why am i still laughing about this

Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

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You ask me why I don’t care anymore, I laugh at your face and think about it.. I don’t care because I am tired of being messed with, being hurt and being used. I don’t care because people always end up taking the oh so caring person for granted. I don’t care because you fucked me over and chose to pretend i didn’t care even when it killed me inside. I am shocked how you still have the adaucity to ask me why I don’t care. My mind thinks of possible replies and I all I can say is I just don’t.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1210
Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”


“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

If they’re smart enough to be doctors, they’re smart enough to learn to say your name correctly.

My resident.

I don’t have a common typical English name. My name is unique to my culture. It’s always been difficult always being different, an outsider. Especially growing up in the US south. But that’s a different story.

There are two schools of thought on my name: “oh cool so exactly as it’s spelled” and “what in the actual fuck I don’t even know where to start.” The latter are always the loudest and most obnoxious.

First days of school were the worst growing up. I would usually keep track of where in the alphabet the teacher was on roll call and knew she was looking at my name when there was a long pause. I would fake a laugh, raise my hand, and tell them my name. Everyone else would laugh along. I hated it, I was so embarrassed. Why couldn’t I have been named Ashley or Catherine or Megan? Life would have been so much easier.

I grew up to embrace my name and love it. I love my culture, our history is awesome, and my name is badass. I’ve only met one other person with my name and she’s ten years younger than I am and lives in Canada. But my acceptance doesn’t mean everyone else has had the same epiphany about my name. I still get the same looks, well-intentioned but rude comments, and confused stares from all the Caroline’s, Katelyn’s, and Lauren’s.

Some days I own it with a bad ass “no it’s not hard, you’re being dramatic, it’s easy to say and really cool” attitude. Sometimes I have rhyming tricks that I personally HATE but understand it’s a necessary evil because some people have tiny minds and need the extra help. And then I throw in a little history lesson because damn, some people.

But some days I’m exhausted, and I can’t argue and stand up for myself. Some days I’m tired and defeated and I let it go, “I know, it’s hard, a lot of people have trouble. It’s okay.”

My resident caught me on one of those nights. I was on hour 14 of the work day, scrubbing in for yet another surgery. She didn’t keep asking my name because she couldn’t pronounce it, but because she genuinely couldn’t remember what it was because she was having a very similar kind of day.

No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I was too tired at the time to understand and appreciate what she said, but it’s been resonating with me ever since. She’s fucking right. If you’re comfortable speaking in medical jargon with our made-up sounding words, you can say my name. It’s not hard, it’s not my fault you can’t say it, and no, you can’t make up a nickname for me. ✋🏼

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU

Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”


“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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Bts reaction to having a smol girlfriend


I am so sorry for you, but you are going to have to suffer thorugh a lot of terrible terrible jokes and puns about your height. The thing is that Seokjin isn’t always the best at finding out that his jokes aren’t really that funny. Your height would never in any way interfere with how much he loved you, but… He would still joke about it , mainly cause you would laugh… even if you were faking it to make him happy.

Originally posted by yoongiski

“Why should you never hire a short person a chef? The steaks are to high!”


Now lets be honest, he might like to pretend, but Yoongi really isn’t that tall himself. And he would probably appreciate you being shorter than him. He would be giving you tons of back hugs where he could rest his head on your shoulder comfortable, and it would be so much easier for him to be the big spoon when you were a tiny little blob.

Originally posted by notjustaphase

“you are so cute! Come nap with me!”


Hobi would found you so adorable! Small people are adroable! Just look at Jimin it is a fact! He would always be helpful with helping you reach stuff, and make sure to place it on the lowest shelves so you could reach it as well. He would never miss a chance to hug you close and almost hide you in his body. Plus you wearing his hoodies and sweaters would be adorable!

Originally posted by syubto

“look at you! It is like my shirt is trying to eat you! Have you ever seen something this cute!? No calming down is not an option!”


Being the tallest member of BTS he would tease you about how he had to hurt his back and neck to bend down and kiss you, but he would still find it adorable how much shorter than him you were. He would always try not to push the teasing to far. He knew he didn’t specifically like it when people called him a noddle with not control of his limbs, no matter how true it were.
So he would know not to push it to far.

Originally posted by jiminboi

“This is why you can never leave me, my back is going to be damaged so back that nobody else would want me anymore!”


Now let’s be honest we all know that a smol girlfriend is Jimin’s dream! That means that he wouldn’t look so small himself! There would be a chance that he would do everything in his power to talk you out of wearing heels tho! He prefered when you were smol in flat’s! It made you look so adorable and it fit everything better!

Originally posted by minspink

“Think about all the negative effects heels has on your health! I really just want the best for you! Which let’s be honest would be for you to leave the heels at home, you aren’t going to wear them all evening anyway! “


Tae would found it way to funny to put things where you couldn’t reach it, you better get used to this joke until he finds something better to do. In his defense this is how he shows that he loves you. That an leaning his head above your and resting it on your. Generally yes he would tease you! But he still loves you no matter what height you were!

Originally posted by kinglywomen

“oh I am sorry! I totally didn’t notice I put it up there!” 


Smol girlfriend? Time to show off! Get used to be lifted up to things you can’t reach, or just in general get ready to be picked up. We all know that Jungkook seem to enjoy picking people up, and those people are much bigger than you. Think about how much he would enjoy just in general you being small and easy to pick up! I hope you are not afraid of heights ;)

Originally posted by hoseokxx

“why are you screaming!? I am not going to drop you I promise, I do this to Jimin all the time and you are much smaller! I could throw you up and catch you again! Stop panicking! I am not going to do it, but I could!”

Authors note

I always thought I were short, until apparently I found out that 174 cm is not short in other countries… my entire life is a lie.

Request’s are open! So if you have a something you would like to see you can request it!

The Diplomat.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is Oswald Cobblepot’s younger sister; she is the definition of innocence. She helps him with the social stance to negotiating, and is with him while he is trying to negotiate with one of the newest, most hyped criminal. Jerome Valeska.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Threats, language, slightly flirtatious Jerome.

Need to know: Set after Jerome’s revival, as he has more power, etc. (Also, I don’t have many revived Jerome fics.)

Title: The Diplomat. //

“Now, listen y/n,” Oswald says as he hobbles towards the gigantic garage door. “I don’t want you to have to do this, but if you do, I’d feel more comfortable if you had this.” He turns to her, pressing a gun to her palm, urging her to take it. Y/n sighs softly, staring down at the sleek black gun.

“I’d rather not, Oz, I think I’ll be fine…I’ve never needed one before.” Y/n says tentatively. Oswald’s head tilts as he stares down at her, and his head shakes, his mouth open slightly.

“Y/n, please do this for me.” Oswald’s eyes searches y/n’s. “These are bad people, y/n. If shit hits the fan, they won’t care who is armed and who isn’t. They’ll shoot you, y/n. So, take the damn gun.” He hated being harsh towards y/n but sometimes he didn’t have a choice. A small, irritated sigh slips past y/n’s lips as she grabs the gun from him, instantly flicking the safety on. Although Oswald knew y/n wasn’t really upset with him, he still felt guilty. He knew she could take care of herself, but it was always more a question of would she. Oswald dusts of his jacket, stands slightly straighter, and knocks his umbrella -which he uses as a cane- against the door five times, then four, and finally one. The door creaks and groans, and then lurches upwards slowly, the whole way squeaking as it rolls up. Oswald motions with his head for everyone else to enter first. They move forward as Oswald does, followed lastly by y/n.

Once she’s in the storage unit, the door closes- much quicker than it had opened. The slightly pale ginger stands up with a flair, his permanent smile widening as he moves forward to greet them.

“Hello, Oswald.” He says, his voice gruff as he stretches out his hand. Y/n moves forward, holding out her hand to shake his too, but his gaze merely stops on her for a second. His eyes light up slightly, and he withdraws his hand.

“Yes, hello.” Oswald says hastily. Jerome’s gaze flicks down to the gun in y/ns hands, and his eyebrows shoot up as he turns over to Oswald, his eyes sparkling as he tilts his head.

“You shouldn’t give toys to little kids; not toys like that,”

“I’m not a kid.” Y/n mumbles, not looking over at him. His eyebrows shoot up even higher as he whirls around to face her.

“Ah, she speaks!” He claps his hands together once, and moves in front of her, staring down at her. “Oswald, what is it that you wanted?” He continues, moving too fast for y/n too keep up. He turns around, spinning in a circle, stopping when he stands in front of him. “Because as you kn-ackaugh.” He pauses, his whole body wrenching as a look of pain crosses his scarred face, his eyes closing tightly. Jerome clears his throat roughly, his body again spasming. He cranes his neck up, arching his back slightly as he stretches his neck, his head rolling from side to side. When his eyes finally do open, they roll over to peer at y/n before he laughs roughly. “Sorry about that- being stabbed in the neck will do that to you.” He taps his wrist, staring down at y/n still. “Why did you take her here?” He moves forward quickly, and a look of panic crosses Oswald’s face. Jerome reaches out, grabbing her chin gently and moving her head up and down, side to side, examining her face. “This isn’t exactly what I was expecting in payment, but…”

“I am not trading you my sister!” Oswald hisses, moving forward violently. One of Jerome’s lackeys moves forward quickly, restraining Oswald as Jerome hops away from y/n, a shrill, loud laugh erupting from him.

“It was a joke,” he wheezes, grasping his sides as he bursts into another fit of rough, high pitched laughter. “Can’tcha take a joke, Oswald?” He grins at him, and holds his hands up quickly. “Look, I’m not here to make enemies.” A short, bubbly laugh flies past his lips once more before all expression leaves his face. His eyes burn as he looks at Oswald and y/n. “Unless you want to make enemies.” He casts his gaze over to y/n once more, smiling brightly. “Hey there, sweet cheeks. Be a doll and give me your gun?”

“Don’t talk to her like that Jerome!” Oswald explodes, staring at Jerome, murder written in his eyes.

“Oswald, stop.” Y/n says, holding her arm out in front of him. She steps forward, locking gazes with Jerome as she holds up her gun. His eyes only leave hers every few seconds to look at the gun. “This?” Y/n asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Yes, that gun. Is there another damn gun would I be talking about?” He growls. Y/n pulls her other arm away from Oswald and holds the gun out to Jerome.

“Just calm down, okay?” She meets his gaze once again. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Ha! Hard to believe, with your brother over there.” Jerome barks out a laugh, eyeing the gun but not taking it.

“Jerome.” Y/n says firmly. Something about the way she speaks compels Jerome to meet her gaze. “I don’t want any trouble, Jerome.” She moves forward, grabbing Jerome’s hands. At this point, all of his followers are tense, fingers on their triggers. Y/n nudges Jerome’s hands open gently, placing the gun in them. He stares down at her, his eyes darkening as he grips on to one of her wrists tight, tossing the gun across the room with his other.

“You’re brave for someone so quiet.” Despite all the angry noises coming from Oswald, Jerome reaches out and strokes y/n’s cheek. “So, gentle,” he murmurs, every feature on his face softening. As y/n feels herself getting lost in Jerome’s eyes, her heart pounds quickly.

“And you don’t seem very dangerous for the most infamous criminal in Gotham.” She comments, tilting her head so his hand is cupping her face more, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right?”

Jerome pulls away from her, his whole-body stiffening. “That’s exactly right, doll.” He waves his hand in the air. “Just, do whatever you’d like, Oswald. We can team up whenever, you need a favor, I’m your guy, you need supplies; I’m your guy. Take whatever you want now, we can just get more.” Oswald’s jaw drops open, and one of Jerome’s followers turn to him.

“Bu- but Jerome, are you-” His voice is silenced by the bang of a bullet as it sinks through his skull. Jerome stares at his gun in shock, as if he hadn’t known it was loaded, and then tosses it aside carelessly. He turns back to y/n one more time.

“Do me a favor,” he says softly. “Don’t trust anyone but your brother. He’ll take care of you, he’ll keep you safe.”

“Well, can’t I trust you?”

“No. Come to think of it, I don’t want you coming around here again.”

“Well, why not? Maybe I want to come down here some more.” Jerome swallows roughly.

“I can’t have you around me. You’re going to stay away from me.”

“I don’t have to do what you say.” Y/n says, easily getting fed up with his sudden coldness towards her. “You barely even know me, what’s your deal?”

“I know that I’ll like you, y/n. I know that I’ll love you, in fact. That can’t happen, y/n. It can’t.

“Maybe I want it to happen,” she calls out, shocking Jerome and Oswald. They both turn to look at her, jaws slack.

It can’t! When people like me, like your brother, when we care about people, they get used as leverage. Your brother let you out of the house much?”


“My point exactly. If people knew he cared for you, knew he was your sister…you’d be dead in an instant, doll.” Jerome laughs, and turns around. “So, I’ll say it again; you aren’t coming back around here. Oswald, get her out of here.”

As y/n leaves, she makes a silent promise to herself.

She will visit him again.

She wants to see him again, and they’ve only just met. She’s already infatuated.

Matchmaker - Cody Christian AU Imagine

Warnings:SMUT,swearing,daddy kink,jealous Cody,ass slapping,hand tying,m+f oral,fake tweet,fluff.

A/N: Enjoy xx and Happy Valentines Day or as I like to call it “Another thing to remind me i’m Single AF” 

y/n; your name

y/u/n; your username

Dedicated to my newly engaged friend Adriana best wishes to you,your baby Lara and fiancé Shawn.


Lisa: Hi guys were back on Clevver Tv’s Valentines day special with the cast of Teen Wolf * Lisa smiled*

Lisa: So Cody our sources yell us you’re off the market and have been for some time now, is that true?

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iamtonyredgrave  asked:

How about this for a trimberly prompt: Kimberly gets suspended from school because she beat up Amanda for outing trini out to the entire angel grove high school. So trini visits Kim at home to see how she's doing after she was sent home after the fight.

A/N: Trimberly time! This took a bit of a different turn, but your prompt is most definitely in it! I hope you enjoy it!

Trigger warning: Homophobic slurs.


The first time Trini gets in trouble for being different, she’s seven and in the third grade. At this point in her life, she was full of smiles and excitement; she was also full of love for Bianca Yenton, her best friend and the prettiest girl besides her mami. So, on Valentine’s day when her mother takes her card shopping, she picks out the sweetest looking lollipop and the brightest card and scribbles Bianca’s name on it.

But Bianca never gets the letter or candy, her mother sees it and yells at Trini before she throws it away. It’s the first time she hears the word ‘gay’ and it’s only when her mother is yelling at her father that ‘my only child is not gay, I refuse to even consider it.’ Trini knows her mom really is mad when she doesn’t come in later to read her Goodnight Moon and tuck her in with a kiss. Two months later, Trini’s father puts in for a job transfer and she leaves Texas and Bianca behind.


Trini knows she’s gay by the time she’s thirteen. While all her friends gush about Zac Efron, Trini watches Ashley Tisdale with a curious expression. When one of her friends gets a boyfriend and talks about how he smells like Axe body spray, Trini scrunches her nose and thinks that vanilla or something flowery would be better. Anytime they so much as mention kissing a boy, Trini allows her eyes to flutter shut and she silently replaces that boy with a girl.

The only problem is that all of the things she feels is apparently wrong. Her friends make faces at her when she compliments one of their skirts, and they stop holding hands with her one day after some boy in a grade above them calls her a dyke. She doesn’t even know what it means, but it still brings tears to her eyes. It still leaves her friendless within the span of a week. Once again, their family packs up and moves.


“Trinity Santana Gomez, how could you do something like this?” Marie demands as she looks at her daughter with wide eyes. “I know your papi and I raised you better, I know you know this is wrong.”

This being her first kiss. Her first kiss that took place in her basement with some bubblegum pop song playing in the background. Her first kiss that was taken by Hannah Garcia. Her first kiss that was interrupted by her mother who screamed at them until Hannah ran out of the house in tears and left Trini to face the wrath of the women before her.

“Don’t you know that you’re sinning? Everything you do with that…harlot is a sin. It’s disgusting.” Marie growls. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Trinity, but enough is enough.”

Enough turns out to be conversion therapy. Except it doesn’t work, it just shatters her self-confidence and molds her into a harder shell. After that, she changes. Her smile disappears. Her music becomes loud screams that match the anger that thrums through her veins. Her clothes are darker, her face is hidden by beanies. Trini strips herself of the person she was and paints a new face; her parents bump her to Angel Grove the day after her therapy ends.


Three schools in three years. It takes her three schools before she lands herself in the middle of a group of kids who teach her what it means to build a family. None of them are perfect by any means, but they accept each other’s flaws without question. They accept Trini when she finally gets the courage to admit that she is gay, that she’s done pretending to be someone she’s not. They hug her, they tell her it’s okay, and Zack promises to be her wingman.

But Kimberly is the one who sneaks into her room later that night with a box of donuts and wine coolers. It’s a horrible mix, but they toast to her self freedom and Kimberly makes her swear to always be true to who she is. Eventually, the alcohol sets in and both girls cram donuts in each other’s mouths to smother laughter while Trini rolls the empty bottles under her bed.

They fall asleep pressed close together with powder on their noses and something more growing between them.


Kimberly kisses her on a Saturday that they’re trapped in the pit going through exercise after exercise. They’re both exhausted and sweaty, but Trini says something that brings out a smile from Kimberly and soon soft lips are against her own. To Trini, it tastes like coming home but there’s still a part of her that screams that this is wrong; but she flicks that little part of her aside and says fuck it.

“And what was that for?” Trini smirks as Kimberly slowly pulls away.

“Just me ending the tension.” Kimberly teases, and Trini lights up with a blush. “I think we should go somewhere after we get out of here. I think we need to talk.”

Trini nods, “I think so too.”


They talk that night, they quietly talk beside Kimberly’s special lake, they talk until the sun rises high above them and Angel Grove. They talk as school begins. They talk well past first period, and long into second. The conversation never falters, and the laughter between them is soft and easy. They talk until Trini’s phone blows up with texts and Kimberly’s lights up with a photo of her mother.

“Shit.” Kimberly hisses.

Trini winces as she reads the texts, “Fuck.”

Both girls fumble to their feet as their bubble pops and reality sets in; their bodies ache from staying in one position for so long and their stomachs rumble after being neglected for so long. Trini smiles softly as Kimberly winces and presses a hand to her abdomen. As they stand there, the two look towards their new beginning.

“What is this exactly?” Trini asks.

Kimberly shrugs and begins to back away with a smile, “I don’t know yet, but I hope you’ll stick around for the ride so we can find out.”

Trini knows damn well she’s not going anywhere; not when Kimberly smiles like that, not when she knows what freedom tastes like on the lips of somebody. Not when all the wrongs she has been taught suddenly feel so damn right.


“Do you think being gay is wrong?”

On the top of an old abandoned railroad cart, Trini and Zack share a bag of Cheetos and a Sprite. As the question settles between them, Zack looks up at her with wide, sad eyes. She almost regrets asking the question, but this is Zack. Zack who calls her his best friend. Zack who invites her for chess nights with his mom. Zack who has accepted her craziness from the moment they met.

“No. I don’t.” Zack replies. “Do you?”

“I wish I could say no.” Trini scoffs as she sips at the cold carbonation. “Stupid, right? I’m gay and I’m sitting here thinking how wrong I am, how disgusting I am.”

“T,” Zack whispers as he furrows his brow slowly. “You’re not disgusting and you’re not wrong, there’s nothing bad about the person you are. You’re still Trini, you just like girls.”

Trini gives a bitter laugh, “Why can’t my parents see it that way?”

“Because they suck.” Zack snaps as he crunches down hard on a Cheeto. “Trini, you haven’t changed a bit since the second you told us you were gay.”

“I have changed though.” Trini admits. “I was an entirely different person once upon a time. Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I’d be if my mom had been cool with me giving that card to Bianca Yenton.”

“As long as you still somehow ended up here, I wouldn’t care if you had showed up here with lime green hair and a grill. Even if you did, you’d still be my crazy girl.” Zack grins.

Trini looks at him and wonders how she got so lucky. She knows Zack had feelings for her, she isn’t quite sure if they’re even gone, but he has been by her side through it all. With a shake of her head, she lays back and stares up at the darkening sky and Zack joins her a moment later; here with her insane best friend, Trini almost feels normal.



Kimberly smiles as she glances over her shoulder, “You okay?”


A soft laugh leaves Kimberly as she reaches around herself to clip her bra back into place before she feels around for her boyshorts. Deep in the wooded area, beside Kimberly’s beloved lake, Trini stares up at the trees and struggles to come back down from her high. Everything seems so different now, everything feels real. Her entire body buzzes with energy and her heart knocks heavily, pounds against her ribcage in search of the girl who now owns every piece of it.

“Pretty girl, come back to me.” Kimberly whispers as she props herself on her elbow while her empty hand drags down Trini’s bare stomach.

“I can’t.” Trini admits.

“Well, you’re speaking more than one word so that’s an improvement.” Kimberly teases as she ducks her head to press a kiss to Trini’s neck. “Come on, you. I don’t want anyone to find us.”

The words wash away every previous feeling as they register. Kimberly doesn’t want anyone to find them, she doesn’t want anyone to know. With that, Trini sits up and barely manages to miss slamming her head against Kimberly’s as she paws for her clothes. Her hands shake as she scrambles to get dressed while her heart crumbles in her chest, and she can hear Kimberly calling her name but all she can focus on is getting the hell out of here.

“Trin, what are you doing?” Kimberly demands as she stands and rests a soft hand on Trini’s shoulder.

Trini shrugs the hand off, “You don’t want anyone to see us.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to rush out of here.” Kimberly frowns as she moves to slip her arms around Trini only for the girl to step away. “What’s going on?”

“I-I get it. You don’t want anyone to see.”

“Well, yeah.” Kimberly chuckles and Trini sinks at the sound. “I mean, the last thing we need is for someone to stumble upon us naked by a lake. That isn’t exactly how I want to tell the boys about us.”

Trini pauses, “Wait…you’re not embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” Kimberly repeats with a look of confusion. “What would I have to be embarrassed about?”


Kimberly barks out a laugh that holds no humor, “What? Trini, I’m not embarrassed at all. What just happened…Trini, it was amazing. I don’t have any regrets. I…do you regret it?”

Trini furrows her brow as she tries to process Kimberly’s words; she wasn’t ashamed, she wasn’t embarrassed. She was happy with what happened, she was actually content. The surprise explodes in the form of a sob, and Kimberly is curled around her before Trini can even consider falling into her embrace.

“I’m not embarrassed. I’m so lucky that I have you, Trini. I’m so happy to have this with you.” Kimberly whispers as she presses a kiss to Trini’s head. “I’ll say it a thousand more times if you need me to. There is nothing wrong with what we’re doing, okay?”

And Trini finally starts to believe it.


Telling the boys is one of the best moments in Trini’s life. They’re all like excited puppies as they throw out questions and wrap the girls in hugs. Last night, after their afternoon at the lake, Kimberly had tilted Trini’s chin up and kissed her right there on her front porch. It was after that, that Trini gathered all the bad things in her head and tossed them away; it was in that moment that the fear left her and she had asked a beaming Kimberly to be her girlfriend.

“I’m happy for you guys.” Jason laughs as he once again twirls Kimberly around. “You guys are so cute. I’m really glad Kim will leave me alone about how cute you are, Trini.”

Trini giggles from her place curled in Billy’s hug. Eventually, Billy steps away and scurries off to Kimberly who releases Zack and gives him a nod. Trini scoots off to her best friend and Zack wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her fully off the ground; she can almost feel how proud he is as he squeezes her tight enough to almost shatter her ribcage.

“You did it, crazy girl.” Zack whispers in her ear. “Now, take every word that anyone has told you and tell them to fuck off. Don’t doubt your happiness for a second, alright? You’ve got it all now.”

Trini nods through her tears, “I’m gonna be alright?”

“Better than alright.”

“Hey, give me my girlfriend back!”

Zack laughs and sets Trini back on her feet and Trini can feel him watching her as she sinks off into Kimberly’s arms. Her head rests in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck as she watches her boys hoot and holler in excitement. This, she figures, is what a real family must feel like.


“So, date night?” Zack teases as he approaches Trini and gives her a strong nudge. “You seemed all too content when you texted me last night.”

“First of all, all I said was fuck off,” Trini snorts as she slams her locker shut and leans against it. “But, if you must know, we had an amazing time.”

“Are we talking about a very special date night?” Jason demands as he approaches with Billy at his side. “Kim wouldn’t stop gushing about it all period, I heard you actually wore pink.”

“I’m not saying a thing.” Trini chirps.

“Saying a thing about what?” Kimberly asks as she approaches, and her smile widens as she sees Trini. “Are we talking about a certain something that happened last night?”

“Possibly.” Trini smirks.

Kimberly looks at Trini with so much devotion and promise that it causes their friends to startle. The five of them know that they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, and the boys can see that Trini and Kimberly have apparently found their safety in each other. Jason smiles softly at the thought, all he wants is for his team to be happy.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the little lesbian and her group of losers.”

The five stiffen at the familiar nasally voice, and they turn with reluctance to watch as Amanda and her group crowd them. Just like that, the hallway goes quiet as everyone zeroes in on the drama that is about to take place; all is silent as the groups stare each other down until Zack gives a protective growl.

“Walk away, Amanda.” Zack orders.

“Fuck off, trailer trash.” Amanda sneers, and Zack immediately recoils while his team tenses. “Jason, Kim. I know you’ve fallen pretty low on the social ladder, but this is just pathetic. Really, Kim? You’re going to associate yourself with a dyke?”

“What is wrong with you?” Jason snarls as he takes a step forward only for Ty to slam a hand against his chest. “You guys need to walk away. Now.”

Amanda waves him off and focuses back on Trini, “Does Kimmy know how you perv on her? Does she know that you probably watch her change? Aw, do you have a crush on Kimberly?”


Trini speaks so softly that it breaks the team’s hearts. Before them, their fellow Ranger sinks into herself with a look of confusion and so much self-hatred; they can tell that every word Amanda tosses her way is just another memory being dragged up. And while the boys are angry, Kimberly is fuming; her chest heaves and her body glows with an unexplainable anger.

“Did we upset you?” Rebecca coos as she gives a pout. “Everyone in this school already knows what you are. It’s not it’s some giant secret.”

Kimberly swallows hard, “Leave her alone.”

Amanda flashes Kimberly a smirk, “It’s so cute that you’re all so ready to fight for this loser. How can you even stand to be around her, Kimberly? Doesn’t it just make your skin crawl knowing that she’s staring at you?”

Kimberly listens to the words that spew out of Amanda’s mouth. She takes them in, let’s them swim through her head and settle to repeat over and over. The blood in her veins boils as she turns her head to rub her lips together before her tongue flicks out to lick at the edge of her mouth; she has never wanted to hit someone so badly before.

Amanda and her group roar with laughter as they notice the displeasure on the group’s faces. With a giggle, Amanda tilts her head with a look of slight sympathy as Trini tightens her grasp on the straps of her backpack and pulls it tighter while her gaze drops to stare at the dirty floor.

“Guys,” Billy begins in a soft tone. “They’re not worth it.”

“Maybe she just needs a good fuck to straighten her out.” Amanda offers, and the laughter quickly grows in sound. “Any takers? Ty?”

Kimberly feels the fire erupt and before she can register what she’s doing her hand is sweeping hard across Amanda’s face. A loud crack echoes in the hallway as the laughs twist into gasps and phones are pulled out to record Kimberly grabbing Amanda by her jacket and spinning to slam her against the lockers.

“Oh shit.” Zach groans as he presses a closed fist to his mouth.

Billy shakes his head, “She clearly hand that coming.”

“I think you’re done now, right?” Kimberly growls as she tries to hold back the strength she know she has. “You’re not going to disrespect my girlfriend like that and just walk away without a reminder as to why you shouldn’t.”

“Girlfriend?” Amanda sneers.

“Yeah. That beautiful girl is mine.” Kimberly snarls. “Keep your mouth shut and stay the hell away from her, stay away from all my friends. If you want to come at me then do it directly, leave them out of it.”

“What is going on over here?”

Students scatter until Kimberly is left staring up at her glowering principal.


“Alright, alright!”

“Kimberly Ann Hart, we expect to meet this girl that you’re so convinced you need to be suspended for!”

“Alright, Mom! Jesus.”

Kimberly huffs as she stomps up the stairs and towards her room; after being suspended, Kimberly had to come home to a two hour lecture from her parents. It definitely was a buzzkill to the adrenaline of her day; she never really planned to start her week off getting suspended, but she knows she’d do it all over again if it meant protecting her little family.

As she slips into her room, Kimberly feels her heart flutter as she sees Trini sitting in the nook of her windowsill. For a moment, she stops to admire how beautiful Trini looks in her ratty old beanie and the dipping sun glowing down on her. With a soft sigh, Kimberly crosses the room and startles Trini from her thoughts as she presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hi.” Kimberly whispers.

Trini doesn’t speak, she just curls her arms around Kimberly and pulls her until they are both crammed in the window nook. They find a comfortable position eventually with Kimberly sitting between Trini’s legs and their feet tangled together; here, in Trini’s arms, Kimberly once again has no regrets for her actions.

“So, an entire week?” Trini frowns.

Kimberly shrugs, “Not too bad.”

“You got into a fight. You got suspended. I’m all for trouble but even I know that’s bad, Kim.” Trini snorts as she drops her head to press a kiss to Kimberly’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Defend your honor?” Kimberly frowns.

“Out yourself.” Trini corrects.

Kimberly falls silent for a beat before she turns her head so she can meet Trini’s nervous gaze, “Are you really talking about me or do you mean us?”

“Both.” Trini admits as her cheeks bleed through with a blush. “Now the whole school knows that we’re dating and…”

“And I don’t care. Trini, I’ve wanted this since the moment you tumbled down into that ravine with us.” Kimberly confesses before she pauses. “Were you ready to tell people? Fuck. Trin, did I overstep? I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Trini reaches out to press a hand to her mouth, “I’m not upset, just surprised. I’m not…used to this. You guys are the first people to not give a fuck about my sexuality, I just didn’t expect you to want to tell everyone at school.”

“Mm,” Kimberly hums against Trini’s hand before she pulls it away from her mouth and drops a kiss to her palm. “I’m proud to be with you, Trini. I’m proud of the fact that you want to be with me.”

Trini closes her hand into a fist, “Why?”

Kimberly shifts until she is kneeling in between Trini’s legs, “Because you are ridiculously smart. Because you swerve on the road to avoid animals and butterflies. Because you laugh at all of Zack’s jokes and you always know what to say to calm Billy down. Because you’re the first to step up and help Jason.”


“I’m not done.” Kim laughs as she presses her fingertips to Trini’s lips. “I’m proud to be with you because you’re proud of who you are. You’re beautiful, Trini. You are so beautiful. And the outside matches all the beauty on the inside.”

Trini swallows hard and slowly shakes her head, “I don’t deserve you.”

“I don’t deserve you either, babe. I don’t deserve any of what I have, to be honest.” Kimberly shrugs as she frames Trini’s face. “But I think that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

“You deserve the world, Kim.” Trini argues.

Kimberly smiles as she ducks her head to press their lips together, “I already have it right here in my arms.”

In that moment, Trini throws it all away. Every therapy session, every backhanded comment from her parents, every shove in the hallways at school, every word carved into her locker, just…everything. She throws it away and grasps onto her future, grasps onto Kimberly and readies herself for the rest of forever.

Concept 4:

Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”


“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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A/N: okay so I deleted the first psycho!luke because I didnt care for the story line so I made a new one. It’s kinda like Ceo!luke gone wrong. 


You felt exhausted staying in tis building all night finishing work that’s been put off for weeks. It was only you and your boss in the office tonight, besides the janitors and security. 

Skimming over the last of the document, you signed your initials on the bottom page bottom page placing it with the rest of the papers you’ve been signing for the past two hours. 

You walk over with the stack over the Mr. Hemmings office which was a couple doors down. You press your back against the glass pane doors stepping into his office. Mr. Hemmings was slouched in his lounge chair with heavy eyes, relaxed hair, and his black tie undone. 

“I’m done with this, you just have to approve.” setting the documents next to his computer. Mr Hemmings nods, leaning forward as he flips through the papers sighing at the amount of effort. 

You awkwardly stood watching him stand from his chair overlooking the grand view of the East side of L.A. from the top floor.  He shoves his hands into his pockets walking towards you, passing by you to leave. 

“I’ll see you Wednesday y/n.” running his fingers through the ends of your hair down to your lower back, nearly going down further but stopped. 

What you and Hemmings have is just mutual business partners. You barely knew him, he was a good boss. He kept everything strictly about business with you, but you knew it wasnt the case. Hemmings would go out of his way to be with you as much as possible.

“Goodnight Luke.” you whisper, walking opposite directions to your office. You organized a bit before leaving for the night. Bent over from under the desk you grab your purse, bumping back into Luke as you stood up he held your from behind making you nearly scream. 

“Sorry to scared you.” he snickers.

“I-didnt know you were here.” you stutter embarrassingly. “Is there something you need sir?” 

Luke hums resting his head on your shoulder, pepper kissing the side of your neck wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. You push away realizing what he was trying to do and how wrong this was to do this. “No-Luke.” 

He nearly moans, “Please, I need you. I always did.” 

You stood for a couple seconds shocked to what he just admitted, “We cant do this, ever.” 

Luke’s face flushed red in anger and embarrassment. “Why? Because it’s ‘unprofessional.’ ”he snaps.

“Because I’m already seeing someone!” 

The room fell quiet, Luke glanced down at the floor hiding his expression. You wanted to say something to him, anything to at least cheer him up.

“See you Wednesday y/n.” he mumbles walking back to his office he shuts the door staring at the amount of paper work that was on his desk.

Something was off about Luke when you came in, he was taking his anger out on everyone. If someone didnt do a simple thing right he would yell at them in front of everyone, threatening to fire them and he watched over everyone making sure they were doing their job. 

The room suddenly fell quiet as soon as Luke stomped in the break room while everyone was there eating lunch, people avoided his gaze in fear of getting yelled at again. He grabs his drink from the fridge glaring at you. “In my office, now.” you look around everyone else seeing if he was talking about you.

“You y/n, in my office.” he points out, coworkers gave a worried look, hoping it wasnt serious.

You follow behind Luke to his office letting you go in first, he slams the door shut causing you to wince and watching him closes the blinds from the glass windows so that no one could see into his space.

“Sir-I-” needing to explain but he interrupts telling you to be quiet. You mumble  ‘sorry’ as Mr. Hemmings walks towards you. His tall figure ghosting over you holding your side.

“Seriously-dont.” you push back, “Why am I here.”

“Because I need you and I wont take no for an answer.” he implies walking away from you to grab something from his desk.

“And you think I’m going to consider saying yes?” you scoff, crossing your arms.

He playfully rolls his eyes thinking of reasons, tapping at his desk. “Well for one, I’m more successful, richer than your boyfriend. Maybe even more handsome.”

“You really think I care about that?” laughing at his cockiness, his face burns red with his fist balled. “My answer is still no.” 

“Okay.” Luke taunted, “Fine. I’ll make you choose.” 

You watch Luke as he walks around his desk, leaning against it, causally fixing his suit. “I’ll give you an option. One, you break up with Logan and come live with me.” 

Your mouth fell open knowing Luke knows his name. “How-” 

“Two.” he interrupts. “ I kill Logan so you have to be with me. Or three, if you still dont want to be with me after I kill him. I will just kill you, or maybe take you in myself.” 

“I doubt you will do something like that.” you nod not believing any of this.

Luke shrugs reaching from behind him, “Have it your way.” placing a small silver handgun next to him. You immediately scream into your hands running for the door but Luke catches you, making you face him. The gun pointing right above your belly button he whispers in your ear, “Oh, and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I will kill you.” 

The gun clicks as his finger barely pulls on the trigger, “You have three days.” 

You begin crying and shaking thinking you were going to die. Luke puts away the gun in his side jean, wiping the tears away, kissing your cheek. 

“You should go back to work. Tell me when you decide.” He lets you out of his office innocently smiling as he holds the door. You hesitantly walk back to your desk, unable to comprehend anything.

A note sits on the computer keyboard. 

Three days

request for part two 

I was telling @krakendra that I don’t think elves should be exempt from having shitty vision, and that’s why I gave my elf glasses, and she said,

kendra: i am imagining the greatest glasses commercial ever though

kendra: “legolas what do your elf eyes see” “with the help of Lenscrafters, so much more!“

and i’m still laughing about it

Paper Hearts Pt. 2

Originally posted by fcktaekook

Part 1

Jungkook X Reader

Genre : Angst, Semi-smut

Summary : Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, soon becomes something you never thought possible : Distant…. All because the one he cared about most was oblivious towards his feelings.

A/N : I’m back again! To be honest I really didn’t think I would get this much notes on pt. 1, so I am very happy. And the comments I saw on pt. 1 made me very happy, as well. Especially LovelyRose18… THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT!!! That really made my day. Thank you for your support!!!

What you weren’t ready for was the sudden pang of sadness you felt deep in your stomach when you turned to your right and found a woman basically throwing herself onto a man. But not just any man.

The guy had dark brown hair, and he wore a black suit. His pink lips were parted, revealing what looked like bunny teeth, and his nose was unmistakably rounded at the tip.

You were quite close to the two, which allowed you to hear what the girl said next. “Jungkook, baby, maybe we could go over to that back room over there?” she asked as she lifted a hand to a room at the corner that was currently empty.


As the man turned to follow the girl’s finger, his dark orbs locked with yours, causing you fluttering heart to skip, not one beat, but multiple beats as your breath hitched in your throat.

The Maknae stiffened at the sight of you, and he cleared his throat while attempting to step in front of the desperate woman.

The eerie silence wavered in the air, and you were the one to break it as you inhaled as much oxygen as possible.

“Jungkook… W-what are you doing here?” you asked, attempting to sound as nonchalant as your body would allow you to. Did you succeed?

Hell no.

He didn’t look as enraged as you thought he would, but that didn’t mean that all his anger disintegrated completely.

“Y/N..” he breathed. “I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” His voice was cold and harsh, but you weren’t fooled. His posture slumped and his hands shook, indicating that he, too, was nervous about the situation.

You tried to muster up any strength and courage left in your stomach to answer his question, but failed miserably as you let out a defeated whimper.

Just then, Jinsoo snaked his slender arms around your waist, leaning into your ear. “C'mon, Y/N! Let’s get another drink,” he slurred as he pulled you close to his warm body.

Your frightened eyes settled on Jungkook’s now-stiff muscles as he snapped his head towards the drunk man beside you.

“Oh, who’s this?” Jinsoo questioned, completely oblivious to your shaking body.

“A boyfriend?” Jinsoo’s jealous words hit your ear as he turned his fiery gaze to the other male.

“N-No! Uh… He’s a close-” you began, but Jungkook raised a hand to halt your frantic words.

“She’s friends with some of my friends,” he answered dryly, turning his attention back to the drunk woman impatiently waiting behind him.

“Sorry I took so long, Jagi. Let’s go to my place.” “Sure thing. Can’t wait!” The woman replied, a little too giddy, as she looped her arm with Jungkook’s and popped out her chest proudly.

The couple waltzed out of the club, leaving you embarrassed and Jinsoo confused. However, Jinsoo didn’t take long to transform into his usual bubbly state as he stepped in front of you and grinned.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab a drink and I’ll be right back, okay?” He hollered, running towards the already crowded bar.

Not paying an ounce of attention to Jinsoo, you took a seat, rubbing your temples in attempt to soothe the aching in your head. Not only did it feel as if there was a rock bouncing on top of your brain, but your stomach clenched, the knot becoming tighter by the second, as bile made its way up your esophagus.

Why, just why, did you have to see Jungkook? Of course, luck wasn’t on your side, and you shouldn’t have been so surprised to see him here. He did visit this place whenever he needed a brake from his tiring job.

But what really surprised you was the sight of him rubbing his body against a complete stranger, getting ready to do the obvious at any given time.

You were mad; you couldn’t deny that. Who wouldn’t be pissed after witnessing your best friend do the nasty with some girl in a club - who could have HIV, too - that he most likely only knew for a couple of hours… If even that long?

Your mouth filled with bile as you felt your previous drinks make its way up your throat. Sprinting towards the outdoors as fast as possible, you yank the door open and kneel down on the grass as you empty the contents of your stomach.

Your stomach clenched one last time before finally relaxing. You took a seat on the cold grass, hugging your knees, as you rocked back and forth. You felt much better. Well, all except for the sour taste that remained in your mouth, stinging the back of your sore throat.

Fatigue drowned out your thoughts, your eyelids becoming heavier by the second. Jinsoo was very kind to you this evening, but you just met him, so abandoning him didn’t seem like such a bad idea. After all, falling asleep on the grass didn’t seem like such a smart idea, especially in an area like this, where people walked around with guns and knives strapped to their waist.

Darting up from the ground, you sigh and walk in the direction of your home. Your heels were almost fully covered in the three-inch snow, and you admired the white sparkle it revealed when you moved.

The coolness of the snow traveled from your feet to your spine, causing you to shiver. Just as you were about to turn a corner, you heard what sounded like kissing noises and moans on the other side of the building.

Being the nosy person you are, you popped your head out and observed the love scene that took place. You couldn’t tell who the two lovers were, but you could tell that they were enjoying themselves.

The woman’s back was against the brick wall of the building, her hair falling haphazardly over her face as she wrapped her slim legs around her companion’s waist. The man’s hands were on either side of her head as he began to grind into her center.

Shameless moans fell from her swollen lips as she toyed with the male’s dark brown hair. “Jagi, I don’t think we’ll make it to your house,” she whimpered. “I think we might just have to do it in the car.”

You internally cringed at the way her voice sounded like people croak as you began to walk away from the scene.

“W-what?! Jungkook, what’s wrong?” The woman’s words halted your actions as you whirled around to take your previous place behind the wall.

This time, the woman had no one hovering over her, and she looked as if she’d been hit by a bus.

Her ebony mascara fell onto her pale cheeks as tears stained her face, her hands coming up to wipe away the mess, but only to create an even bigger one.

The male you once saw grinding on the woman was now taking slow steps away from her. His face was no longer concealed from your view, and you inhaled a sharp breath of cold air, the oxygen stinging your lungs.

His blue contacts shimmered in the moonlight, making it look as if he was an angel from the heavens. But at that moment, he was anything but a holy angel. To you, he reminded you of a deceiving angel, the ones Satan breeds in Hell.

It was pretty wrong of you to be thinking these things when you were the cause of his ignoring you, but the way he treated you tonight made up for everything.

“Jeon Jungkook… Why? I bet it’s because of that little slut you saw earlier,” the sobbing woman groaned. At this, Jungkook’s eyes widened as his moistened lips quivered.

“Don’t talk about her like that, you bitch! You’re the real slut! I don’t know what I was thinking when I picked up your desperate and needy ass of the road,” he screamed as he marched in your direction.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s coming, Y/N. Do something!

Your body was frozen in place and you cursed yourself for your stupidity. The Maknae made his way to the corner of the building, exactly where you were. The light crunching sound of his feet sinking into the snow gradually became louder, and it soon stopped altogether.

You tore your enlarged eyes from the ground, bringing them up to the opposite’s face, as you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. “Jungkook, I… I’m so sorry, I never meant to eavesdrop on your conversation! I’m so so sorry!” You breathed frantically. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to make my way back home!”

There was a hint of amusement in Jungkook’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant. There was no reply from him, but only a stiff nod, as he passed you and made his way towards his car.

You weren’t going to be left hanging there again like the last time. Turning on your heel, you yell your best friend’s name, sighing in relief when his feet stopped.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry for what I said earlier today. I… I think I may have feelings for you, as well,” he admit. You had been feeling this for a while, but you ignored it, believing that it was a friendship love.

You were very overprotective of him whenever someone made an insult, even if it was a joke, and you always fed and cuddled with him whenever he was having a tough time. But of course, that meant nothing to you because he did the same to you, which caused you to believe that it was what best friends did.

A bitter laugh escaped Jungkook’s mouth as he turned to face you. “Did you just say that so the guilt can come off of your shoulders? Do you even mean it?” He asked, hurt and sorrow in his once strong voice.

You were taken aback by his cold words, but kept your strong demeanor. Now was not the time to look defeated. That would just give him a reason to walk away.

Moistening your lips, you reach a hand towards Jungkook’s warm, muscular arm, a typical method you used in order to calm him down. “N-no, Kookie,” you coo. “I’m sorry, I really am stupid. You have every right to be angry with me-” you started, but was cut off by the bitter laugh he exhaled.

“So if that’s true, then why am I still here… Listening to you babble about something you’ve never experienced?” He ran his free hand through his shiny, coffee colored hair and then shook his head in disapproval. His soft locks flew into the air, but soon landed haphazardly onto his forehead, making him transform from a stiff man to a vulnerable bunny-toothed baby.

Your chest bloomed with an energy you’ve never felt before as it traveled to your fingertips, causing you to flinch away from his touch. “Jungkook, please. Hear me out, I listened to you earlier,” you pleaded, desperation and fatigue in your whining voice.

The boy’s silence hinted you to continue with your (rather poor) explanation.

“I.. I know what I said was so.. So sudden, but I’ve been feeling this for a while. I just thought it was like a friendly love. Not an intimate love, but I was wrong,” you breathed quickly, not wanting to spend the whole night confessing in front of a run down building, and in the freezing cold with no jacket over your shoulders…

“Seeing you with that stranger just aided me in finding out my true feelings, and my feelings are the same as yours, Jungkook. I-I think I’m in love with you, too, Kookie.”

A huge weight instantaneously lifted itself off of your tired shoulders, and you felt less stressed and anxious when you met Jungkook’s innocent orbs. You spotted no cold, hard hate in his eyes, which meant your speech hit a serious soft spot in his chest.

“Y/N…” He groaned.

“I… I don’t know what to do or say right now. But I do know that I would still like to take a break from you, for my benefit. Things just can’t go back to how they once were!”

At his words, not only stress piled itself onto your chest, but also pain, sorrow, and fear accompanied the rest of your depressed emotions. You thought you were safe from the dark side of life, but fate played you…. It played you real good.

Your bottom lip began to quiver of its own accord, tears stinging your reddened eyes, as you blinked furiously in a failed attempt to see through the blurryness. “Sorry for interrupting your lovely evening, Stranger. Tell the others I said hello,” you sob as the drops of saltwater you produced finally spilled onto the apples of your cheeks.

Seeing you cry was a scene Jungkook could never handle. But seeing you cry because of him was even worse. Guilt stung his lungs, his breath hitching in his throat as he furrowed his eyebrows. He was utterly confused… He had no idea what to do when you confessed, so avoiding you was the easiest, most sensible way out. To him, at least.

If you ever called one of his hyungs, especially Jin, he knew he would be lectured until his life ended for his foolish and spontaneous actions. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were the ones who would lecture him even when he was already dead. They’d haunt his grave, then harass his soul when all he would try to do was live in peace.

Those three hyungs had a real soft spot for women’s emotions, especially yours. He could already see Seokjin pointing an accusing finger in his direction as he screamed at the boy.

‘What the fuck, Jungkook?!’ He’d say. ‘I thought you loved her… This isn’t what love fucking looks like! Go calm ignorant your ass down and think about Y/N’s emotions, for once!’ Then, Jin would drive his index finger into the Maknae’s chest as he continued with his endless banter.

‘I can’t believe you. I mean, I know you’re pissed about all of this, but she confessed! What do you want her to do, bow down and kiss the dirt?! I. Am. Disappointed. Hella disappointed,’ he’d deadpan, then he’d walk away with a smug look plastered over his usually calm face.

And if that happened, what would Jungkook do? He’d throw himself down on his bed and beat himself up over what a complete retard he had been to you.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Not today..

Peering up at your shaking figure, Jungkook locked his eyes with yours, opening his mouth to let out something… Anything.

‘Too bad,’ fate laughed. ‘You can’t say shit, because I won’t let you!’

Jungkook stood there like an idiot, opening and closing his mouth like a fish under water. After mustering up enough courage (and sanity), he inhaled a deep breaths that stung his lungs, helping him to concentrate on what he wanted to say to you.

“Y/N, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t-” he started, but you held a hand in his face, halting whatever he was going to stutter out next. “Have a nice day, Jungkook,” you deadpan, turning on your heel as you began your journey towards your apartment. “Don’t forget to say hi to the others!” You call back in a mocking tone, never turning your head to look at the Maknae.

Once you entered the warmth of your welcoming apartment, you threw your bag down on the coffee table and headed for your room. Stripping off your rather tight dress, you throw on your night clothes. Your next tear get was your freezer, which held the food you needed most whenever you were sad.

Grabbing a tube of vanilla ice cream, you pull out a spoon and dive onto the nearby couch, turning on your smart TV and opening Netflix.

This was normal for you, as ice cream and Netflix was your go-to when you had no one to talk to about your problems. Did you do this often? No. You had Jungkook… Had.

But now the bright, bubbly boy was out of your hellish life completely, leaving you with pixels that blurred your vision and sugar that clogged your arteries as your only comfort. Damn, you messed up big.

He was most likely chocking some random girl with his tongue right now, as you sulked and ate unhealthy at will.

By the time you completed two rom-coms - which never even had you laughing in the first place - tissues formed a mini wall around you, moist from snot and tears. An empty box of Kleenex lay on the coffee table, looking as dull and hopeless as you felt.

You shouldn’t be crying this much, but you lived Jungkook so much, it was as if someone had snapped your neck, but you never died, causing you to have to live with the unbearable pain. The pain never came to an end, even when you attempted to fall into a deep sleep, which ended up being a long suffering.

Tossing and turning on your fluffy mattress, you even flipped your pillow into its cool side, believing that it would aid you in gaining some type of rest. Nope, not today…

You slowly opened your heavy eyelids, squinting them as the bright light from the sun attacked your pupils. Huh.. You had gotten some sleep, maybe two to three hours, but it was still sleep.

No school and no work meant no reason to part from the relaxing heat of your down comforters. Snuggling into your sheets, you close your eyes once more, oblivious to the sound of knuckles tapping against your front door.

The visitor had to call your name in order for you to snap out of your trance. “Y/N!” The voice called. “Open up, I need to talk with you!”

Well, it definitely wasn’t Seoyeon or any of your other female friends.

And it definitely wasn’t Jungkook.

If it wasn’t who you were looking for, no need to sacrifice your comfort for some needy stalker.

Your room door was pushed open with a bang, as two familiar male idols stood in your view. The one on the left had burgundy colored hair, still messy from him rolling in his sheets. Th one on the right, however, had coffee colored hair.

“Jin… Taehyung..?“ You were utterly confused. First, why were they here? And second, how the hell did they even get into your house? The silent question wavered in the air, no one bothering to speak up. Soon, Jin was the one who had to break the awkward silence with a clearing of his throat.

“Hello, Y/N,” he began. “Uh, we kind of… Borrowed Jungkook’s key to see you. I haven’t heard or seen you in a while. Tae and I were really worried.” So they used theft to see me…? Seemed like something they’d do, anyways.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! You look like you’ve been run over by a bus!” Taehyung gasped, rushing over to your side of the bed. “What happened?!” Brushing the stray hairs out of your face, the older plopped himself next to you, kicking off his shoes while doing so.

Seokjin placed the stolen key chain on your dresser as he, too, strolled over to you. “I’m fine”, you lie, your voice cracking from your sleepiness.

Jin then pushed his head in your face, his nose brushing against yours, as he inhaled sharply. Fluttering his eyelids shut, he shook his head in disagreement, his red hair flying from the movement, as he finally backed away from you.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked in a rather calm and soft tone. Opening his eyes to look at your startled face, he sighed, the answer quite clear although you said nothing. Taehyung pushed his face into yours, his lips almost brushing against your own, as he also smelled your breath.

“Y/N! Don’t do that,” he cried. “I don’t want my friend to die from loss of brain cells.” He paused for a minute, horror plastered onto his handsome features, as he held you hostage with his strong, muscular arms.

“Or worse, I don’t want you to get into a car accident, or for someone to rape you when you least expect it!” Screaming as if he was being stabbed, Taehyung shook his head wildly and clutched onto you tighter, nearly cutting off the circulation in your arms.

“Y/N, you don’t usually do things like this. What’s wrong?” Jin questioned as he, too, sat down on your mattress. “I… I don’t want to talk about it, Seokjin. It’s all my fault anyways, so there’s no need to get others involved in the shit I created for myself,” you groan, shielding yourself from the two men’s view with your sheets.

The immediate understanding of the situation clicked in the older’s mind as he stood up and walked towards the hallway. Turning to face you, Jin held out his hand, smiling warmly. “Y/N, can I talk to you? In private?”

Taehyung, who was a bit slower when it comes to situations like these, eyed Seokjin with a blank expression, but soon nodded for you to follow the boy standing by the doorway. You rolled out of the warm cloth and dragged yourself over to Jin’s side. He held your hand, pulling you towards the nearby living room, and sat the both of you down as he crossed his long, slender legs.

“Y/N…” He began, hesitation lingering in his deep voice. He gulped, the movement of his Adam’s Apple catching your eye. “Jungkook has been pretty out if it these days. Please don’t tell me you’ve been in an argument.” Rubbing desperate circles on your palm, Jin sat back in his seat, slumping his broad shoulders.

Nodding your head, you also sit back in your chair, mustering up the right words to explain what happened. “I… We got into an argument yesterday. Jungkook expressed his feelings for me, but got pissed because I was too stupid to figure it out myself,” you breathe.

“He left after punching the mirror in my bedroom, but I spotted him getting ready to fuck a random girl at the club close by.” Lacing his fingers with yours, Jin furrowed his brows as he cursed under his breath. “I knew something was up. He’s been acting so on edge today. He didn’t even come out of his room. His breakfast is still waiting on the kitchen table, probably no good by now,” he groaned.

His glossy coffee colored eyes met yours, anger and pain swimming in them. “I’m so sorry, honey. I’d slap the life out of Jungkook if I could.” His free hand rubbed your arm as you leaned your head on his strong shoulder. He was so comforting, like everything would go back to normal within seconds. But both of you knew that wasn’t possible.

Jungkook was brutal whenever it came to someone toying with his emotions. Even if it wasn’t intentional.

Within minutes, tears began to prick your eyes, and you clutched onto Jin as you started to cry. “Why me? Why. Fucking. Me?!” You scream, causing Seokjin to flinch at the sudden outburst. “Y/N, we can stay the night if you’d like, so you won’t have to be alone,” he offered.

Just then, Taehyung rushed down the hall, panic in his voice. “What wrong?” He asked, his hands shaking. Jin lifted the hand that rested on your arm as he waved the younger boy off. “Nothing, Y/N’s just going through a tough time right now. Here,” he instructed. “Take the key and go back home. Don’t wait up for me, I probably won’t return until tomorrow.”

Giving his hyung a stiff nod, Taehyung grabbed the dangling key from Jin’s hand and exited the now silent home. “You know, Y/N, people have lots of problems. We all have hard times,” Seokjin cooed. Letting out a bitter laugh, you pat his shoulder. “I know, but I’m sure even you haven’t experienced this kind of shit. It’s pretty fucked up, you know.”

“Wrong,” he dead panned. “There’s this girl I like… We’re really close, but not as close as she is with this other guy. To keep the peace, I never told her my feelings. Nor did I express it to anyone else.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest at the new information, but disbelief soon replaced the relaxing feeling. “She’ll notice you soon enough, Eomma. I think you should tell her how you feel. You’re a handsome, caring guy. And your cooking is to die for!” You encourage him. “If she says no, then she’s blind… So god damn blind.”

Running a hand through his delicate strands, Seokjin pulled you closer to his side, your shoulder brushing against his own. “Y/N, I’d like to take you somewhere later on today. You know, to help get your mind off of your problems,” he grinned. “It’s a very special place to me, so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I will.”

“Hurry up in there! By the time you come out, I’ll be 30!” An impatient Seokjin teased as he banged on your bedroom door. He’d went to the dorms, changed and returned to your house, but you still weren’t even halfway done.

“Hush, I’m coming!” You groan as you apply a layer of foundation to your face. Finishing your look with a light pink lip gloss, you grasp the shiny brass doorknob and open it to find Jin, your ebony heels in his large hands.

“Wow. You look beautiful,” he gasped. Kneeling down, the well dressed male slipped your feet into the shoes. He wore a dark grey suit with a pink shirt, as well as a black tie to compliment his look. “Ready to go?” He breathed, standing up from his previous position. His red hair was brushed over his forehead, and the apples of his cheeks raised as his lips formed into a bright smile.

Just when you were about to nod your head, you heard a banging sound in the living room area, followed by a deep grunt. Your head snapped in the direction of the hallway, you neck aching from the sudden movement.

“Y/N!” The man screamed. “Where the fuck are you going with Seokjin?! You should be studying for your goddamn classes!” Your mind instantaneously traveled to the scene where Jungkook slammed his bare fist into your mirror. There was no question about who was causing all this commotion. You and Jin already knew the answer.

Brushing past a startled Jin, you jog down the hallway and turn a corner to enter the living area. “Jungkook…” You groan. “W-what are you doing here? How did you even get here? Jin has the key!” Eyeing you as if you were an idiot, the Maknae pointed to the spare key on the coffee table.

“Wow, babe. You really forgot about the shit we shared?!” Surprise bubbled inside of your chest at the new “nickname” he’d given you, spreading to every limb in your body. “Baby, I’m sorry for last night, okay? I fucking miss you, and I can’t stand being without you, Y/N,” he whimpered.

“Should’ve thought about that when you shoved your dick up some girl,” you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fuck, this is all because if that ass, Jin! If it wasn’t for him, you’d believe me!” He screamed, the smell of beer lingering in the air between the two of you.

Marching down the hall and into your bedroom, Jungkook slammed the door behind him. Followed by the rather vulgar action was the sound of shattering glass, and a scream that belong to none other than…

Kim Seokjin.

anonymous asked:

im not sure how i found your blog but it is now my favorite, all this jikook content is saving my life i feel so blessed 🙏 if you don't mind me asking, what are your favorite jikook moments?

Awww…your making me blush you cute anon, staph it!!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

But nice to hear that you like my weird trashy blog, feel free to stay as long as you like fam ;)But back to your ask on my favourite Kookmin/Jikook moments?…dear god I’m having so many war flashbacks right now of all the Jikook moments that those dorks have blessed and also made us suffer with. Where do I even begin?!?! Guess I have to try so you can watch me go and fail to make an essay on the couple that reduced me into a mess of tears. But before I start I have to say to everyone else who might read this, that these are only my personal observations and opinions on the dynamics of these two so if you don’t like it or don’t agree with me then please do not read. :)

So anyway first I have to start with the legendary Jikook V-Live… they high key just flirted through the whole thing, the minute Jungkook came running in with his unfinished lunch at his hands. After that they just stared deeply into each others eyes,  forgot the meaning of personal space and said things like…

Yeah they said things like that, I kid you not and also did you hear the sounds of me suffering jungkook?! Because thats what I was legit doing while bearing witness to this V Live! And his voice lowered a couple of noches when he said it and then the tension dropped harder than my sanity after that. Dear god Jungkook has no chill. Please go watch it if you have not, it’s art. Now to the next thing the back hugs. Jikook being the legendary back hug couple I just have to share with you a couple of those moments. Like this when…

Originally posted by gayjikookadi

…they where taking a group photo and Jungkook? Well he seemed to just straight up ignore that, deciding to focus on hugging Jimin instead. He even closed his eyes while doing it!! I repeat he closed his eyes!! It felt like I was intriguing on something since Jungkook looked so at peace like as if Jimin was his safe haven in the middle of all that noice and flashing lights…And yes I cried when I saw it, how could I have not. And now onto this…

Originally posted by jungkookflirting

….Back hug which happened somewhere after Namjoon and Jimin had their little wedding moment during a fanmeet. Not saying that there is a connection, but also not saying that there isn’t one. So as on cue let us move on to the legendary topic of Jeonlous. It being one of my greatest aesthetics I just have to include it in this. I mean Nochu has so many notp’s these days that, I firmly believe them to be the sole reason why he probably lives in the gym like his life depends on it. Like the wise satellite-jeon once said Nochu is out there lifting to win.  

Here are some great examples of the struggles of Jeonlous…

Jungkook: *sees JoonMin standing close to each other* Gotta go and separate that shit. If I could have a dollar every time Jungkook went between these two I’d be swimming in money…aaand onto the next one.

Now this had me weak I mean Jungkook just straight up pushed J-Hope away from Jimin while trying to gain Jimins attention. He also did the same thing to Jin in one of the latest V live’s, when he tried to just look over Jimin shoulder and Jungkook was like nope. This boi is struggling to keep his chill.

I have so many many more Jeonlous moments like these but this will become way too long if I try to add them all in. But what I will have to add in is him doing that tongue thing he does when ever Jimin is concerned. Because he does it so often that it can’t be coincidental anymore. I mean once is accident, twice is coincidence but three times is pattern.

Originally posted by satellite-jeon

I have a whole folder full of him doing that, and if you ask why I have it…well its for science okay….*sweats nervously*. Let’s move onto the last and my most favourite moments…them trying their best to make each other laugh or smile. And I don’t think these moments even need an explanation on why they are so precious to me, because they pretty much explain themselves.

Now there are many more moments that I would like to talk about, but as i said before this will become way too long and also I need to go to sleep since it’s 04:46 am where I’m at. Meaning that this would start going downhill and fast from here if I continued and I want to keep this pg. level while my brain still allows it :D Hope that this very, very bad and messy answer in someways met your standards anon and thank you again for sending me that ask!

Btw since some of the gifs are from my save folder, because for the life of it Tumblr would not find me the ones I needed so please tell me if you know the names of the ones who made those gifs so I can credit them properly :)


*Requested* Hey can you do a imagine where the reader is Klaus girlfriend but even Lucien likes her and he kidnaps her.

( Oh dear Lucien what did you get yourself into again? ;) Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader, Lucien

Story Title: “Shanghaied..Again”

Warnings: Minor Season 3 spoilers

Word count: 1036

Your name: submit What is this?

Lucien: “Rise and shine!”

A familiar voice wakes you from your slumber, your sight blurry, your hands tied to a chair and your head pounding. You blink a few times before you raise your head, your eyes focusing on the dark haired man bending over in front of you; Lucien Castle. Fantastic.

You groan and roll your eyes at him which makes him smile.

Y/N: “Wipe that cocky grin off your face.”

Lucien: “Oh, but it works wonders with the ladies! I flash this magical smile and they are done for. Works each time. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He smiles as genuine as he possibly can, and you would have believed him, if you would not be aware of the vicious snake lingering beneath his disguise.

Y/N: “Jesus. Could you be more vain? All I want to do if I see that “magical” grin of yours is punch it into oblivion”

Lucien chuckles and squats down.

Lucien: “You are not scared at all, are you?”

Y/N: “Why should I? This is not the first time I got shanghaied you know. Besides, you don´t scare me. If you´d intended to kill me, I’d be dead by now. So the question is, why am I really here?”

His eyes travel over you for a second, stopping at your eyes.

Lucien:  “Huh. Now I see why Nik is so taken with you, Y/N. You’re smart, strong and extraordinarily beautiful. A rare combination.”

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Different Opinions

A/N : Hey I am so sorry for the delay. I have been really sick and catching up on work has been utter hell. Anyway i really enjoyed righting this fic and hopefully you will like it to. It is way longer than intended. Also, I am willing to write smut the ask just didn’t request it so i decided to leave it out. If you want some smut or smutty sequels to any of my works just let me know in the asks boxes and I will get right on that.

Title : Different Opinions

Rating: teen (bordering mature)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Plus Sized Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, body insecurites, making out,  references to sex

WordCount: 2158


*Readers POV*

‘Wow she was really skinny. Like, REALLY skinny.’ I thought as I smiled at the girl in front of me. I tried not to think about my weight a lot but there were moments like these where it was hard for me to ignore. I work as a stage hand on the Hamilton cast set and a lot of people were back stage. Daveed had come by with the date he had brought to watch him perform and asked if I could keep her company while he greeted fans and celebrities. I said yes without really thinking. Just like that I was stuck practically babysitting my crushes date. Damn it. She was still talking as I just continued nodding my head and making coffee for Lin. Daveed had left 15 minutes ago and this girls just could not seem to shut up. Right now she is currently talking about her work out routine before I heard one sentence stick out.

“Maybe you should try it. It’s a great fat burning workout.” She said continuing on in her chipper voice.

“Yeah maybe I should try it.” I said trying to match her enthusiasm. I was trying to look for a new workout or diet but they never seemed to work. God I felt fat standing next to this girl. I have a tendency to compare myself to other people and this girl was no exception. She was a slim fit beauty with beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“OMGGGG we should work out together. I have been looking for a gym buddy.” She squealed and handed me her phone to put my number in. I really didn’t want this girl to have my number in fear that she would continuously call me and ramble like she had been.

“Actually, Y/N has to finish the coffee and take it around to the cast.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I turned around and smiled at Lin who was speaking to the blonde behind me. What was her name again?

“Oh yeah sorry. I was just saying …” She continued on and Lin looked at me like she had lost her mind. I just sent him a small sad smile and went back to making the coffee. I almost tipped over a cup trying to hold in my laughter because Lin was delicately trying to extract himself from the conversation and failing miserably. I finally took pity on him and stepped in.

“Hey do you want to help me take the coffee to the cast. I need some help and I want to hear more about your special workout.” I said raising the pitch of my voice and putting an extremely fake smile on my face. She bought it. Lin looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“Omg yes of course. So it’s so important to stretch first, so I will do this stretch with my leg where I . . .” She started up again and picked up two of the coffees as she focused her attention fully on me. I gave her my fake smile and nodded along with whatever she was saying. I turned and handed Lin his coffee. He gave me a grateful and pitying look as he took it from my hand. I turned and began walking to Anthony’s dressing room with the blonde following behind me going on about the importance of free weights. It was going to be a long night.

*Daveed’s Pov*

“She was a nightmare Diggs.” Oak laughed at me. I smiled laughed and rolled my eyes at him. “I am serious man you should apologize to Y/N she was a pro at handling her.” He turned to look at Y/N sitting next to him. “How did you handle her for a whole hour? I had a headache after the five minutes it took for you hand me my coffee.”

“I just blocked her out most of the time. She wants me to go with the gym with her. Like I need to go to the gym and lose some weight but I really don’t need that blonde with me.” Y/N laughed.  I smiled but was slightly confused. She didn’t need to lose weight. “However, I can’t say she was a nightmare. She was gorgeous.”

“So she was still a nightmare, a pretty nightmare.” Oak laughed as he slung his arm around the back of the coach and started playing with Y/N’s hair. I felt a little jealous of the closeness but brushed it off just like any other time.

“A gorgeous nightmare.” Y/N corrected. “And I hate to say it but that’s called a girlfriend Oaky.” Oak groaned and dropped his head back on the coach mumbling something about staying single forever

“You’re gorgeous and you’re not a nightmare.” I said with a smirk. Her cheeks flushed. Nailed it.

“Maybe that’s why I am not a girlfriend to anyone then. I mean why would anyone choose me when they could have a petite bombshell like her.” Y/N laughed. “Anyway I got to go check on how the costume department is coming along with some of its repairs.” She stood up and walked out of the room as Oak called after her saying that she should come back as soon as possible. Almost everyone was in the break room at this point and I moved to pull out my phone.

“Is nobody going to comment on the train wreck that was Daveed trying to be smooth?” Anthony said loudly as he looked up from his phone with a smirk.

“I know and then the flat out rejection. That had to hurt Diggs.” Jasmine laughed from across the room.

“She was soooooo wrong about everything,” I said.

“How? I mean she was right the girl you brought was gorgeous and petite that seems to be your type man.” Lin replied to me as he sat down on the arm rest next to me and sipped at his coffee.

“Because she is the most amazing girl I know. She has no right to talk about herself like that. I would have preferred her being my date last night.” I mumbled as my cheeks flushed.

Oak looked over at me shocked. “Oh my God that’s why you were glaring at me when I put my arm around her. Damn man.”I groaned.

“Don’t turn this into a thing guys.”

“OHHHHH we are so going to make it a thing.” Jasmine smiled as she pranced out of the room.

*Readers POV*

“I got your magenta jacket Daveed!” I called as I knocked on the door. I heard a muffled ‘come in’ and walked in to find Rafa sitting on the coach.

“Daveed ran out to get food but he should be back in a bit.” He said and looked up from his phone and proceeded to glance at me up and down before grinning. “Though I got to admit it might be fun to have you to myself for a while.” I flushed crimson and decided not to reply as I walked across the room and reached up to hang the coat. I had worn my shortest pair of shorts today since it was getting warm in the city. I had also worn a black tank top with the plan to wear a shirt over it before realizing I need to do laundry. I felt to chubby for my outfit but really had no choice but to leave the house or risk being late. “You just going to stop talking to me baby? I thought we were friends.” I heard him pout behind. I let out chuckle.

“Yeah we are friends Rafa. How ya been?” I asked while turning around. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he patted the coach with enthusiasm for me to sit. As soon as I sat down he launched into stories of his newest recordings and how he had started working out even more to buff him up for performances. I nodded along. I didn’t mind his continuous talking unlike the blonde I had to babysit.

“That’s awesome Rafa. I am glad everything has been going well.” He nodded his head enthusiastically

“So what have you been up to? You know, besides keeping my main bro on top of his game.” He asked.

“I have been busy running around the theater like all the time. I am actually trying this new diet too. It really sucks but it’s got to happen you know?” I replied

“Why do you need a diet?”

“Come one Rafa I hate my weight and you can’t act like you haven’t noticed that all the girls in the show are skinnier than me.” I huffed. I was kind of annoyed. I knew I was a different weight than most of the people who worked on set. I would of killed for Renee’s waist and Jasmines thighs.

“You aren’t fat if that what your trying to say Y/N.”


“No, he is fucking right Y/N.” I heard a voice growl from the doorway before looking up to find Daveed with two bags of food in his hand. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess some people just have different opinions.” I supplied while I stood up moved around the Daveed. I was half way out the door when I remembered my reason for coming to the room. “Oh and I got your fixed coat on the rack for you.”

“GODAMMIT LIN YOU CAN NOT HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT!!!” I heard Anthony shout down the hall.

“DAMN RIGHT I DO!!!!” Lin screamed back.

“What are they fighting about?” I asked Jasmine as I ducked under a flying pillow.

“Which star wars movie is better?” she replied before slipping into her room to avoid yet another flying pillow.

I began laughing as I dodged my way through with a cup of coffee for Jonathan before quickly realizing I would not make it through the war zone without spilling it. I quickly ducked into a random dressing room as my only option. It was after the show so most people were packing up or hanging around with each other. I turned around a realized it was Daveed’s room and he was still packing up. When he looked up he saw me and smiled.

“There is all out war going on in the hallway. Do you mind if I wait for a cease fire in here?” I laughed with a huff and held up the steaming hot beverage.

“Sure set the caffine down and rest a while.”

“I feel like a glorified intern running around with coffee everywhere. Though the running is probably good for me.”

“Nah its important to be lazy. Set standards low.”

I laughed and looked up at him with a smile as I sat on the coach and pulled out my phone. After a few minutes I felt a shift in the coach and looked up to find Daveed sitting with one leg up on the coach facing me. I smiled at him and received a smile back. “Do you always look this beautiful or just today? Got to admit, I am liking the shorts.” he said poking my thigh a little. I rolled my eyes at him quite deliberately and went back to typing on my phone. Suddenly a hand pushed the phone out of my hand and on to the floor. A hand was placed on my upper thigh and I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. Startled, I looked to the side and saw Daveed was a lot closer than expected, like presidential election polls close.

“D-Daveed-” I barley stuttered out before his lips were on mine and I was shifting further into his arms. His grip tighten on my thigh as I trailed my tongue across his lower lip. My hands moved to curl into his hair and pull slightly. He growled into the kiss and forced my lips open to explore my mouth. I moaned into his mouth before he pull off breathing heavily and grabbed the back of my head, pulling it to the side so he could bury his face in my neck to lick and suck at the skin.

“I really hate when you do that.” He mumbled while he continued his ministrations. “I hate when you act like my comments are anything but genuine.” He started trailing his hand up and down my thigh. “Tonight with your permission I am going to run my hands over your body and show you just how much I love every single inch of it.” He brought his head up and looked in my eyes seeking my permission. I nodded my head slightly blown away and immediately his hands were all over me. “Come on.” He said choosing to grab my hips at last and pull me off the coach. “We are catching a cab. Jonathan can go get a new coffee.”

Reggie Mantle x Reader- request - Part 2

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you’re Archie sister and you’re dating Reggie. Someone lets it slip that you lost your virginity to him and he tells Archie “sorry I took your sister virginity won’t happen again” and Archie punched him and a fight breaks out

Warnings: Some sexual content as well as language

FYI: I changed the prompt a little in order for it fit the setting I made up for it. I’ve been asked to make a Part 2, hope you like it and thanks for the request!

This seemed the best way to progress with the story so I hope you all still enjoy it. Thanks much!

- - - -

Still having your hold on your brother’s wrist you yelled, “Jughead!”

You grabbed his wrist next while he gave you a small look of disappointment.

In place of your spot on the dance floor, Ronnie had shot up and began yelling at both Reggie and Moose. Slowly kicking them out of the party.

As you were headed towards the kitchen with both boys’ wrists in hand, Chuck came up behind you.

“Have fun in there Y/N? He knew you would”, he jeered his cup in the air before drinking some more. Archie got angry again but you held onto his wrist, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

You looked back to Ronnie making sure she would meet your eyes, “Ronnie!”, the raven hair girl turned back to you while dragging Reggie and Moose out of her place. “Chuck too!”. Chuck gave a look of annoyance and followed Reggie and Moose after Ronnie gave him a death stare.

You sat both your brother and Jughead in the kitchen and told them, with a stern voice, to wait there. Ronnie was outside of her place still yelling at Reggie. You ran up to the opened door and closed it behind you, looking to the hallway now.

You bucked up some of your courage before standing next to Ronnie. Reggie was still making jokes about you until he paused and met your eyes.

“Really had a nice time in there with me, huh Y/N?!”. He kept laughing while trying to taunt you more.

You slowly made your way up to him. “What did you want some more sweetie?”. He was eyeing your body again.

You got close to him, grabbed him shoulders and gave a fake smile. With all of your force, you then proceeded to kick him in the groin. Reggie fell over and while Moose tried to help him back up, Chuck began to laugh a bit. You gave a sneer to the rest of them. “Stay the HELL away from me!”.

You grabbed Veronica’s hand and you both went back to her place.

The thing about parties was - at some point there was usually some sort of fight. Especially with enough people. Beyond a few looks when you entered back in, it seemed the majority of people had went back to partying.

You made your way back to the kitchen. There Betty had two little bags of ice and was already attempting to heal Archie’s hand. You gave a nod of “thank you” before grabbing the second one.

You sat next to Jughead and started to ice his knuckles. “You didn’t have to do that you know”. You didn’t even bother to meet his or Archie’s eyes, you felt a bit ashamed if not stupid at this point.

“Yeah, well he deserved it”. Jughead looked back to Archie. “From the both of us”.

“Yeah well more like the three of us”, you interrupted their eyes meeting. “I just kicked the fuck out of him in the nuts”. Betty began to laugh, Archie gave you a proud look, while Jughead looked a little surprised.

You looked back to Archie. “I’m the OLDER sibling. I can take care of myself when I need to, okay? As much as I appreciate it”. He gave a slight nod but you also knew he would have still done it no matter what. Jughead just remained silent.

“Come on, I’ll take you guys home”. You looked both to Archie and Jughead while still icing Jugheads rather red hand. “You staying here with Ronnie, Betty?”.

“Yeah, I’m sleeping over too”. She started to remove the ice from Archie’s hand. Archie had given a slight blush.

“Okay, I’ll be back. I don’t really feel like going home”.

- - - -

The car ride had been silent for at least 5 minutes. You decided to break the tension. “So, did I see a blush back there Arch?”

You looked over to your brother. He got a little shy, something a little out of the norm for him.

He played with the back of his hair a bit. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about what Betty said to me a few weeks ago. I just don’t think I saw her in THAT way before she said something”. You were glad about it. You had always noticed Betty’s feeling for Archie, ever since they were little.

You gave a small laugh. “Well I won’t tell her as long as you promise to do something about it soon. No stringing her along”. He gave a nod back to you.

You had made it to your house and Archie got out. You turned back a bit, “not getting out Juggie?”.

He had been quiet the entire ride. He shook his head. Archie said bye to both of you and then made his way in the house. Jughead moved and took Archie’s seat. “So, where am I taking you?”

“Home”, you wondered why he still seemed angry.

You began to drive and couldn’t stand the silence again. You made your way to the trailer park, you knew only a handful of people actually knew where Jughead lived - which had included all of the Andrews’.

You sighed a bit, “what is it Jughead?”

He didn’t look at you back. Just used a stern voice instead. “Why HIM?”

You figured this would have come from Archie. You gave a breath, once again chucking up some courage to speak. “I’ve had a crush on him for a while. I figured he was finally reciprocating those feelings back. I was obviously wrong”. You gave a breath again. “I also just kind of wanted to get the experience over with”. You finally took your eyes off of the road for a second glancing back at Jughead.

“He didn’t deserve you”, his eyes finally met back to yours.

“Look, I know I’m like a sister to you, and I appreciate you trying to protect me. But you really didn’t have to do that”. You were finally leading up to Sunnyside.

“You’re not like a sister to me”, Jughead stared out the window.

“Oh come on! Don’t say that. I watched you grow up with Archie. You’re a good friend Juggie”. You didn’t use his nickname very often, as it had been something Archie came up with when they were 6. You only ever used it as a term of endearment.

You had parked the car and gave him a slight smile. He began to unbuckle his belt.

“You know you’re way better than that tool, right?”. His face looked sincere.

“Yeah well, still waiting for the love of my life you know”. You gave a small laugh as a memory floated back to you. “Remember middle school? That popped into my head for a second earlier. You know, “our experiment”.“ You actually used your fingers to express quotation marks.

He gave a small laugh. “How could I forget?”. And before you knew it Jughead had grabbed the side of your face and for the second time in your life, his lips were on yours.

It was slow, sweet and had feeling. Nothing like the first kiss with Reggie that night. After giving a breath from your lips he went back to give you a small peck back on them.

He had seemed proud and got out of the car before leaning back in the opened window. “Have a better night Y/N”.

You sat there stunned.

The Reunion

Where Harry comes back home and Y/N missed him too much for words.

6 months.

That’s how long it had been since you had seen Harry in person. Of course there were the daily calls, texts and face times. But nothing could ever compare to the feeling of seeing him in person. There was something just so magical about his presence, that it made you crave him every second of the day. Whether that be the loving gaze with which he looked at you, or the glint in his eyes that sparkled with love and pure happiness.

At times, you wondered how you had gotten lucky enough to get someone like him. Someone so pure, so mysteriously beautiful. Someone whom you loved with all of your heart, body and soul. And to think that he loved you back all the very same. Harry had never failed to tell you how much he adored you, how every moment spent together was the best of his life. There was never a dull moment between you two. As spontaneous as you both were, there was always one thing or another to talk about. But even when there wasn’t, the silence was very much treasured, with the both of you dwelling in the comfort of the others’ presence.

It was always hard when he left. A lot of the nights were spent awake, wishing you could be in his arms right then. It was hard for him as well, he knew that you had trouble sleeping alone, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you. But the movie was important, and he knew that you would pretty much kill him if he ditched the shooting and came back home for you.

You had always been appreciative of his career, as he had always been of yours. You were a book writer, one of the best of the time. Harry always asked you where your inspiration came from, and once when you replied with “You”, he couldn’t have been more surprised, yet happier than ever. Honestly, he hadn’t expected to be such an important person in your life that you would actually write about him. But it lit him to the core that the love of his life loved him back just as much as he did.

While he was away for his movie, you had been busy with your own book. But successfully, he had completed his movie just as you had gotten done with your book. The book was about a long distance relationship, which was pretty much inspired from your own, and you couldn’t wait for Harry to read it. He had been working hard for his movie, as well. Considering that it was his first, he tried to put his everything in it. As busy as the both of you were, you never failed to think of the other throughout the day. The usual phone calls may have been reduced on the days that were busier than others, but you still managed to make it work.

Today was the day that he was coming back home and you couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t have to do anything for a couple of months now, and you were the same. The two of you made sure to clear your schedules beforehand, so you could fully enjoy each other’s presence.

The trailer for ‘Dunkirk’ was to be released that day as well. Harry was more than excited for you to see it, as he had raved to you about it many times before. You yourself couldn’t wait, so when you woke up that day with your phone blowing with notifications of people freaking out, your first instinct was to click on the link straight away. The short video absolutely blew you away. The movie seemed so fascinating, and you felt immensely proud that your very own love was in it. You couldn’t help but notice just how good he looked. Needless to say, you were bursting with pride. Just as you were going to call him, your phone dinged with a text message:

Getting on my flight back home, love. Can’t wait to see you!

Of course, you had forgotten about the time zone. However, you felt your heartbeat fasten as you read the text. He was coming back home, back to you. You will be seeing him for the first time in months. The trailer definitely hadn’t helped your patience. After wishing him a safe flight, you decided to clean up the house. That got done soon, and you still had around two hours until his plane would land. Therefore, you settled for watching the trailer again. After watching it endlessly (you just couldn’t get enough), you finally decided to get ready to head out to the airport.

You wanted to look good for him, especially now that you were seeing him after such a long time. You settled with blue jeans and a tank top, with a cardigan above. Setting your hair in its usual waves and applying a little makeup, you were good to go. Taking your phone and keys, you headed out to your car. As you arrived at the airport, you were thankful to see no paparazzi around. You went inside, and soon the announcement came that the plane would land in a couple of minutes.

As the time for Harry to come out neared, you felt your heart racing. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You had been together for a long time, and had been through this many times before. However, there was always this lingering fear of whether you two could fall back into your usual routine again.

That fear was whisked away as soon as you saw him coming out of the luggage department. He looked as good as ever, with a duffle bag in his hands. You were quick to run towards him, calling out his name. That was enough to grab his attention, and he dropped the bag to the floor as soon as he saw you. Spreading out his arms for you to jump in, he couldn’t have been happier. He had waited so long for this moment that he almost wondered how he had been able to go so long without you. His hold on you was tight, as he cherished your presence.

“I’m guessing you missed me, huh love?” he teasingly said with a smirk. That smirk was soon lost though, as he felt your body trembling, he pulled away to look at the tears streaming down your face, with your eyes shut tight. “Hey now, don’t cry sweetheart. I’m here now, ain’t I? Goin’ nowhere, I promise. Jus’ me an’ you now.” 

You nuzzled your face in his neck, still overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually back. Harry felt his own eyes watering, he had missed you just as much. And to see you crying, that was a sight he couldn’t bear watching. He wanted to see you happy, and he wanted to be the one to make you happy. “Baby, please don’t cry. Wanna see you smile. ‘S been so long, hasn’t it.”  You pulled back to look him in the eyes, as he wiped away your tears. 

“I’m sorry, I just missed you so much, can’t believe you’re actually here. It feels like a dream.” You replied, with a tearful smile. “Wouldn’t do this in a dream now, would I?” he said as he smashed his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and passionate, yet filled with impatience and excitement. Every kiss, it felt like the both of you fell in love once again. And all you prayed was that this feeling between the two of you would never die.

As you two pulled away, there were huge smiles etched upon your faces. You leaned closer to him and whispered, “I saw the trailer, Haz. I’m so proud of you, I can’t explain it in words.” He smiled back as he replied, “Thankyou baby, couldn’t have done it without you.” “I love you”, you said, as you held on to him tightly. The two of you had now resorted to a quieter area of the airport so you could have your reunion in private. “I love you too, pet. Missed yeh so much while I was’ away.”

Soon enough, you two headed for home, your hands were intertwined as you drove home. You could feel his gaze burning into your skin, and you turned to the side to face him. “You’re staring.” You stated the obvious. “I am.” He replied with a smirk. “May I ask why?” you questioned, with a smile on your face. “How about no?” he said, at which you let out a laugh. These playful conversations were one of the most cherished things in your relationship, and you missed them a lot while he was away.

“I swear you only get more beautiful every time I see you.” He complimented. Heat rose to your cheeks at the comment. It was strange how even after all the years of being together, he still had the same effect on you as he had on your first date. “Have you completed your book?” he asked, genuinely interested. “I have, yeah. Just need to get the editing done, but that can wait.” You replied. “I can’t wait to read it. I’m sure it’s amazing.” He replied, ever so appreciative of your work. In reply, you raised his hand to kiss it, as you continued driving to your shared home.

That night, you two lay in bed cuddled into each other, just sharing stories and experiences that you had during the time you were apart. He told you about his movie, while you told him about the ideas that you had for new books. You two snuggled deeper into each other with every word. Secret words and promises were shared in the dark, in the solace of your own home. You both cherished your time together, enjoying the blissful time that you had. You were both so caught up in each other, that time became irrelevant. All you two wanted was to just hold each other tight enough that you would become one. And in that moment, you wished for nothing else than to have the beautiful boy next to you, yours forever.

A Place to Call Home pt 6


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 7,328

Warnings: Language, mentions of assault, SMUT

A/N: Here is the next part of A Place to Call Home, I hope you all like it! There’s finally some more smut! YAY! hahah. Huge thank you to @rememberstilinski and @writing-obrien for proof reading and giving me their input! As always, let me know what you think! :)

Originally posted by couplezzz

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Falling For A Stranger

A/N: I had to re-post this because tumblr sucks

Requested by @ariatate

Summary: Reader is one of the slaves that Bellamy and others saved from Ice Nation. In the Arkadia Bellamy helps Abby take care of reader. As the time passes they grow closer and eventually fall for each other.

Word Count: 2381

Originally posted by jchnmurqhy


After months of being a slave I had no longer hoped to being free again. But it happened as we got saved by other people from Ark. It happened so fast, one moment we were in chains obeying a grounder and the other moment we were in something that looked like a truck on our way to some camp where there was the rest of our people.

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