well of course she can

Reason // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

- destinee

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Eurus Holmes is an era-defining genius…beyond Newton.

When John was visiting his “new” therapist, he stated, Molly Hooper was the only person who could really see through Sherlock’s “bullshit”.  Eurus heard this loud and clear.

Eurus knew Molly would make Sherlock say “I love you” first.  She knew this woman would be the one to put her brother on the back foot in a very, very big way.   

Eurus essentially took all of Sherlock’s power away in front of Molly Hooper.  She empowered Molly over the man she loves by putting that situation in front of her.  There was no bomb, never was.  It was all about Sherlock, yes…but it was all about how powerless he really is in front of Molly.  Emotional context.

Molly Hooper is not weak, she is a lion.  Her love is not weak, it is unbreakable.  Her love is not meaningless, it means everything.  Sherlock’s love is not meaningless either, it means everything.  Eurus proved it.  That was The Final Problem.  

megansarah11  asked:

65 klaronine again if you can work Henrik in that would be awesome

So apparently when you request Henrik, I just base half the drabble about the little kid xD So this is probably more a Henrik/Caroline + KC drabble xD.

KC + “I have a secret.”

“What are you doing?” Henrik asked when he walked into Rebekah’s room. Caroline and she were lying on her bed, deep in conversation and looked startled at the interruption.

“We’re talking,” Rebekah told her five-year-old brother and glanced at her friend for help. Caroline, however, was always weak around the youngest Mikaelson and would let him get away with almost anything, including intruding on their personal conversations. And Rebekah had so wanted to share about her date with Matt the night before.

“Can I stay?” Henrik asked, pouting at Caroline, knowing she was the one most likely to agree.

“We’re talking about secrets, Henrik. I’m sorry, but they’re private,” Caroline tried explaining. The young boy wouldn’t understand much of their conversation, but that would also mean he could accidentally mention things around his parents or brothers.

“What are secrets?” Henrik asked curiously. His brothers had already sent him away and he wanted to stay with his sister.

“They’re things that no one else knows,” Caroline explained. “Things you only tell your close friends.”

“Oh…” Henrik contemplated that for a moment and then he grinned. “I have a secret,” he whispered.

Caroline moved closer to Henrik. “Really? What is it?” she whispered, trying to include him at least for a little bit.

“I ate Elijah’s last cookies,” Henrik whispered in return, “Kol showed me where he hid them.” He giggled at the memory and looked at Caroline with a beaming smile. “Can I stay now?” he eagerly asked.

They both looked pleadingly at Rebekah and she groaned. “Fine, fine,” she muttered, “But only for a little while!” she warned her brother.

He nodded and turned back to Caroline. “So what’s your secret?”

She thought back to something appropriate to mention in front of him before she settled on one he could understand. “Last week, I changed the covers of some of Klaus’ books so he brought the wrong ones to class,” she confessed.

Henrik giggled and nodded. “I heard about that! Kol and he were talking about it when they send me away. Apparently, they have secrets as well,” he pouted at that. He didn’t like the exclusion from his older siblings at times. He could talk just as well as them, he was five years already.

“What were they talking about?” Rebekah perked up in interest. It was always nice to get dirt on one’s siblings.

“About Caroline,” Henrik said and Caroline looked up in surprise.

“Why were they talking about me?” she asked in surprise. “I didn’t do anything this week…”

“I don’t know. I know that Klaus said he fancied you, but he wouldn’t explain what that meant to me. They send me away right after.”

“Wait they said what?” Rebekah laughed and looked fell back on her bed in a fit of laughter. “Oh, that’s rich.”

Caroline was shocked in silence. Klaus having any type of feelings for her was surprising. She always assumed he only tolerated her because she was his sister’s friend. The interaction the two had was antagonistic half the time anyway. Playing pranks or having arguments. How the hell was that the thing that made Klaus ‘fancy’ her?

Then again, she wasn’t one to talk, now was she? She had had a crush on him for years and had used their little feuds and banter as just another way to interact with him. Caroline groaned; they were both so messed up, she decided.

“What does fancy mean?” Henrik demanded to know, looking at the two girls who had such different reactions to the word.

“It means,” Caroline started before she paused. What did it really mean? Maybe Henrik had overheard wrong.

“It means that Klaus likes Caroline,” Rebekah told him, “Like how Elijah likes Katherine.” She made a nasty face at the thought.

“So Klaus wants to kiss Caroline,” Henrik declared with a proud grin that he had figured it out. That’s all that Elijah seemed to do when Katherine was around.

“No!” Caroline exclaimed at the same time that Rebekah nodded and said yes.

“He wants her to be his girlfriend, but that’s not happening,” Rebekah explained.

Henrik shook his head in distress, “That can’t happen,” he said panicky. “Caroline is already my girlfriend!”

“Aw, I know Henrik,” Caroline pecked him on the cheek, “And you’re the best boyfriend I will ever get. But this would be a different kind of boyfriend or girlfriend thing.”

“Because you would kiss Klaus,” Henrik realized. He thought about it for a moment. “Well I suppose you could have two boyfriends,” he allowed, “But only if I can have two girlfriends as well.”

Caroline laughed, “Of course you can,” she allowed.

“Wait why are you talking like you dating Klaus would even be a possibility,” Rebekah tried to read her friend. “OMG you like my brother!” she exclaimed in shock. She was surprised she hadn’t realized it before.

“I- Maybe,” Caroline confessed, turning away from her friend. “Would that be okay?”

Rebekah considered it for a moment. “Well I’d rather have him bring you home than another harlot like Elijah did,” she confessed.

Caroline knew how hard that was for Rebekah. As the little sister, she didn’t like sharing her brother’s with anyone, but she would make an exception for Caroline. If that would ever become an issue.

“So go talk to him!” Rebekah urged her, “You now know. It’s not going to do you much good to keep sitting on this. Besides, Henrik is clearly the worst secret keeper ever and will probably tell Klaus that you like him too, the second he leaves the room.”

Henrik nodded at that, and Caroline glanced at the door. What could be the worst that could happen? “Okay… Okay,” she gathered her nerves, “Don’t come looking for me. I’ll text you when I’m home,” Caroline instructed Rebekah, hugging her friend and her little brother.

She waved while she exited their room and walked over to Klaus room. His door was closed and she knocked twice, hoping that Kol was no longer with him.

“Klaus?” she called out at the same time the door opened.

“Caroline!” he opened the door in surprise and looked at her in confusion, “Why are you here?”

“Henrik is the worst secret keeper,” she blurted out, unsure how to start the topic.

“He told you,” Klaus groaned. She nodded and he opened the door to let her in the room. “What did he tell you?”

“That you fancied me,” Caroline confessed. She noticed him shut his eyes for a moment, while he sat down on the bed. She sat down next to him. “Do you?” she dared to ask.

“Does it matter?” he retorted, regretting not to send Henrik away before he confirmed his feelings about Caroline to Kol.

“No. I suppose not,” she said, noticing how his face fell with her words. “I mean it’s not like it would change my feelings,” she added.

“I assumed as much,” Klaus nodded. He had never expected Caroline to return his feelings. This only confirmed what he already knew.

Caroline rolled her eyes, “For someone who assumes to know everything, you’re really blind.”

“What do you mean?” Klaus questioned.

“That I like you, you idiot,” she turned her head, avoiding looking at Klaus. “Don’t ask me why, but I do,” she whispered.

Klaus slowly lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes. “I like you too,” he admitted before he brushed his lips against her.

“Yeah,” Caroline laughed softly, “You’re brother told me as much. But it sounds better when you say it.”

“I like you,” Klaus said and kissed her on her nose. “I like you,” he brushed his lips against her closed eyes. “I like you,” one peck on the corner of her lip. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she said and pulled him closer, capturing his mouth with hers. She believed him. She might have been blind before, but a little kid had helped open her eyes to what was always in front of her.

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BonesXReader: Joanna’s first date

After your shift on the Enterprise you headed to the day care centre on an upper-deck to pick up your four-year-old son Noah before heading back to your shared family quarters. Your husband, the CMO was working late because of a recent contamination in the Botany labs where several crew members had been sprayed with a previously unknown pollen from one of the plants. It hadn’t had any negative or worrying effects yet, but the Captain felt it was better safe than sorry.

You gave Noah some cut up fruit and left him on a playmat with his toys in front of the couch so you could do paperwork on you PADD. The doors opened and Joanna, Leonard’s 11-year-old daughter arrived home from school. “Hey mom, dad working late again?” A year and a half into your marriage Joanna had woken you up on your birthday with two envelopes. One birthday card. And one set of adoption papers. You’d been so happy you’d cried. She’d called you ‘mom’ ever since.

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Good Enough (7)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Kyungsoo dragged Sehun out of the hallway into an empty classroom, slamming the door behind him and blocking the prince from leaving. “You may be a prince ‘Your Highness’, but you are such an asshole. She’s a lovely girl and yet you treat her like shit. You don’t deserve her,” Kyungsoo practically shouted at Sehun, losing his temper.

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BlackPink[Rose`]- Rose` Has A What!!

Prompt: Rose` has been sneaking out of the dorms lately and the girls decide to follow her one day

Writer: Admin C

Word Count: 654

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Female X Female

It was another night that Rose` has sneaked out. No matter how many times the she’s been questioned she denies going out. Well of course she can cause they don’t proof of her sneaking out.

“Ok this time we will get our proof and get answers” Jennie whispered as her Jisoo and Lisa watched Rose` sneak out the door.

“Let’s go” Jisoo said and the 3 girls started following Rose`.


“Hey sorry I’m late. The others went to sleep later then I thought they would” Rose` said as she met up with her girlfriend of 1 ½ Y/N.

“It’s fine as long as we get to see each other” Y/N said as she embraced the red head.

“Come on I know this all night frozen yogurt shop.” Rose` said as the two girls walked down the street linking hands, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

“Oh shit” Lisa muttered under her breath.

“Rose` has a girlfriend?!” Jisoo said in shock.

“We don’t know for sure that’s what she is” Jennie said.

“Why would she hide a FRIEND from us? They are obviously a couple” Jisoo whisper-shouted.

“I think we should head back” Lisa suggested.

“Yeah they are on a date, let’s go” Jisoo said shoving the two.


“So Rose`, anything new you want to tell us about?” Lisa asked as Rose` wandered into the kitchen in the morning.

“Uh no” Rose` says as she grabs a water bottle.

“Does YG know that you have a girlfriend” Jennie asks suddenly almost makinf Rose` choke on her water.

“How did yous?” Rose` asks.

“We may or may not have followed you last night” Jisoo admits looking down.

“What! Why?” Rose` asks in shock.

“Well we wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t hide it from us” Jennie says with Lisa and Jisoo nodding in agreement.

“Yes YG knows about Y/N, I was told to keep it a secret. Even from you guys” Rose` tells them.

“Oh” all the girls say in realization.

“Yeahhhhhh” Rose` says.

“So when can we meet her then since we already know about her?” Lisa asks excitedly.

“No, not happening. Just forget that you know about her” Rose` says walking towards the door.

“That isn’t something that’s easily forgotten!!!!” Jisoo yells as Rose` exits the dorm.


“What” Y/N asks in shock.

“Yeah they know about us. Those sneaky little –” Rose` says but is cut off.

“Ahh no cursing. We’ll figure it out ok. We always do” Y/N says taking Rose`’s hand in hers.

“You’ll stay by my side right?” Rose` asks.

“As long as you want me there” Y/N confirms.

“Meet me at the dorms at noon tomorrow then” Rose` tells Y/N.

“I thought you didn’t want them to meet me yet” Y/N says in shock.

“I changed my mind” Rose` says.


It was noon the next day when Y/N walked p to the door of BLACKPINK’s dorms and rand the doorbell.

Jennie gasped as she saw who was at the door and slammed the door in Y/N’s face quickly.

“What’s wrong” Jisoo asks.

“She’s here” Jennie whispers as she keeps her back to the door.

“Who’s here” Jisoo asks.

“Rose`’s girlfriend” Jennie whispers to Jisoo.

“Let me see” Jisoo says as she goes to the door and opens it, “Oh my god” she says and quickly shuts it.

“What do we do” Jennie asks the older girl.

“Well I don’t know about yous but I’m going to make a good first impression unlike yous.” Lisa says and walks over opening the door. “Hi you must be Y/N, wow your so pretty no wonder Rose` likes you so much” Lisa says and hugs Y/N.

“Hands of my girl, Manoban” Rose` says as she walks down the stairs.


“Thanks for introducing us to her Rose`” Jennie says after Y/N leaves the dorm to go back home.

“It’s about time that yous meet her anyway”

Critical Role Sentence starters p.1
  • “I never trusted that Magneto looking motherfucker.”
  • “We’re in town, fuck it. Anything’s possible!”
  • “It’s like Weekend at Bernie’s.”
  • “I would like to rage.”
  • “Did you get that so you can spy on _____?”
  • “I encourage violence.”
  • “Do you want to go steady? Yes, no or maybe.”
  • “Warn me first!”
  • “You’re a bad ass, nameless NPC!”
  • “You fucked up.”
  • “Shoot that load, ______!”
  • “I knew it! I knew it! I’m a special boy.”
  • “It’s like your god has smiled on me and said ‘he’s cool, go for it’.”
  • “Yes, I’ve got two eyes.”
  • “Where do I knock off my points for pride?”
  • “That’s in additional notes.”
  • “What’s family for other than to take advantage of?”
  • “There’s nothing you can’t ruin.”
  • “You don’t understand, we haven’t been apart in about… ever.”
  • “Thank you, I hate to lose papaya.”
  • “Like a fourteen year old who’s father doesn’t love him enough to teach him how to groom himself.”
  • “Anyway, we’ll talk about it over fire camps!”
  • “What’s that term called? The one where your penis is inverted?”
  • “He’s a boy! Look at his giant bear dick!”
  • “Diamonds are forever.”
  • “Oh my god, you guys! All I needed was fried chicken.”
  • “I use fuck me.”
  • “You will leave when Burt Reynolds tells you to leave.”
  • “You have a twin? What’s she look like?”
  • “Us Dwarves are known for our dicks that are sensitive to rat bites.”
  • “I would like you to enchant my staff.”
  • “I mean it in a strictly platonic, arcanic sense.”
  • “Oh jesus ball sacks!”
  • “How would you like to make a gold coin?”
  • “You sick fucks.”
  • “Well, I mean, you came to a bar looking for young boys.”
  • “I thought you were heroes.”
  • “I waited two weeks to meet you.”
  • “I just wanted to be a hero.”
  • “I will, I’ll make you proud.”
  • “Of course I would definitely stop looking if I saw her naked in front of my poo.”
  • “I’m going to scry through my poo.”
  • “You’re stealing from a crying man!”
  • “You’re walking straight so it couldn’t have gone too well.”
  • “She’s vegan, of course she told them.”
  • “I can sense you, you dick!”
  • “We had a safe word for a reason!”
  • “My god, ______’s a hoarder. Or he’s in serious distress.”
  • “I think it’s the previous.”
  • “I encourage sandwich.”
  • “I have an itch and it can only be scratched with a cow bell.”
  • “Your kid is weird.”
  • “Not a child!”
  • “I have a plan… we’re all cows.”
  • “It’s cow or never.”
  • “This is udderly ridiculous.”
  • “#supple bear”
  • “You softened the shit of him.”
  • “Please, please don’t let them kill me.”
  • “We may be fuck ups, but we’re not without ability.”
  • “Always go in the backdoor.”
  • “Can you say anything that isn’t laced with innuendo?”
  • “Don’t throw around the ‘d’ work unless it’s the ‘d’ word time.”
  • AND FINALLY: “How do you want to do this?”
The Lucky One

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The strangest thing for me about falling in love with a girl was that it felt exactly the same as falling in love with a boy.  If I hadn’t known what that felt like, I might have never understood what I was feeling towards Trixie.

           We’d been friends for years, spending more time with each other than with our separate roommates, laughing and loving and simply being the two of us.  It was like the two of us together was a completely different thing from the two of us on our own.  We became a new entity, one that we preferred to our own selves.

           Although I might have taken it a bit too far. Because I fell.  I fell hard.

           And it took me years to figure it out.  Why I would instantly heat up when she smiled at me, why my stomach buzzed when we touched, why I would hear love songs and immediately think of her, why I daydreamed about kissing her and what it would feel like.

           But I didn’t tell her, because I also daydreamed about what it would feel like when she rejected me, told me she only wanted to be my friend, told me she loved me but not like that.

           Of course, there was the chance she would love me back.  I knew she was a lesbian, she had told me so years ago.  Incidentally, it was right around then that I started heating up when I saw her, getting jealous when she smiled at other girls.

           But the odds of her turning me down, of our friendship being ruined, were too high for me to ignore.  And I would rather spend my life keeping my love to myself and being with her, than not seeing her again.

           So I burned silently.


“Does Penny ever sleep in here anymore?”

           “Not really,” Trixie shrugged, “she just pops in to grab her books sometimes.  I practically have the room to myself.”

           “That must be nice.”

           “Well, of course,” she grinned at me, “it means you can sleep over all the time.”

           I looked down to hide my blush.

           “It also means,” she went on, “that I get to keep you all to myself.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “I mean, if I didn’t hold you captive in my room all the time, you’d probably go off and get a boyfriend or a girlfriend and leave me all alone.”

           I chuckled.  “Unlikely.”

           “That’s because you love me the most, right?” She flashed me her biggest smile.

           “Of course,” I said truthfully, saddened by the fact that she couldn’t know exactly how deep my answer went.

           Trixie flopped down on the bed next to me.  “Out of curiosity though, is there anyone you would want to date right now?”

           I tried to laugh but it came out a choke.  “What is this, Truth or Dare?”

           “Sure,” she agreed.  “Truth: do you like anyone?”

           “Can I chicken out?”


           I took a breath as subtly as I could, hoping I didn’t look as terrified as I felt.  “Yes, I like someone.  But it’s not going to work out for me.”

           Trixie’s smile wavered.  “Why not?  You’re a perfectly wonderful girl, beautiful too.  Who would say no to you?”

           I captured her words in my heart to replay later. “Someone who doesn’t like me back.”

           “How do you know?  Have you told them?”


           “Then you can’t know.”

           I shook my head.  “It’s a bit more complicated than that.  I’m afraid that if I tell them, and they reject me, that they’ll never talk to me again.”

           “I dare you to tell them.”

           I laughed.  “You can’t do that, I already told a Truth, you can’t Dare me on the same turn.”

           “Alright, fine, my turn.  But you should tell them, and if they say no, tell me who it is so I can go set them straight for you.”

           “I think setting them gay for me would be more effective,” I murmured before I could stop myself.

           She sat up.  “So it’s a girl then?”

           “No further questions,” I glared at her, smiling. “Your turn, Truth or Dare?”

           “Truth,” she declared without a thought.

           “Do you like anyone?”  I cursed myself inwardly for opening this door.  The last thing I needed was to find out she was in love with someone else. But the words were already out, and she was already grinning shamelessly.

           “Yes I do.”


           “One turn, one question,” she told me, and I saw her cheeks turn pink.  “Truth or Dare?”


           “Who is it?”

           My stomach churned as I realized what kind of a corner I’d backed myself into.  Trixie wasn’t going to let me go without getting answers.  I’d either have to lie or tell the truth, and I honestly couldn’t say what I would do if it came to it.

           “I change my mind,” I fumbled.  “Dare.”

           “Alright,” she gave me a smug look.  “I dare you to tell me who it is.”

           “That’s cheating.”

           “Fine, then I dare you to tell her how you feel.  No chickening out.”

           “You can’t make me.”

           “Unfortunately, I can,” she said solemnly, “it’s in the Sacred Pact of Truth or Dare.”

           “How should I even tell her?” I tried to buy myself time, panicking more every second.

           “Just go up to her and kiss her on the cheek,” she shrugged, “girls love that kind of thing, even if they think it’s platonic. Then just go ‘hey, I think we should date’.”

           “Is that how you would do it?”

           “Yeah, probably.”

           “Then why haven’t you done it?”

           The smile faded from her lips.  “I guess I’ve been waiting for the right moment.”

           “Then I dare you to tell her,” I challenged, hating myself, feeling like I was giftwrapping her for another girl.

           She looked at me for a long moment, her expression solid on her porcelain-like face.  Then, abrubtly, she sat up and shifted nearer to me, until she was too close for me to see her clearly without going cross-eyed, too close for me to think clearly.

           It took me a second to process what was happening, and by then she had already kissed my cheek, slowly and soundly.

           She drew back, looked me directly in my wide eyes. “Hey,” she said softly, “I think we should date.”

           I couldn’t breathe, my hand went involuntarily to cover my mouth.  “This isn’t happening,” I whispered.

           “I like you, Keris,” she told me without batting an eye.  “I like you a lot.”

           “How do you do that?”

           “Do what?”

           “Just tell someone how you feel about them without any fear of them rejecting you?”

           “You deserve to know,” she shrugged, “the chips can fall where they may.”



           I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

           When I pulled back, her eyes were shining, and I was speechless.  I couldn’t say the line she’d given me, I could only try to convey everything I was feeling through my eyes.

           “Really?” she whispered.


           She giggled like she couldn’t believe her luck. As if she was the lucky one.  As if I’d ever been out of her league.  

           I was the one who’d been graced by a miracle.  I was the lucky one.

           When she kissed me, I couldn’t kiss her back at first because I was smiling too hard.

           But I recovered, and then I was kissing her like I’d been waiting my whole life.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Bron coming home one day and finding his child managed to pick the lock to the sweetroll cabinet

Bron, NO. That’s not how you parent

Could’ve done this with Aventus probably, but Bron/Vex lovechild felt even more fitting, so … :’D 

Hello, Sailor

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Pairing: tattooartist!Dean, teacher!reader
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When Dean opened his front door, there was no way you could keep your eyes from looking over his bare chest. Smirking, you pointed to his side. “Well, hello, Sailor.”

He looked down and laughed. “Maybe your princess and my sailor would get along.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh.

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I look so bad in the photo im not even gonna xD story timmee. Okay so i was waiting outside the room cuz the staff divided the lines so some people r in the photo op room & some are outside the room. When i got into the room i started to shake & freak out. Our Plan A pose was out cuz the photo op line was moving really fast. So we go with Plan B which is my sister goes on his back n i go in front. When it was our turn my sister said “Can I go on our back?” & he couldn’t hear so he was like “Whats that?” And he leaned in closer to my sister & she repeated what she said. And Jensen said “Well, of course you can go on my back but that is only because you are so cute” & he kneels down for my sister. Then i go in front of him & i said “can i stand in front of you” n he was like “yeah of course” n he pulled me into him n i died inside. Right after i turned around & said “thanks jensen” n he kneeled down for my sister n he said “no problem. Have a great day y'all” n i started to freak out n i cried when i left the room.

Body Guard S.Coups AU pt 1
  • The type of bodyguard to purposely dress to impress, not you, but to impress the maids that work for you.
  • “Wake the princess at eight.” Will instead wake you up at seven because he’s a pain in the butt and enjoys seeing you stressed from the lack of sleep.
  • Enjoys wearing black suits and ties, but refuses to wear anything pink.
  • Always has his hair gelled, or combed back.
  • Tried to dye his hair blonde once but was told off the King for looking too rebellious for his daughter.
  • Can’t stand long conversations with higher ups, esp the King.
  • Always tries to find an excuse to avoid going to meetings with you.
  • Is really good at wrestling, he even won against the Jeon Ceon wtf am I doing
  • Takes pride in his thick legs, claims that it’s the only reason as to why he beat Jungkook.
  • Hates horseback riding.
  • But hates running laps around the castle more than that.
  • Claims to “dislike” you but really he’s had a crush on you since like forever, but because of work protol call he can’t.
  • That is until one day you both find out from the King that you are to meet with suitors from the next Kingdom.
  • That’s when he completely loses it and goes berserk. On his friend the Royal Hairstylist Jeonghan of course.
  • “She’s getting married like can you believe that?!”
  • “Well of course she is the princess S.Coups.”
  • “But-”
  • “Just tell her you like her.”
  • And pretty much after that conversation with Jeonghan S.Coups has tried to avoid you at all cost. But because he is your bodyguard that really just turns awkward.
  • “Hey Coups! Can you come here for a sec?”
  • “Ummmmm sorry Princess! Ask Mingyu gotta uhhh go train!”
  • Basically tries to avoid you but after what seems to be like the fifth time you get pissed off and order him to visit you.
  • When that happens he looks everywhere but you.
  • “Why have you been avoiding me?”
  • “Princess I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve been…..busy that’s all.”
  • “Stop with the crap S.Coups if you don’t want to be my bodyguard just say it! I’m sure Mingyu or Wonwoo would be happy to take your place!”
  • “Fine I don’t want to be your bodyguard.”
  • “Why don’t you just wait what-“
  • “I don’t want to be your bodyguard, I want to be your boyfriend.”
Exo reaction to you, their girlfriend, dancing Call Me Baby perfectly

Requested by anon, I hope you like it ^^

P.s To everyone reading this: I’m gonna put Kris, Luhan and Tao in this reaction, if you do not like this I suggest that you do not read it.


At first he thought that it was okay that you could he first couple of steps, but when you were halfway in he started reevaluating his life decisions.

Originally posted by dosibelo


He would try and take it as seriously as possible when you started dancing, but when you hip thrusted the air he lost it so much that he almost couldn’t breath.

Originally posted by chanyeollima


He would be pleasantly surprised, because ever since you had seen the video you had been begging to learn the dance, and he would agree, but he would always show it in a different way, so he was glad that you had learnt it on your own.

Originally posted by oh-prankster


He would watch you with ‘the look’ until you were finished then he would take your hand and lead you to the bedroom “Let me teach you some of the other steps” We all know what went down(A/N I had to do that sorry) after that.

Originally posted by deardodoro


He would yell at you out of anger “YAAAHHH!!!! Who taught you that?!?! It better not be that Xiumin hyung or else the both of you will be in trouble!!!” But deep down he would be disappointed that you didn’t ask him for help.

Originally posted by datkaidoe


He couldn’t help but to tear up a bit as he watched the woman he loved, do this for him, learning the routine and fixing a costume that looked like the one in the video, so as he almost let the tears fall he stopped the music, much to your complaints, and walked up to you and gave you a long kiss “I love you so much” he whispered before giving you another kiss.

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl


He would be extremely proud clapping his hands while you danced and came with constructive criticism when you were done, like where to put your feet to do the turns better even though they were perfect already.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


The only thoughts running through his mind, when you started dancing were a big pile of  “How the hell did she learn this?…And why do I like it so much?”

Originally posted by dawnlus


He would sit there drinking his tea thinking that he could give a sassy remark when you were done, but almost choked on his tea as you started rapping Chanyeols part.

Originally posted by chensoomyun


He would be very smug about it, thinking to himself “Well of course she can dance it perfectly. She is after all Kim Junmyeuns girlfriend”

Originally posted by wintershower


He thought it was awesome that you had taken the time to learn the choreography, but he soon sttarted thinking that you were dancing better than him, so as his part came he would push you away and take the spotlight.

Originally posted by baek-tao-the-future


He would watch your every.single.move as he only thought about two things: how much he loved you, and what he would do to you later

Originally posted by xiusenpai

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Stay sassy Mille

Wicked Witchcraft -- A Jily Oneshot

Happy Jilytober! Got this in at the last minute. 

There’s music coming from his room. That’s not uncommon. Not anymore.

He can hear it all the way from the bottom of the stairs that lead to the Seventh Year boy’s dormitory. As he ascends higher, James can hear that it sounds like that Sinatra bloke Lily’s so fond of, but he doesn’t recognize this song. By the time he’s outside the door he can hear a few stray words.

fingers, strikes, witchcraft.

Witchcraft? Muggles don’t know about witchcraft and James is almost certain Lily said Sinatra is a muggle. Maybe he’s wrong, he thinks, and this is someone else’s song. Either way, he’s about to find out.  

James opens the door, and there, as expected, is Lily, lying on the floor in front of his bed, singing along to the record spinning on her turntable and making multicolored clouds with her wand.

She sings loudly, blissfully unaware of James slowly entering the room. He stands right next to the door and watches her, red hair splayed all around her, a soft smile on her face, her eyes relaxed but focused as she belts, “wicked witchcraft.”

“All right, I know I heard it that time!” James exclaims, breaking Lily out of her trance. He feels a little bad about it…or he would if it didn’t mean the smile that had been directed at her wandwork was now aimed at him instead.

“Heard what?” she asks. “The song?”

“Is this by the Sinatra man?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Then how does he know about wizards?” James asks.

Lily stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending. Finally, she laughs. “Oh, it’s not…it’s not our kind of magic. It’s more…romantic.”

“Wizards can be romantic.”

Lily gets up and walks to James, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Well of course you can be, but just listen.”

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[one-shot] ten weeks

Title: ten weeks

Rating: NC-16

Warnings: crude language, smut, allusions to alcohol use, undertale spoilers

Genre: idk does this count as fluff? hs au, smut, pastel/punk, slight angst, slight crack bc it isn’t an amazingphilia fic if there isn’t crack of some sort

Pairing: phan yes and inkling of kickthestickz

Characters: meme boy as a pastel princess, meme daddy as a punk asshole, some other people as punk asshole’s friends

Summary: the following is an account of the ten weeks punk delinquent Phil Lester was forced to befriend his sworn enemy little flower boy Dan Howell after his parole officer decided to cuff them together to stop them from bickering (and the three weeks that follow).

Alice: Helo!! My gf is (unfortunately) a n00b in video games and couldn’t defeat a carrot so she made me write a few parts!! One of them is related to undertale and um it’s heavy spoilers for doing a genocide run!! (dont worry im p sure dnp won’t do one so you can read) ((check out how bad ass phil is in this fic for defeating this guy))

Charlie:Ten Weeks by Charlie and Alice Present Jack U ft. Audrey HAHAHA (no srsly guys listen to Jack U its electro genius) anyway this is the result of the realisation that there are no fics in the phandom that address the handcuff trope ;-; so i decided to write one to indulge myself as well as other tropes i wanted to write for like poet!dan (technically i didn’t write it audrey did), poet!phil (okay i wrote this one i swear), pastel!dan, and punk!phil.
And does this count as a collab anymore if you coerce your girlfriend into writing the smut and a scene concerning Undertale? Anyway yes a “collab” between hte gf @lestersbitch and I with a special feature from @valdimire!! Audrey thank you for helping me write such an important scene in here, you’re literally one of my favourite poets (there’s a hint for you sneaky shits). Anyway  soz for long a/n here we go

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Simple and Clean (Request #9)

Originally posted by maybelline

PROMPT: “You’re a great singer Y/N. Why do you keep hiding your voice? I’ll write you a song….will you please sing it for me, for your fans?” “I can’t! I don’t have any confidence left in my voice.” YoongiXReader. Fluff.

A/N: All Rights of lyrics to this song belong entirely to Hikaru Utada. The song is called Simple and Clean, and is freaking amazing. I strongly suggest that you go and listen to it–like, now. :)
Simple and Clean

Her voice billows around her—a pair of wings that send her soaring high above our heads. The power behind each note is perfectly controlled, delicate even. A gorgeous, innate warmth in the timber of it keeps you hanging on each and every word, edging closer, desperately clinging to the tune in hopes that it will never end.

“She has a gift,” Namjoon nods respectfully, yanking me from my hypnosis.

I shift uncomfortably, sliding back from the edge of my seat. “Too bad she doesn’t know it.”

Our manager sighs, running his palm along the scruff of his chin. “I know—but it’s just…so…so…”

“Raw,” Hoseok says.

“Beautiful,” Jimin offers.

“Amazing,” Taehyung says.

“Perfect.” I close my eyes, taking in more of that seamlessly gorgeous instrument.

“Well,” our manager says. “Yeah…exactly. But, she has no confidence anymore—not after…”

We all groan, fidgeting in our seats. She continues her song from the other side of the glass, perfectly content in her own private sanctuary. Y/N’s confidence issue was not of her own doing; it was the result of bad management by her previous company. Loyal fans stood by her side as she did the unthinkable and transferred to BigHit Entertainment, joining our forces, but her will was broken, her self-worth questioned, her spirit shaken, and she had yet to perform or release a song.

“It’s been three months,” one of the other staff says. “Don’t you think it’s time for her to get ov—.”

We all glare, and he shuts his mouth quickly. Her song hits its crescendo, and my ears are in euphoria. I say, “I’ll write her something.”

“You?” Our manager looks taken aback.

“I have…special interest in her talent.” I blush as my band mates slap me playfully, jeering and teasing relentlessly. “I want to help her.”

Weighing me with a serious look, he nods finally. “I can think of no one better suited to do so.”


I meet her outside the studio room after her song. “That’s quite a voice you have, Y/N.”

She looks startled, apprehensive—mistrustful—with her narrowed eyes and pursed mouth. “…Thank you…”

“I’m Min Yoongi, by the way. I don’t think we’ve formally introduced our—.”

“I know who you are,” she says simply. “Excuse me.”

She tries to flee, but I block her path. “You’re a great singer Y/N. Why do you keep hiding your voice? I’ll write you a song….will you please sing it for me—for your fans?“

“I can’t!” Her aggression shocks both of us, she amends in a softer, apologetic tone. “I mean…I don’t have any confidence left in my voice. But, thank you…Yoongi.”

I nod slowly. “I know. I know it’s hard…but it would be a shame to let all of that talent go to waste—to keep it from the world.” She blushes, and I smile softly. “It’s not every day that you find a voice like yours. Just…think about it, ok?”

Sucking in her bottom lip, she shrugs noncommittally. “Ok.”

Well…it’s better than a ‘no’. I let her move past me, and am already lost in the melody I’m creating in my head. I scramble for a pad of clean staff paper, and a pen, and begin scrawling through the night.


“Ok,” she says from behind my chair.

I lift my head, jolting awake, ink smudged slightly on the paper beneath me. I must have fallen asleep at some point. Shaking the sleep from my eyes, I ask, “Ok, what?”

“I’ll do it.” She digs her toe into the carpet. “I’ll sing your song.”


Nodding tentatively, she tucks a sheet of hair behind her ear. I smile, lifting the sheets of music from the desk of my studio. “Let’s get started, then.”

Shock lines her brow. “You-you finished it? Yoongi, it’s been less than twenty-four hours!”

Chuckling, I shrug nonchalantly. “What can I say? I was inspired. I’m not always as lazy as I pretend to be, you know?”

She smiles so genuinely, so beautifully, that it steals the breath from my lungs, leaving me a gasping, sputtering mess. Ignoring—thankfully—my fit of boyish helplessness, she asks, “Well, can I see it?”

“Of course,” I say, handing her the papers.

Her eyes scan the pages with intrigue before she looks back up at me, smiling again. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Now, let’s hear how it sounds.” Settling onto the piano bench, I press my fingers over the keys, playing through the introduction before she can protest.

She gives me a playfully disapproving glare, but opens her mouth to sing at just the right spot.

“You’re giving me too many things. Lately, you’re all I need…”

The notes tumble and twirl from her lips so gracefully, it’s like listening to a dance. “You smiled at me, and said: Don’t get me wrong I love you, but does that mean I have to meet your father? When we are older you’ll understand what I meant when I said, ‘No, I don’t think life is quite that simple.’”

My fingers move of their own will over the keys, I don’t even see the notes anymore, I just follow her ethereal, angelic voice. “When you walk away, you don’t hear me say: ‘Please, oh baby don’t go! Simple and clean is the way you’re making me feel tonight.’”

She crescendos and decrescendos in just the right places, instinctively understanding her instrument and how best to suit it to the song. Her song; my song. Our song.

Finishing our tune, I feel shivers run along my arms as she hold the last note, letting it ring through the air until it dissipates into a quiet echo.

“That,” I say, stunned. “Was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

Tears stain her cheeks as she rushes toward me with open arms. “Thank you, Yoongi.”

I hug her back, laughing softly. “But, you’re the one who sang it. The song would be nothing without you.”

“But,” she say, squeezing my shoulders. “You wrote it… and more than that, you believed in me. So, thank you.”

Kissing my cheek, she pulls away little by little, and I find myself missing the feeling of her arms around my shoulders. “You’re welcome.”

She releases another heart-warming, gut wrenching, breath stealing smile, and all I can think is:

Oh boy…I’m in big trouble.


I… may have gone a little crazy with the sun spots… but… he IS the sun god… so I’m not going to apologize….

The first picture is, well, obviously when he was greeted by the welcome-to-humanity party. So he’s a bit scrawny and kind pale. The second is after awhile being on earth, and spending some time at our favorite demi-god camp. I imagine him somehow trying to convince Meg to trust him… and with those bright blue eyes, well, how can she not? Of course, he must have done something to lose her trust in the first place but that’s for another day. 

I also just want to see the sun god in a CHB shirt. *fans self* Damn.