took me a whole damn day

Remus Lupin
  • Remus was twice as nervous as the other kids when he got on the Hogwarts Express for the first time
  • He felt as though “werewolf” was branded into his forehead and they’d all scream and run away
  • He didn’t want to lose one of the few good things to happen to him in a while
  • He almost had a heart attack when Peter asked to sit with him on the train
  • How could this kid want to sit with him and not scream in fear
  • Didn’t he know what Remus was hiding
  • Remus was very close to straight up leaving the compartment once James and Sirius barged in
  • They kept asking Remus questions
  • He saw how left out Peter looked though and deflected them to him
  • He accidentally made three new friends
  • Remus had no breath when he saw Hogwarts for the first time
  • How could something so beautiful be so accessible to him
  • He spent the first night ignoring the other boys as they chattered on… and on… and on…
  • Remus didn’t get much sleep
  • He woke up the next morning fairly grumpy
  • But tried his hardest not to get angry when they kept pestering him
  • Remus spent a lot of time in the library
  • Trying to keep his grades up
  • It wasn’t until he realized that Peter actively tried to seek him out that he confronted him
  • Peter confessed to trying to get his attention to be friends
  • Remus reluctantly agreed to sitting with the other boys during their meals but that was it he was just doing it to help Peter be more social
  • Peter was glad that he’d started breaking the resolve surrounding Remus
  • It took a few months for Remus to realize that he’d been staying up later and later at night talking to the boys
  • He only figured it out once he saw the sun rising
  • Remus chuckled, realizing that they’d pried their way into his circle
  • He sobered up fairly quickly though when he got a streak of fear
  • Because what if they found out
  • He shook it off though
  • There was no way. None at all
  • When his first year at Hogwarts, he went home with three addresses in his pocket to owl
  • His father had shook his head
  • “You know I love you, but do you really think that these people will want to be friends with a monster?”
  • His mother had saved them from the fire and given them to him under a piece of brownie
  • “Your father doesn’t know what he’s saying; go owl your friends”
  • During his second year, Remus almost had a heart attack when Peter slammed a book about various creatures on the desk in front of him, opened to a page about werewolves
  • “I swear, I won’t tell anyone Remus” Peter said, fingers crossed behind his back
  • He’d tell the other boys if it was necessary
  • Which it was, when Remus showed up in class the day after the full moon looking like he’d run face-first into a tree
  • Remus almost killed Peter when James, Sirius and Peter all told him they’d become Animagi to help him out because it took you the whole damn year it wasn’t necessary
  • In third year, Remus wondered when exactly Sirius had started looking so attractive and fuck he needs to stop running his hand through his hair he’s killing me and that smirk tells me he knows it
  • Fourth year presented a challenge in the form of Peter trying to ask out Mary
  • His advice from Remus to just “go for it” wasn’t really working
  • Sirius decided to give Peter some flirting tips
  • Unfortunately, Remus was in the room at the time, and Sirius being very obvious, if the fact that they were having a staring contest while Sirius spoke was any indication
  • Peter scrapped Sirius’ suggestions when he saw how flustered Remus was getting and knew that Sirius had much different intentions
  • Remus was a Prefect in fifth year
  • Dumbledore had hinted that one of the reasons for this was so that he could try and keep the other three Marauders at bay
  • Remus figured that it would be better for everyone if he stop being involved
  • It might discourage the Marauders, but he’d be able to keep his friends
  • Friends that he had become very worried about losing over the summer
  • Peter hadn’t written because he was in America for the summer
  • James was forbidden to send owls by his parents, who had found out about a certain prank that had happened and were severely disappointed in James
  • And Sirius… Remus didn’t know why Sirius hadn’t written, but if the choppily cut hair and the various scars he spotted on his slightly-more-then-friend when he came back were any indication, it wasn’t anything good
  • Speaking of being slightly more then friends, Remus wasn’t sure as to what the relationship status between him and Sirius was
  • At least, he wasn’t until he found himself cornered one evening on Prefect duty
  • His partner pretended not to notice the various red marks on Remus’ neck when they met up at the end of the night
  • The whole school tried and failed to ignore the matching one’s on Sirius’ the next morning
  • It was very obvious to everyone(including Remus) as to what the relationship status between the two boys was
  • And Remus was quite pleased
  • In sixth year, Remus was happy to hear that Sirius had escaped to live with the Potters
  • Peter had finally asked Mary out on a date
  • The two were celebrating their three month anniversary a little bit after sixth year started
  • Sirius and Remus were going strong
  • And James
  • James was still trying to get Lily
  • Remus tried to give him suggestions
  • But James was set in his ways
  • It wasn’t until Lily called him and egotistical asshole who didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself that he started changing
  • The pranks lessened
  • He and Remus had more study sessions
  • And Remus found much more chocolate on his bedside table then usual
  • In seventh year, Remus was slightly dissapointed to find that it was James, and not him, who had been selected as Head Boy, but didn’t let envy over-take him for long
  • After all, James had worked hard to deserve it
  • It’s not like Remus was the tamer one
  • That he worked hard every single day
  • That he was struggling all of the time but still managed to do fairly well
  • Peter had had to take Remus aside to talk to him after Remus swung at James
  • Sirius had the unfortunate task of informing James of what was wrong
  • The next week was a bad mix of glares and almost hissing
  • It was only when Lily threatened to slap Remus that he apologized
  • He’d seen the receiving end of Lily’s slaps before
  • James had had to keep an ice-pack on for a couple days
  • As soon as he’d apologized, James quickly pulled him into his arms, and the two stood in the middle of the Common Room, hugging for about an hour
  • Sirius was crying
  • Peter was timing them
  • And Remus knew that whatever happened after Hogwarts, he’d at least have his friends for the rest of his life
  • How wrong he was
Meant to Be - Part Seven: Blue

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @ham-for-ham

Word Count: 2785

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of suicide

Dedicated to: @creepycute08 for bein’ awesome :D

A/N: good luck! also i neeeeeeeed art for this chapter omlll


“Dad,” Alex said, and he was surprised how calm his voice sounded.

George immediately turned his head sharply to look at his son. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Thomas,” he replied plainly. “I need to see him.”

“Right now?” George questioned, raising his eyebrows. “Why?”

“I don’t know…” Alex trailed off, and began to search frantically for a pen. He finally found one tucked in the back of the glove compartment. Thankfully, it hadn’t yet run out of ink, and with a bit of effort he managed to mark his skin.

His writing came out in a scrawl. Where are you? What do you need?

Alex tapped his fingers nervously on the window ledge as he waited for a response. George glanced over at his son every few seconds to see if he had any new information. It took almost a full minute before Thomas’ writing appeared again, shakier than Alex had ever seen it.

Park. You.

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HOODIE❃ Kang Daniel Scenario Angst/Fluff

A/N: I feel like this is somewhat hurried, but then again I wrote it out of boredom during a car ride so I don’t expect it to be very good. Inspired by Hey Violet’s Hoodie which somehow just made me think about Daniel the whole day. No trigger warning. Enjoy and thank you for reading.  



“I can’t keep your love,
I can’t keep your kiss, 
Gave you everything and all I got was this”

A damn hoodie. After two years full of laughs, tears and countless of unspoken I love you this was all you got. You weren’t complaining but at the same time you felt like it wasn’t enough. Few weeks ago you managed to convince yourself to delete all the photos you and Daniel took from your phone and also finally had the guts to delete his number; which truthfully wasn’t much of a help when you already knew it by heart.

The only thing you couldn’t persuade yourself to throw out was the piece of clothing made out of thick cotton. The black hoodie you were still wearing to sleep used to be his favorite one. It was simple, time-worn and you still chuckled whenever you remembered how the hole in the left arm was made.

“But Y/N watch me! I can totally ace that skate move down the stairs. I’m really good at this, look!” an overly excited Daniel yelled from the top of the metal staircase. You were sitting on the ground nodding absently and wishing you would be at the movies like he promised. But your lovely boyfriend had another idea about your date as it seemed. He signaled you to watch him and you did only to burst out laughing as he lost his balance in the middle and fell over.

“Wow you’re so good, babe! Damn, I wish I had your skills.” You said sarcastically while helping him get off the pavement as he cursed under his breath when he saw the dusty hole his little trick caused.

You smiled to yourself while remembering. Even now you were wearing that hoodie. It was large enough to make you feel comfortable and soft while Daniel’s faint citrus scent made you want to sink into the quicksand created by your pool of memories which kept coming back. You were torturing yourself, but at the same time it was sweet and you didn’t want to stop no matter how much it hurt. This hoodie was all that was left from what you once called “your home”.

Getting lost into the trail of thoughts you didn’t even hear the doorbell who had been constantly buzzing for the past few minutes. You got up from the maroon leather couch and opened the door lazily. Freezed in your spot you waved you right hand, barely being able to address a “hello”. Daniel was standing in front of your apartment, hands in his pockets and wearing the beautiful smile you were used to seeing every day.

“Hey. I was going to call you, I thought you weren’t home.” He said giving you a shy smile.

“But you have a key. Why don’t you use it?”

“I just… didn’t think it was right to since, you know… I don’t live here anymore. I actually came to ask you if you found my hoodie.”

You felt your heart broke a little with every word he spoke, but instead let out an awkward laugh to which he joined with a chuckle followed by both of you staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance to call you and tell you about it. Do you need it back now?” you finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

Your raised your eyes to look at his expression. Daniel gave you a sweet smile and placed a hand on your shoulder eyeing you up and down. You tugged at the end your sleeve awkwardly. Your body was stiff as he touched you and you could feel a wave of sorrow ghosting over you. Daniel seemed to have noticed it too and ruffled your bangs as he always used to when he saw you being sad. You complained and pushed his hand away.

“Do you need this now?”  You asked for a second time motioning to the piece of clothing you were wearing.

“I did come to take it back…” he paused for a moment “… but it looks better on you.”

He smiled brightly and looked at you fondly before continuing on a sweet tone:

“You can keep it, it always looked better on you anyway.” Daniel said grabbing your right hand into his warm one as you stood in the doorway with blooming pink cheeks.

Taking Care Of You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N L/N (Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After finding Dean in a awkward situation, the Reader finds out that taking care of him isn’t quite so bad.

Word Count: 2kish

Warnings: Light Cursing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @babypieandwhiskey‘s “Cam’s Darndest Things Writing Challenge”! I had the prompt: “Let go of my boob!” I hope you guys like it! *hides face* Feedback is definitely welcomed!!



The first thing that came to mind was: “Holy fricken hell!” There was no way that this actually happened. I mean, I’d heard countless stories of it occurring but to actually witness it with my own two eyes?

“This is insane,” I muttered as I stared at Dean’s bed, my eyes wide with shock. I looked up at Sam, his expression matching mine. “This is insane, right?”

Sam nodded, his brows knitting together as he fought hard to concentrate and analyze the situation at hand.

A small noise came from Dean’s bed and we both whipped our heads to it, our eyes wary. This was absolutely ludicrous.

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Sacrifices of War

“I’m pregnant. I’m not going to keep it.”

A story about hard choices, loss, and the dark moments of war that don’t happen on the battlefield.

Heavy Angst set during ACOWAR. Please read the tags to make sure you want to read this. If you would rather not read it (or need a small pick-me-up), I prepared some fluff.

Sacrifices of War (AO3)

“I’m pregnant.”

The words rang as hollow in the clearing as they rang in her heart. It almost surprised her that spoken out loud, they did not seem any different than in her mind. They were haunting, hurting, hollow things threatening to tear her apart if she lowered her shields even for one second. So she didn’t. Not even for him. Especially not for him.

Feyre raised her eyes from her knotted hands, trying to untangle her fingers and stop her nails from digging into her skin and drawing blood. Instead, she looked at the male she’d thrown those cruel words at, like knives and claws and teeth she had no control over. She’d thought longer how to tell him than about her decision. But no matter how long she fretted, she couldn’t find a way not to hurt him and time was running out. Their time. Her time. So she’d decided to call on him, meet him, hurt him. With words that should be joyful instead of cruel. Words that should mark a new beginning instead of an end.

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PLEASE READ THIS

For the past two days, I have spent my entire time glued to my phone helping somebody who was once a stranger to me. Two days ago, a stranger privately messaged me saying that she wanted some help. I’m not going to go into her details, but something traumatic had happened and she hadn’t felt the need to breathe no longer. So, I stopped writing and postponed the fics that needed to be uploaded, and I spoke to her all day and all night. It took two whole days to convince her that her life was worthy and I do not regret a single second of it. I saved a life and it makes me so damn happy.

The point of this whole thing is to remind you that you are NOT alone and that I am ALWAYS here to speak to. Suicide isn’t something I like and it’s a tough subject for me to deal with, but I’ll push through my trauma just to make sure you’re okay.

As most of you know (if you have been following me for the ten months), it has taken me nearly five months to return to daily activities after losing my best friend to suicide in early November last year. It had hurt more than I thought it would when I found out because in early January last year I had lost my only cousin to suicide and my best friend promised me he wouldn’t leave me that way. I had only just returned to daily activities before losing him, too. Now, I’m just a clueless mess on where to start living with my life. Nothing has been the same without the two of them bugging me constantly.

If you think that killing yourself is the only way to end all the pain you feel—let me remind you that it isn’t the only way. If you ever went through with that, all that pain you feel will drift into those who love and care for you and let me tell you know, that pain it is not the best. If you ever contemplate it, please message me. I wouldn’t want to lose another precious soul who belonged on this Earth. You are worthy of every breath you take. You are worthy of your existence. You are loved and you are cared for. You’re a beautiful person and you shouldn’t allow that to become nothing.

Talk to me about anything—anything that is troubling you, anything that is hurting you, anything that is harming your life—just message me and I’ll be there to listen to you. Heck, I’ll freaking facetime you just to make sure you are okay and I’ll stay up all night to make sure that you stay okay. You are strong and you are capable of living. You matter in this world and there is someone out there who is waiting for your existence to be present in their life. That person is me. I love you and I don’t want you to leave this world behind. I want you to stay and be strong and hold your head up and ignore the negativity. I believe that you can make it. I’ll help guide you through hell, even if it means I have to open old wounds just to help you find your light. I’ll crawl through Hell over and over again just to get you all to safety.

So put down that gun, get rid of the rope, throw away those pills, flush down that blade, step away from the edge of the highest building, walk away from that bridge and turn off that stove. Whatever way you are choosing to end your life, get away from it.

Please, I’m begging you. Don’t throw your life away just because there’s bad in it. Keep breathing and keep crawling and you’ll find something good. This is coming from someone who has lost two amazing people to suicide and who has thought about it and suffers from depression herself. You matter to me and to the world.

Keep living. Keep breathing. Stay alive.
There’s good coming your way, just be patient, honeybee. I love you so much.

Remember; message me whenever you want. I am always here to listen and to help you. 💖

Behind The Scenes 3 (17/21)

Author’s note: I know this one is shorter than usual, sorry about that. Sorry for any errors.

Word count: 2192

Genre: angst?drama? idk (Suga, Jhope, Jungkook)

City: Singapore (Day 3)

Summary: Suga and Jhope confront Y/n about her cutting them out.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


Now that you were back from the concert, Jungkook looked as tired as ever. In your opinion, it was his own fault for being so extra the entire time. Then again, he was probably just happy things were back to normal for the two of you. The whole day before the performance was filled with his non-stop attention to make up for the day you were not speaking to him.

You wanted to see the smile back on his face so you told him a few nice words. “You guys did great today, you especially!” you smiled.

“Well, thank you for noticing.” A bit of life now back in his face.

“You seem extra tired right now, you should take a shower first.” You said.

A smirk grew on his face and he stepped closer to you. “Ok, but how about you join me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “How about no!”

Jungkook laughed at the rejection. He wanted to keep going, but he held himself back, he knew better than to push things with you. “Well, if you change your mind, feel free to just hop in.” He walked over to his suitcase and began rummaging through it for his sleep clothes.

Oddly enough, there was a knock at the door that surprised the both of you.

“I’ll get it.” you offered and walked over to see who it was.

You looked through the peephole to see Suga and Jhope standing out in the hallway looking like lost and tired puppies. When you opened the door, they jumped up and turned to you with much urgency.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Suga blurted out

You looked between the two of them blankly, still not wanting to talk to them. You slowly closed the door, but Jhope desperately threw his foot in its path and kept it from closing.

“Y/n.” Suga said in a soft voice. “You promised me that’d we’d talk later, now it’s later.”

He was right. You kept up with the whole silent treatment going on for long enough. Without a word, you walked back in to the room, leaving the door open so they can follow you inside. “Who was at the door, ba-“ Jungkook’s words stopped when he looked up from his suitcase and saw Suga and Jhope step into the room. “Hm? What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to have a talk with y/n.” Jhope answered.

Jungkook looked at you as your eyes wandered around the room. He came up to you and whispered, “Jimin told me everything. Are you cool with this?”

You nodded. “Just go take a shower.”

Jungkook let you all be. He walked past the three of you and to the bathroom. However, without anyone noticing, he only stayed by the restroom door and kept his eye on you as the conversation was about to begin.

“What do you guys want?” you asked.

Jhope looked over at Suga and Suga nodded that he could speak first. “Y/n, what did we do to you that you won’t speak to us?” Jhope asked.

You let out a heavy sigh, preparing for a lengthy explanation.

“Whatever we did, whatever I did, I’m sorry. We just don’t want you pushing us away like this.” Jhope added.

“… I don’t trust you guys.” you finally admitted.

The two of them looked confused and Suga was quick to get offended. “What do you mean you don’t trust us? We are your friends!”

“No, you’re not!” you raised your voice right back at him.

“Of course we’re your friends! How could you say that?!?” Jhope was confused more than anything.

You scoffed at him. “Then it doesn’t come off that way. It hasn’t in a long time!”

“What do you mean?” Suga asked.

You could feel your eyes stinging a bit at just the thought of what you were going to say, but you did your best to kept yourself at bay. “For months the both of you have been brushing me off! I’m always last for you two! You never pay attention to me cuz you were both too busy getting drunk or high, o-or when you were both lying to Aiko and Mei-hui! There was never any time for me, not even when I need you guys!”

“What are you talking about?” Suga snapped. “We have been by your side since the beginning! We have always been looking out for you!”

“But what about now?!?” your voice cracked a bit. “I need you guys now too!”

They both stayed quiet for a moment. “But we have been trying to talk to you! You were the one that was pushing us away!” Suga retorted.

“You only came to me when you were done with everything else. I was never a priority! It took you guys a few days to even realize that I wasn’t talking to either of you! Did you guys know what happened back in Beijing? Namjoon got after me and almost gave me a concussion cuz it looked like I was having “too much fun” on Jungkook’s birthday outing! Afterwards, I was scared and crying so Jungkook went to get one of you guys, but neither of you weren’t able to talk let alone be there for me!”

Both of them stayed quiet.

“Yoongi!” you finally used Suga’s real name. “Remember that little deal you made with Hiro? Big surprise, it didn’t work!” you whimpered. “Back in Os- in… in Osaka, Jimin and I were locked in the room with him! It was between me and Jimin and he came after me first!  H-h-he told me he didn’t care about the stupid money! He was going to take me if he wanted to! If-If it wasn’t for Ji-Jimin, who knows what he would have done to me!”

With tears in his eyes, Jhope asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell us? You still could have come talk to us about it…”

“Don’t say we weren’t there for you y/n! How could we have known any of this if you never said anything?!?” Suga said.

“You could have come to my room and come talk to me like before! You guys never came anymore and when I’d talk to you guys you were always on your fucking phones! It was always Mei-hui this and Aiko that! Both of you doing just as that monster told you, but what about me?!?”

“We had to!” Suga raised his voice a bit. “All this Aiko and Mei-hui stuff was for Namjoon, yeah, but it was also a way to protect you!”

“No!” you yelled. “No, no, no!” you were losing control of your voice again. “Don’t give me that bullshit! I was supposed to be the mule! Me! It was never supposed to be anyone else, but you went and opened your fucking mouth and made him change his mind! Plus, the whole reason I was supposed to be the mule in the first place is so that Hoseok can keep his fucking pills! Everything revolves around those damn fucking pills and I’m sick of it!”

Jhope lowered his head, but Suga kept at it. “I wasn’t gonna put you through having to be the mule for the whole tour! I wasn’t gonna risk anything happening to you or you getting hurt from it!” He insisted as he took a step towards you.

“So it was better to get six other girls instead?!?” you fought back.

“We care about you y/n! I care about you! At the end of the day, they were random girls, what mattered to me was that you were okay and that Namjoon got what he wanted so he wouldn’t use you against us!”

Suga’s words disgusted you. “Fuck you!” you shouted. “Don’t you hear the sick shit that’s coming out of your mouth?!?”. Your eyes shot between the two of them. Jhope had stray tears rolling down his face, while Suga fought to keep his composure. “Both of you make me sick!” you spat. “Back before the tour there was a time that I really needed you guys.” you paused to clear your throat. “I was really lonely and I felt abandoned cuz it was months s-since you guys had even snuck into my room to talk to me…” your voice began to falter, but you tried hard to keep speaking. “This was before anything had happened with Hiro and I just needed a friend. I wasn’t close to Tae or Jungkook or Jimin yet, so I looked for you guys.” you let out an ironic chuckle just thinking back to that day. You felt so stupid that at one point you felt Suga or Jhope could be there for you. “I wanted someone to vent to so I went to Hoseok’s room, but as usual, he was as high as a fucking kite!” you glared had shift from Jhope to Suga. “So I went to your room Yoongi. And no surprise, you were as wasted as can be! Stupid me stayed in your room though. I was that desperate to talk to one of my “friends”.” You studied their faces and they both looked so lost, as if you were speaking a different language. “And you wanna know what happened? You fucking kissed me because you thought I was Aiko!

“Huh? I don’t remember that!” Suga said quietly to himself, a perplexed look stayed on his face as you continued to yell at them.

“You should have heard the things you were saying that night! I know you cared about her so don’t fucking tell me she was just “some random girl” or that you were just “following orders”. I started off as just some random girl! What makes me any different from the rest of them?!? Mei-hui, Aiko, Eunhee, Lailani, Chuntao and whoever the next girl is, they were all girls that trusted you guys and were manipulated!… I’ve been stuck with you guys for what feels like years now and I’ve seen all side of you guys and accepted it all… but this, this is something else entirely! My life is not worth the lives of six others!” you cried. “I should be the one that’s dead, not the rest of those girls! It should be my body lost somewhere!” your sobs grew louder and you could feel yourself getting lost in what you were originally trying to say. “I should be dead! I should have died a long time ago! You should have let him kill me!” you screamed. “I fucking hate my fucking life! I wish I was fucking dead! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would have gladly let Namjoon kill me!”

Both boys were now overfilled with guilt and were in tears just as you were. Jhope came up to you and hugged you. He was too distraught and didn’t realize how loud he was when he said. “No y/n! Please don’t say that! Please!”

You tried to push him off because he was basically screaming in your ear.

Suga was about to walk up to you and do the same when Jungkook appeared. He pushed passed Suga and pulled Jhope off you. “Both of you leave her alone!” he ordered.

“You shut the fuck up!” Suga shouted at Jungkook. “I’m tired of your ass always getting in between us and y/n. Mind your own damn business!” Suga shouted, pulling Jungkook away from the three of you.

“It involves y/n, so it is my business!”

Suga could feel his emotions boiling. “Fuck you! You don’t mean anything to her!”

“I mean more to her than you do! You heard what she said, so both of you back off!” Jungkook said sternly, giving Suga’s shoulder a hard shove.

Suga clenched his jaw. “You’re one to talk! How many people are dead because of you, huh?” Suga got in his face and asked something he knew he would regret later, “Why don’t we ask Yoona?!?”

At just the sound of his ex’s name, a look of rage consumed Jungkook. “You fucking bastard!”. He pushed Suga hard to the wall. Jungkook charged at him, his fist drawn back to land a punch.

Suga ducked and Jungkook’s fist broke through the drywall. Suga tackled Jungkook at his core and pushed him all the way across the room and slamming him against the wall and causing a large portrait to be knocked down, shattering the glass table that was under it.

Jhope ran over to you and shielded you from the fight. “Guys! Stop!” he begged.

They didn’t listen and kept fighting. Jungkook shoved Suga off him and as Suga caught his balance, Jungkook landed a solid punch on his eye.

Suga stumbled and caught himself again, this time with the dresser and accidentally knocked the TV over in the process. Still seeing red, Jungkook attacked Suga with a series of punches, each one landed on Suga anywhere from the gut to the top of his head. Suga never had a chance to recover or fight back.

With all the fighting and the crying, no one noticed Rap monster step into the room until his voice boomed. “What the fucking is going on here?!?”

In that moment, Jungkook landed one last punch on Suga’s jaw and Suga fell to the floor unconscious.


Finals are coming up *screams into the abyss* so for any of you guys that also feel like they are drowning, I hope you don’t. *cries and crawls back to textbooks*

Scotch (Crowley x Reader)

You tiptoed through the bunker until you got to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it about halfway full of scotch from a bottle you’d found in the back of the cupboard.
“What’re you doing up?” Sam’s voice came up from behind you. The glass shook slightly in your hand as you turned around. Sam was rubbing his eyes sleepily.
“I thought a drink would help me get to sleep. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Sam shook his head with a yawn.
“No….I just came out here for….a beer.” He grabbed a cold one out of the fridge. “Night (Y/n)…” He headed back to his room. Once his door closed you sighed in relief.
“That was close.” You tried to hurry to the bunker’s dungeon after that. You didn’t need to get caught bringing a glass of scotch to the king of hell. The last thing you needed was for Sam or Dean to find out you did this almost every night. Truth was that you were kind of developing a relationship with the demon king. You silently stepped into the “dungeon”. You glanced down at the devil’s trap on the floor before getting to the filing cabinets.
“Is it time for my drink already?” Crowley’s voice piped up from behind them. You pulled them out as slowly and silently as physically possible before smiling at him.
“Yes.” He smiled back.
“I’m glad.” You winked as you handed him the glass, all the while sitting down across from him. He took the whole thing in one swig.
“Me too. I really hope the guys go out on a hunt soon so I can see you in the day. Not just 1 in the god damned morning.” He let out a weak laugh putting down the glass.
“Don’t I wish…” You caught his eyes before leaning over the table.
“Until then….” You slid your hand around his tie and pulled him up to your lips. He didn’t object as your lips met his. You could taste the scotch on his lips. You pulled away before running a hand down the side of his face. “We’ll just have to deal with this.” He smirked.
“I wouldn’t mind a little more.” You quirked an eyebrow.
“Me or the scotch?” He licked his lips.
“Both.”

anonymous asked:

I know I'm late but can you do 16 for Marvin/Whizzer

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

16. brand new neighbors au

Whizzer Brown doesn’t do house warming anything. He doesn’t do home. He has a place of his own, he sleeps theres sometimes, spends the rest of his time either in the studio or in other people’s apartments, that’s all. His interior design is consistently minimalistic; undeniably stylish, but easy to pack up should he desire to move again. Because if there’s one thing he does ridiculously well it’s disappearing. 

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The Damn Photos - Conor Maynard

Request: Hello love can you write one for Conor based on his song “Pictures”? 😍😘 xx

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Listening to this song, I always thought writing an imagine for it would be easy but damn, it was difficult! I hope you like it!

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Conor’s POV

“I can’t wait to see her, bro.” I said to Jack, as we left the airport. 

I had been in the States for a couple of months but had left (y/n) behind. I had the most amazing opportunity to write with Bruno Mars and there was no way in hell I could turn that down. Even though, it was such a great time, I couldn’t help but miss (y/n) every second of the day. We’ve been together for a year now and every day I just get happier and happier. Unfortunately, because of her job she wasn’t able to come to the States with me so seeing her was something I was looking forward to for a long time.

“She’s missed you a lot. I actually haven’t talked to her in a bit but the last time I saw her, she couldn’t stop listening to your songs.” Jack said, laughing.

The drive back to the apartment felt like years because of how excited I was. I couldn’t wait to just wrap my arms around her and spend the whole day cuddling her. But when I walked into the apartment, my mouth dropped.

“What the hell…” Jack said but I remained silent.

All over the living room was torn up photos of me and (y/n) and I couldn’t help but feel as if my whole life had been ripped up. Almost everyday I would take photos of (y/n), mainly because she was gorgeous but also because I wanted to be able to look back on the photos, with or without (y/n) and remember how happy I was in those moments. Pictures were a great way of remembering life but someone had taken the photos and erased them.

I walked further into the living room and saw one photo that had been kept whole. It was of me leaving some club in LA with a girl. But it wasn’t like that. She was just a friend but of course, the press always creates stories that aren’t true.

“Hope you had fun in LA.” was written over the photo.

“Damn…she’s good.” Jack said, coming out from the bedroom. “She took everything. Every photo, everything she owned, everything she ever bought you…it’s gone.”

Three days later

It’s been three days since I came back to London to an apartment full of ripped up photos. I had messaged (y/n) asking her to meet up and she finally agreed. I needed to explain to her what was really happening in that photo and I needed her back in my life.

“Let’s make this quick.” She said, sitting down at the table. 

She’s always been an outspoken girl and she made it very clear from the beginning of our relationship that she doesn’t give second chances but I had to try. As I began to explain what really happened, I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe me.

“You took everything…I didn’t even know you were leaving which is one thing and then to have you take everything that you ever laid eyes on…I just-”

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re the one who forgot about me first. You ‘forgot’ you had a girlfriend when you went to that club. You ‘forgot’ you had a girlfriend when you went home with that girl. You ‘forgot’ you had a girlfriend the next morning when you didn’t call me. This is all because of you.”

“You could have let me explain.” I stated. All I wanted was for her to hear my explanation of what really happened but she had already made up her mind.

“I don’t need you to. You erased me from your mind that night, so I erased myself from your memory. So I ripped the photos and took any trace of me from your place and went on my way.”

“(y/n)…” I whispered. My voice was low because I didn’t really know what to say. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to be able to save us. “I miss you…”

“That’s not my problem.” She said and before I could reply, she gathered up her things and left.

I sat there, thinking about everything. I really did care about her and I really wanted her in my life but now I can’t even look back and think about the good times we had. She ripped the damn photos.

Damn good.

Hii, I finally finished this story. It literally took me ages to write it but here it is! This is very smutty so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with stuff like that. This has not beed proofread so please forgive any mistakes.xxxx

It was a hard day. Work was almost overwhelming, people were annoying her and the fact that Harry had a long studio day and probably wouldn’t be home until the middle of the night made it even worse.
If she was being honest the whole week was hell for her. She had so many things to do at work right now, so many things that kept her in the office longer than usual. On top of that her coworkers were getting on her nerves and her boss made her do things she wasn’t even supposed to do.
And Harry wasn’t there. He was there, in the same city at least and he slept in the same bed as her but she never saw him. She had to leave every morning before he was awake and when she came home in the evening he wasn’t there yet because he seemed to spend his whole day in the studio.
It was frustrating and taking a toll on her. She noticed how her mood got worse every day, how she became snappy and impatient.
She needed Harry. She missed him.
She missed waking up to his soft kisses. She missed cuddling him. She missed talking to him. She even missed their occasional bickering.
But what she missed probably the most was sex. It’s been forever since they’ve had a intimate moment and she was craving him. She was craving his body on top of her, his hips rocking into hers and making her eyes roll back from all the pleasure she felt.
So she couldn’t help it when her hands started to wander south when she took a shower. She was spreading her shower gel on her skin, her hands rubbing over a few places a little longer than usual.
When she washed the bubbles away she couldn’t contain the soft moan that slipped past her lips when she held the shower head against her aching center. She couldn’t do that though. Harry hated it when she pleasured herself when he was home.

“Don’t want you to touch yourself. Not when I’m home. It’s my job, innit? My job to make you feel good, shouldn’t do it on your own when I’m here.”

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t here. Hasn’t been here the whole week.
So she kept the shower head in that position, the water hitting her pussy in the most perfect way and making her body tremble and her lips open in a ‘o’-shape.
It felt good. So fucking good. And she couldn’t stop. The water hit her clit so perfectly and made her feel so good that there was no way she could stop.
She was close already, the knot in her stomach growing tighter and tighter and making her muscles clench.
She was so caught up in her pleasure and being so loud that she didn’t even hear the bathroom door open. She also didn’t hear how someone took of their clothes. Or how someone pulled the shower curtain to the side right when she came. She almost screamed when her orgasm hit her, the waves of pleasure so intense that her body fell forward and she had to brace herself on the wall.
Harry watched all that from behind. He watched how her body shook and how her ass cheeks clenched together. He listened to every moan and shout that left her lips. And he already knew how her face looked in that moment, all scrunched up and almost looking like she was in pain but he knew it was the total opposite.
“Enjoying yourself, love?”
She dropped the shower head when she heard his raspy voice, the sound echoing through the walls of the bathroom. She turned around immediately, her cheeks a dark shade of pink and Harry wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the powerful orgasm she just had.
“H-Harry… I didn’t expect you home until the middle of the night.” her voice was full of panic.
“So you thought it would be a good idea to pleasure yourself?” he asked almost angrily.
He was standing in the shower now, towering over her smaller frame.
“Thought you were with another man when I came in. Heard your moans from downstairs, thought you were fucking someone else.”
He took another step forward, his hands reaching out and taking hold of her ass, pulling her soaked body to his roughly. She whimpered when she felt his naked skin against hers.
“Did it feel good, baby?“
She nodded shamefully, her cheeks still red from embarrassment.
“Better than when I touch you?”
“No.” she shook her head.
“Then why did you do it? Why didn’t you wait until I was home so I could do it properly?”
She only shrugged her shoulders, her eyes looking at the floor but that wasn’t good enough for Harry. He slapped her ass with both of his hands, the force making her jerk forward against his body and a low whine left her lips. He dug his fingers in her flesh afterwards, only so much to cause a tiny bit of a sting.
“Why did you do it?” he almost growled this time.
“Y-You weren’t there and this whole week was so shitty and I just needed a release and-”
“And you couldn’t wait until I was home.”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered.
“Sorry doesn’t help you now.”
She knew he wasn’t really angry, it was more his ego that she hurt. But if she was quite honest she didn’t care about his ego being hurt in that moment. The only thing she cared about was his naked body pressed against hers and his dick which was already beginning to get hard.
He bent down to pick up the shower head, the running water hitting his skin immediately and making it glisten which caused Y/N to whimper at the sight. He fumbled with it for a few moments until the water came out of it with more force.
Y/N looked at him with confusion when he just stood there for a moment, doing nothing. But the he grabbed her by her arm and spun her around, her back crashing against his chest. A surprised squeal escaped her lips at Harry’s rough action but it was soon replaced by a low moan when she felt his dick slipping between her thighs. Her hands reached down to touch him but before she could his voice stopped her.
“Don’t touch it.”
“But-”
“Don’t. Touch. It.”
His free hand grabbed her right thigh, lifting it and making her foot plant on the step of their shower where countless bottles of sweet smelling products were situated.
His hand was reaching down between her legs then, cupping her center for a second before he spread her lips apart and immediately held the shower head so the water hit her clit directly.
She threw her head back, the back of it hitting Harry’s shoulder, and she moaned out loudly. Her hands reached up to wrap around Harry’s neck and he let her, groaning softly when she tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. She felt her muscles clenching at the intense pleasure the water made her feel against his cock, which was pressed right between her legs due to the position they were in and how hard he was.
He kept the shower head right in this position and his fingers right against her, spreading her apart. But when her moans got louder and her hips began to move he turned the water off.
“Harry!” she exclaimed and tugged harshly on his hair.
“Bed. Now.”
She turned around and looked at him incredulously.
“What? I’m all wet!”
“Well, I’d hope so.”
“N-no, I mean-”
Love.” he said warningly.
“You’re already in trouble. If I were you I’d behave now. Lay down on the bed.”
She looked at him for another moment and then sighed and made her way to the bedroom where she laid down on the bed how he wanted her to.
He came in ten seconds later, satisfied with how she wad laying there.
“You can be a good girl after all, hm?” he spoke while he walked over to her.
She was looking up at him, how he stood there in all his naked glory. She was amazed every time by how confident he was. He wasn’t ashamed to show of his body at all, not that there was anything to be ashamed of anyway. He was perfect. His face was perfect. His body was perfect. Everything about him was so perfect and so sexy. This man was pure sex. Which made it even worse that she didn’t have him all week.
He placed his knees on the bed, shuffling up until he was hovering over her. He leaned down until his chest met hers and his lips were brushing over hers.
“You know I don’t like it when you pleasure yourself.” he whispered against her lips.
“It’s my job.”
“I know and I’m so sorry but-”
He interrupted her with a hard kiss, her voice dying immediately. She gasped for air when he pulled away again.
“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?”
She was completely into the submissive role now, her head shaking no.
“Good.”
He pulled back from her body, sitting back to spread her legs for him. Under any different circumstances she would have shut them again immediately or covered herself but she didn’t because this was Harry. And Harry loved her body just as much as she loved his.
He moved so he was right between her legs and Y/N gasped when he took hold of his shaft, expecting him to thrust inside of her but who did she think he was. Of course he would tease her. He let his cock slip between her lips, thrusting his hips like he would if he would be inside of her. But he wasn’t.
A whine left her lips out of frustration and also pleasure because even though he wasn’t inside of her it still felt good.
“What, baby? What’re you whining for, hm?”
She looked at him with watery eyes, her lip wobbling with all the frustration that built up inside of her.
“You can say it, baby girl.”
“You’re cock, Harry. Want your cock.”
“But you already have it, baby.”
He kept on moving his hips, one hand placed on her lower stomach to press his cock more against her with his finger. He knew she was loosing her mind. He was making her loose her mind.
“W-want it inside of me.” she whimpered.
“Inside of you? Think you deserve that?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing she didn’t deserve it.
“Please.” she pleaded.
He watched her for a moment before he shook his head.
“Turn around.”
She sighed but did what he said, turning on her stomach. She felt him spreading her legs apart. She turned her head to look at him but he shook his head and motioned with his hand for her to turn around. She sighed again but turned her head.
After a few moments she felt the head of Harry’s cock at her entrance, his tip slipping inside and not moving for a moment before he let himself fill her up completely, his hips snapping against hers. A relieved moan left Y/N’s lips when he was fully inside of her, the stretch burning so good inside of her.
She felt Harry leaning down, his chest meeting her back and one hand of his stroking her wet hair to the side so he could kiss around her shoulder.
“That’s what you wanted when you were in the shower?”
“Yes. Wanted your cock so bad.”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“God, yes. It fills me up so perfectly. I wanted your cock so badly inside of me earlier. Missed it so much. Felt so… empty.”
Harry choked on his own breath when he heard that, his hips instantly starting to move. He rolled them against her, the movement making his cock slide back and forth between her slick walls that coated him with her arousal.
A intense moan sounded from Y/N immediately, her hands grabbing onto the sheets and her upper body lifting up, her elbows holding her up on the mattress.
Harry’s head dropped to her shoulder, his lips pressing countless kisses to her skin that was still slightly damp from the shower she took earlier.
“So good, baby. Feel so good for me.”
His fast movements made the bed move, the headboard hitting the wall over and over again with each roll of his hips. Y/N was a whimpering and moaning mess, the frustration of the week slowly subsiding now that she had him again.
“You want to come, hm? Can feel your pussy clenching around me.”
A choked ‘yes’ left her lips and Harry felt her getting closer and closer, her hips coming off the mattress each time Harry thrusted back in. Her body was starting to squirm, writhe underneath him and he knew that in a few short seconds she would come around him.
But he didn’t let her.
He pulled away from her right when she reached the edge, his cock escaping her tight pussy. He sat back on the bed and watched how she turned around quickly and released a frustrated shout, her hips squirming and lifting off the mattress in search for friction.
He calmed her down with stroking her cheek, a soft ‘shhh’ sounding from his lips.
“You’re okay, baby.”
“No. I’m not.” she whined.
“Shhh.” he made again and shuffled between her thighs, his hands spreading her legs apart.
He almost moaned when he looked down at where she was aching for him. Her skin was pink, glistening with wetness. Her hole was actually visible now, stretched from when his cock spread her walls.
Her hips lifted off the bed, searching for anything he would give her but he pressed her down, giving her a warning look. He settled himself between her legs so that he would be able to thrust inside her but he didn’t. Not yet.
He took hold of himself, his hand wrapping around his base. He let the tip of his cock slap against her pussy, something he learned she enjoyed quite a lot but maybe not right now.
“Harry!”
He rammed himself inside of her when she screamed out for him, watching how her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs fell open for him completely.
He leaned down on her, his hands on either side of her head to hold him up.
“Want me to make you come?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Don’t know if I want to, though. Already had your orgasm today, right?”
“Please, Harry. I’m so sorry.”
And he almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
He began to fuck her again, his hips moving with a dazzling pace that made her toes curl. His cock massaged her walls in just the perfect way, rubbing over that one spot inside of her that made her scream and shout.
Her body began to squirm again, the pleasure overwhelming her. It always happened when he denied her her orgasm, her body writhing underneath him, her head rolling from side to side and her hands gripping onto the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her voice was getting louder too, her moans turning into screams.
She was getting close again, he felt it. And just like before he removed his body from hers just when she was about to reach her peak. A frustrated cry left her, a sob right afterwards. He looked down at her restless body, how she trashed around the bed. He almost gasped when he saw tears running down her face, thinking he went to far and did something wrong.
“Shh, baby. Hey, look at me.”
He held her face still between his hands, catching her watering eyes.
“You okay?”
“No! I-I just want you to make me come.”
“And I will. Needed to punish you for a bit, didn’t I?”
Her response was a wet sounding whimper, her eyes still producing frustrated tears.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
She did what he said, turning around with shaky limps, her arms and knees almost giving out when she was finally in the perfect position.
Harry leaned down and pressed a few kissed to her spine, his hands on her ass cheeks and spreading them apart so he could take a good look at her soaked pussy.
He couldn’t take it anymore himself, the sight alone of her could make him come immediately. He straightened himself up again and took hold of his shaft before he he pressed hisself into her to the hilt. She cried out when he filled her completely, her body jerking forward due to it’s sensitivity. He lifted her body up with his arms around her waist, making her back hit his chest. She grabbed onto his wrists, her nails boring into his skin. He began to pound her then, his hips moving so fast and so hard they created a filthy sound when they met her ass.
Y/N was screaming and moaning and sobbing, the control over her body completely gone. Harry was moaning and groaning too, right into her neck and his movements got harder and faster every single time.
She was close within a few short moments, her body trembling against his, every moan louder than the one before.
“D-Don’t pull out. P-please, let me come.” she whimpered out, her voice absolutely desperate.
His response was his wandering hand, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in hard circles. And she exploded. She screamed out, her body trashing against his and her pussy releasing a hot liquid that coated Harry’s cock and soaked his thighs. The harsh clenching of her pussy and the sight of her squirting made Harry come as well, deep inside of her and filling her up with his cum. She was still coming when Harry came down from his high, the waves of overwhelming pleasure wrecking her body and making her loose every ability to do anything but moan. It seemed like she couldn’t stop coming, the pleasure just kept on cursing through her body and the waves of her orgasm kept hitting her. Harry couldn’t stop moaning either, the constant squeezes of her pussy milking him of every drop.
When her body finally came down she fell against Harry completely, her whole body feeling like jelly. Her breathing was harsh, occasional whimpers and soft moans still leaving her lips.
Harry pulled out of her then but still held her against his body, making sure she wouldn’t fall to the side.
“You okay, my love?” he asked her gently with a kiss against her shoulder.
She responded with a whimper that sounded so broken and so wrecked that Harry almost felt guilty.
He lied her down on her back after a while, pulling the sheets over her still trembling body. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her breathing was still harsh, her chest heaving with every intake of air.
“That was the best orgasm I ever had.” she whispered when he lied down beside her.
He looked at her with a proud smirk, her eyes now half open.
“Seemed like it as well. Soaked my thighs, love.”
She blushed a bit at his words, the embarrassment clearly visible.
“I’m sorry about that. Don’t know what happened.”
“No reason to apologize. Was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’d say your boyfriend is a damn good fuck.” he grinned.
She chuckled and nodded, her Hand lifting to stroke his cheek.
“I’d say so as well.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you recommend some good mclennon fics that you've read over time? Thanks :)

Oh dear. I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS QUESTION MY WHOLE LIFE. also, it took me several days to answer this because i just kept thinking about the fics i could put here. the fics aren’t in a particular order. ALL OF THESE ARE GOOD. and there are many

Impossible Opening, by beatle_boots

Rating: R
Why is it damn good: Some good old traditional pining!John, Paul being a stubborn bull and thinking “no homo” but still on the way there (he just lives in sweet, sweet denial), tension-filled relationship progression, all the goodies are here.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌

If I Fell, by eppic

Rating: R
Why is it damn good: This is actually the fic that got me into shipping John and Paul (along fiona’s drawings). It has stayed as one of my favourites for all these years, for nostalgia or for the quality? I don’t know, but this fic changed my life. Also a warning: After this you’ll never be able to listen to If I Fell without thinking about this fic and having FEELINGS
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

April Fool, by beatle_boot

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: Cynthia dies while giving birth to Julian (a whole new perspective of what might have happened), John and Paul take care of Julian like an old married couple, John and Paul become an old married couple. What’s not to like? Includes Paul pining over John, John pining over Paul, Satisfyingly slow build, and Julian being just plain adorable. Aww. Definitely one of my favourites.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

Je Ne Regrette Rien, by many authors

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: A multi-author collaboration about the Paris trip; 14 chapters, 13 authors, each taking one day of Paul and John’s two-week travelling. It’s a great thing, and a wholesome story even with the author changing at every chapter. Highly recommend ;))
Overall rating: 👌👌👌

This, That, Drinks And Dreams, by Deux_Lunes

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: Okay, so this is one of my ABSOLUTE favs. I don’t know what it is in this that makes me come back over and over again, but. Paul mopes after John’s gone into Spain, and gets drunk, and complains to George, who makes John come over, and it is just perfect. Aaahhh. This fic is like a soothing salvation after a hard day at uni. Read it. Full five points.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌

Discipline, by Deux_Lunes

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: From the same author, and, well, dear god. There is basically no plot. Just good old spanking and… well, that’s it. Smut. Perfect.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

Ah, Look at All the Lonely People, by Gereiheimer

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: Paul is a priest, John is a rich artist. John meets Paul in a god-forsaken village and they kind of fall for each other (”kind of” is underestimating the feelings in this one). I think this is also one of the first ones I read, and I love it still.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

The Japanese Incident, by lukinha_jesus

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: Well, of course this fic is here. Never before has porn with a plot been so good. And it is literally just that; Porn. But there’s a plot included, as an extra. Which is wonderful. I could put all of lukinha’s fics here but I’ll restrain myself to my extra favs.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌

Roughhouse, by lukinha_jesus

Rating: R (I guess)
Why is it damn good: This is a small fic, but it’s been my beloved one ever since I read it. Funny, and hot in a slightly surprising way. Also hella cute. This is seriously probably my favourite fic, which is funny considering that it’s so…. small. But I keep coming back to it no matter what, and it always brings my mood up. It’s a fic for pure, silly enjoyment <33
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 (x100000)

Black Olives + I Want You, by lukinha_jesus

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: hhgnhnnhghngnh I accidentally read these in a reversed order at the first time, and was slightly confused (if you’ve read these, you can imagine). After that I’ve read them in the right order about a million times, and I am no longer confused. I am in love. Remember to check the warnings in these two. Basically BDSM/dub-con/kinky sex.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌

Très Beau, by lukinha_jesus

Rating: R
Why is it damn good: This is such a good fic, and cute. It also features French, which always makes me smile smugly (for no reason at all). I think it’s one of lukinha’s earlier works, but it’s still great. Her writing honed excellently over the years, but this is a good example of her potential as a fic writer even before she had tackled all the “good writer’s tips”. Just great fun reading this.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

Boy, You’ve Been A Naughty Girl, by Merseysidestory

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: …..Do I really have to say why this is good? Despite the slight off-characterisation of Paul (which is totally fine!), this is a damn good fic. Contains a lot of women’s dresses, John pining over Paul, and being wonderfully oblivious. Also, sex in a chair 👌
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌

Come Together, by Merseysidestory

Rating: NC-17
Why is it damn good: The boys… come… all over… Paul. That’s it. There’s no plot. It’s just sex. I don’t know if I should really put this sinful work on this list, but…. i’m going into hell anyway? SO ENJOY THIS SMUTTY PIECE OF GOLD. remember not to kink-shame me for this
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌 (……… 👌👌👌👌 👌👌👌👌)

Hare Fucking Krishna, by Smilesawakeyou

Rating: PG-13
Why is it damn good: This is a rather new find of mine, which I only recently discovered with all the JP-library building. It’s set around George’s death, and he is… well, basically on his deathbed, and he’s got some unfinished business to sort out with Paul, and it makes you laugh and cry, but it’s beautiful. Definitely on my list of “new favourites”
Overall rating: 👌👌👌

Small Paul’s Singularge Experience, by the_anglophile

Rating: NC-17
Why is it so damn good: This is just a perfectly funny fic. I first read it yeeeeaaars back when it was on LJ, and it just makes me crack up every time. Basically, Paul stays small (Help! Universe), and he and John…. Well, they find ways to have fun with that. In an NC-17 way. haha
Overall rating: 👌👌👌

Lifting Latches/Sending Postcards, by thinkpink20

Rating: NC-17
Why is it so damn good: A classic, a favourite, DAMN GOOD. You just kind of want to…. like…. ugh…. push….. Paul and John into each other’s arms…… and….. UGH-
In all seriousness, just a prime example of how small actions can lead into big ones, and IT HAS SO MUCH PAUL PINING OVER JOHN. I LOVE IT.
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌

And last, but not least…

Wednesday Evening Salons + The Elephant Dance + Too Much Rain, by yes_2day
Rating: NC-17
Why is it so damn good: I don’t know how many of y’all actually know this fic, but it is just… well, I have no words for how great it is. It’s a bit difficult to read the chapters, thanks to LJ’s impossible systems, and then fic might start a bit slowly, but in the end it’s totally worth it. The whole fic is still going on, and it already has about 250 chapters? That’s a lot of chapters for a quality fic. Also, you’ll fall in love with the author’s two OC’s. I know I did and I just scream with delight whenever they appear in the fic.
Basically, John doesn’t die in 1980, and Paul and John entwine in a complicated and difficult relationship, managing to stand through hardship and years, and the fic is written so well that I sometimes forget things didn’t happen that way. Then I get sad. But then I read another chapter and get happy again. And get sad again ‘cos it’s not real. It’s a never-ending circle. I just can’t praise this one enough. (Gotta get it into the library ASAP, but there are…. a lot of chapters….)
Overall rating: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 + BLESS THIS FIC

Well, that’s all for now. There are so many, and as you can see, most of these (well, all of them) are from LJ. Some of them I like because of nostalgic reasons, but mostly because they are just so good. And I’m a really, really picky reader. Have fun reading!

anonymous asked:

to mod: [[[you might not see this but]]] THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CREATING THIS BLOG!! I immediately followed you when I discovered it, and went through all of the posts in 3 days! (DAMN THERE ARE 155 PAGES [what is sleep]). You are such a funny and talented artist and you portray Crocodile really well! Actually this blog is what brought me back to the one piece fandom (I took a 2 years break) and now I have a lot of catching up to do!!!!YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!! AND AGAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!<3

Ahh I’ve had this blog for about two years and it’s been so much fun this whole time! Thank you so much for your kind words, it means so much to me.

I’m still really proud of some of the early posts on this blog, so I’m glad people are still seeing them haha. I hope you have a wonderful day!

lucky ☆ star ask meme;

episode one:
↪ the girl who dashes off.

Wow _____, you’re so good at sports. Why don’t you join a team? ❞  
Because if I joined a team, I’d miss out on all the prime-time anime. ❞  
So, which end of this thing is the head? ❞  
Doesn’t it look like a seashell? ❞  
It figures you’d know that. You’re so smart. ❞  
How do I eat a creampuff? ❞  
and that’s why you should eat your favourite part first. ❞  
I hate how you’re always left with an empty cone by the end of it. ❞  
A push and shove thing? ❞  
You know Mayo is pretty much good with any dish. ❞  
I call that the relative bowl. ❞  
and then it gets later and later and no one eats it. It starts getting all dry and stale and not looking so tasty and no one really wants to eat it, but they don’t want to say anything. Then the waiter comes over to take the plate and you’re like ‘whoa hey man we’re still eating that!’ ❞  
Oh that’s such a waste. ❞  
I feel sorry for it … ❞  
I guess I’ll do that from now on. ❞  
Such a bad boy. ❞  
What’s with all the kidnappings lately? ❞  
I mean, all these boys imprisoning young girls and forcing them to call them master and stuff, it’s sick. ❞  
The master and slave thing is a pretty common scenario you know. ❞  
Oh yeah, like you’d know all about that! ❞  
Wait, how do you know about erotic game scenarios?! ❞  
Don’t you have any faults? ❞  
I sometimes cut my finger using the veggie slicer. ❞  
Sometimes I’ll trip on my feet and fall down … ❞  
Or, a corner of my tote will get caught on the train’s door. ❞  
Those aren’t faults! People call those moe points! ❞  
Clumsy is sexy. ❞  
How come you wear glasses? ❞  
I’m afraid of …! Contact lenses! ❞  
Damn, she’s a natural airhead! A total cutie pie! ❞ 
That must have hurt …. ❞  
I thought the flu was the deluxe version of the cold, are you saying that colds and flus are two different things? ❞  
You didn’t disagree with me when I said I was stupid, did you? ❞  
____ sure is cute while she’s sleeping. ❞  
How did you get into my room, get the hell out! ❞  
I thought the only thing she cared about was games and anime … ❞  
I took some medicine so my fever is down .❞  
Wow! You brought me flowers and fruit, you shouldn’t have. ❞  
Is this girl a saint or something?! ❞ 
I spent the whole day sleeping, can you believe it? ❞ 
I’m still short. ❞  
How dare you look happier than the rest of us, damn you! ❞  
Unlike you I have friends, are you trying to pick a fight? ❞  
Wait you’re talking about a game, ❞  
How do you get cooped up in a game? ❞  
Hey, I was just doing what any other skilled martial artist would have done, you know?

We don’t karaoke enough. 

Mentally Unstable

Pairing: Jensen x reader (platonic till the end), Jared x reader (platonic)

Trigger warnings: mental illness, slight depression, anger outburst, language, very little spn canon violence, self loathing (I guess. Basically the reader doesn’t like herself), bad traffic (yes that’s a warning), reader being bitchy

Word Count: 3131

Summary: You wake instantly knowing you are going to have one of your “bad” days meaning your emotions are going to be a mess. Sure enough angry outburst start your day when you nearly kick the crap out of a guy in traffic and nearly bit off Jared and Jensen’s heads. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like this will be going away any time soon. How are you supposed to keep it hidden from people who are practically your family and how will this affect the major scenes you must shoot? That’s right you are an actress on Supernatural, but can you keep your emotion in check long enough to get through the day?

A/N: Hey y’all first I want to say I have no fucking Idea where this came from. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s basically word vomit on a page because I had a really crappy day in which some of the things in the story actually happened to me. So, I guess writing some fluffy J2 helped me get over my shitty day. I also wrote the reader based off myself in a way because these emotional issues are ones I face and today was one of the “bad” days for me. Literally wrote this between the times of 8pm and 4am so there’s barely any editing done and I apologize for any mistakes. Its currently 4:30 and I have no ambition to check. Any who, I know I had more to say but I forget, oh well enjoy. P.S. This is my first RPF so be easy on me please. As always feedback is appreciated and wanted and hate will not be tolerated.

***Italics are scenes being shot for the show***

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anonymous asked:

OKAY! For the first time, Red sees Fell confronted to one of his biggest fears. So for once he will take care of his guard of a brother! Biggest fear can be something dramatic like something ridiculous, your choice! GOOD LUCK ON YOUR TEST SWEETHEART <3

I’m exhausted. Lol. 4:02 am. WWwwwwww. 

I haven’t done much for this ship in a while. Giving it my share of love. 

so much for a drabble tho. hueheuheue. :’D

Update: Same thing as before, for the mobile, I’ve been told the read more cut is so wonky. :( As this is a sfw, I’ll undo the cut.
Tumblr, pls get to do that. I don’t have the problem, but so many others do. >:(
Not Good For Me. I need these read more cuts to be functioning well. Pronto. D’:

Title: It’s Not A Silly Fear

Pairing: Fellbros

Words: 1, 560


Snap!

It came unbidden as his neck suddenly felt weirdly free and the air caressed his bones.

Sans looked disgruntled when the collar landed on the hard floors with a thud and sighed as he bent down to pick it up. “Heh, the old thing must’ve decided it was time.” He said with a fond smile on his features as he examined the damage.

The leather collar used to be a brilliant red, but now it was faded to a maroon; the wear and tear making itself known as he could also see some scratches, cracks and indents on the material. It was such a shame that he couldn’t quite find anything on repairing leather to better take care of it, but living in the underground with rules like theirs didn’t grant such luxuries.

Still, it was a gift from his brother, and that in itself was a rarity on its own so maybe he could attempt to stitch it up or something.

Sans decided to see if there was something in stores, or maybe even in the dumps that could help, and placed the collar on the bed before he teleported. Papyrus wouldn’t be done his guard duties until later, so the short skeleton hoped he had enough time before his brother sees the thing and lectures him about it.


“Sans!” Papyrus had come home, having finished his duties earlier than expected as the dog units actually did their jobs right, for once.

And knowing that Sans’ shift had already ended, he called for his brother … and received no response.

Only serving to irritate the tall skeleton and making him towards his brother’s room with purpose.

He slammed the door open, a usual thing, and grimaced at the messy sight of his brother’s room, again a usual thing.

And his gaze traveled to the bed where he’d usual find Sans napping and what not, but instead, what he found got him freezing in place.

Papyrus’ soul felt heavy and his body began to shake. Eye lights bore hard into leather material innocently sitting on top of the top before the tall skeleton seemed to have suddenly appeared before it; having unconsciously moved; trepidation setting in his bones and causing him to feel cold despite being indoors and the clothes he wore.

Gloved hands carefully lifted the collar, gently—as if it’d break if he tightened his hold on it. It was precious.

He could see the torn and how wore down it was. Logically, it would be easy to deduce that it only snapped and Sans was fine, maybe even went to get something to fix it. But Papyrus’ mind couldn’t help supplying irrational imaginations in his head.

Of images that made his body shake even more and tears began to slide down his cheeks. But Papyrus didn’t even notice as his thoughts began to swirl into turmoil.

Sans smiled at him, blood trailing down his jaw and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Paps.”

No no no no.

“I failed you.”

No Sans. You didn’t. Don’t believe that.

“I don’t have much time.”

No! You’ll be fine. I’ll think of something. I always do.

“But I want you to know that I love you, brother.”

No, stop. Please.

“And I’m proud of you.”

Please. Stop.

“Sorry, Paps. Sorry.” Sans faded away with Papyrus desperately reaching out, only grasp at nothing for nothing was left in its wake.

And Papyrus fell to the ground as he gripped the snow beneath him. Hopelessness. Despair. Loneliness. Regret.

His brother was no more. And it was all his fault.

Stronger.

He should’ve been stronger. And now Sans was … his brother was.

Violent sobs racked his whole body and he didn’t care if it could be heard.

The price was paid for his folly. It was all his fault his brother was gone.


Sans ported back to his room in quite a happy mood that he actually managed to find a sewing kit in the dumps. He was utterly caught by surprise; however, when he found his little brother sobbing on his floors whilst clutching the broken collar.

The short skeleton was immediately on alert as worry set in. He put the kit aside with his magic to be placed on the bedside table as he himself lowered to his knees and went to slowly touch his brother’s shoulder.

“H-Hey, Paps? Bro?” When eye lights met with his own, he smiled gently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Sans let out a yelp as Papyrus’ quick movement startled him and he found himself tightly embraced by strong arms. He could hear the mumbled murmurs as repetitive apologies and Sans became even more worried at how shaken his brother was. What happened when he was gone? Was it when the latter was doing his rounds? Did a monster say something to him? Was he let go as part of the royal guard? Or … Oh stars, did Undyne say that Papyrus wasn’t cool anymore and didn’t want to be her friend?

The short skeleton rubbed Papyrus’ back as he returned the embrace. “Hey, shhh, hey, it’s okay, Paps. Shhh, it’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m so sorry. So so—”

“Shhhh, none of that.”

“B-But—”

“Papyrus.” Sans couldn’t help but sigh at the whimper. “Why don’t we go on the bed, yeah? I wanna know what happened, okay?”

It took several moments before Papyrus moved, carrying Sans along with him who didn’t move nor said a word of complaint about it as the tall skeleton sat on the bed and moved back so that his back met the wall. Once they were more or less settled, Sans began his questions.

“Now, do you mind telling me what that was all about?” Sans proceeded to wipe Papyrus’ tears with the sleeves of his jacket as he faced his brother in the other’s hold on him.

With Papyrus having calmed, he looked down and away from his Sans’ gaze. “… You’ll laugh at how silly it is.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

Sans placed both hands on Papyrus’ cheeks and lifted them up so that their eyes met head on. “Try me.”

“… I … I got scared when I saw the collar broken.” The silence made Papyrus nervously continue. “I-I know that logically nothing bad happened to you since it was on your bed, so it meant that you got home and s-stuff, b-but my mind,” Papyrus was tearing up again. “I-I couldn’t help thinking that you were gone. T-That you d-died and—it’s all m-my fault for not being s-strong enough to protect you. I’m sorry, Sans. I, I—”

Sans let out a soft sigh before gently smiling as he wiped them away. “Your imaginations astounds me, bro. It’s not your fault. You’re already strong—unparalleled to one.”

“Undyn—”

“Not even Undyne!” Sans felt victorious when Papyrus softly chuckled at his claim. “And I’m not going anywhere. I’m too annoying to be killed so easily. So sorry pal, but you’re stuck with me for a long damn time.”

Papyrus pulled his brother into a tight hug, but this time, he was smiling. “… I wouldn’t have it any other way … Thank you, brother.”

“Anytime, Paps. Anytime.”


[Bonus]

It took a whole day or two before Sans completed fixing up the collar. Papyrus had been more clingy in exchange for not seeing the thing around Sans’ neck. So the tall skeleton had been more than relieved to see his brother put on collar.

The short skeleton pulled at it to test out the durability of his sewing ability, and found himself satisfied at the result. Though, the heavy weight felt foreign from not wearing it for two days. Well, at least his brother could stop looking at him as if he’d dust any moment.

“There, practically good as new.”

Papyrus nodded and let out a deep breath to collect himself before straightening to stand tall and proud. It was as if he hadn’t been the clinging baby bones as he was in the past. “I’ll be leaving to do my rounds, and I expect you to be back before dinner Sans. None of that greasy food tonight.”

Considering the events that happened, Sans relented and agreed to not go to Grillby’s.

“And I …” Papyrus shook his head. He’s already showed enough of his vulnerable side. “I expect you to also take better care of my gifts to you.”

“Geez, Paps. Don’t be an ass.” The tall skeleton had the decency to be embarrassed and ashamed. But Sans get that his brother was just trying to bring things back to normality, so he added, “But speaking of gifts, as much I like the collar, I think this one is really reaching its end. Maybe it’d be time to get a new one.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Papyrus nodded. “All right, I’ll see if I’m able to find one, and of a better quality.”

Papyrus proceeded to head out, and just before he was about to close the door, Sans called out, loud and clear, “I love you too! Take care!”

The short skeleton couldn’t help but laugh when he managed to see the reddening of cheekbones.

And more so when Papyrus shouted back. “I’ll be back! Love you too!” before slamming the door shut.

Stars, they were certainly a weird pair of brothers.


Sorry if it’s bad, Orz 

I actually had quite a hard time with this. So I hope this was adequate. I tried my best. T^T)

I tried thinking of fears applicable, but found myself really bad at making a good story in my head. So yeah, sorry if I have failed you, my friend! I hope it was still a good read regardless. ;v;) Wwwwww.

Batman Under the Red Hood sentence meme

change pronouns as fit, loooots of trigger warnings ahead
  • “You know, I thought… I thought I’d be the last person you’d ever let them hurt.”
  • “If it had been you that they beat to a bloody pulp, if they had taken you from this world, I would’ve done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshiping garbage and then send them off to hell!”
  • “You don’t understand. I don’t think you’d ever understood.”
  • “Awwww, so you DO think about me.”
  • “But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down into that place, I’ll never come back.”
  • “I’m talking about THEM, just them. And doing it because… because they took me away from you.”
  • “Is that what you think this is about?”
  • “ I don’t know what clouds your judgement worse, your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality.”
  • “[name], I forgive you for not saving me.”
  • “But why, why on God’s earth …are they still alive?”
  • “Gotta give the kid points”
  • “ They came all the way from the dead to make this shindig happen.”
  • “You’ll be as quiet as possible, or I’ll put one in your lap first.”
  • “Party pooper. No cake for you.”
  • “What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand?”
  • “A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory.”
  • “Now, that was just rude.”
  • “I suppose I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps.”
  • “Nah, I’m just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar.”
  • “You wanna die? There’s easier ways to kill yourself.”
  • “You know, it only hurts when I laugh.”
  • “You said we knew one another. You do seem really familiar.”
  • “No. I’m just something you helped make.”
  • “That’s pretty cryptic… but interesting. Tell me more.”
  • “Who are you working for?”
  • “Lie to me again, and crashing into a wall head-on will be the least painful activity of your evening.”
  • “You look good. Been working out? You could probably use a little sun. Then again, who am I to talk?”
  • “No. It’s going to be a nightmare.”
  • “I’m chatty. It’s part of my charm”
  • “You don’t just do that. That has to be practiced. Learned.”
  • “But they’re locked up, like a lot locked up. Maybe we should go for a visit.”
  • “do you want me to take it down?”
  • “No. This doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change anything at all.”
  • “You’re so much less fun now. All grown up and in your big-kid pants.”
  • “Still, better off than their replacement, right?”
  • “You gonna do it this time?”
  • “do you really think I would go through all that trouble and not make sure you knew it was me?”
  • “I want this person dead. When I say "dead,” I mean seriously dead. Beaten, broken. Their head mounted-on-my-wall kind of dead!“
  • "Understood. We’ll be taking further precautions at every transaction.”
  • “You know what I miss most about running with you? The toys.”
  • “Okay kiddo, I’ve got to go. But it’s been fun though, right?”
  • “Well maybe a smidge more fun for me than you, I’m guessing, since you’re being awful quiet.”
  • “You say you want to be better than me, but it won’t happen. Not like this”
  • “ I’m sorry, that seems to imply that YOU organized this little flambé.”
  • “Please, I can help you. I know what happened.”
  • “Do you remember how they where when I found them?”
  • “Different than [name] in so many ways but still full of potential and power.”  
  • “But I knew, even from the beginning, they were dangerous.”
  • “Then I got hem killed. My partner. My soldier. My fault. I own that. I’ll carry that like everything else.”
  • “They’ve taken everything I’ve ever taught them and turned it on me. It’s a hell of my own making, [name].”
  • “You loved them. They know that. It should be enough.”
  • “You can’t stop crime. That’s what you never understood. I’m controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren’t afraid?”
  • “I’m doing what you won’t, I’m taking them out.”
  • “It’s too late. You had your chance. And I’m just getting started.”
  • “You shattered his collar bone!”
  • “I didn’t think I had to prop up some pillows before I took him out!”
  • “I’ve got a problem and you are absolutely the person who possesses the gifts to take care of that problem”
  • “I’m gonna need something to wear.”
  • “Don’t be nervous, kid. But if you keep staring at me like that I’m gonna cut your eyes out.”
  • “No! Don’t spoil it, this is better!” “
  • I’m the only one who’s going to get what they want tonight!”
  • “Don’t you just love a happy ending?”
  • “That took me two hours. You wanna see what I get done in a whole evening?”
  • “This wasn’t part of the damn deal, you freak!”
  • “This is what it’s all been about.”
  • “If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to kill me!”
  • “This is turning out even better than I’d hoped!”
  • “Maybe they’re primping.”
  • “This is the best day of my life!”
Something More

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Your best friend is back in town and an unexpected confession turns the night around. 

A/N: I’m sorry this is being posted so late, but better late than never, right? I’m still trying to get used to writing for actors, so hopefully this is okay. Enjoy! :D


“Hey, where are you?” you asked as your car slowly rolled through the innermost lane. Your eyes scanned outside the window as you tried to spot you best friend amongst everybody else on the sidewalk.

“Terminal 4, gate A5. Are you near?”

Because you were using a Bluetooth system, his deep voice echoed throughout the car. You squinted to try to locate the numbering on the gates and responded, “A2, I’m almost there. You better get your ass out to the front, I’m not circling around again for you.”

A low chuckle sounded from his side and you heard shuffling as he collected his luggage. “Alright, see you soon.” There was a click and the call ended.

Following the steady flow of traffic, you pulled up to gate A5 moments later and immediately saw your best friend. You snickered at his attempt to hide himself from the crowd. He was decked out in a black baseball cap, dark grey t-shirt, black jeans, his signature black leather jacket, and most importantly, a pair of sunglasses. At 7PM. You honked and rolled down the windows just enough so that he could identify you. A smile broke out on his face while he and his luggage made their way over to you. You unlocked the trunk for him and he quickly tossed his suitcase in, jogging his way to the passenger side afterwards and hopping in.

“Hey,” you grinned at the sight of seeing him in person for the first time in a few months. He leaned in and tried to give you a hug as best as he possibly could with you still strapped by the seat belt. He greeted you and buckled in his seat belt so you could drive off.

“Way to try to blend in, Seb,” you teased, “The sun must be blinding you right now.”

He tsked you, but took off his sunglasses anyways.

“Nice scruff,” you commented nonchalantly. “You keepin’ it?”

“I will if you like it,” he smirked.

You sighed and with a small smile, you said, “It’s nice to have you back, Seb.”

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The Whole Damn Zoo

Originally posted by khiphoponeshots

 Can’t wait to see your reaction  @iamlisteningtotherainsound
Ps: I chose the gif thinking of you XD 

          Lying beside him under the duvet, facing him. I still got my heart going crazy everytime I looked at him, even after months of being together.

           He was fast asleep, his features were now smooth, clear of any wrinkle and frown. The past few weeks he has been working on his new album and just released it yesterday which meant he had to do promotions for a couple of weeks. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get him to rest and eat properly. I hated to see him tired and frustrated in the studio. He also developed some unhealthy habits, like he would spend his day and even night in the studio, he ate junk food then spent hours in the gym, he wanted to stay fit and young, as he would say whenever I told him not to spend too much time on the treadmill he jokingly said that he gotta keep up with me since I’m younger than him.

           Even dead exhausted he looked stunning, my breath always hitched a bit looking into his eyes. When I look at him I always see the traits I love most about him, that he’s always there to give me cuddles after a long day at work, he always makes me smile, cheers me up and is just as childish as I am.

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Three, Four then Five

Summary: Sebastian Stan AU, where Sebastian Stan is your childhood friend. You can seem to hide secrets from your best friend even if you try to. You ended up telling him something more than your secret.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Warning: Angst, Language, Mentions of Death

A/N:  This was originally a Bucky x Reader fan fic, but in the middle of writing this fic, I realized that maybe using Sebastian would be better (?) This is the second fan fic that I’ve ever written (and this was written in the midst of me writing my undergraduate thesis hehe)  And I think it’s better than the first one I wrote (?) As a part of my new year goals, I plan to write at least 5 fan fics, so four more to go yey!! Haha.

Number of Words: 1,436

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