watch as another car bounces up and down in the middle of the night

Soccer Mom [Steve Harrington x Reader]

Word Count: 1303

Warnings: A few curse words

Summary: Steve invites [Y/N] to come demo-dog hunting with him and Dustin.

A/N: It’s my first Steve Harrington x Reader so have mercy 🤗

Originally posted by nancywheeleers

This was the last thing I expected to happen on my Friday night in. My crush, Steve Harrington, had just showed up at my door holding a baseball bat full of nails with a middle schooler bouncing around behind him.

“We need your help,” Steve said as soon as I opened the door. 

“Hello to you to, Steve. What exactly do you need my help with?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and crossing my arms.

“Monster hunting!” Dustin jumped in from behind Steve, a smiled plastered on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked Dustin and Steve.

“It’s happening again,” Steve said. My eyes widened. Last year when the Upside Down was a threat to Hawkins, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, and I had teamed up to kill the demogorgon in the Byer’s house.

“You were pretty bad-ass last time,” Steve pointed out, recalling when I beat the shit out of the demogorgon with my own nail bat. “We could use that again.” I smirked.

“One second,” I said, turning around and racing into the other room. I came back a few seconds later in a leather jacket, holding my nail bat. “Let’s go.” I walked out of the house feeling Steve’s eyes follow me.

Dustin led Steve and I through the woods until we ended up in an abandoned junkyard full of run down cars and spare parts.

“Oh yeah, this’ll do,” Steve said, heading towards the big bus in the middle.

“Hey guys!” We turned to see Max and Lucas on top of a hill, waving at us and parking their bike. The two kids ran over to the group.

“Ok, we need a plan to catch Dart,” Lucas said.

“Wait, who’s Dart?” I asked.

“My ex-pet that went crazy and the demogorgon dog that we’re trying to catch. Keep up,” Dustin quickly explained.

“Well if it’s a dog, it should like meat, right? We can lure it with meat,” I suggested.

“Where the hell are we supposed to get meat?” Dustin asked.

“The market, dipshit,” Steve snapped.

“Oh right,” Dustin got quieter, while I snickered. Steve winked at me, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Later that night us five were hiding in the bus, the meat we had bought sitting outside. Dustin had begun to freak out, his nerves taking over.

“What if something goes wrong? What if-”

“Dude, get a grip!” Steve yelled, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders. “Nothing’s gonna happen, just get ready.” Steve handed him a lighter to defend himself, which Dustin stuffed in his pocket.

A faint Rrrrrrr could be heard from outside.

“It’s here,” Max said, her eyes filled with fear.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I told her.

“Stay here,” Steve said, grabbing his bat, heading outside.

“Steve!” I whispered, causing him to whip around. “You’re not going out there alone.” I grabbed my baseball bat from the corner and walked towards him. “Together, okay?”

“Okay.” A quiet “get a room” could be heard from Dustin in the back of the bus. I just rolled my  eyes and stepped out of the bus, right behind Steve. Both of us started to whistle, trying to draw the demo-dogs out.

“Come on, buddy,” Steve said.

“Dinnertime,” I whispered. “I taste better than that cat, I promise.”

“I can second that,” Steve flirted.

“Not the time, Harrington.”


We were walking towards the growls coming from inside the fog. The fog lightened up revealing a fully-grown Dart.

“Shit,” I whispered, stepping closer to it.

“STEVE, [Y/N]! WATCH OUT!” They heard Lucas scream from his hiding spot.

“Little busy here!” Steve replied, inching closer to Dart.  

“3 0’CLOCK!” Lucas screamed. Hearing that, my head whipped over to my right where I saw another demo-dog stalking towards us.

“Double shit,” I whispered.

“GUYS, ABORT! ABORT!” Dustin yelled. Steve turned around to look at Dustin for one second, but turned back around just in time to push him and I out of the way of Dart who pounced at us. As soon as we regained our balance, we were attacked left and right. Me and Steve kept swinging our nail bats, barely looking at where we were swinging.

“Hurry!” Max hollered. Steve and I made worried eye contact for a split second before sprinting back to the bus, the dogs right behind us.

“Come on!” The kids screamed, but Steve went down as one of the dogs grabbed one of his legs.

“Go!” He told me, but of course I would never leave him. I swung my bat as hard as I could, sending the demo-dog flying across the yard. The kids ran out and grabbed Steve and his bat, pulling him back into the bus, with me behind them to make sure they got in safe. As soon as everyone was in the bus, I slammed the doors shut, breathing heavily from fear.

“You ok?” I quickly asked Steve who looked a bit shaken. He nodded quickly. The dogs were ramming themselves against the locked doors, trying to get in. The bus was getting shaken from the dogs hitting it, resulting in screams of terror from the kids.

“They can’t get in!” I reminded them, hoping to calm them down, but a few of the dogs heads were sticking in through the door. Steve grabbed his bat and started hitting them. Dustin ran to his bag where he grabbed his walkie-talkie and started pleading for help.

“Is anybody there?” He asked. “Mike? Will? God?! Anyone?!” One large blow to the bus made everyone scream. “We’re at the old junk yard, and we are going to die!”

The roof of the bus was getting hit hard, and we could all see the dents caused by the blows. But what we didn’t realize was that one of the emergency exits at the top of the roof was open. One of the demo-dogs was on top of it, peering down at a frightened Max. As soon as she screamed, Steve and I rushed over screaming “out of the way,” pushing the kids behind us. We took out our bats and started swinging at the dog.

“You want some?!” Steve hollered. But the dog suddenly snapped its head in the opposite direction. It retreated and all the other growls and blows to the bus stopped. Nobody dared to make a sound as Steve and I stepped outside the bus to make sure it was clear.

“What happened?” Lucas asked firmly, stepping outside along with Dustin and Max.

“I don’t know,” Max replied.

“Do you think we scared them off?” Dustin asked.

“No,” I said, turning to the kids. “They’re going somewhere.”

“Head inside and gather the stuff, we’ll be right in there,” Steve told the kids. They all ran inside to gather the hunting supplies.

“Bad-ass once again,” Steve said to me flashing his charming smile.

“You really like those kids, don’t you?” I replied.

“They’re good kids,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” I replied, smiling. You know, you’re kinda like a soccer mom. All protective and stuff” Me and Steve both broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Nah, more like a crazy latina mother,” Steve added. The laughter died down, and we knew we had to talk about what was gonna come next.

“Do you think everything will turn out okay?” I asked, fear in their eyes.

“I hope so,” Steve said, cautiously reaching out for my hand. I took charge and gripped his tightly. We both turned to look at each other.

“I won’t let anything hurt you,” he said.

“I know. And if any dog tries to hurt you I’ll swing at it with my bad-ass bat until it’s dead three times over.” Steve snickered.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s check on those kids.” Hand in hand we began to walk back towards the bus.

“Lead the way, soccer mom.”

Family Games’ Night

Originally posted by niklausxcaroline

Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Length: 1428 words

Warnings: not really, just cute bbys playing DnD

When you’d first begun dating Steve Harrington, you didn’t think you would ever consider hanging out with a bunch of middle-schoolers ‘fun’. But, here you were, at the Wheeler’s house, ‘babysitting’ on a Friday night.

It started off with Dustin Henderson, AKA; the sweetest boy you’d ever met. The kid had a lisp (which stemmed from his cleidocranial dystosis), a passion for nerdy games and movies, and sometimes he tried to seem cooler than he was (although, you had a suspicion that was just to get girls’ attention). Dustin had almost literally adopted Steve as his older-male-authority-figure, and you were struck dumb by how seriously Steve actually took it. But, considering neither of them had siblings (and Steve parents were mostly absent, or dictating at him), unlike the rest of their friends, it hadn’t surprised you too much that they were so close.

Dustin had begun to appear in the backseat of Steve’s car, whenever Steve picked you up to go on a date or hang out. It mostly meant the two of you were dropping him off somewhere (which was usually the Wheeler’s, the Arcade, or the Byers’), but occasionally the three of you would go out for ice-cream, or for KFC. Secretly, your heart warmed at Steve’s interactions with the kid. Even more secretly, you wondered if he would be like that with other kids’ (maybe even yours, one day?).

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The King (5) (NSFW)

Originally posted by castlewyvern


T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: Smut

A/N: A day early! Hopefully I’ll have that Nat Pride fic out for you guys tomorrow! Also, look at those thighs. LOOK AT THEM!

He stepped behind you, the cold gold chain caressing your throat as he did so. He clasped the necklace closed and leaned down to kiss your neck as his strong hands drifted over your shoulders giving them a small squeeze.

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Whatever It Takes: Chapter 4

ACOTAR Figure Skating AU

Summary: Nesta firmly believes that if you want something, you have to work your ass off for it. And she wants a National title attached to her name. But when her coach decides that a change in discipline is what Nesta needs, she’s far from impressed. Now, instead of training as a ladies single skater, she has to switch gears and skate as a pairs skater. And her partner? Someone she can’t stand. Non other than cocky, flirtatious, former Men’s skater Cassian.
Edited by: @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie

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Azirel kept his eyes down low, trained on the floor.

He didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. Because if he did, they would see his face. And he would have to deal with the confusion and pity in their eyes.

He didn’t want their pity. Not one bit.

Azriel stood at the very end of the counter with his hands pushed deep in the pockets of his jacket. It was pretty early in the morning - just after seven. The local coffee shop was in the middle of its morning rush.

Azriel kept his eyes downcast as he glanced around the room. Elders, business people, students, families - an abundance of different people were gathered in the small shop. Normally, Azriel would have gone through the drive-thru to grab his black coffee on his way to school. But that morning, with the rain coming down in sheets, it was much quicker to just go inside.

“Extra large, black.”

He stepped forward, giving the young man behind the counter a quick nod of thanks as he handed Az his coffee, then turned on his heel. He made his way towards the door, pulling up his hood as he went, keeping his eyes down the whole time.

A mix of wind and rain slapped him in the face the moment he opened the door, the dainty bell ringing above him as he went.

Keys gripped tightly in one hand and coffee in the other, Azriel ran across the parking lot to his car. Water splashed against his legs as rain bounced off of his back. By the time he reached his car, he was already soaked.

He was half in the car when he heard a vehicle pull up next to him and the sound of his name being called over the downpour of rain.


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The Labyrinth Chapter 30

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.5k

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

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Super Strange Things

Pairing: Eventual Johnathan Byers x Reader

Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

Warning: Warped time line.

“Y/N!” your elder brother called from the kitchen of the small rent home that your father had paid for in cash, his voice booming off the walls. “Would you hurry the hell up?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you huff out in annoyance, your fingers swiftly braiding your H/L, H/C hair into a loose French braid. You had already applied mascara onto your lashes from the single tube of the liquid substance that you owned, which had been snagged from a gas station one night while your father wasn’t looking. You quickly shimmied into your black denim jeans and shrugged on a loose black shirt and stepped into your ankle high black boots. You complete the dark look with a single pop of color, a green plaid shirt, which you promptly tied around your waist instead of slipping it onto your arms.

You snatched your army green bag from the floor of the makeshift room you were sharing with your little brother, Sam, since it was only a two roomed rent house, and tossed it over your shoulder, running out of the room.

“Here, you’re going to have to eat in the car,” Dean grunted as he handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the plate from him, carful to not let the plastic fork drop to the ground.

“Sammy’s already in the car,” Dean said.

“Since when are you so eager to be on time?” You asked as you shove a fork full of eggs into your mouth.

“Dads orders,” Dean said.

You snorted, “Again, since when?”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but put his arm around your shoulders as to usher you out of the house faster.

“I don’t know, but he wants us to behave this go around,” Dean explained.

“And by ‘us’ I assume he means just you and me?” You ask.

Dean smirks as he opens the door to the impala, “You know it.”

You chuckle slightly as you round the car to take your place in the passenger side seat. Sammy had always been the picture of innocence, he always took the classes he was put in seriously, liked to do his homework, and generally enjoyed the normal life.

You and Dean however, well, that was another story.

While you were slightly more behaved than Dean, you were nothing compared to Sam. Your grades were good enough to pass you, which is more than you could say for Dean most of the time, but they were not honor, nor banner, roll material for that matter. You preferred to spend the time you should be paying attention to your teacher drawing in your sketchbook or skipping out on classes to go sketch out the scenery elsewhere. Dean, however, enjoyed spending his time making out with random girls in the janitors closets or vacant classrooms.

“Alright, is everyone clear on their job?” Dean asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered from the back seat. He had his elbow on the arm rest, and his face laying on his closed fist, brown puppy eyes staring blankly out the window.

“What’s wrong little one?” you asked, shifting around in your seat as Dean cranked the car, the engine sprang to life with a comforting purr.

“It’s nothing,” Sam muttered.

“Obviously not,” you countered, “You look like you just lost your best friend.”

“I don’t have a best friend to lose,” Sam sighed, “I hate bouncing from school to school. I don’t even know how to make friends! How am I supposed to get those kids to like me when they’re just going to think I’m trying to replace their dead friend?”

“We don’t know that the kid is dead, Sammy,” Dean muttered from the driver’s seat as he sped down the road ways to the school. You had no idea how Dean always knew the location of everything, but he always seemed to know where he was going. You had a suspicion that it was some kind of super power.

“Yea, we don’t know what happened to any of those missing people,” you said, quickly backing your older brother. “He’s only been gone a few days. He could even just be lost in the woods.”

“Yea, whatever you guys say,” Sam said as he turned his attention back to the scenery rolling by outside of the car window. You sighed at your little brother and fixed yourself in your seat, making brief eye contact with your older brother, a look you knew the meaning to all too well, as it had been drilled into your head since before you can remember.

Look out for Sammy.

All eyes followed your brother’s sleek impala as it pulled into the school parking lot, everyone’s normal morning activates came to a halt as they traded them in to watch you two of you get out the car, which had previously been blaring ACDC. Dean, as always, was the first to get out. He slammed the door shut, and suddenly, every pair of female eyes had turned to him, small smirks growing on some of their faces.

Dean sent a flirtatious wink to a group of four girls giving him the once over, who all busted out into girly giggles at the action. You rolled your eyes lightly but still chuckled at your brother’s behavior none the less.

You got out the car next, Sammy had already been brought to the middle school side where you three had spotted the Wheeler boy and his two friends, Sinclair and Henderson, getting off of their parked bikes. Sam had sighed dramatically at both his siblings encouragement to “go get them tiger” before you had let him out of the back seat, all three of his targets eyes swept over the impala and watched you leaning over to let your younger brother out. When you had seen them, you threw a wink at the young curly haired boy who turned red in response. When you and Dean pulled off, you could see the same kid approach Sam.

Now, you were the one slipping from the car. You rested your arms on the top of the impala, watching through your dark octagon sunglasses (also stolen from a gas station) as heads turned your way. The girls were quick to size you up and you saw more than a few of the boy’s checking you out. You resisted the urge to crinkle your nose at them. Unlike Dean, you were not flirtatious.

Not that you weren’t sexually attracted to people, you just didn’t see the point in forming a romantic attachment with someone when you knew you wouldn’t be staying around long. And you got attached a lot faster to people than you’d care to admit aloud, which is why you didn’t typically bother making friends either.

Your E/C gaze swept over the campus, mentally mapping it out and taking special precautions to note every exit you could see. Slowly, you rounded the car after shutting the door to meet Dean. The bell ran in the distance, and the two of you began to make your way to the building, where you would have to find the principal’s office to get your schedule and be ushered to your respective classes.

You let out a lengthy sigh, “How mad do you think dad would be if I skipped out of the first day?”

“I’m going to go with very.” Dean answered. “So don’t even think about it. We have orders to behave.”

You snorted, always the perfect soldier, that one.

“Whatever you say, big brother.”

The trip to the principal’s office was uneventful. You and Dean had each been given a copy of your schedule and were taken to separate classrooms, as Dean was a year older than you. You were lead to a class room with an older woman at the head, who made you say your full name and where you were from and asked if you had any specific hobbies, which you had answered, the latter of the questions being drawing and the violin.

You were then seated by a boy with long brown hair, who was staring intently at his text book, a faraway look on his face. From the photos that your father had shown you, you knew him to be Johnathan Byers, your mission. By the time the lunch bell rang, you had already planned your first move.

Your E/C eye quickly scanned the school yard, looking for the boy you had seen earlier in home room, Johnathan Byers, elder brother to Will Byers, the missing kid. From the few times you gazed had skimmed over him today, you had quickly discovered that he was a loner. He never interacted with one, never spoke out in class, or did anything to make himself stand out.

Your gaze soon washed over him, finding the boy sitting at a picnic table, characteristically by himself. He appeared to be flipping through something, you couldn’t make out what from this distance, but you soon planned on finding out. Every other table in the yard was full, friends had already clicked off and were going about their lunch, nibbling on the food their mothers had packed and catching up on the latest gossip the day had brought.

Heaving your school bag higher on your shoulder, you began making your way over to the table. Johnathan paid you no mind as you approached, most likely thinking that you were just a passerby. However, you stopped before him, the shade your shadow provided causing him to look up curiously.

“Mind if I sit? Everywhere else is full and loud.”

The boy blinked up at you a few times in shock before he slowly nodded, motioning for you to sit down. “Yea, go ahead.”

“Awesome, thanks.” You grinned.

You placed your bag down on the bench with a thunk and soon seated yourself. You began to dig through your bag, looking for the lunch Dean always packed, a ham sandwich in a plastic bag, a small bag of chips and a banana, all stuffed inside a brown paper bag.

“How come you’re not sitting with the others?” you asked casually as you slip the sandwich from your bag.

“Not much of a people person,” Johnathan responded.

You took a bite out of your sandwich, “I can respect that.”

The boy looked up at you from under his long bangs, “What about you?”

“Never stay in one place long enough to bother making friends,” you say nonchalantly, fishing around in your bag for the bottle of water Dean had also probably placed there. He was such a mother hen.

You soon found it and let out a satisfied, “Aha!” causing the boy to look up at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I knew my brother put it in here. I just have a mess in this bag, kinda makes it hard to find things.”

Johnathan nodded, returning his attention to the thing he was flipping through before. Now that you were up close, you could see that he was flipping through a set of photos. It was then that you noticed the camera sitting beside his bag. So he’s in to photography…

“You have photography classes here?” you ask, your interest was peeked.

“Yea,” Johnathan replied, “Nothing to fancy, just the basics. And we have a dark room on campus.”

You bobbed your head up and down in recognition of his words, “I’d always wanted to learn how to develop pictures, but we don’t sit still long enough for me to learn. My dad’s a traveling detective,” you explained, hoping to peek the boy’s interest.

“A traveling deceive?”

“I don’t think that’s the actual term for it, but that’s what he does. He’s a member of the FBI that specializes in strange cases.”

Johnathan’s eyes flickered over you for a moment before he glued them back to the table. “What weird case is he working on here?”

Got him.

“There’s been a string of missing persons throughout the area. In this town Will Byers, but here’s been a bunch more in the surrounding towns. People just vanishing into thin air. No bodies, no signs of where they went.”

You took another bite of your sandwich.

“Dads says there’s gotta be a reason bodies aren’t turning up, whatever’s going on, whoever is behind this, he’s keeping them alive for a reason. At least that’s his figuring,” you explained further, opening your bag of chips.

You popped a Cheeto in your mouth and watched Johnathan’s brain reel from across the table as he soaked in the bits of information you had fed him. His fingers had long since stopped flipping through his collections of photos to simply rested upon them, unmoving.

“What do you think happened to them?” Johnathan ask quietly, his eyes glued to the grainy wood of the outdoor table.

“I think that my dad is the best at what he does, and I think he’s going to bring these people home to their families.” You met Johnathan’s gaze as he lifted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Will is my little brother,” the boy admitted quietly.

“Well,” you paused, remembering he hadn’t actually introduced himself to you yet, “I’m sorry I’ve been chatting with you but I forgot to ask your name?”

“Johnathan Byers,” he introduced.

You smiled once more, “Well, Johnathan, my dad’s going to bring your little brother home.”

when things go bump in the night

summary: in which you have a late night run in with a seemingly vicious vampire, only to find out he’s not as intimidating as you first made him out to be.

characters: shin hoseok x female!reader

genre: vampire au, suggestive shit

warnings: very faint mentions of blood, choking, suggestive shit

author’s note: this is my first paranormal au scenario!!! if i’m being honest, i love love love reading these…. so expect more in the future, maybe?? idk, depending on how this one goes, I guess,,,

Originally posted by the-xclan

You step out of the little bakery and into the frigid fall air, immediately grabbing your bare arms while simultaneously cursing at yourself for not thinking to bring any sort of protection from the bone-chilling, autumn nights. You cautiously survey the area; taking in your surroundings before turning back toward the door. You manage to lock it, despite your trembling hands, and turn around, making your way down the sidewalk. You take an exceptionally deep breath before exhaling, examining the visible puff of air in front of you, not looking forward to the mile long hike back to your house.

The minuscule town you called home was already vacant during the day time, but at night it was like that of a ghost town; not a soul in sight. Hardly anything in sight for that matter, due to the thick pool of fog that resides throughout the barren streets. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. That in itself was just one of the many, many reasons you hated being out at that time of night.

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Escape - Chapter Eleven

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Dean, Reader; Sam

2,384 Words

Series Warnings: Angst. Show level violence. Graphic gore and blood. Extreme situations that may cause anxiety and fear. Character injury and trauma. (Extra Warnings in the tags)

A/N: So close…

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Chapter Eleven: Facing Hell -

Going back to the bar did nothing but give Sam a headache and definitively cross the owner off of his suspect list. Whatever info Roger had fed him was clearly misplaced, because the proprietor of Hell’s Tavern was anything but the Devil. He lingered in the bar for a little while longer however, having taken up Mr. Maguire on his offer of a round on the house.

Sam sat alone nursing a beer at the same table he had sat at with Y/N and Dean the night before. He was fast approaching seventy-two hours with them missing, and the longer it took to find them, he knew, the harder it would be to bring them home. As it was, the case was cold. Whoever had done this was crafty, skilled, and practiced at their felonies. They had left few clues behind, and the ones Sam did manage to pick up were false leads down the wrong rabbit holes.

Taking a long sip, Sam sat back in his chair and stretched his legs out underneath the table. He stared at the door, hoping in his exhaustion that his entire trip had been a dream. If he wished hard enough, maybe he would wake up back at home in his room in the Bunker, Y/N cuddled into his side, warm and happy and safe.

Sam wished until his eyes hurt from pressing them closed. He prayed until his teeth hurt from the pressure of his clenched jaw. Finally, he pulled in a breath and downed the rest of his beer, giving up on the wishing. Wishing was for normal folk, people with birthday cakes and the time to wait for shooting stars. Not Sam. Sam was cursed.

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Powder Keg - Ch 3

Happy Monday, Everlarkers! Last week’s episode of EYOA’s Powder Keg left our Katniss with a dilemma - call in Grumpy Gale on his day off, or spend an entire day with archnemesis Peeta, who somehow broke her heart.

You chose for Katniss to throw caution to the wind and spend the day with Peeta. What happens next? Our own @burkygirl continues the drama (hang on to your hats, kids, this one’s a doozy!)

As always, you have 48 hours to vote, until noon, Wednesday, November the 22nd. Remember, vote in the comments or reblogs, not in the tags! And as always, share with your friends, more voices = more fun! Ready? Here we go…

The door to the staff room slams behind me as I storm away. I have got to get some fresh air. I need to be alone for 10 seconds or I’m going to scream. Fucking Johanna. She might as well have stuffed us into a get-along shirt like a couple of bratty kids. And what kind of choice is that anyway? As if I’m going to drag Gale up here on his day off to deal with a bunch of kids just because Dickwad is doing a tap dance on my very last nerve. That’s not fair to Gale. He works two jobs to help his mom take care of his brothers and sisters and this is the only day he gets to sleep in. And anyway, I definitely don’t need him running up here and trying to save me.

The cold air slices through my lungs the minute I step outside. I close my eyes and breathe deeply; each sharp, frosty inhale forcing the red haze just a little bit farther away. When I’m calm, I go back inside and find Peeta in the staff room packing up his gear to go home for the day.

“What are you doing?”

His expression is flat, emotionless as he methodically packs his bag. “What does it look like? I’m obviously not going to get any work here today. I might as well go home and help Dad at the bakery if I’m going to work for free.”

My attempt at another calming breath comes out like an impatient huff instead. “We have a class, like, any minute.”

His eyes snap to mine. “You didn’t call Hawthorne?”

I throw myself in a scruffy armchair that must have gotten dragged in here when it was no longer presentable for the guest area. “No. I am not going to do that to Gale on his day off. Just stay away from me, Mellark, and it’ll be fine.”

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I See the Light - UNSPREZECE


SUMMARY: When an opening for your favorite Disney Princess is posted backstage, you take your chances and audition. To your surprise, you got the part. But there was always a catch. Your Flynn Rider was none other than Bucky Barnes, the womanizer of the entire Disney cast. Will you two be able to play it off as a couple when there’s tension between you both?

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: you - bold. pepper - italic.



Why are you screaming?


Oh, dear.




OK, drama queen. Breathe for a second. Where are you? I’m just about to go on my lunch.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! If it is not too much, can I request MC getting robbed at gun point and calling the RFA + minor trio afterwards distraught? Thank you, I really enjoy reading your stuff! You're an excellent writer!! 💕

Thank you so much!! I’m super glad people seem to enjoy my writing. I hope you like this. 

RFA+Minor Trio React to MC calling them distraught after being robbed at gun point

My Masterlist


  • Yoosung does not answer phone calls from numbers he does not know
  • When you get to borrow the phone at a nearby convenience store, Yoosung sends it straight to voicemail.
  • He listens to it immediately after, worrying as soon as he hears how distraught you sound. Is your grandmother sick? Did you lose your house keys? Did you fail a test?
  • He calls back immediately the moment the words “robbed” fall out of your mouth.
  • You were getting ready to dial the police when Yoosung called back.
  • “MC! MC, that’s you right!? You got robbed! Are you okay!? Have you called the police!?”
  • Has you on speakerphone while frantically typing in the group chat trying to get a hold of the rest of the RFA
  • He needed an adult.
  • Yeah sure, he was an adult. But he needed another one. A better adult. An adultier adult.
  • “MC! I’ll come get you! Or- Or I’ll have Seven, or Jumin come get you since they have cars! Where are you?”
  • The manager who has taken pity on you is kind enough to get on the line and volunteer the address.
  • Yoosung puts it in the chatroom ‘EMERGENCY!!!’ ‘MC GOT ROBBED!’ ‘THIS IS WHERE THEY ARE! PLEASE COME GET THEM!’
  • He is reluctant to get off the phone, but you need to report the incident to the police and he needs to try and call the others to make sure they were on their way.
  • Jaehee shows up first with several body guards in Jumin’s stead. The rest of the RFA arrive one after the other shortly after the police. The store manager guides everyone back to the staff room so they are out of the way.
  • Yoosung completely ignores that you are mid-conversation with the police when he comes in. The manager opens the staff room door for him and he glomps you in an airway-crushing hug.
  • He waits by your side the entire time until the police and the rest of the RFA have all gone home. Jumin loans out Driver Kim to bring you and Yoosung back to your place.
  • He stays the night to make sure you feel safe, and comes with you to get a new phone and ID the next afternoon.


  • Zen rarely answers his phone when he’s at rehearsal, or while he is driving, which means when he has a production happening, he is often unreachable
  • The phone rings, and rings, and rings…and then you get sent to voicemail.
  • It sucks, of course it does, but it does convince you to call the police sooner.
  • The police give you a ride down to the station to take your statement, much to the relief of both you and the teenage store employees from whom you borrowed the phone.
  • You use the station phone to try calling Zen again, and leave another voicemail letting him know where you are and asking him to come pick you up.
  • Zen comes back to his phone as soon as rehearsal stops for a quick break. He expects your usual cute ‘I love you’ voicemails, or you asking him to pick up something from the store on the way back, not the sound of you crying on recording while you try to explain someone held a gun to your head earlier that afternoon.
  • BURSTS into the police station, though thankfully the staff are more affected by his looks than his intensity. They make him sit in the waiting room while you finish up speaking with an officer. He bounces his leg up and down anxiously the entire time.
  • You told him you were okay on his answering machine, but no one could be okay after that.
  • You walk out of the door, and Zen swoops you up into his arms, lifting you off the ground.
  • “I’m so sorry babe, I should have been here sooner. I was in the middle of rehearsal and the director made us do six takes for one scene. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Hands. All. Over. You. It’s (mostly) appropriate, but the look in his eyes is genuinely remorseful.
  • “What were you thinking going out by yourself?”
  • Uh, that I needed food in the fridge? Oh, right.
  • “Just let me know next time, okay? We can go together after rehearsals. I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.”
  • He takes you back to his apartment, insisting that you shouldn’t stay alone after something so traumatic.
  • Asks if you want tea, if you want to watch  one of his musicals, if you need anything, if you’re up for eating. It’s question after question asked in a soft cooing voice.
  • He makes sure you get to sleep, tucking you into bed and snuggling close to you, but he stays awake, unable to sleep. What if you’d been shot and not just robbed?
  • The rest of the RFA finds out via a 3am chat conversation Zen has with himself.
  • He piles on the concealer and surprises you the next morning with chocolates and pepper spray

Jaehee (this one decided not to follow the prompt entirely)

  • Your work uniform is ruined, your phone was stolen along with the rest of your valuables
  • Walking back to coffee shop is the easiest and safest option. You were just out to pick up lunch for you and Jaehee.
  • You come in disheveled and distraught without your key to the back entrance and head straight for the back room so you disturb the customers as little as possible.
  • An employee mentions it to Jaehee and she heads to the supply room to check on you. “MC, is everything alright?”
  • You don’t answer, can’t answer without crying. After another knock is met with silence, she whips out her key chain to unlock the door, only to find you curled up in the middle of the storage area.
  • “MC!? What happened?” She shuts the door quietly behind her and squats down in front of you, looking at you with gentle, concerned eyes. This woman loves you so much.
  • As you stutter out the words her eyes widen and she wraps one arm around you to try and comfort you a little. It must have been horribly traumatic. She lets you cry on her shoulder and waits until you settle down a little more before speaking.
  • “That must have been very scary. You did a great job and I’m so glad you’re okay, but we really should call the police and let them know. It’s best to conduct incident interviews as soon as possible after a crime has taken place.”
  • She has the police come in the back entrance and holds your hand while they ask questions about what happened.
  • Once your initial interview is completed, Jaehee has one of the baristas close the shop that night so she can stay at home with you.
  • She runs you a nice bath and the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch one of Zen’s funnier musicals.
  • Jaehee takes care of changing the locks, getting you new keys and a phone, informing the RFA, scheduling you a doctor’s appointment just to be safe, and even offers to come with you to get new identification.


  • Technically, you called Jaehee.
  • Just getting to a phone was an adventure in itself.
  • You stumble, shaking, into a nearby store and ask to use the phone only to realize you have no idea what Jumin’s number is. Curse you modern contact-saving technology
  • You have to ask if an employee can google the C&R corporate number and stutter your way through a couple of transfers before someone is finally willing to let you talk to Jaehee.
  • “MC? MC, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Jaehee had to go get Jumin from a meeting, but a frantic motion of her hand and mouthing the name ‘MC’ got him moving faster than she had ever seen.
  • “Driver Kim will come get you right away and take you home. I will meet you there. Assistant Kang will contact the police for you, and let Seven know what has happened so he can take proper precautions.”
  • That’s right. If they have your phone, they have access to the RFA app.
  • He takes the helicopter back to the apartment, just to make sure he is there when you arrive.
  • He takes notes on everything that was taken from you when you tell the police and has it all replaced by the end of the day.
  • Once the police leave he spends the rest of the evening spoiling you. He has you take a hot bath, feeds you whatever you want (though he insists you have a hot beverage to settle your nerves), offers you a massage, reads you an extra-long story before bed, and even suggests having a guard come watch you sleep if it would make you feel safer
  • You say he could just hold you instead
  • He has extra security guards around for the next few days and is reluctant to go into work until Seven has finished his own investigation and can assure Jumin the robbers were just robbers with no ulterior motives.


  • You are shaking hard and struggling to talk when Saeyong picks up. Next to no one knows his number, so he always answers.
  • “Who is this?” He asks.
  • “T-they had a gun-and–” You let out a small sob, unable to explain and keep it together. Hell, you barely know where you are.
  • “MC?” Super serious agent mode: on. “MC, I’m coming to get you just give me a few minutes.”
  • He holds the phone between his ear and his shoulder while he types, figuring out where you are so he can come get you. Had you been kidnapped? Had the agency found out about you? He had been so careful about that. He was waiting to officially marry you just so the agency wouldn’t be able to easily find out about you…and they had already taken you? “Take a deep breath,” he’s not sure if he says that for you or for him, “is anyone with or around you?”
  • Your breaths are shakey, but you try to follow his instructions and answer his questions
  • He pulls your location (did he put a GPS tracking device in all of your shoes just in case of this very situation? Yes. Might that seem a little extreme? Maybe. Does he care? Right now? No.) and finds out you’re at…a grocery store?
  • That’s when he realized that you hadn’t been kidnapped. A hostage situation, then? A look at the CCTV footage finds you in the corner of the customer service kiosk, purse missing but otherwise looking uninjured. No hostages, just shoppers.
  • He lets out a sigh of relief. Whatever happened, you’re safe and that’s all that matters to him. He can deal with anything else. “I’m leaving the house to come get you right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
  • Breaks. All. The. Traffic. Laws
  • You’re finally able to explain things a little more as he drives over, and he listens carefully. He confirms he is listening with small noises from time to time, sounding calm and even upbeat, but the rage slowly grows.
  • You could have lost your life today and it wasn’t even something he dragged you into. It wasn’t something he could have planned on or expected. The two of you were both trouble magnets, made for each other in the worst possible way.
  • He rushes into the store, looking like a madman, and makes a beeline straight for you to pull you into a tight hug.
  • “It’s okay, MC. Everything’s alright.” Shifts his weight between each of his legs, rocking you awkwardly in the middle of the market until you calm down.
  • He takes you straight home, and actually listens for once when you complain about his unsafe driving, slowing down and following all the traffic laws like a proper soccer mom.
  • For the rest of the night he is extra indulgent. Anything you want, you get.
  • Gets into a fight with Saeran about you needing control for the remote tonight, even though you said nothing about the TV at all.
  • He wraps you up like a blanket burrito and cracks jokes until you feel like you can go to bed.
  • Saeyoung offers an anonymous tip about a crime to the police…conveniently followed by video footage ripped from nearby security cameras.


  • You’ve never once called him distraught. Forlorn? Disappointed? Nervous? Maybe. Distraught? Sounding like you were about to break into a thousand pieces?  That is his job.
  • You handled almost everything he had ever thrown at you with impressive grace and poise.
  • You ask if Saeyoung could come get you now. When you have to ask someone where you are, he is immediately suspicious. Something definitely happened, something bad enough to have you ready to cry in a place you don’t know.
  • “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
  • You start crying as you try to explain what happened.
  • “I’ll kill them.” He growled, fidgeting with his free hand to try and release some of his tension.“Saeyoung, get in the car now! We need to go pick up MC!”
  • He has no idea how to settle you down right now. You always hold him and stroke his hair, but he can’t do that over the phone and he’s not good with words the way you are.
  • He promises to make them pay in between bickering with Saeyoung about going faster
  • You are wrapped in a twin hug as soon as they show up. Saeran clings to you desperately, while Saeyoung squeezes you both tightly.
  • “I’ll squish all the sadness right out of you,” Saeyoung jokes. Saeran scoffs in disapproval at how ridiculous it sounds.
  • Both of you sit in the backseat on the way back, Saeran’s arms wrapped around your waist while he leans on your chest.
  • You two spend the rest of the evening snuggled on the couch with him while he strokes your hair and tries to spoon-feed you ice cream. He is awkward about it, fumbling and unsure, but he really tries.
  • Saeyoung takes care of the logistical things, ensuring you have a new phone connected to the RFA app and disconnecting the old one.
  • Saeran does not kill them, but he does make them pay. He destroys their credit, drains their bank account, releases every secret they thought they could keep. Then, he tips off the police about their illegal firearms and proudly presents you their arrest records.
  • It has nothing to do with what they did, he had done far worse for probably worse reasons, but who they did it to. Nobody was going to hurt the best thing that ever happened to him and walk away unscathed.
  • If you ever have nightmares about it, he is always right there to assure you it’s only a dream.

V/ Jihyun

  • If he can, he will always answer his phone, even if he does not know  the number (and he is impossibly nice, even to the fourth telemarketer of the day)
  • “MC, it’s okay. I’ll come get you right away.”
  • “Take deep breaths, in through your nose…out through your mouth. Good, now do it again. In…and out…” He walks you through breathing exercises until you’re calm enough to tell him where you are.
  • He stays on the phone with you the entire time, describing exactly where he is and how soon he should be there. “Can you tell me about things in the store? What do you see? Good. Can you smell anything? That’s sounds great. How does the phone feel in your hand?”
  • Thank you Rika’s mental instability
  • He keeps you calm on the phone, but once he makes it inside he starts looking for you and pulls you into a tight hug to help calm you down
  • Guides you to a secluded spot and rubs your back gently. “It’s alright, you can cry it all out now.”
  • Waits patiently for you to settle down and then takes you down to the police station to file a report
  • Offers you his phone so you can talk to the rest of the RFA if you want to.
  • Jihyun is very gentle and soothing for the rest of the night. Asks if you need anything, but mostly just makes sure he is by your side for you to hold onto if you need him.
  • Makes sure you have a blanket and are warm the rest of the night
  • puts you into bed early
  • He contacts Seven to have him take care of any security breaches and get a new phone set up for you.


  • He’s not your first call, and that’s per his own request: “If anything ever happens to you, call agent 707 first. He’ll get you help faster.”
  • You call Seven, and the moment he hears how distraught you are he immediately starts typing, keys clicking loudly in the background as he shouts for Vanderwood.
  • It’s seconds later when Vanderwood snatches the phone from Seven’s hands.
  • “MC? MC, what happened?” He only tolerates a few seconds of incoherent blubbering before he interrupts again. “You need to stop crying. I can’t understand you when you’re crying. Where are you?”
  • More incoherent blubbering. He puts his hand over the receiver to muffle the sound but they can still here him yell “Seven! Where the hell are they?! I need a location!”
  • “Are you safe?”
  • “I sent the coordinates to your phone. I have her on the security camera,” barks Seven in the background, more serious than MC is used to hearing them. Keys jingle on the other line, presumably Vanderwood borrowing Seven’s car.
  • “I’m leaving to come get you. I’ll call you when I’m in the car.” The call disconnects, but a new call from an unknown number shows up on the screen a few minutes later.
  • “MC?” He stays on the line the entire ride there, voice calm and smooth as he asks questions about what happened and assures them he will be there soon.
  • A car suddenly swerves into a nearby parking space. Vanderwood steps, all business except for the glint of concern in his eyes.
  • “Come on, let’s get you off the street.” His voice lacks it’s usual bite. He puts one hand on you shoulder and guides you to the car, buckling you in before he slips into the driver’s seat.
  • He takes you back to his apartment, locking the door before stopping you in the doorway, one hand on either arm to keep you in place.
  • Vanderwood carefully looks you over for any injuries, meticulous but gentle.
  • “Sit on the couch.” He wraps an old crocheted blanket he keeps draped over the couch (one an eighty-year-old grandmother might keep around) around your shoulders before disappearing down the hall.
  • Comes back a few minutes later with a steaming mug of tea, and turns on some strange reality show before sitting down beside you and casually putting an arm around you shoulders.
  • You give him a confused look which he dismisses with a hand wave. “You’re going to settle down, and then we’re going to talk about what happened.”
Ankle Biter | 01

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets. 

words: 2.6k

playlist | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | epilogue

moodboards: before & after

The day he started coming in was almost a year ago, big hand gripping little hand as he dragged who you assumed to be his son, through the crowd of people at the door and weaving through the occupied tables.

He stood in front of the register, holding the kid in one arm and pointing to the menu with his other. “The regular one? Or-oh, you want the strawberry one? One strawberry milk, please. Oh, and a coffee - black, and, Taeji, do you want the blueberry or chocolate muffin?”

Your coworker, a frumpy, grouchy old woman, took the father and son’s order before monotonously repeating the total and barking at you to get the order together. You watched curiously as the duo stood in front of the pick-up counter, the little boy grabbing onto his dad’s hair and giggling. They shared the same nose, and boxy smile, and it made you smile at how sweet the image was.

You set down the order - the coffee, the strawberry milk with a fun, plastic bendy straw and the chocolate muffin the little boy had decided on. “Oh, say thank you Taeji.” The man said, looking up at you and nodding his thanks while handing the package to his son and grabbing both drinks. You stood behind the counter, wondering if you should have offered to help carry the drinks, but watched silently as he put Taeji down in a booth and sat across from him. He stared at the little boy with such intensity you thought he might burst.

The kid’s dad sat back, running his hands through his hair. If you could see stress, this man was radiating it and you could feel it from across the cafe. He looked on at the kid while he happily sat on his knees, muffin stuffed in his mouth and crumbs all over the table you know you’d be cleaning up later. The little boy looked happy, so what was the problem?

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Originally posted by ilovemarrish

Request: Well, I wanted to know if you could make a history with Parrish, i know your Stories are most of the Hales, but, pleaaasse, a story That he fell in love with you (NSFW? ) heh

Author’s Note: So, this request has been in my inbox for awhile and I haven’t had any idea what to do with it. Until now! I used the holiday weekend for a little inspiration and I really hope you like what I came up with! This is written from a different POV than I usually do, but it just felt right this way. Please give me some feedback and let me know what you thought about it! Enjoy J

Warnings: Language; slight smut; fluffiness


The first time Jordan saw you, you were sitting on a blanket by yourself, head tilted toward the sky as the fireworks went off. The explosions were turning your skin all kinds of mystical colors, making it impossible for him to draw his eyes away.

He watched as you stared at the fireworks above, absolutely mesmerized. Just like he was with you. He wondered idly if you were alone, not wanting to ruin a family outing or something of the like. After observing for several minutes (just glances here and there, nothing creepy), he finally decided that you were, in fact, alone. Which struck him as odd, someone attending a fireworks show for the 4th by themselves.

He would just have to change that, he thought.

The nerves fluttered in his chest as he made the decision to walk over, telling his buddies he was heading out. The closer he got, the better he could see you, and the harder it became for him to breathe properly. What the hell was he supposed to do when he sat next to you if he was this worked up just being at a distance?

“Hey,” he said, barely diverting your attention from the fireworks. Your eyes looked him over carefully before you offered a small smile.


“I saw that you were alone over here,” Jordan ventured, running a hand over the back of his neck as a blush colored his cheeks with his admission. He was glad it was dark out and you probably couldn’t see it. Or maybe you thought it was just the color from the fireworks. “Mind if I join you?”

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Ice Breath (M)

So this is my first (Hobi) fic. I hope everyone enjoys. If this gets some attention I might make a part 2.

Pairing: College!Hoseok X Reader

Warning: Smut, slight fluff, drunk members, alcohol, house party.

Summary: Hoseok invites you over to his house for his birthday party before he leaves for Korea

Originally posted by ilsangrape

Do you ever think about how you’re feeling during certain times of the day? When you’re in the middle of doing something important, do you ever think if it’s making you happy? Or sad? Or some weird cocktail of emotions? The average person probably doesn’t, which is okay. Most things come automatically and without emotion. You don’t think about how your hands write a sentence when it’s not meant to mean anything. But there are some things, even people, that bring meaning to the simplest movements in life.

You typed out the coupon into the old fashioned cash register. It muttered out the receipt and you ripped it off the printer and handed it to the customer. Wishing them a good night you turned to finish up your closing job. You mindlessly and almost robotically cleaned. The clock ticked slower with every movement.

You sighed as you heard the door open. You went to straighten yourself up to tell this customer that you were closing soon. But what you saw brightened up your routine just a little bit. It was Hoseok, from your English class. You and Hoseok had known each other for several months now, but he had slowly become the highlight of your day. You’d forget that strange feeling when Hoseok would smile at you walking through the door.

“What are you doing here? We’re gonna close soon.” you questioned.

He sighed, bent over and out of breath, “Shit, yeah, I Know. Jin asked me to pick up some cups and some snacks.”

He straightened himself and smiled at you, “He’s throwing a party right now. I’m glad I got here in time. How do you run out of cups and chips when you know you’re going to throw a party?”

“Wrong person to ask.” You chuckled.  "I don’t party. You better hurry, you have two minutes until close.“

You pointed to the clock. 9:58pm. As quickly as he saw the time he bolted back into the aisles and frantically grabbed whatever he could and sprinted back to your counter. He landed in front of you with a sharp skkrt and dropped the party supplies in front of you. He chuckled, running his hand through his dark orange hair.

“So what’s the celebration?” you questioned.

Hoseok smiled, looking out the window and back to you. “It’s my birthday, actually.”

“And Jin is sending you to the store? He couldn’t have sent anyone else?” You laughed, shoving the several bags of chips into a plastic bag.

“Yeah I was the only person not doing anything. I don’t mind. Feels pretty good to get out of there and talk to a sober person for a couple minutes.”

You continued to close the register while listening to him. You looked back through the aisles, your coworkers had already closed up. You hoped to god that there wasn’t anyone else in the store, as you just wanted to go home and sleep.

Hoseok interrupted your thoughts, “You aren’t busy are you? I mean, ah, after you finish closing.”

You turned back up to him, pushing your arms through your coat. “No, but it is pretty late. Why? Do you want me to go back with you?”

“I, uh, I mean…yeah!! I mean if you want to. There’s cake.” He rubbed the back of his head, looking back up to you.

“I dunno Hoseok, it’s pretty late.”

“Oh c'mon it’s a Friday night…and it’s my birthday. Please?” He looked up to you with his sunshine filled smile, pleading for a response.

You rolled your eyes. Why not? Its not like you had anything else better to do. Although Netflix and tea sounded so much more comforting, you hadn’t gone to an actual party in ages. You didn’t like partying, but you didn’t hate it. You just hated the aftermath. Watching people throw up the contents of the night didn’t really sit well with you. You smirked at Hoseok’s smiling face.

“Alright fine, but do you mind driving me back to my place first to change? This isn’t exactly party attire.” You looked down at your navy blue store polo.

“Absolutely. C'mon.”

These were the moments that filled your life with meaning.


You unlocked your apartment door and dropped you purse and jacket at the door. Hoseok followed, stopping just in front of the door.

“Gimme like five minutes.” you said, heading straight to your bedroom.

You looked through your closet, picking up a knitted burgundy sweater-dress and throwing it over your body. You brushed through you hair and applied some extra mascara. Coming back out, you slipped on your knee high leather boots, almost tripping.

Hoseok giggled softly, “You look great..”

“Yeah, sure. Is it actually your birthday tonight?”

“Nah its actually the 18th. I’m just leaving before then so the boys wanted to see me before I’m off. It’s also a going away party of sorts.”

Stepping past him and giving him a strange look. You opened the door and held it open for him to step out. Locking it, you looked up at him, “Where are you off to in the middle of February?”

He chuckled. “I’m visiting Korea for a few weeks. I have some family back there that want to see me for my birthday.”

“You should like, totally bring me back a souvenir.” you said slyly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take note.”

You two walked from your front door and he opened the door to his car for you. The drive was quiet and peaceful, yet some twang of nervousness sat in your stomach. You were about to party with Hoseok. What does that even mean??

Hoseok turned to you, stopping the car in front of the house. “You aren’t nervous are you?”

Before you had the chance to say anything, Hoseok pulled you close, his hand behind your neck. He was millimeters away from you. You held your breath as you looked up to him.

“Don’t be. I’ll be with you the whole time. I dragged you into this, just let me know if you want to leave.”

Hoseok released you and you coughed out your breath. As you got out of the car, Hoseok grabbed your hand and walked you into the house. It was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. Smooth RnB played throughout the house. Hoseok turned to look at you swiftly while pulling you through the house. The two of you maneuvered through the crowd of people and ended up in the kitchen.

Hoseok began to prepare his own drink while Jungkook and Jimin waltzed through the maze of people up to Hoseok.  They both grabbed each shoulder, startling him.

“H-Hey guys!! I got more cups.” Hoseok said to the two other boys, both of which were also in your English class.

“Thanks man, my cup’s looking pretty beat up. Remind me not to dance and drink again.” Jungkook stated. The three laughed at his pitiful cup.

The three turned back to you. “Can I make you anything, Y/N?”

“I’ll just take whatever you’re having, Hoseok” you replied. You normally didn’t drink, but you need a little something to calm your nerves. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up dancing with Hoseok to some raunchy song.

After concocting some vodka drink, Hoseok hooked his arm around your waist and walked you to the living room. He sat you next to the fireplace, Jimin an Jungkook following you. Three others were sitting around the room, all of which you hadn’t recognized.

You looked back at Hoseok, one arm around you, the other holing his red solo cup mixer. Where did he get this confidence? Why weren’t you stopping this? Somehow, it felt comfortable.

Hoseok must have sensed your confusion. Making his signature surprised face, he realized he needed to introduce you. “Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s in my English class..”

A sandy haired boy piped up almost immediately, speaking in a slurred and lazy tone.

“THE Y/N? The English Y/N?? This is her? Man Hobi you werent kidding.” He sat back, smugging.

“Yoongi…” Hoseok sighed.

“Wait..” you said, looking up at Hoseok, “You talk about me?”

“I can see why. She really is as cute as you say she is.” another said, with a deeper, honey-like voice.

You smirked. Hoseok liked you, no wonder he asked you to come tonight. You took a sip, sinking back into Hoseok’s arm around you. He laughed nervously, also taking a sip of his drink.

“I guess I should introduce them as well, since they all know you already. That’s Yoongi. That’s Taehyung. And that’s Namjoon.”

You waved at the three, finishing your drink. You sat the empty cup next to you, finding how the alcohol had relaxed you enough to feel comfortable in Hoseok’s embrace. You laid your head back on his arm behind you, glancing at the fireplace. The boys were lost in their conversation as you lost yourself in the flames. You could hear the muffled bounce of the music throughout the house. It was slow and rhythmic. These moments, you remembered. Comfortable and relaxing. Forgetting the world around you. Remembering the feeling.

Until Hoseok brought you back.

He moved his arm from your back to your thigh. “Can I get you another drink? I’m heading back to get another.”

“Oh, sure.” you said standing and fixing your dress.

The other boys eyed Hoseok as he led you through the cloud of drunks. He looked back at you, putting a finger over his lips. You followed him through the house and into the kitchen. You could hear the music much more clearly now. Hoseok began making his drink and turned around while mixing it with is finger. Slowly and to the beat, he began to dance-walk over to you. It was meant to be sexy but you giggled as he came towards you. Hoseok was caught in your laughter and giggled while he wrapped his free hand around your waist.

“C'mon, tell me that wasn’t sexy Y/N.” He teased.

You laughed, looking up at his brown eyes. Suddenly you felt yourself pulling towards him. Hoseok sat his drink down and placed his hand on the wall behind you. Leaning in, Hoseok gently kissed you. His lips were cold from the cold outside. Still, he tasted of vodka and honey. Whatever he was drinking, he mixed it well.

“I guess you found out about my little secret.” Hoseok said. You could still hear the beat of the music, so you put your arms around his shoulders and began to sway your head to the music.

“I’ll admit, I get butterflies before walking into class.” You admitted. “It’s hard not to when you have someone like you. You emit something between hope and happiness that I cant get enough of.”

He smirked. “You wanna get away from all these people?” he asked, moving his hand to your cheek.

You nodded and he grabbed your wrist.  He walked you through the crowd of drunks and up the stairs. You found yourselves in his bedroom. He swayed with you to the music playing downstairs. He leaned into kiss you again. His lips felt smooth, and warmer this time. Almost like you had sparked some fire inside him. His warmth pulled you closer into him as you continued to kiss him. Hoseok began to part your lips with his, lapping at you bottom lip.

You breathed out his name as your kiss deepened. Hoseok, with his strong arms embracing you further, picked you up and walked you to the bed. He laid you back onto the bed, breaking the kiss to look at you.

“Y/N…This is okay, right? I won’t go any further if you don’t want me to.” he asked with concern.

You shook your head, grabbing his face to kiss him again. This time you rolled your body into him, making him groan into the kiss.

You whispered to him, “Hoseok, I want you so much right now.”

Hoseok moved his hands to slide your dress off of your body and when he saw you in your black lace, he was taken to another land. In the low street lights coming through the window, you looked downright sexy. His lips attached to your collarbone and his ice cold hands roamed  your body. Smiling into your moan, you began to pull his shirt off, and he finished the job by pulling it over his shoulders. Even in the middle of the winter, Hoseok’s skin was a rich amber.

As Hoseok stood over you, you sat up and nipped at his neck. He wrapped his hands around your ass and lifted you so he could climb onto the bed with you. He slipped a finger around your underwear’s waistband and pulled it off. He began to trail kisses down your torso, down between your legs. He was kissing your inner thigh when he glared up at you.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N…” He whispered between kisses.

You moaned at the sight. All you wanted was for him to do was use his tongue on you.

You reached down, lacing your fingers in his hair, saying “Please.. eat me out..”

His lips got closer to your core and you could feel his icy breath, making you shiver. Smirking, he licked one long stripe up your core. You cursed at him, shivering again. This time it was from the pleasure. He continued to tongue your core slowly. He was licking long and slow stripes up you, driving you crazy. Hoseok knew exactly how to take you to a new world. Softly, he began to suck on your clit. At this point you were already seeing stars. Bringing you over the edge, Hoseok slipped two fingers in you. You came all over his lips and fingers, earning yourself a moan from him.  

You felt him release himself from you. Looking up, you saw Hoseok working on his belt buckle and removing his pants. His face was still shining from your wetness. He raised an eyebrow at you, silently questioning if you were ready for what was next. He leaned over you, placing himself at your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

“Hoseok…” you gasped. He pushed into you, waiting for you say something. Your silence allowed him to thrust into you once again, and then continuously. He felt so good inside you, so warm and filling. Hoseok halfway took your bra off and kneaded your breast. He was sucking red marks into your neck, moaning your name and curses and half-strung sentences.

Gasping for more, you moaned Hoseok’s name over and over again. You could feel him hitting your g spot with every thrust. You felt your heat coming, neither of you feeling any bit of cold now. The heat pulsed and overcame you in your high. Slewing out curses and remnants of Hoseok’s name, you began to notice that he was also chasing his heated high. He was grunting as he rocked the bed so hard it was hitting the wall. You two weren’t exactly quite, and now the bed hitting the wall must have brought some attention to your room. You heard a soft knock on the door.

“Give us a minute!” Hoseok yelled between grunts.

Hoseok immediately began to thrust faster and sloppier. And then you felt him release into you. Slumping over your body, Hoseok worked to catch his breath. “Fuck…” he breathed into your neck.

He pushed himself off of you and the bed. He grabbed his pants and put them on as he walked towards the door. You covered yourself with the covers, waiting for who was at the door.

Hoseok opened the door to Jin, completely drunk and looking for somewhere soft to land. Hoseok grabbed him as he fell through the door. You quickly got your underwear and dress back on and ran over to help Jin onto the bed.

“Gah…Hobi your sheets smell like sex, dude.” Jin slurred. “Did you finally get it on with Y/N?”

You nearly choked, dropping Jin onto the bed. Hoseok could barely hold back his laughter. You looked between Hoseok and Jin in utter amusement. Jin was so inebriated that he had already began to snore.

You look back at Hoseok, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“We can sleep in my parents bedroom. This big guy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Hoseok proceeded to pick you up bridal style into his parents bedroom. Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He walked you down the dark hall. You noticed that the majority of the people had left. Pushing the door open for Hoseok, he carried you into the room.

Placing you onto the bed, Hoseok looked at your dress. “Can I get you a shirt or something?”

You nodded, realizing how tired you were now. Relaxing into his parents bed, you waited for Hoseok to come back with one of his shirts. The house was silent now, the music had stopped. Hoseok came back with a shirt that was the same length as your dress. You chuckled at the size, switching out your dress for the pine scented shirt. When you pulled your head through the shirt, you found Hoseok standing at the edge of the bed.

“You think its too late to be asking you out on a date?” he asked.

You smiled at your hands in your lap. “Of course not Hobi, but lets plan it tomorrow. I’m pretty tired.”

“Right,” he smiled, climbing into bed with you. “Lets get some rest.”

The Name Game

 Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and Y/N find out the sex of their baby. Though the news is happy, the two cannot, for the life of them, agree on a name. 

Warnings: None! Super cute and fluffy. 

Word Count: 6,937


If this were any other Saturday in Florida, Finn and Y/N could have been found doing a number of things. 

One, they probably could have been lounging poolside while the sun beat down heavy on their skin. 

Two, they could have been throwing a spur of the moment barbecue for them and all their friends, drinking like frat stars until one wound up with their head in the toilet while the other giggled and took embarrassing photos to post throughout the locker rooms the next live event; normally it was Y/N who couldn’t handle all her liquor, but Finn had his fair share of moments as well.

Three, the two of them could have easily been found locked in his air-conditioned condo, tangled up in the cool, white sheets while fingers and mouths explored the soft, bare skin each knew all too well. 

If this were any other Saturday, life for them would be completely simple.

But, this Saturday was different, and this mid-August day was one that neither saw coming so soon. 

It was supposed to be a traditional routine; date, get engaged, marry, and then maybe have a few children. 

Y/N should have known nothing was going to be traditional with Finn. Hell, the first time they’d locked eyes had been nowhere near traditional. 

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Speed Dating - Dinner Date

Well then! The one-shot story that’s become an actual thing is back! @outlanderedandoverhere was just amazing giving me this prompt to start this series. And a big shout out to her for helping me with a choice of music for Jamie to enjoy. @diversemediums @outlandishchridhe and I did quite a bit of ‘frolicking away’ last night when I wrote most of this. Don’t worry. I’ll give y’all a BTS post soon. For now, enjoy the next installment!

The Morning After

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 7 FINALE (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff, Mild angst, & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: FINALLLYYYY! I PRESENT TO YOU THE LONG-AWAITED (and pretty insanely lengthy) FINALE TO THIS SERIES!! Thanks again for being so patient and supportive during a rough few weeks :) I placed a “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Good luck & Enjoy!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

          You yawned and rolled over, feeling soft covers encompass your body as you did so. You smiled, silently praising Jungkook for not leaving you without a blanket. But the silent serenity you were experiencing was suddenly disrupted by the feeling of someone else shifting beside you, and a familiar yet unexpected grunt was heard shortly afterwards. Hurriedly, your eyes flew open and your hand had to clasp over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming.

           There, in front of you, was none other than a shirtless Kim Namjoon.

           Your eyes widened, trying to make sure you were in fact, wide awake. And then, as you tried to piece together the current situation, vague fragments of last night began flitting into your consciousness. Slowly, trying not to make a noise or stir Namjoon awake, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Your hands sped across your keyboard angrily.

           Y/N: “WHY AM I IN BED WITH NAMJOON??!”

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You Get What You Give (Day N’ Night)

Requested: Nope

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 1,567

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a new series (I was supposed to drop this days ago lmao), so tell me what you think!

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Cop Car

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Word Count: 1,281

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Prompt: Dean and Y/N sneak out to a private field and sit and enjoy the stars and the planes, but their fun night is brought to a screeching stop when the cops show up.

A/N: This is written for @wildfirewinchester Birthday Challenge (look at this meg! I made it before on time! :D) my song was Cop Car by Keith Urban.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

You chewed on your lip, glancing out the window into the cool darkness. It was just past 11pm and Dean had snuck you out of your house to take you out for the night.

“Dean,” you gasped, noticing the “no trespassing” sign he drove past.

“Relax,” Dean chuckled, reaching over to take your hand. “If they really didn’t want anybody trespassing they’d put a gate up.”

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