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Bygones of the Sun | 01 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 10.4k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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We Are Young: Chapter 3

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide sat perched on the footsteps of the house. The morning sun beamed down on her, the sky a crystal blue. A light breeze picked up, blowing around her hair as she pulled her jacket tighter around her. They were only a week or so into October, and the wind definitely held that harsh, autumn bite. But today, it was chillier than normal. She’d definitely be warmer if she were to just wait inside. But being inside would mean a higher chance of seeing her uncle. And she wasn’t in the mood to start her day off by having a lovely chat with Uncle Vernon. Especially on game day.

After going through her normal, quiet routine of getting ready for school, Elide had made her way downstairs. She prayed to every god she knew that it would be one of those mornings where her uncle was passed out. Thankfully, her prayers were answered.

When she made it to the living room, she found Uncle Vernon asleep on the couch. A half empty bottle was clenched in his hand as he snored loudly. Not wanting to risk waking him and getting yelled at this early, Elide went outside. Which is how she found herself sitting on the front steps of her parents’ old home.

She didn’t remember them well, her parents. They died when she was young. She grew up with her Uncle, who was always a cold evil bastard. But when his business burned down years ago and he last basically everything, that’s when the drinking started and things got worse…

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Siniy (Chap. 1)

A/N: yaaay! I finally posted part 2! :D The time line will be slightly different than the original CACW, but only by a bit, especially in the next chapter! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah  ❤️

P.S. How do you think alien sex would go with Bucky? ;) 

Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Alien Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Slight suicidal thoughts. Teasing. Emo Steve lol. Sassy Sam. 


Do you know who I am?” 

You’re Steve,” Bucky replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

You gently ran your tongue over your busted lip, tasting the saltiness of the blood that formed there each time you did so. You could feel the bruise forming underneath your eye and you were positive it was swelling now. You didn’t mind it, though, you would heal soon. You always did.

Today, you had found out that Bucky Barnes was strong; really fucking strong. Strong enough to catch you in mid-teleportation and slam you into various objects, including T’challa. Somehow, he’d managed to go into full Winter Soldier mode after speaking to a therapist, which resulted in numerous casualties. You were the first one in his way, which meant you got the full package.

You were able to stun him though; you didn’t even have to touch him. Your appearance alone was enough to throw him off. You let out a snort as you realized he’d probably never knew about the modern hair styles, only, yours wasn’t from a dye job. You were an actual alien.

But your appearance wasn’t enough apparently, as he drove his flesh fist into your face, amongst other things. You weren’t going to hold that against him or anything and you would get over it soon.  

“What did I do?” Bucky asked as he avoided everyone’s eyes.

“A lot.” Sam sassed, crossing his arms in disappointment. He hadn’t seen the man for more than three hours, and he hated him already.

He’s a lunatic. 

You heard his thoughts as if they were being spoken aloud.

Perhaps he was right, but that wasn’t what concerned you at the moment. Usually, you could hear any person’s thoughts, no matter how big or small they were. You could hear every single word clearly, but for some reason- you had no idea why -you couldn’t read Bucky Barnes’ thoughts even if your life depended on it. And that scared the living shit out of you.

All you could gather was single words, but the one he was thinking of was extremely eerie.

The only thing you could pick up was: kill 

And he was talking about himself.

You found yourself staring at him shamelessly. you had no idea who this man really was, but if Steve was willing to flat out trust him after what had just happened, then you were putting this all on him. You had no intentions of involving any other people, but the way this was going, and the way Sam whispered to Steve that he “knew a guy”, you weren’t so sure about keeping a low profile. 

“We should get a car at some point.” You chimed in, causing everyone to look over at you. Immediately, as soon as Bucky’s eyes landed on you, his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes focused on your face, his brows furrowing. You had no idea why he was staring, but it was making you so self conscious. 

Steve nodded, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it over his shoulders. 

“Alright guys,” he spoke, his voice echoing along the walls of the warehouse. 

“Let’s get moving.”



The gentle rumbling of the small car you were in was the only audible thing. Along with Sam’s game of Tetris on his phone. 

You specifically asked Steve to find a low profile car, but one with leg room so that you could breathe without feeling like you were being suffocated. But nope, as soon as he returned in the little navy blue beetle, you made a mental note to never trust him with cars again. 

You let out a sigh as you heard the same lousy word over and over again, clouding your mind and breaking your train of thought: blue.

And it was coming from one person. 

It was being repeated over and over to the point where you were growing highly agitated. You peered over the seat at Steve, who was focused on the road ahead of him. Sam was playing Tetris on his phone silently, his face set in a concentrated frown. Bucky was staring out the window, but occasionally, he’d send you side glances before looking away quickly. If you weren’t annoyed, you’d find his actions a bit cute, just like him.

It was so wrong, you knew that. However, it was pretty much a scientific fact. Bucky Barnes was really handsome for someone who’s an ex brainwashed hydra assassin of seventy years and you were just looking. That’s all. The way he looked at you in the warehouse confirmed that he didn’t find you attractive one bit. 

But you didn’t blame him. Who would like some girl with unnatural blue hair and matching eyebrows. You were a giant target for bullying. 

But now, the word was growing louder and his looks were becoming less cautious and more frequent, which was pushing all the wrong buttons. Why couldn’t he think about the weather like Steve or chicken nuggets like Sam?

You felt the last of your restraint leave you as you heard another word from his mind.

Weird.

You ripped off the little navy blue cap from your head and turned so that you were staring directly at Bucky. The man jumped slightly and turned to you, his face in a small frown.

Yes, my hair is blue!” you snapped, your brows furrowing with annoyance. “Just fucking look at it and get it over with, okay?” You took a strand of hair and placed it in his face dramatically and flailed it around. Bucky let out a grunt and craned his head in the opposite direction.

His metal hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand with a little too much force.

“What’s going on back there?” Steve eyed the both of you in the rear view mirror, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Tell your friend to stop staring at me!” you exclaimed.

“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. There’s a difference!” He responded with the same amount of malice as he pushed you away from him. You grabbed another piece of hair and jammed it in his face, forcing him to look at it. You were so fed up with everything. This entire week had been extremely tiring for you and you were at your breaking point.

“Oh my god,” Sam groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You could hear his thoughts, which consisted of nothing but insults and complaints that were aimed towards you and Bucky, also Steve for not driving fast enough. He hastily reached over to the small radio and cranked up the volume button as high as it could go, much to you and Bucky’s annoyance. You squeaked, covering your ears with your hands as the loud rock music blared through the speakers and vibrated throughout the car.

“What is wrong with you three?” Steve exclaimed, before turning the radio down until it was at a normal frequency. “You’re acting like children right now!” When you realized that you were still leaned up on Bucky, you blushed and scooted as far as you could. He, on the other hand, seemed slightly bothered.

From then on, the three of you were completely silent, with the exceptional complaint from Sam and the occasional sigh from yourself. You were aching all over, but Steve made it clear at the beginning of the drive that there would be no stops unless it was an absolute emergency.

As you leaned against the window, watching the scenery pass you by, you perked up once you heard the familiar sounds of a weather broadcast. Unfortunately, it was only in German, which you had absolutely no idea how to speak, much less understand.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you peered over and rested your chin on the leather shoulder of Steve’s seat. He shrugged before turning the radio louder. Once again, you had no idea what was happening. What if there was a tornado or something?

“I have no clue. I can’t speak German.” Steve confessed with a small sheepish smile.

“I can only speak profanity,” Sam chimed as he gave you a small thumbs up.

You frowned as you sat back into your seat. You were staring up at the sky as you listened to the German forecast. You couldn’t help but notice how dark the sky was getting and it was bothering you quite a bit. What if there was an actual emergency? You didn’t want to get sucked into a tornado or get caught in a hurricane. You couldn’t swim to save your life.

“They’re saying that there’s a thunderstorm coming.” Bucky chimed, causing the three of you to turn and look at him in surprise. “There’s a high chance of softball sized hail and thirty mile per hour winds as well. Also, we should get to safety. It’s not a good idea to drive during something like that.” He included with a small nod.  


After arguing with Sam about the German directions on the map, you plucked it from his hands and set it in Bucky’s lap, asking him to show you all to the nearest motel. 

And to your luck, there was a small, run down little motel just a mile away. 

But to your dismay, it was practically filled. 

“All the other rooms were filled,” Bucky explained as he handed Steve a motel key. A single hotel key, might you add. “All they had was this one, but there’s only two beds.”

The four of you were standing outside the motel room. You managed to grab some snacks and sodas from the vending machine, which you may or may not have picked the lock to get. Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

You raised your eyebrow as you stared at the man. You weren’t shy, not at all, but you didn’t know him at all. From what you experienced earlier, he wasn’t as crazy as everyone made him out to be, but still, you were cautious. You’ll admit now, you liked how he was staring at you, but this was a mission, not one of those bachelorette series from TV.

“That’s fine,” Steve said with a tired smile. “Let’s just get some rest. We’ll leave in the morning.”

What Bucky failed to mention, was that the room was the smoking room, which would’ve been nice if he had given you guys a heads up. You hated how cigarettes smelled, it made you nauseous.

The two king sized beds were covered with stiff sheets and comforters, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to shower and get whatever rest you could before tomorrow. That is, if Tony didn’t come busting in here in the middle of the night and arrest all of you.

Steve unlocked the hotel door and opened it, immediately you were bombarded with the stench of cigarette smoke. You felt a wave of nausea hit you at full force. You covered your mouth, trying to block out the smell, but it was practically everywhere now and you couldn’t stop the bile that slowly began rising up your throat.

You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder and gently shake you.

“Y/N?” he asked, the wariness was evident in his voice. “Are you alright?”

You felt yourself heaving as you headed straight for the bathroom. You slammed the door shut with a loud boom and fell to your knees, emptying your stomach into the porcelain bowl. 

“On second thought,” Sam called from the other side of the door. “You can have the first shower. Just please don’t puke in there either, kiddo.” 

You let out a small groan, placing your elbows onto the toilet bowl and running your hands through your hair. How you were going to sleep in this mess was beyond you. Maybe if you slept with the window open, that would help? But given the two highly paranoid super soldiers, that was probably unlikely.

With a small, defeated sigh, you gathered enough strength to stand and began stripping off all of your clothes. 

You pulled back the plastic shower curtain and turned the knob, filling the room with the sounds of water cascading down the tiles. 

This was going to be a long night. 


“I am not sharing a bed with him!” Sam spoke, crossing his arms as he stood at the edge of the bed.

You and Steve both let out matching groans, only yours was full of rage instead of annoyance. It was a bed, for Christ’s sake! Bucky wasn’t going to fondle him in his sleep, if that’s what he was afraid of. And Sam, bless his soul, the worst he could do was fart in his sleep, because there had been many times where the team had both witnessed and heard it happen. 

You agrily kicked off the covers, sending them flying off of Steve in the process. You had no kind of sleeping shorts, which meant you were left only in litlte white cotton panties and one of Steve’s oversized shirts, which seemed to only cause more of a hassle. Your clothes were currently in the small washing machine down the hall, which meant you were having to borrow Steve’s, which practically went down to your thighs.

Bucky and Steve practically had heart attacks when they came back room from their gas station run and saw you sprawled out on the bed, watching the the news channel. Steve immediately shielded his eyes, while Bucky avoided yours with any means. 

You hastily shoved past Sam as you ripped the covers back from the second bed and plopped down with an angry sigh. You were so done with his shit. How was he allowed to be an Avenger even though he acted like a pre-teen girl? You had no clue.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Sam sung as he settled into bed with Steve, sending you a shit eating grin and batting those eyelashes of his. You responded with a silent middle finger, one that you wished you could poke him in the eye with.

Slowly, as time inched on, everyone began falling asleep. 

Except for you, you were wide awake. 

You stared up at the ceiling, watching as the ceiling fan whizzed in rapid circles. The only light was coming from the giant neon motel sign, which just so happened to be positioned right by your room. It filled the entire room with eerie purple streaks of light. 

With a sigh, you rolled onto your side. You expected to see Bucky asleep like the others, but to your surprise, he was wide awake. And staring directly at you. 

“Why are you awake?” you whispered to him. Your eyes were focused on his as he stared back with an unreadable expression. The way he stared at you, made you feel so vulnerable and it brought out all your insecurities.

“I can’t sleep.” He confessed with a low voice. You felt yourself growing hot and bothered by the way his voice sounded; deep and full of sleepiness. You felt a wave of arousal grow between your legs as you watched his eyes shift to your lips.

“We’re probably going to prison tomorrow,” you whispered, along with a bitter laugh. “You should enjoy being comfortable while you can.” His brows furrowed as he watched your reaction. You would give anything to know what he was thinking right now. Was he interested in you? Did he think you were pretty? Most men didn’t unless they were into some fetish-y type of stuff.

“If that happens,” he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes burning into yours. You fought your inner instincts to lean in closer to him. “I’ll take the blame for everything. This has nothing to do with you.”

Just like that, that’s when you heard it.

Beautiful.

You blinked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You had never been called beautiful before, much less through someones thoughts and it scared you a bit. Here was a strange man you’ve only known for a a few hours, yet he was calling you beautiful. He was pressing all the right buttons.

You let out a small, but obviously fake yawn. “We should try and get some sleep now,” you whispered, turning onto your opposite side. “Night, Bucky.” You were far from sleepy now, in fact, you’ve never been more awake. You felt as though every cell in your body was humming with some foreign feeling you had no idea how to express.    

But just as you swore you were going to pull an all nighter, you felt your mind becoming fuzzy, your eyes drooping with tiredness. 

The last thing on your mind as you felt yourself being taken away by slumber, was the word repeating one last time in your brain. 

Beautiful. 


- Fin!

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The ask thing with 28 and 30 with J-hope please? Thank you ^^

Wild Thoughts

Reader x fuckboy!Hoseok

word count: 2687  

genre:Fluff/Smut

Inspired by this prompt list.

summary: I really don’t know what to say about this one….except it was really fun to write…and fuckboy Hoseok does things to me.

Originally posted by hobies

University was a new world. Everywhere you turned there would be a new person you had never seen before or noticed and in a large lecture room that happened to occur very often. You made your way up to the middle of the back and sat down next to a girl that had become your friend, her name was Jia, an 18 year old fresh out of high school who was really outgoing.

“Who’s the guy in the corner over there?” You asked Jia quietly while looking in his direction.

“That’s Hoseok,” Jia replied, “Pretty cute huh?” She winked.

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Heat (M)

Character / Genre: Jungkook x reader | Smut, Fluff

Summary: He needed to clear his mind. And you were his only cure.

Prompt: “I’m not done with you yet.”


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jadethunderhoof  asked:

Yo this isn't angst but... 2D getting jealous because is flirting with other people despite 2D and the reader not dating? Like 2D getting jealous and being like "why don't you flirt with me" yet he's never said anything to let the reader know that 2D likes them.

A/N: *grace jones voice* thAT;S WHAT I WANTT


Jealous!2D/Reader (Oneshot)

Word count: 2,360


The gust of air condition is by no means unpleasant but it takes you by surprise as you step past the automatic doors at the roller rink, the loud bass over the speakers sending vibrations throughout your chest. Noodle walks ahead of the group, almost running towards the skate counters, leaving the rest of her band mates and you behind. You pull your hands out of your jacket pocket, and look around as you follow her, everyone dressed up in 70′s fashion as it was the theme of tonight. 

You hear a muffled voice to your left and turn your head, “Huh?”

“It’s crowded,” 2D repeats himself over the music, walking up a bit so he’s closer to you.

“Yeah,” you say looking around, “It’s pretty dark in here so you don’t have to really worry about being recognized,” you say turning to the others. 

The four of you meet up with Noodle at the counter as she eagerly taps her nails against the counter, “Skates are half off because it’s Tuesday,” she explains before her skates are handed to her. She takes them quickly before shouting, “Meet you guys in the rink,” and runs off.

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You Can Count On Me

For Friday 13th I wanted to write something different than the usual boys. So I hope you guys don’t mind me throwing these guys around. And I hope you all like a little Vampire story-telling.

It’s not scary but I wanted to write something different for a change.

Originally posted by animegifstrash

The instant you stepped off the train and into the darkening streets, you knew it had been a bad idea to come home at this time. Even Dark, upon getting your text messages scolded you fiercely for the decision. 
“You are aware of what day it is, yes?” His growl of a voice vibrated through the phone’s speaker. You sheepishly nodded, even though you knew Dark wouldn’t see it. 
“Yes, yes, Friday the 13th. I’m aware. I’ll speed walk home, it won’t take long.” 
“The Manor is at least six blocks away from the train station, (y/n). And you need to walk through the side streets to get here. No, stay there and I’ll come and get you.” Dark’s voice held no room for an argument. But you were already two blocks away from the station. And upon hearing his, Dark grunted. A noise that sounded between a heavy sigh and a feral growl. “Fine. If you are so intent on getting yourself killed then I have no voice in your decision.” 
You rolled your eyes at Dark’s dramatics. He always complained about Wilford’s exaggerations and then he goes and says things like that. The two could rival one another on theatrics. But you knew he was only getting irritated, and dare you say concerned, about you walking home at night. While you’ve been away, there had been string of murders in the area. And the very thought had you walking a little faster when you remembered Google’s explanation on the gory details. Something you had asked him for over the phone while on your holiday. You didn’t learn quickly enough to be careful what you ask of Google. The Android didn’t know how to filter details. 
“I’ll be ok. My battery is dying so I need to go. But I’ll call you when I’m close.” You said and Dark made another exasperated sigh. 
“You better. And if you take too long, we’re all going out to look for you. And you won’t like it if I find you first, (y/n).” 
“I know. Trust me, I won’t be stopping to pet any stray animals. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up after that remark. Pocketing your phone but keeping a tight grip on it.

Every shadow seemed to mock you as you walked. The lights were a lot dimmer than you remember. But then again, it was cloudy night. The full moon was peeking through the rain clouds to cast it’s silver glow over the streets. It was eerie. But you were glad for the luminescence.
You turned a corner and halted your steps for a moment. A man stood in the centre of the street. He was thin, facing away from you. But the shadows from the very dim street lights cast a shadow over him. Making him appear to be a shadow himself. You didn’t know whether you should turn back around or keep walking. But your decision was made when you blinked and the figure disappeared. You stayed there for a moment, looking around for the man, but continued walking when you found no-one. Your skin crawled with a shiver and you couldn’t help but survey the area around you. There was a sensation on your back, like a pressure. You knew this feeling from living with the Ipliers for so long. 
You were being watched. 
Your footsteps sped up. Gripping your phone tightly you deeply regretted not accepting Dark’s offer to pick you up. A sound carried on the wind. A giggle. Or a high pitched cackle. You weren’t sure, but it unnerved you and soon enough you sped up to a jog. You were about to turn a corner when something snagged your elbow and jerked you into the shadows of a building. A figure loomed over you. Reeking of a metallic scent and their grip soaked your jacket with some kind of warm liquid. Through the gloom, your gaze was transfixed by the stranger’s. They were warm and pools of sparkling emeralds. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from them. They were beautiful. Even as a clawed hand skimmed under the material of your shirt or as the man’s tongue dashed out to taste your skin, you were stuck. Staring into those green gems. 
“Yer not gonna scream for me.” The man’s Irish accent was thick, but it was snatched up by the rumble that radiated off his chest. “And yer gonna stay still while I treat myself.” 
You found your head bobbing on it’s own. Even as your eyes widen when the man leaned down, you didn’t fight his lips brushing over your neck. Your mind willed for him to stop, but your body molded into his as he drew you closer. 

“Release them. Now.” Another voice boomed and suddenly the green-eyed man was thrown away from you. The haze lifted and you stumbled back. Straight into a pair of arms that cradled you against a firm chest. You shook your head to get rid of the fog in your mind, looking up as a monster rushed towards you. In a blur of movement, you were swept into your rescuers arms and soaring into the air. You were set down on the roof of the building as the man landed on it. He barely made a noise as he did and you turned to him. Backing away when the moon’s glow lit his face. 
“D-Dark?” You asked. But it wasn’t him, something was off about his gaze. His complexion sharing that hint of difference to Mark’s appearance. 
“I’m afraid not, my dear. But introductions will have to wait.” His voice held a hint of Transylvanian accent. Like the ones in movies. The man moved you behind him, keeping his arm raised as something crawled over the side of the building and onto the roof. 
Anti… No. Again, the resemblance to the Youtuber was almost identical. Save for the glowing green eyes, that seemed to swirl in their sockets. Like small colored vortex’s. 
“I told you this was my hunting ground, Count.” A hiss of a voice echoed over the roof to you. “That mortal is mine.” 
“They are beginning to suspect you, Marquess.” The man, Count, said in a calm but firm tone. “And we never agreed on hunting grounds. This is my land by right. My brethren live in this area. If you do not stop they will come after you.” 
The other man, Marquess, moved forward. His steps graceful and light, like a dancer. 
“I do not care for brethren like you do, Count Iplier.  Or else I would have scurried to my “kin” as you call them, long ago.” Marquess stepped closer. And Count moved you back. The cloak of his outfit brushed against your skin and you felt a chill run through you. Had that just moved against you? 
“I won’t say again, Marquess Septiceye, leave this area. Before you make me do something I do not want to do.” There was an undertone to Count’s voice. It reminded you of Dark, when he was beginning to lose control of his shell. But this man didn’t seem to be getting angry, only impatient. And even so, he showed no emotion but a small crinkle around his gaze. 

“Then battle me, Count. Let’s fight for these bloodbags.” Marquess leapt into a sprint before he finished speaking. He left a cloud of dust in his wake and you barely saw him move before Count had him by the throat, and threw him into the ground. His cloak exploded and rose high above Count. Looming over him like a beast as he bared two fang like canines at the fallen man. 
“I do not want to battle you. Purely for the sake of keeping this human from seeing our true faces. This one is under my protection. I will not let a dear friend to the Iplier Manor fall victim to rabble like you!” 
The shadow beast crashed down on the Septic Ego and then lifted off into the sky. It left it’s master on the roof but carried Marquess high into the air before erupting into what appeared to be hundreds of small bats. 
Count turned to you as the sound of the other man’s crying filled the night sky. 
“My apologies, my dear. If I had known you were arriving tonight, I would have escorted you home myself.” 
You were unable to speak. Your eyes widening further as the swarm of bats dived down to gather around Count’s back. Reforming his cloak just as the other Ego plummeted into the alley beside the building. You didn’t hear a splat or a cry of pain, so you could only suspect that the man had landed neatly and ran off. 
But your guess was shattered when a green cloud of crackling vapor shot into the air and dived towards you. You saw a misty form of reaching claws and eyes that glowed brighter than lightening as the mist raced towards you. 
Suddenly you were enveloped in a chilling cloud of black as Count flew his cloak around you. It was like being wrapped in a thick furry blanket, but it was as cold as ice. It shook as the vapor struck it. A screech of fury from the other being could be heard and then a bellowing roar filled the air as Count spun, swiping at Marquess as he formed flesh. Black claws raked down the Septiceye’s chest and he reeled back as Count charged forward. His eyes ablaze with a deep pink brillance. The same swirling vortex sight filling his iris’. 
“Leave, Marquess. Or I will make sure your coffin stays shut forever!” Count bellowed. The air shaking with his voice. 
Marquess hissed and disappeared over the side of the building. You stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. Waiting for the Septic-Ego to come back. It was only when Count turned to you, his eyes had returned to normal. But you could see the tips of his fangs poking out from beneath his lips. 
“Excuse my indecency. That creature brings out the worse in me.” Count said. His voice careful but smooth. It reminded you of Dark when he was trying to coax you into calming down. 
“I…I’m sorry, I’m kinda of in shock right now. Who are you?” You forced the words out so you weren’t standing there like a fish gasping for air. Count smiled patiently and nodded, bowing and sweeping his arm in a gracious curtsy. 
“I am Count Iplier, my dear. And I must apologize again for my ignorance. It is true I have yet to make myself known to the rest of my kin. But I know all about you and the other Ipliers. I wanted to know if this…Manor was of my tastes and I had to investigate it. And I must say, my kin aren’t exactly…. altogether.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Nodding in agreement. “They’re a bunch of strange men. Who are probably out hunting for me right now.” You quickly checked your phone and cursed quietly. You should have at least reached the Manor’s security border by now. Google would have seen you on the cameras and no doubt would have sent Dark out to escort you the rest of the way. Count looked off into the distance. His eyes narrowing a little and he offers you a gloved hand. 
“Perhaps it is time for me to introduce myself to the rest of my brothers. Would you like assistance getting off this roof, my dear?” He asked, as casually as you would when asking someone if they wanted a glass of water. You rolled your eyes, already seeing the resemblance between this man and the others. You took the offered hand, the leather rather cold against your skin, and the man pulled you tightly against his side. Count guided you to the edge of the roof, holding you steady when you wobbled from looking down, and then dropped. 
You yelped loudly, but Count was careful to hold you so he landed first and could soften you fall by lowering you gently to the floor. 


Dark heard the yelp echo through the streets and made a beeline for you. He stalked through the shadows, coming into the street just as you did. His snarl was beyond furious and you backed up a little when he closed in. 
“I gave you a fair warning to what will happen if you take your time-” But Dark’s threat was cut off by Count stepping out of the shadows. The two regarded each other for a long, tense moment. And you could practically feel the air between them ripple with suspicion. 
“I take it you are the cause of all these deaths.” Dark’s tone returned to it’s natural calm drawl. And the Count nodded. 
“A few. But the real culprit is Marquess Septiceye. Another Vampire Ego. I’d suggest retreating the others to the Manor. He’s been feasting for three days. He’s strong if you’re caught in single combat.” Count replied in an equally cool tone. You dearly hoped these two kept on good terms. You knew how younger Egos weren’t as strong as the popular, older Egos. But you had a feeling that Count was a threat in his own right. Being a….Vampire. 
Your thoughts were scattered when Dark’s firm gaze turned back on you. 
“We aren’t done. But I will save your scolding when we get home.” Dark took a firm hold of your elbow and went to drag you behind him when he quickly spun back around. 
His fingers came away wet with red liquid, and he quickly removed your jacket to inspect the area. 
“Marquess had recently fed.” Count informed Dark, as the Ego withdrew his hands and returned your jacket upon seeing no injury. “He is covered in blood. You will smell him before you see him.” 
You didn’t want to put the jacket back on. The red stain sickened you. And now you could feel the blood sticking to your arm that had soaked through your coat. Count seemed to sense your unease and took the jacket from you. His eyes strayed on the stain for a second longer than was necessary. But he nodded to you, trailing along behind you and Dark as the older Ego led the way home.

lololovescheese  asked:

First Squishy Hug. Second, maybe Phil and Clint taking a vacation or trying to plan one.

Phil, a stack of folders balanced on one hip and his coffee cup in his other hand, got one step into his office and froze.”Well,” he said, after a long, still moment, “this is new.”

Clint, sprawled out on his couch under a rather impressive sunlamp setup, didn’t even bother raising his head from the rolled up towel he was using as a pillow.  “Yep,” he said.  He was wearing a garish pair of swimtrunks and an even more objectionable pair of sunglasses.  “Spent all night getting it set up.”

Phil stepped over a pile of cabana chairs and ducked under a set of paper luau lanterns. There were palm fonds everywhere, and he wondered idly how Clint had even gotten them up here.  “I imagine so,” he said.  An MP3 player was propped on the corner of his desk, its speakers vibrating with Caribbean tinged music, heavy on steel drums and happy melodies.  Phil nudged it out of the way so he could put his folders down between a basket of pineapples and a stack of coconuts.  “Can I ask why?”

Clint’s head tipped in his direction, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.  “I’m on vacation,” he said, picking up a coconut cup from the floor next to him.  “It took planning.  Dedication.”

“And a mental breakdown,” Phil added, moving a stack of towels off of his chair so he could sit down.  A row of dashboard style hula dancers, lined up on the edge of his blotter, started swaying at the movement.  Phil stared at them, caught somewhere between amusement and complete frustration.  “I said we could take a vacation.”

Clint yawned.  “Yeah.  You keep saying that.  You’ve been saying that for a month.”

Phil let his head fall forward into the cradle of his hands.  “For a week.  Tops.”

“Two months.  Easy,” Clint saluted him with his cup.  It was decorated with two paper umbrellas and an impressive array of pineapple garnishes.  “So I took you up on it.”  He spread his hands wide.  “Vacation.”

The bubble of laughter caught him off guard, and Phil clamped a hand over his mouth.  He wasn’t fast enough, though, because Clint grinned at him, his teeth bright white against the shiny plastic of his straw.  “I got a kiddy pool,” he said.

“You’re an ass, and if there’s sand in my closet, I’m going to have you shot,” Phil told him.

“Aw, you will not.” Clint flicked his sunglasses back into place and settled back, his cup resting on the flat plane of his stomach.  “You’d do it yourself.”

“Maybe.” Phil reached for the blender.  “There better not be booze in this, Barton.”

“There is so much booze in that,” Clint said, grinning.  “Why wouldn’t there be?  After all, I’m-”

“On vacation,” Phil finished for him.  He gave the blender cup a cautious sniff, and gave up, dumping in into a tiki mug. “Fine.  Vacation.”

just what you need

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

summary: “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

suggestive language. word count: 1,839


His lips caress the mic almost like a lover, whispered words of lust and promise as his melody sweeps through the dimly lit bar. With closed eyes his fingers strum over the guitar strings almost effortlessly, his eyes roam the crowd leaving him smug as he takes in their reactions. A quirk of his lips and suddenly he’s slamming down on the strings, the noise explosive as his body pushes up against the cold wood of his guitar. His voice is like velvet, sliding it’s way upon your skin and pulling you to the edge of your seat.

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good feelings

  • the thump in your chest as the bass of speakers vibrate through you
  • someone rubbing circles on your palm with their thumb
  • getting the pencil sharpened perfectly
  • drinking something really cold or hot and feeling it make its’ way down your system
  • sun against your back
Being Hoseok’s significant other...

Originally posted by forjimin

A/N: I honestly don’t think this is that good but hey! I felt like putting this down as I haven’t roleplayed in ages and miss writing in English. That being said English is not my mother tongue so there’s a high chance of me making typos and even grammar mistakes. I hope you’ll still be able to enjoy nonetheless !! ( I might make these types of posts for the other members, just felt inspired by Hobi tbh )

  • You met him while he was performing with his friends in Hongdae one night.
  • You never were an amazing dancer but you’ve always enjoyed watching others performing.
  • Actually, you often would stop in your tracks as you were just walking around in Hongdae to watch as small groups and even solo dancers came to show their art.
  • Hoseok immeditely caught your attention and you tried your best to follow his every movement although the place was quickly getting more and more crowded as people got intrigued.
  • You were always one to at least clap for a few moments at the end of every performance because you could imagine how nerve wracking it could be to come out and dance for everyone to see.
  • However, you were even more expressive this time around as you completely got lost in the moment.
  • Even now you can’t say what it was that excited you to the point of jumping, clapping and loudly cheering for these boys giving it their all.

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The Plan -WillNE

Anonymous said to simplysdmn:Ok could I please request a Stephen or will imagine (you pick!!) where they meet you after the sidemen match and you’re also a big youtuber and they like you or whatever but are kinda shy about it idk something like that please and thank you!!

A/N:I really liked this idea and I hope you liked the way it turned out, I chose Will because I’m more familiar with him but I kinda included Stephen too :), anyways enough rambling! Enjoy! 


Once the match had ended, all the players were evacuated off the pitch and all the people that invaded the pitch were safely evacuated also, we were told that all people with VIP holders were allowed back into hall were we could celebrate with the players. I came with Stephen to support his friend Will but I was also supporting a lot of the other players that I knew from Youtuber events.

I, myself was a Youtuber with 2 million subscribers making skits just like my mate Stephen. I think that’s why we were best friends, we were compatible on so many things but we always made the decision that we could never date as it would ruin the friendship we had.

Although he was always certain that he could match me up with his friend Will. I was the sister that he always mentioned. It got quite annoying at times but I didn’t mind when I knew he was talking to Will. He’d always mention me on the phone which I wouldn’t mind but I always thought what it would be like if I met him in person.

Well today was the actual day I’d meet him person and to tell the truth I wasn’t 

excited as I was supposed to be causing Stephen to question why I was acting strange. “Y/N, are you alright? You’re not as excited as you were earlier.”

“Yeah, well yesterday I wasn’t as excited as I was yesterday because, quite frankly, I’m shy. And you know that!” He laughed as we took the elevator up to the hall.

“You’d want to cut out the shyness because you’re about to meet him.” I sharply started touching up my makeup, making him break into more laughter.

The elevator stopped and I was already engulfed by the smell of sweat and strong cologne.

“Y/N!” I looked up and saw the bright smile of Calfreezy.

“Oh my God, Callum, you’re suffocating me and I literally slept on couch last night, the fuck is wrong with you?” I laughed at him once he loosened his grip on me.

“See, there’s something called adrenaline and really that’s fucking pumping around my body.”

“I forgot, I apologise,” I rolled my eyes while giggling a bit. “Anyways, congratulations! I’m very proud of you and your shitty knee.” We laughed and talked a bit more before I was pulled away by Stephen.

“Sorry Cal but you know my plan, well I’m about to go through with it.” I rolled my eyes and said my goodbye. On the way to wherever he was dragging me, I greeted some people that I recognised but finally we had reached Stephen’s beloved destination.

“Jesus Christ Steve, if you dragged me here for no reason and make me run out of breathe I’m going to kill you.” I threw him daggers until he nodded forward. I looked up and saw Will. I looked back over at Stephen making sure to send death threats through my eyes.

“Uh, hi! My name’s Will and you must be Y/N Y/L/N?” He chuckled softly and my surprised face.

“Yeah, that’s me! Nice to meet you.” I said quietly.

“Y/N, here is a Youtuber herself.” Stephen butted in trying to get the conversation flowing.

“And so I’ve heard, you never shut up about her Stephen.” Will laughed.

“Yeah, it gets quite annoying doesn’t it?” I laughed along.

“Sometimes but now I’ve realised he actually has quite some point to bring you up.” I looked away and laughed softly, embarrassment written all over my face.

“Oh God, I suppose you’ve watched my videos too?”

“I have actually and they’re pretty decent. I really like them, they’re better than Stephen’s.” We both laughed while Stephen scoffed.

“You guys are dicks, but do you want drinks?” Stephen asked.

“Yeah, coke is fine for me.” I replied

“I’ll go with a Corona.” Will replied.

Will talked for a little more until it was time we had to go onto separate buses to get to the after party.

Once we got on the bus, Stephen bombarded me with questions. It was quite funny when he got excited but I responded to every question he had.

“So the plan is that you talk to him for the rest of night play hard to get but give him his number before you leave.” 

“Stephen, you do realise you can give him my number?” I shook my head and chuckled.

“I could do that but it’ll better that way!” He kept trying to get his idea across until I confided.

“Fine, on one condition. You don’t bother me unless I ask for you. Deal?” I stuck out my hand and he reluctantly put his hand out.

“Ok I have a condition too, you go through with this plan, I’ll give you £500.” I smiled broadly and shook his hand.

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re worse.” We laughed. We talked a bit more until we reached the destination.

He walked me towards a group of the guys that were laughing and there he was standing there with all his glory. All it took was one look and a smile in my direction to make me turn around and run away. Sometimes my shyness overpowered me and right now that’s exactly what was happening. 

“Remember! £500 is on the table!” Stephen sang in my ear, I muttered a few profanities making him shoot me a smile. 

“I fucking hate you,” I mouthed at him while walking to Will.

“Hey you.” I poked his side.

“Hello! How was your bus ride?” He pulled me in for a hug.

“Not bad except for the fact that Stephen is a nuisance.” He agreed and laughed with me.

“Let’s go inside? Go get a drink?” I nodded. We walked in together, the pounding of the speaker already vibrating through my body. We reached the bar and we both sat down on a stool.

“What are you going to have?”

“I’ll have a gin & tonic.”

“I’ll have the same.” We had a small race on who was going to pay first and he won but it was all laughs later.

“I mean I’m not going to be able to living off of sponsorships forever so Youtube need to get their shit together.” I said

“Yeah, I completely agree but you’ve also got to see it from the advertisers perspective, like I understand why they don’t want their ads on certain things.” I nodded in agreement. A couple of drinks later the shyness had worn away and I was finally little more open to talking to him.

“Oh my God! I love this song!” False Alarm by Matoma started playing in the background and I started nodding my head to it without knowing.

“Ah, no way! Same!” I smiled and started singing along.

“Dance with me.” He said.

“Oh no, Will. I can’t dance for shit! I told you!”

“Oh come on, you won’t give me your number and you won’t dance with me. So unfair Y/N! So unfair!” I sighed playfully.

“Ok fine! Just this once!” His grin took up half his face and then stuck out his hand, I took and let him walk me to the dance floor.

I tapped my foot along to the song and sand along. 

“Come on! You’ve got to have something in you!”

“I dont know, maybe!” I moved my hips to the music and let loose. Not too soon the song was over. 

“Y/N! You’re a liar!”

“What? I wasn’t going to be stuck up! And I’m not that good.”

“Well, in my eyes it was quite beautiful.” I scoffed and look away the shyness kicking in again.

“You’re too much.” I giggled.

“You’re too cute.”

“Do you say this to all the girls you meet?” I laughed.

“No, just the ones that I think deserve it.”

“So I deserve your cheesy compliments?”

“Only in return for your number.”

“And if I don’t?”

“No more cheesy compliments. I can tell you like it!”

“Ok fine you win.” I rolled my eyes and handed him my phone, unlocking it and opening the contacts app.

The night finally arose, or morning as it was almost 4am. The night was full of laughters, smiles and giggles. 

“I expect a text message tomorrow afternoon Mr Lenney.”

“You’ve got it Ms Y/L/N.” He gave me a tight hug and I made my way to the taxi I was taking with Calfreezy and got a drunk phone call from Stephen when we got home.

“Well, how did it go?” He slurred.

“Aren’t you sleeping at his house?”

“Yeah but he’s already asleep and I’ve got the couch so be quiet.” I giggled at his stupidity.

“Oh alright then, I’m going to be honest and say I actually had so much fun.” He started freaking out on the other side and it took me so long to get him to calm down.

“I’m going to need you to calm down and not wake up the whole building, alright?”

“Oh, yeah I forgot, sorry. You said you had fun! So I was right! I knew you’d like each other. Most importantly did you give him your number?”

“Yes. I gave him my number.” I rolled my eyes but a smile was on my face.

“Ok great! See you in a couple of days then?”

“You got it! Sleep tight Steve.”

“You too!” And with that I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.

My Girl

Requested by @nunchiwrites <3

Sorry this took forever! :( I had a lot of different ideas on this so I consulted my friend and she chose this one. And then I got writer’s block like nobody’s business. That’s why it took so long.

Also, thank you to @laineylovegirl for helping me write this and actually writing most of it, TBH! <3 You’re amazing!

Genre: X Reader, Vampire AU

Member(s): Chanyeol <3

POV: First person

Warning(s): alcohol, swearing, ummmm…Vampires, Werewolves, fighting, blah blah blah

Summary: You go out with a friend and somehow end up in a predicament. Lucky for you, someone and his friends just so happen to be there. Also lucky for you, someone is a sweetheart and not an asshole.

Originally posted by starricks-moustache

^Vampire Yeollie in action😂


“Sora,” I whined, pouting like a child. “Do I have to go in there?”

She made a face, nodding her head.

“C’mon, Y/N, we already discussed this.” She chided, squeezing my arm. “Remember, this morning?”

I scowled, remembering the conversation she referred to.

“Y/N, you never do anything fun. You should come out with me tonight.” She said, arms crossed as she looked me up and down.  “You’ve stayed up for one full night, what’s the harm in staying up another?”

“Please, no…” I groaned, rubbing at the bags under my eyes. They certainly weren’t Gucci bags. Nope, those were the eye-bags of someone who had stayed up 24 hours studying and was living solely off of coffee and granola bars. How she thought I needed to party and not sleep, I wasn’t sure.

“What were you planning on doing tonight then, hmm? Why not have a good time?”

“Sleeping sounds like a good time to me.”

She scoffed, shaking her head.

“I’m dragging you out with me tonight, whether you’re awake or not.” She retorted, walking out of the kitchen.

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calfreezy imagine - what a start to the year..

REQUESTED:  “I beg you do a really hot & smutty Freezy imagine where Y/N teases him throughout the whole night of the NYE party and he can’t take it anymore so they have rough 👉🏼👌🏼”

The room was loud, and crowded, and hot. The floor shook under the vibrations of the speakers, where Tobi stood arranging songs. Everybody else was on the dance floor. It was a mess of sweaty, drunken bodies - and this was only an hour in. New Years Eve was never a disappointment in the flat of the Cal’s and the Mr Wroetoshaw.

I took a minute out and headed to the kitchen. In the corner was a table, absolutely stacked with several different spirits and bottles of liqueor. I made small talk with the people around; Josh and Freya, Sarah, Gee and JJ. I then proceeded to pour the liquids into a red cup. As I did this, my phone vibrated.

I pulled the device out of my bra and checked it. 

‘Message from: Freezy’

‘You look hot as fuck.’

I smirked at the text as I looked up, trying to find his place in the room. It wasn’t long before I found him. He stood right by the door, clad in a mustard coloured pullover and jeans. He engaged in conversation with Manny and Simon, however his eyes were not on them.

They were on me.

I watched as his lips moved, his fingers wrapped around the plastic cup. His eyes did not leave mine until Sarah approached me.

“Y/N! Come on we have to dance!”

I broke the contact, looking up at her as she dragged me onto the dance floor. As I finished the rest of my drink - and Sarah’s - I began to feel happier, more confident, warmer. However, Cal’s eyes still did not leave mine. It didn’t matter where he was, or who he was talking to, he was watching me. 

And I loved it.

Cal and I had only known eachother for just over a year, and I had been attracted to him since the very first day we met. Our friendship rested completely on flirtatious comments and subtle touches at dinners. Nothing had ever happened between us, but I knew damn well I wanted something to. And by the look on his face, it looked like he did too.

“Ladies,” Lux approached us, passing both Sarah and I another red cup, discarding our current ones to the floor. I accepted, instantly swallowing as much of the beverage as I could. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“So you and Freezy hmm?”

I smirked, simply shrugging before continuing dancing. I made sure Cal was still watching as I decided to spice things up. My hips swaying dramatically, hair a sweaty mess around my head I closed my eyes, rotating my waist in time with the music. I took occasional glances at the boy. He was still talking, however this time, he was more than subtly unfocused. He bit his swelling lips as he watched me, a hand in his hair. I smirked once again before tipping my head back and finishing the rest of the cup. 

As I made my way back to the drinks table my phone vibrated once again. 

‘Stop that.’

I smiled, typing out a reply.

‘Stop what, Cal? Having fun?’

I watched him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He smiled slightly as his eyes skimmed over the text before focusing back on me.

‘I can show you fun if you like.’

I raised my eyebrows suggestively, placing my phone back in my bra and returning to where Sarah and Lux were on the dance floor. The dance moves continued for about an hour, and so did the drinks. I felt too warm, and was beginning to get tired as it edged closer and closer to midnight. 

“I’m just gonna go get some air!” I shouted at Sarah over the music before turning and heading to the balcony. The air was cold, however the alcohol in my system had control over my temperature.

“You,” a pair of arms rested on the railings either side of me. “Are evil.”

I turned around, coming face to face with Cal.

“How so?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. His eyes darkened.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he edged closer to me. his voice was deep and husky as he gripped the railings behind me, leaving me pushed against them. “Teasing. You’re teasing me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Oh but you do Y/n. You know exactly what I mean.” He trailed a single finger up the exposed skin of my thigh. My breath hitched in my throat. “Exactly. I know you want me Y/n.”

My voice was merely a whisper as I uttered out the words “Do I?”

He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Well do you?”

Hands still lingering over my thighs he attached his lips to my neck, sucking lightly. My eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He questioned in a demanding manor.

“Yes; I want you.”

“Say no more. Follow me.”

He gave me a smile before returning into the building. My legs shook, heat rising through my stomach as I followed him through the crowds of people. Eventually he found Tobi. He whispered something to him, to which Tobi shook his head.

“No way. Not happening.”

“Tobi, please.”

“…Fine,” He handed Cal a pair of keys. “But not in my bed!”

Cal shook Tobi’s hand before grabbing mine, hurrying us both out of the apartment. We got into the lift and he pressed the numbers to take us up to Tobi’s apartment. As soon as the lift doors closed he shoved me into the wall, pressing his lips to mine aggressively. His tongue entered my mouth and I moaned. He spanked me suddenly, my mouth falling open. 

As the lift doors opened we didn’t break contact, our mouths still moving in sync all the way to Tobi’s front door. He shoved in the keys and the door opened. We wasted no time rushing into Callum’s office, him pressing me up against the door. I tugged on his shirt and he removed it.

“This.” He pulled on my dress. “Off.”

I undid the straps and pulled the fabric over my head leaving me completely exposed in front of him. He pressed his lips to mine once again. I moaned as his hand found it’s way around my throat. 

“Off.” I muttered, pulling at his jeans. He unbuttoned them and let them fall to his feet. Instantly I moved my hand to his member, palming him over the fabric. A throaty groan left his throat as he rested his head on my shoulder, grabbing my waist. I pulled down his underwear and continued my actions.

“Oh my God Y/n.” He groaned.

I pushed him down onto his desk chair, placing myself steadily on top of him. We both moaned as he entered me and I sucked at the skin on his neck, leaving bites all over his throat. I rotated in circles on top of him, our moans filling the room, the windows steaming up. As his hands grasped my butt almost painfully I felt my stomach tighten.

“Cal-I’m close.”

“Me too babe.”

His thrusts became sloppier as we both let go, waves of pleasure escalating through my body. 

“Oh my god..” I panted, running my fingers over the already forming bruises on his throat. 

“I’ve been waiting a year to do that.” 

“Let’s make it a regular occurrence?” I asked, smirking.

“Deal.”

I looked over at the clock on his desk - seven minutes past midnight.

“Cal..it’s 2017.”

He smirked. “What a way to start the year.”

Downfall [01]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,360

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21


Run.

That’s the only thing on your mind and that’s all you focus on doing.

Dusk has fallen over this region of the city already, and the street laid out before you is enveloped in its shadows. The only sounds disturbing the still night are your shallow breaths and the flurry of footsteps echoing harshly from each deliberate step on the pavement—some of them caused by you and the others belonging to your pursuers. You try to maintain your pace as you rush around the corner of a tall building and into an obscure alleyway. A good distance behind you, two men are relentlessly chasing after you while shouting profanities along with their winded gasps, driven only by the raw determination to keep up. You turn another corner and slip into an even darker passageway, but you soon slow your strides and come to an abrupt halt, staring at the solid concrete wall before you.

A dead end.

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About Molly the cat

About Bonniebird is here if you wanted to read it lol xD


Where do I even start with my little princess. Right well. She has to sleep next to me. If she can’t see me when she’s sleeping she cries. She is the biggest drama queen you will ever meet!!!!

She’s about 6 / 7 years old although the vet thinks there’s a small chance she could be little younger. 

She likes to watch TV and has some fav shows which are barbie in the dream house, how to train your dragon, Gotham and this cat video on YouTube with loads of birds??? You try and change the channel or watch something else you have either a spiky kitty on your hands or she ignores you all day but makes sure you KNOW she’s ignoring you.


She loves cheese! She often tries to steal cheese and onion crisps or onion rings. She also likes spicy BBQ chicken and will do what ever it takes to get her paws on it (Even almost breaking into the fridge)

She can unlock the bathroom door. She also turns the bathroom light on and off if you’d been in there to long and likes to assist with teeth brushing (Smacking the tooth brush out of your mouth) By some miracle she hasn’t figured out she can open the living room door at night xD

She likes to get in the sofa. She also likes to hide things inside the sofa and spent a few solid months pulling stuffing out of it. She loves Jerome Valeska’s laugh and makes this weird purring noise back to it. She also likes Dean Winchester and Derek Hale’s voices they also make her purr but i’m pretty sure it’s the sound of the voices and the way my laptop speakers vibrate?

She loves catnip. I mean she will go nuts for it. She thinks you’re going to take the catnip?  You’re probably going to have a new cat bracelet xD

She is a GIANT baby. I mean she gets beat up by bugs and little birds and spiders and will come crying to me to get rid of it. (The spider one often means we both avoid a room)

She’s all talk but no fight and likes to act all big and tough to other cats but as soon as they get close she runs and hides between my legs.

Most of the time she follows me or can see where I am / what I’m doing at all times and I’ll get told off if she can’t. She likes to be carried like a baby and will cling onto my shoulder and chitter at me.

If I have nightmares she wakes me up and strokes me with her paw or tail and sometimes head butts me until she knows i’m ok.

She likes to hold hands / paws and makes a giggling purr sound if you tickle her toe beans. She rushes over if I cry or feel sad and I end up with a big purring mess of fur rolling around and rubbing up me and it’s the best thing ever.

She runs the house! Like there is no other way to explain it but she has to sit where she wants and things go where she wants (Or they end on the floor)


We have a special language and body language thing which I’m 100% she taught me / she learned because I reacted to certain sounds, not the other way round. She has certain meows for yes, know maybe (Why this was ever a thing I don’t know because believe me she throws around the maybes), up, down and mum.

We also have a little sign that she’s nervous if someone she doesn’t like is in the house. She’ll sit in a certain spot and do a little tail thing and that’s her going, i’m out of the way but I wanna make sure I can see you.

She also has this thing about waving. If you wave at her she’ll wave back and sometimes yawn but if you don’t wave back she’ll keep going until you do it back.

And last but not least the nose bup! Basically it’s like a kitten kiss but instead of nose to nose bumping she bumps my fingertip if she does’t want a proper kitten kiss or can’t get close enough.

She makes a noise that sounds like ‘bup, bup’ and then she wiggles all her whiskers back and forth before be tap her nose to my finger. I now have to say boop boop back or she cries at me.

Deadlines

This is my first fanfic you guys! This is oneshot and I will be working on fanfics with the other members of BTS. I hope you enjoy this, you are welcome to talk to me in asks or whatever… Thanks to @fightme-bangtan for reading through this a million times and helping me create the story. ILYSM!<3 

Jungkook x reader

Genre: slight smut? With a plot? [lime]

Warnings: lil’ swearing, tiny bit of sexual content

Rated: M but only like, a little…

Originally posted by kths

The music pumped through the big speakers and vibrated through the dance studio. You followed the steps you choreographed for the rookie girl group 2x2’s first full album. This was the first group Bighit had created since BTS, and you were hired as their choreographer. Usually you wouldn’t be into girlgroup dances, and would prefer boygroup dances, but 2x2 were actually pretty cool and weren’t into too girly things either, so things worked just fine. The slow beat of the song were calling for something very sexy compared to the other songs, so you were pretty much at a loss. You had been in the studio for what seemed like hours - you jumped out of the bed this morning and ran to the studio as fast as possible. Choreographers have deadlines too. Your head was starting to hurt from listening to the same song over and over again, so you decided to play some slow Rn’B to see if you could gain any inspiration. Lil Wayne’s Curtains started playing, and you closed your eyes feeling the music. Your hips started moving after some time, and you let your hands roam over your body before squatting down doing body rolls with slight twerking. You fell onto your knees and started grinding on the floor pushing yourself backwards. You felt your muscles straining in your arms, but you kept going before doing a knee glide and straightening your leg in the air, putting it down while pushing your chest up while running your hands through your hair. You stopped dancing and just gave up, lying there flat on the floor. The song came to a halt, but you were too lazy to go do anything when Pink Room started playing.

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Waiting Game [Yoonseok - M]

Author’s Note: I’m so late for posting this it’s not even funny, but I just hope the person this is for enjoys it! Once again, I’ve participated in the @btsbound fic exchange, and this is the result. 

Prompt: Hoseok is a bartender, and him and Yoongi meet at the bar he works at every Saturday, and spend the night together. It’s a no strings attached relationship and they both know little to nothing about each other. But everything changes when Hoseok notices he’s falling for the man he has been sleeping with for all these months.

Word Count: 6,248

Originally posted by fairybcby

There are a lot of things you come to learn about a person from the other side of the bar, three drinks deep and you keep them coming. People rely on you for moral support, they come to appreciate an extra ear to listen, even if they know it’s nothing but utter bullshit spewing from your mouth at every word. You’ve suddenly replaced or have become their only therapist in life, supporting them through whatever has been thrown in their direction. You see who people truly are, discover their hidden secrets and darkest desires.

And yet at the end of the day, who does Hoseok have to rely on? Nobody but himself.

That is, until a brooding, silent man with tousled blonde strands and a permanent frown took residence upon the black, rubber stool in front of him on a slow Saturday night.

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The Lucky One

Summary: A game of rock-paper-scissors decides who goes where while on a hunt. Dean isn’t surprised when he loses, but boy is he disappointed.

Pairing: platonic Winchester x Reader

A/N: Okay, this took way too long for me to write. Sorry! First official installment of the gif challenge which you can find here!

Warnings: SPN swearing, Dean being a sore loser, fluffy


It was pretty rare for the boys to split up, but apparently this case was oh so special and they were going their separate ways for the night. You didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing at this point. 

“Look, Dean,” Sam says, “it’ll be fine.”

“No, Sam,” he counters, turning to face his brother, “what if something happens? Huh? Then what?”

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