the table and signaled Gray to give it to her. You didn’t know whose it belonged to or what was on it but you didn’t care. “

“Oh can you help me wipe it off, I can’t see where I’ve spilled the drink,” she asked him. She proceeded to move closer to Gray and tried to put her chest up close to him. “Umm I think you should do it, I can’t see as well. Here’s a tissue,” Gray told her. Instead of taking the tissue and cleaning herself, she grabbed Gray’s hand and put it on her chest. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!” you yelled at her. Gray pulled back his hand and Simon heard your outburst so he came over to see what was going on. “Hey, what’s going on here?,” Simon asked. The girl immediately started to put on an innocent look and said, “She just started to yell at me. I don’t know what her problem is”. Simon then turned to you and asked, “Why did you yell at her, [Y/N]?” You couldn’t stand her anymore so you stood up and retorted back, “This bitch here just won’t stop flirting with Gray. She just grabbed Gray’s hand and put it on her chest!” Simon’s attention was now focused on you. “Why do you care, [Y/N]?” 

You then blurted out, “I care because he is my boyfriend!” Simon was looking at you and still processing what you had just said, ”Boyfriend? Gray is your boyfriend..?” Gray stood up next to you and put his arms around your waist. “Yeah, I’m her boyfriend, Simon”. Simon was exchanging looks back and forth between you and Gray. “What? But you-you’re my cousin and he’s-how long have you been dating?” “Nearly a month,” you told him. “Next Tuesday is our one month anniversary,” Gray added. “But why didn’t you two say anything?” 

“We didn’t tell you because I’m scared you might over-react and you know, everything turns to shit when you’re mad,” you explained to Simon. “Yeah man and plus we want to keep our relationship out of the public eye”. Public eye. Damn, the two girls sitting down heard everything and now they are probably going to start spreading rumors about you. 

“Okay you guys are starting to bore us,” Simon’s new friend exclaimed, “we are going to look for someone who’s more fun and actually wanna get some”. You couldn’t help but laugh at her. “You really think this funny? You know what, I’m going to take this bottle with me because you embarrassed us tonight,” and with that, Gray’s ‘new friend’ took the bottle.

Both girls walked away and you turned to Simon, “I’m sorry for lying to you, but please don’t be mad at Gray. I was the one who told him to keep it a secret”. Simon let out a sigh, “I’m not mad, [Y/N]. And yes you should have just told me, but if you’re going to date someone, I’m glad it’s Gray. He’s a good guy”. Gray nodded back at Simon and he reached into you and gave you a kiss. You kissed him back and it was a strange feeling because this is the first time the two of you have kissed in public. “Alright alright, you two can stop making out in front of me. I get it! You’re a couple,” Simon complained. 

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Shades of Hades (Does that rhyme or what!). A shade of my current self. 
You know you’re tired when your shadow lies down on the grass. 


I does rhyme. And even if you are tired, we are not. At least not of your selfie. Thank you for your selfie submission! We love it!

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Kept Under Wraps / Cheryl Blossom

Words: 1414

Watching the girl you loved from afar was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

You wanted nothing more than to stalk over to where she was standing and show everyone in this town that she was was yours and that you loved her more than anyone else. 

It was Cheryl’s request to keep the two of you a secret, at first you thought it was a good idea. But now you wanted to approach her, ask her if she was finally ready to announce to everyone that you were dating-but then July 4th came along and in the weeks that followed you knew it was never the right time to bring it up.

So you waited, like you had grown used to doing over the past few months.

Then her father’s involvement in her brother’s death was revealed and his suicide shook the town, the topic of outing your relationship never once came up in conversation after that. 

You understood why Cheryl was so hesitant in wanting to share your relationship-you really did, just like you understood that there was no right time to question her about it.

You didn’t want to overstep, to push the boundaries-your girlfriend was vulnerable and you didn’t want her to push you away.

“You okay?”

Moving your attention off the redhead, you shifted your eyes to Betty. “I’m fine,” you lied, shrugging a shoulder weakly. “Just tired, I suppose.”

Your friend frowned, worried for your wellbeing. Betty knew nothing of your relationship with Cheryl Blossom-but she had been suspicious for a while now. While you were good at keeping your relationship just between you and Cheryl, it was sometimes hard to over your sudden need to leave Pop’s early or come up with a reason for being late to class. 

As Betty started to divulge her and Jughead’s most recent date, the blond was the epitome of happiness. 

You envied her.

She and Jughead could walk the streets in town and hold hands or hug in public for more than three seconds, they could kiss the other whenever they wanted or go on dates that didn’t require keeping an eye out for familiar faces. 

You were tired of waiting and pushing off the conversation with Cheryl that so desperately needed to occur. You had made your decision-you would finally talk to her about how you felt. 

Cheryl Blossom entered your bedroom with her head held high and an indifferent expression plastered across her face, the moment she spotted you sitting on the floor waiting for her, her lips tugged upwards.

“Hi,” she greeted, dropping her bag and removing her shoes. You stayed silent as she made her way over and sat opposite you. Her dress was slightly restricting of her movements, so she sat with her legs bent at her side-holding her weight by placing her palm flat against the floor while the other rests on her lap.

“Hey,” you mumbled, moving your head out of her reach as she leant forward to kiss you.

Her expression tightened as she took in your nervous demeanour, “What is it?”

Licking your lips, you worked up the courage to confront her, “I think we should talk about us.”

Cheryl pulled back even further so she could see you entirely, her face unreadable, “Why?”

You sighed, “This has been a long time coming,” you told her. “You know it has.”

“Just get to the point,” she demanded. 

“I want us to be honest about our relationship. I can’t keep hiding something this important to me from my friends, my family,” you said. “Cheryl,” you smiled, “I love you and I want to be with you more than anything,” you continued, “but I can’t be your secret anymore-I’m not just something you turn to when it suits you or hide away because you’re ashamed of me or scared of what people think.”

Cheryl hadn’t said anything, being unable to know what she was thinking pained you. 

“Please say something.”

“I don’t care what they all think,” she declared.

After waiting a few moments for her to continue, you gave her a sad smile before you nodded, “Okay,” you sighed, rising to your feet.

“Where are you going?”

Looking down at her, you buried your hands in your pockets. “I’m going to go find something to do, I probably have some homework waiting for me.”

“What are you talking about?” Cheryl asked, confusion and annoyance flashing across her face. 

“You clearly don’t want to have this conversation and I’m not going to push you, but I’m not going to just sit here and brush it away either.” Cheryl’s eyes never left you as you closed your own and took a deep breath. “I think you need to think about what you want, as much as I would love to-I can’t make that decision for you. I know exactly what I want but I’m not going to wait around for you to make up your mind. Just let yourself out when you’re ready.”

Cheryl’s eye twitched, “Fine,” she stated firmly as she stood, pushing her way past you to collect her things before leaving.

It had been a few days since you last spoke to Cheryl. Your friends had noticed your change in character, but with you snapping at them each time they tried to find out what was wrong-they slowly halted their interrogation, giving you the space to work it out on your own. 

You were sad and angry and heartbroken. You felt as though your heard had been ripped out of your chest and smashed to pieces. 

You had always had reserves about keeping your relationship secret, but you went along with it for Cheryl’s sake. Before the redhead left your house the other night, you had told her something you had never admitted and she had completely ignored your words.

“Do you have a minute?”

You raised your head to find Cheryl standing over your table, sparing a glance at your friends who were completely taken off guard by her arrival you sighed. “What do you want?”

You tried not to notice her flinch at your tone. “We should talk,” she told you vaguely. Seeing that you were about to deny her, she swallowed hard, “Please.”

Letting your eyes trail over Cheryl’s face, you sighed. “Two minutes,” you declare, rising from your seat. “I’ll be back soon,” you informed your friends. You followed Cheryl until she came to a stop, not that far away from the table you were just occupying-never leaving the cafeteria.

Cheryl took a deep breath, “Did you mean it?” she asked you, rushing her words.

Scrunching your nose up in confusion, you crossed your arms, “Did I mean what?”

“What you said the other day,” she groaned, “did you really mean it?”

You realised what she was asking, but you wanted her to say it. “I said a lot of things, Cheryl. What are you referring to?”

Her annoyance was growing, but she remained calm, “Do you love me?”

Cheryl seemed to get her answer form your silence, she wasn’t able to disguise her hurt. “Wait,” you called, latching on to her arm. “Of course I meant it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Her body seemed to release some tension, as she physically relaxed under you hold. You released her arm and let your hand drop to your side, “I would never lie to you,” you continued, your voice softer than before. 

She tugged on her bottom lip, “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was ashamed of you, I just-I-”

“It’s okay, Cher,” you said quietly, cutting her off. “I do understand. I just can’t continue on like this. It’s not only having to keep it hidden from my friends-I just makes me feel as though I’m lying to myself. I know it sounds-”

Cheryl returned the favour, cutting you off-but with her lips. Her kiss was short and soft, your lips working in sync with hers for that small period of time. When she pulled away, her face were flushed and she seemed nervous. “If you’re still willing to put up with me,” she began slowly, “I’m ready to be open about us.”

“Are you sure?”

Her laugh made your toes curl, “More than sure, I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.”

“It was worth the wait.”

text meme 1/∞

i’ve been collecting funny/cute texts & texts from texts from last night for about 2 years. they’ve been sitting in a word document for a long time so with all the text memes i’ve been seeing around, i decided to take all the texts i’ve saved and make a meme with them bc why not. there’s a bit of everything bellow: fluff, silliness, nsfw, angst, etc etc

[text] Hey sorry for calling you so much last night. I mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running late

[text] I miss you more than I should.

[text] She’s/you’re the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity. 

[text] I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don’t regret it.

[text] you hella high and freaked out about life and interest rates

[text] I love it when you moan my name.

[text] I will gladly accept you into my home with open legs.


[text] Let’s go get coffee and handcuffs.

[text] I thought you were better than this. 

[text] Please stop calling.

[text] Well I had to use a seat cushion at Soul Cycle today so, yeah, I’d say the sex was good

[text] I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy

[text] I need you there. I need someone to glance at when other people inevitably annoy me.

[text] 75% of my food budget goes to wine, the rest to chips and salsa.

[text] You think you’re funny, but you’re just an asshole.

[text] I dont have to work tomorrow im yelling gibberish at squirrels

[text] I wish things were different.

[text] We should probably end this.

[text] I don’t say it often enough, but I want you to know that I love you.

[text] Please let me know what I did to deserve you…I want to make sure I keep on doing it. 

[text] I told you I’d ride your broomstick if you let me call you Harry Potter and you drew a lightning bolt on your forehead.

[text] I’m still laying in bed cuz I don’t feel like adulting yet

[text] I broke my foot jumping out of YOUR window under YOUR watch. You failed me drunk guardian. You failed.

[text] What if for Halloween I paint my self gold and make sandwiches for everyone? I’d be a trophy wife! Get it?

[text] I’m sorry for everything.

[text] I just want to have sex that doesn’t end like a B-rated horror movie.

[text] Taylor Swift needs more songs about threesomes. I’m not sure she gets me anymore. 

[text] I never should have left you there.

[text] I don’t have patience for riddles.

[text] You were drinking with me last night, I warned you.

[text] Dunno. My heart says “no”, my brain says “maybe” and my dick says “YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!”

[text] We had sex and he ended up in the hospital… don’t know if I should be worried or proud.

[text] Just tell me what’s wrong !

[text] let’s be honest I’d fucking Irish step dance on your grave, asshole

[text] I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.

[text] … so it’s a date ?

[text] Can I come by?

[text] I thought we were ok ?

[text] I want you to meet my squirrel

[text] If blow jobs were a super power she’d be in the Justice League.

[text] Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can’t decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking 

[text]  I can’t imagine life without you.

[text]  Can’t wait to see you again.

[text]  just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life

[text] I should have told you first, I’m sorry.

[text] I’m sorry ! I don’t know what else to tell you !

[text] You spent the entire night trying to get me to make out with you  

[text] We are not together any more, remember ?

[text] why did I wake up with ketchup packets in my bed and the stove in my room?? 

[text]  did i just see you in the movie theater carrying a margarita into Frozen? 

[text] Maybe we’ll see each other again.

[text] if a CSI technician examined our hotel room with a black light he’d think we hit the Pulse button a DNA blender without a lid

[text] I never thought we’d end up like this.

[text] Why do you keep doing this to me ?

[text] I’m so tired of your lies.

[tex] Why are you so angry ?

[text] I thought you were coming alone…. ?

[text] I should get him/you a card “thanks for letting me use you for your penis on and off as I see fit and for being a nice guy. My boobs and I appreciate your loyalty and dedication”

[text] I don’t understand…

[text] If I had a penis, I’d want to put it in you. And I’d treat you with respect and pay for your drinks. 

[text] You had to apologize for “being too aggressive about harry potter”

[text] We can work this out.

[text]  We have a system, okay?

[text] I don’t have time to shower before my passport photos…your cum is all over my hair…that’s with me for 10 years now 

[text] I know you’re on a date and I should leave you alone but about twenty minutes ago I realized I haven’t been spanked in years so if you’re still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it. 

[text] I know you’ve been lying to me.

[text] You need to leave. Now !

[text] i woke up to nearly seven feet of basketball player in my bed this morning 

[text] You’re so easy to be with and so hard to be without.

[text] Every morning I wake up with a sad face because I know it is the start of one more day without you.

[text] Everyone leaves.

[text] I don’t know how you put up with me. 

[text] I just fell off a roof. So I’m kinda chillin for a minute. 

[text] Your rough animalistic sex sounds are disrupting my cocktail hour

[text] I’m 2 beers deep on an empty stomach, and I just wanna say, I pride myself on my use of commas

[text] please don’t leave me alone

[text] You cried at the bar for 30 minutes because you got your arm stuck in your sweater. You got free drinks for the rest of the night after the bartender helped you.  

[text] I wish we had more time.

[text] shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick

[text] I miss you every day.

[text] Please please pick up

[text] Why are my keys in the refrigerator?  

[text] I’m out of practice. be my yoda  

[text] Waldo just asked us for directions. Even he doesn’t know where he is.

[text] Do you think it’ll be awkward standing up at their wedding knowing I’ve slept with both the bride and the groom?

[text] Someone said we’re out of ice. You collapsed on the spot and started sobbing, saying ‘but where will all the polar bears live”. That drunk.

[text] I’d just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.

[text] You made me take a photo of you under the stairs at the bar. “Look I’m Harry Potter.”

[text] This summer has already been like the best summer ever. FREEDOM IS AWESOME. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS THE SINGLE LIFE.

[text] If u ever apologize to me for “too-rough” sex again I will suspend ur all-access pass to my vagina indefinitely

[text] Mom just told me I need to start having sex.

[text] I’d help you out but I got Bacardi and Tequila poured down my snorkel last night and I’m still drunk

[text] YOU TRIED TO SWIM IN HER FISHTANK. I don’t think she’s going to call you.

[text] And the view of you in reverse cowgirl is arguably the most spectacular view ever… And I’ve seen the Eiffle tower, the colosseum, mountains of Hawaii, Michaelangelo’s David, and the Mona Goddamn Lisa. Just saying.

[text] She’s/you are the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.

[text] It’s not too terrible. You just got a little naked and broke your arm. 

[text] I made friends with a raccoon. I pet it. Like I was Pocahontas.

[text] We had sex in the woods. It was great until some bird started mimicking my orgasm sounds

[text] She said she couldn’t find my penis because my arm was in the way. That was my penis 

[text] Stop making me think about you. I’m busy. 

[text] I spent all night sexting your girlfriend for you because you were too drunk. You’re welcome.

[text] You make me want to be better.

[text] You saw my boobs then looked up and yelled thank you jesus.

You saved me //Draco Imagine//

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Requested by: fluffy-unicorn26

Request: Hey!So I was wondering if you could maybe do a Draco imagine where the reader and him have been dating for a while, but no one knows it until Harry, Hermione, Ron and her where at the Malfoy Manor and Bellatrix uses the cruciatus curse on her instead of Hermione and Draco after a while can’t take it anymore and stops Bellatrix and goes with her to check if she’s okay and from there you can decide but, can you please make it with a lot of fluff at the end? Thank you!

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: I mean…technically torture..But other than that! None

A/n: I’m still looking for someone who can help me make a masterlist if anyone knows how to do that and is willing to teach me I would be so thankful!


The Malfoy Manor had never looked darker. It’s tan walls now appeared a faded black, the dark tile that lined the entire first floor could hide even the darkest stain and the whole house seemed to be swallowed in a dark fog that gave it an eerie vibe. You felt that if you made one single noise, something would attack you, stealing your life before you even had time to react. You knew who came to this house. You knew who was welcome whenever he pleased and the very thought of him scared you to death. You swallowed nervously as you followed Harry through the corridors with a scrappy dressed man by your side. Three men had found you, Harry, Hermione, and Ron in the woods as you searched for Horcruxes and were bringing you back to the Malfoys.

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anonymous  asked:

hi can you do an angst/fluff series for SF9’s Taeyang that takes place in high school or an office? thank you 😊

~ This is part 1/3 of Attention, a sf9 Taeyang series! I decided to go with the high school as it I have a better plot for this.This is my first time writing like this so please be considerate of that! Now lets begin ❤ ~

-Admin Stroni-

You walk down the same hallways as you usually do, school was becoming a drag and you couldn’t wait to graduate, just a couple more months and you were out of this place. Well only to go another school filled with even more people than before.

‘Ahhh Taeyang oppa! How are you oppa?’

The distant screams of young girls fawning made you look up. Damn Taeyang, nothing but bad news yet your heart still yearned for him. You had never forgotten the day when Taeyang had made an effort to speak to you, to flirt with you even. He offered to carry your bag and tucked your hair behind your ears. His touch was so gentle that you couldn’t help but fall into his trap. You thought you were special, but apparently so did many other girls.

You walk past them, straight face and eyes looking anywhere but his direction, you weren’t going to let yourself come across as weak. Not in front of him anyway, he’ll only see you as prey that he needs to pounce on.

The bell rang for first period, great, maths. Just what you needed.

‘Y/N what’s wrong? You haven’t touched any of your food.’

Your friends voice snapped you out of your thoughts, half the morning had already gone but it had felt like such a drag.

‘Nothing Y/F/N, I’m just tired.’

Lies. But hey your friend would believe you, she’s too gullible not to.  Your friend doesn’t know about your silly little crush on Taeyang, in fact no one does as you’re so ashamed of it. You wasn’t even too sure yourself why you liked one of the biggest fuck boys in school… actually yeah you did. He’s awfully good looking, the type of good looking where you just want to slit his throat to rid the world of his handsomeness. Then he was just so amazing at everything he does, he’s the best dancer in school and has honey coated vocals. He was perfect in every way yet he had to abuse it and use it to get all kinds of girl’s attention, therefore giving him the worst ego. 

You could feel the tears stinging your eyes as you over looked all of his good aspects, remembering the time in the past when he had taken care of you and treated you so nicely. It hurt you that he had taken you for granted, taken you for a fool. But he wasn’t wrong, you were the one that had fallen for him. You truly were a fool. 

‘I need the bathroom, don’t wait for me I need to finish homework after. See you.' 

You quickly say to your friend and don’t bother waiting for a response, tears were spilling by now and you didn’t want her to see you this way. You run off to the bathroom and being your luck, Taeyang was standing outside of them talking to another girl in the same year as you both. You stopped dead in your tracks, glaring at the both of them, tears never stopped spilling as you stood there. Taeyang was the first to look up at you, it seemed like his eyes were full of hurt and sympathy but you brushed it off. The girl followed suit and as soon as she saw your puffy red face she burst out laughing, holding onto Taeyang for support. He looked as though he was about to open his mouth to say something but it was too late, you were already gone.

He didn’t even push her away. You thought to yourself as you ran around aimlessly, not really knowing where you were going. You just wanted to be anywhere but this dreaded school, anywhere that isn’t here.

'Hey Y/N, are you okay? Why are you crying?’

You felt a pair of hands reach out and stop you. It was Donghyuk. Everyone in the whole year wasn’t an idiot, they all knew that he liked you, he made it oh so very obvious. You wrapped your arms around him in an embrace, all you needed right now was comfort, no matter who it was from. You could feel his body go rigid and you didn’t need to look at his face to know he was blushing. After about 10 seconds he came to his senses and returned the hug, rubbing your back in circular motions to help calm you down.

Why couldn’t you have liked Donghyuk, he was so sweet and didn’t go around flaunting his body for all the girls too swoon at. He was a good kid but for some reason, he just wasn’t Taeyang.

'Y/N it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t feel comfortable doing so.’

His voice was so soothing you couldn’t help but feel better, you came out of his embrace and stood back awkwardly. You look up and to your surprise Taeyang is standing in the doorway behind him. He seemed to be shooting lasers into the back of Donghyuk’s head with the extremity of his glare.

You smirked and decided it was time to get your revenge, it wasn’t truly fair on Donghyuk but you wouldn’t specify it being a date. Just a meet up, to get to know each other kind of thing. But from where Taeyang is standing it may not seem that way, plus he was the one that threw you away first so he had absolutely no right to be able to get jealous. He shouldn’t even care, it’s not like he’s the one that likes you.

'Hey Donghyuk, you wanna go out later? For like a coffee or something?’

'Really? I’d love to Y/N! I’ll meet you at starbucks at 6, yeah?

'Sounds great!’

You send him off with a wave and a large smile, once he’s out of sight you feel a strong hand take a firm grip on your arm and swing you around. It was Taeyang.

'What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

He shouted, pure anger written on his face.

'Excuse me? Who are you, my dad? Didn’t think so so go back to flirting with your other twenty girlfriends and get out of my life!’

You yelled out and glared him down, he had absolutely no right to be mad at you. He’s not your boyfriend, father, brother, nothing. He doesn’t even like you so how dare he start yelling at you.

Pain was written across his face and he reluctantly let go of your arm. He looked like he wanted to say something but his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

'Right, sorry to be such a bother.’

He finally said and walked past you, not even turning around to take a second glance at you.


You muttered under your breath before turning to make your way to your final lesson of the day. Thank god.

Insecure- Carl Grimes

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “could you please do a carl imagine where you and carl have known each other since like season one and started dating at the prison (season 4). and when you get to alexandria you’re afraid that carl will like enid and you get insecure and afraid that when carls not with you that he’s with enid. in the end he explains that you’re the only one he loves out of every girl or something like that! thanks:) (sorry if confusing)”

Anon requested- “Hello! I was wondering if you could write about being Glenn and Maggie’s adoptive child and being jealous of them giving Enid lots of attention???? And fluff???? (Ps your writing gives me LIFE)”

Word count: 1242

Warnings: blah idk like being jealous?? lol

 ok i know i should be answering ships (because i have over 20 in my inbox lol) but i needed to finish this !!! i needed some fluff! (also sorry this took so long to the people requesting) 

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At first, you were thrilled to join Alexandria. It seemed like a dream come true, especially when Rick actually allowed you and Carl to share a room together.

Carl had mentioned something about wanting to explore a bit, so the two of you strapped Judith in her stroller and took a walk. You talked about all the things you’d missed, or just about a book one of you read recently.

While turning a corner, the three of you came upon Jessie. A blonde woman who lived just around the block from you.

“Well, hi there!” She greeted with a bright smile. You returned it, but Carl was originally hesitant. “Nice day, huh?”

“Yeah, nice day.” You repeated, feeling somewhat awkward. You hadn’t really talked with anyone outside of your close knit group in months, so your social skills were rusty.

“Any plans for today?”

“Mhm,” You hum, “Me, yeah. What about you, Carl?”

“None really.” He mutters, a little uncomfortable. You could tell he was slightly shy, but more so just wanted to be left alone.

“Well, Carl,” Jessie’s smile grows, “Why don’t you come over for dinner? Some of the kids your age will be there. And we have video games.”

You look at Carl, witnessing as small smile tugs at his pink lips. He nods, enthusiastically, while you chuckle softly. He did miss video games.

“Great! We’ll see you around five?” She laughs, happy to help him adjust to his new life. He agrees, then you say your goodbyes as you walk off again.

Carl gives you a gentle smile. You know what he’s about to say before he can. “You know I can’t,” You sigh, “I made plans with Glenn and Maggie. They’re already worried I’m pushing them away.”

“I know, I just,” He exhales deeply, disappointed, “I wish you would be there tonight.”


Laughter erupted throughout the large dining room. A large smile was plastered on everyone’s faces as you all joked about stupid things.

“Jesus, you really did that?” You chuckled, raising your eyebrows toward Maggie. She only smirked, tilting her head to the side a bit as she cut into the food. “Ok, you’re officially my idol.”

“Just make sure he’s outta the car before you do it. Otherwise, well, that would be bad.” She advised. Holding back a laugh, Maggie smirked larger, winking your way.

Glenn added, “Bad might be understating it.” with a devilish smile on his face.

“I doubt I’ll find a working tractor in Alexandria anyways, Maggie.” The smile only grew on your face. You looked down into your plate, sticking your fork down into the mountain of spaghetti. Looking back up to your adoptive parents, you twisted the fork around, then brought the food to your mouth.

“You never know, (Y/N).” Glenn joked, reaching over his plate for the small salad bowl.

“So,” Maggie began, “Made any new friends yet?”

You swallowed your food, shaking your head slightly, “Uh, no. Not yet.”

Glenn commented, “Oh, well, we met a nice girl around your age the other day. Her name was Enid.”

You chuckled awkwardly, “Cool.” Your view falling back to your plate. You didn’t really mind that they were meeting new people, in fact, you were happy. But for some reason the girl’s name made you feel uncomfortable.

“She’s actually a lot like you.” Added Maggie, causing the odd feeling in your stomach to grow even more. “You two would make good friends.”  

A lot like me, what does that mean? You silently thought. Trying to shake the feeling from your mind, you looked back to them.

“So uh,” You started, trying to think of another topic, “What have you two been up to?”


When you left Maggie and Glenn’s home, the stars were out. You didn’t feel anxious walking through the dimly lit streets of Alexandria. A soft breeze blew through the air, making you shiver slightly. In an attempt to get warm, you wrapped your unzipped hoodie around yourself.

It would’ve been easier to just zip up the sweater, but your mind was preoccupied, so you didn’t even think of it. Instead, you dwelled on the fact that there was a girl, your age and without parents just next door to Maggie and Glenn, while you were across Alexandria.

A relief filled sigh escaped your lips as you stepped up the stairs to your cookie-cutter home. Usually, Carl would be sitting on the swing with Judith in his lap, but today he wasn’t.

A confused expression painted your face, but you shook off the feeling, entering the house. Inside, it was even darker than outside. You ran your hands along the wall, flicking on a light switch in a few seconds.

When the room was illuminated, no one was there. You called out, “Hello?” only to met with no response. Rick and Michonne must’ve been out with Judith still.

You get ready for bed, which really just consisted of you rising your face and slipping out of your tattered clothes and into an oversized shirt and sweats. They were the closest thing you had to pyjamas and probably one of the more unflattering outfits you kept.

Subconsciously, you wondered to yourself what Enid might wear to bed. realizing the girl was on your mind yet again, you scolded yourself. 

Though your bed was empty, you crawled into it, pulling the thick covers over your body. You lay on your side, looking over to Carl’s side with sad eyes.

You must have been waiting for another fifteen minutes before you heard someone coming up the stairs. As it was only one person, you assumed it must be Carl.

Surely enough, the teenage boy walked into your shared room, a large sigh escaping his lips.

“Hey.” You smiled, “You were out for a while.”

“Yeah, I guess I lost track of time. Sorry.”

He slid off his shirt, throwing it across the room. His back was exposed to you as he reached into the drawers to grab a clean one and put it on. A yawn left his lips as he began climbing into bed with you.

At the motion, you moved closer to him and he wrapped an arm under your neck. You nuzzled your face into his chest, mumbling into the fabric of his shirt, “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled, the vibrations running down his chest. “It was a lot of fun. Ron was pretty good at the games we played, Enid was almost better than him.”

Enid. Of course.

“Enid?” You asked, a slight waver in your voice.

“Yeah, she’s kinda like you. She gave me a few comics to read.”

“Oh.” You muttered under your breath. Carl noticed how you seemed to grow more and more silent as he talked about Enid.

“Something wrong?” He asked, drawing small circles on your skin. You took a moment to think, before shaking your head.

“Just tired.” you lied.

You didn’t need to say what was wrong. Carl already knew by your sudden change in tone. So he sighed, cupping your face. 

“Just know I love you, (Y/N). It’ll always be you.”

A soft blush came over your face, and all your worries left. You smiled brightly, laying a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, Carl.”

Love in its own way

Title: Love in its own way

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: ~3.6k

Warnings: sad, angst, fluff in the middle, unrequited love?

Idea: Emmanuel!Cas cute puppy moment. He doesn’t remember you, duh. Actually he’s with Daphne. Angst.

Summary: You had fallen for Castiel almost upon meeting him, but before you could ever work up the courage to talk to him about it he was ‘possessed’ by Leviathans. You take a break from hunting after the loss until you run into Daphne and her husband Emmanuel, who looks exactly like your lost angel.

A/n: @stressedout-nerdy-chikadee remember us talking about Emmanuel bringing home a stray dog? Well this is what my brain made out of that and your love for angst. I regret nothing.

Being in love with angel had never been easy, but who wanted to have an easy life anyway? No hunter ever considered their life easy and what was some additional crap on top of tiny motel rooms, take-out food and oh yeah the constant danger to your life. When you first met the Winchesters you had simply been locking for a one time team-up to figure out why something suspiciously looking like Egyptian plagues killed people in a small town. That turned out anything but simple. You learned that oh hey angels were a thing and apparently slapping Sam was okay, because he’s a soulless bastard (well Dean declared it okay the moment he figured out that Sam was literally soulless, you still felt a bit bad). But bottom line was angels. You had to admit Balthazar wasn’t exactly how you imagined the cloud hoppers with standard issue halo, neither was a pretty moody and pissed Raphael. The closest to an angel-angel like you remembered them from Christmas stories was Castiel. And even he seemed awfully down to business and not overly concerned with kindness, some nights you could still hear the little boys scream from when Cas tried to locate his soul.

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