why are you even making a fool out of yourself

Two Rooms

Title: Two Rooms – Warmth Series Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 2030

Warnings: Some kissing, implied future smut.

Summary: It’s the final part in the series, I don’t want to spoil anything!

Author’s Note: Wow, the final part! I can’t thank you guys enough for all the sweet things you’ve said about this series, I had a great time writing it, and I hope the final part is everything you were hoping it would be! And I’m sorry if the ending feels a little rushed, I was pressed for time this weekend. Enjoy, guys :)

Read the Previous Parts: Two Beds | Two Shirts | Two Keys

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     After eating another pathetic excuse for dinner with the boys and deciding where you were headed next - deeming it a pointless trip to have come so far and only do one hunt in the area - you gathered your things, the second motel key off the table, and limped out of the room to go find your own. Which was, as it turns out, even smaller and more frigid than the last one.

     The cold air hit you like a brick as you stumbled out of the motel room, using the wall for support and dragging your duffle bag behind you through the freshly fallen snow. Dean had, of course, tried to help you with your bag and get you safely to your new room, but you’d turned down his offer and opted to do it yourself, your newly stitched leg screaming in protest with every clumsy step. When you got to your lonely little room you collapsed on the bed with a groan.

     Ever since you had started hunting with the boys you’d always gotten your own room, every time without fail, and it never fazed you in the least. You enjoyed the quiet, gratefully took the seldom found privacy, and couldn’t imagine a worse fate than having to share an already cramped and more often than not dirty motel bathroom with two men. You were happy with the arrangement – or, as happy as a hunter could be when bouncing around from one dive to the next. But now? You just felt lonely.

     The room was too quiet. You found, to your surprise, that you didn’t mind giving up some of that privacy if you were giving it in favor of being near Dean. Even sharing the amenities was something easily avoidable if you managed to wake up before the Winchesters. You liked sharing a room with them – you liked sharing a room with Dean.

     And you missed him.

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Painted Hearts (2)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five;

Four missed calls and three text messages.

All from Oh Sehun.

You weren’t purposefully ignoring his attempts at communication but work had that annoying habit of getting in the way. The entire household had been rushed off their feet cleaning and preparing the house for Yuri’s mother, who was coming back from a business holiday in a week’s time. Even though she wasn’t due back straight away, the house had been a flurry of activity that just left you completely exhausted. Every night, you’d finish late and head home, looking at the missed calls and collapsing asleep before you could call him back.

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Ira.

Seven Steps to Hell: The Fifth Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jinyoung  | Conclusion

Genre: Angst, smut (ish); 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.0K

Notes: This turned out sadder than I expected, tbh. But enjoy, I guess?

Originally posted by alitayapl

Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.

-William R. Alger


You drag yourself to where you know Jaebum’s placed, in a level below the others. You bite your lips as you trudge your way down the staircases, encased by nothing apart from the fluttering light from the torches lining the wall; you often wonder why Lucifer can’t just invest something more modern, but you remember that he’d prefer the creepy vibes he’d achieve with them.

You don’t really want to face Jaebum. Not knowing how much he must be beating himself up for their failure, like he does every other time. By some sort of luck, he’d managed to find himself in a position of responsibility after his creation, hence why he’s now the little leader of the Sins and, as a result…

You sigh, trying to will your eyes to stop stinging. You hate how much he blames himself, but as the Sin of Wrath, he can hardly help but show his frustrations out—it’s a miniature hell of his own, for himself, made by himself.

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1| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2763

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The cab drove away, leaving you on the cobbled driveway with your suitcase, alone. The school loomed up in front of you. It was like an old manor house. Three stories of red bricks and large windows, complete with stone gargoyles and brick chimneys. You almost groaned. God what was you getting yourself into? This place was not fit for someone like you. You ran your hand through your hair as you tugged your heavy bag up the steps.

The dark brown double doors looked far more menacing than they should have been. A knocker was nailed into the left one. It was shaped like two crossed ballet shoes. Above the doors, engraved on a stone plaque was an elegant script, declaring

Amour de la Beauté

Ballet Academy

Well, no backing down now. This was it. Amour de la Beauté Ballet Academy. One of the best dance schools in Seoul, some would say in the world, but of course to you it didn’t really matter. It may be one of the best, but in the end it comes down to the dancer. And you were hardly a ballerina. You glanced down at your faded jeans and trainers, your print t-shirt and your Dad’s old bush shirt. Yeah, graceful and elegant for sure. You shook your head and bit your lip, trying to foster some determination, and rapped on the door with the shoe knocker.

Oh God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you were going to make a complete fool of yourself and they’ll probably throw you out…why had they even let you in here? You were an Academic first, an amateur dancer second. But then why had you even wanted to come? You couldn’t go to classes here, you couldn’t study English in any way but correspondence school, You would miss out on your exams…but then, you remembered what you had told your Dad.

“I love Ballet, Dad! It’s my passion.”

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I want to say I love you but...

Inspired by @pearlidab  (If anyone is interested in proofreading this message me please)

*Warning of sexual and mature content*

*Beware of memes*

“I like you Dazai, please go out with me.” The words echoed in Dazai’s ears. He swore he heard wrong for a second but he couldn’t deny that he did with his subordinate standing in front of him looking like his face was going to erupt at any second like an active volcano. 

He wanted to just save Atsushi the heartbreak and just reject him right there. He wouldn’t be the first to confess and he probably won’t be the last. Whether he rejects or accepts it depends on his mood but one thing that never changes is that they never stay. No one really stays. He can’t meet their expectations, male or female. “I’ll be in your care,” He should feel guilty from the amount of hope and happiness on Atsushi’s face that brings tears to the boy’s eyes. If only he knew that he was doing this so, he would learn how bad of an idea it was. He’ll fall out of love. He’ll let go.

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The Jerk Next Door: A Teenage Cliché

“mysweetbloodyrevenge: Can you do Frank smut where he’s Y/N’s new neighbour and she finds him really attractive, but he’s like really confident and stuff and she’s shy and later on he kinda bullies her at school and makes her angry to get her attention?”

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I’m incredibly terrified excited to announce that I’m writing a fic!!!

It’s no secret that I have an overwhelming amount of feels for Tsukki. I have spent a shameful amount of time analyzing his character, speculating his motivations, and developing countless head canons. A couple weeks back one of my dear friends on here made a suggestion that I try writing. At the time I totally brushed her off like that was the craziest thing in the world..and here we are now, hah.

This fic will follow Kei’s development from the moment Karasuno lost to Seijoh in Season 1 all the way through the end of Season 3. My goal is to give you all an inside look at what (I think) Kei possibly went through all that time. Actual canon events and conversations will be used (and tweaked, at times) along with many new situations that I think may have happened behind the scenes while the focus was more on Hinata/Kageyama. (And let’s be honest, I really just needed an excuse to write third gym antics)

Chapter 1 will be posted this Friday, but to thank you all for taking the time to read all of this rambling, there is a preview here under the cut! =^^=

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redamancy

—[n. the act of loving in return.]

namjoon ∞ reader 

genre: fluff. soulmates au.  

‘I just banged my knee on that table over there and you hissed in pain, dude I think we’re soulmates’

word count: 2.7K

Originally posted by baebsaes


“…Damn.”

Taehyung scoots forward, chair scraping shrilly against the floor to take a closer look at the purpling bruise on your forehead you woke up with this morning. You don’t remember bumping into anything, but you’re greeted with the large discoloured blotch just above your eyebrow the first thing you look into the mirror after washing up, much to your confusion. The chestnut-haired boy’s eyes grow rounder, more curious as they take in the bruise, a hand coming up to hover in front of your face and—

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“Insidious: Chapter 3″ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “Lucky you look good in white.”
  • “I’m going to keep you alive to watch you suffer.”
  • “Strange things have been happening.”
  • “A good chat is never time wasted.”
  • “You have a long life ahead of you. Cross my heart.”
  • “This entity is very powerful.”
  • “You see this face? This is my whoop-ass face. When you see this face it means I’m about to whoop-ass.”
  • “Come on, bitch!”
  • “I dunno, they look like fools.”
  • “Loving someone is just delayed pain, isn’t it?“
  • “Is that the first time you’ve seen a ghost?”
  • “Why is it quiet? Quiet’s not good.”
  • “If you call out to one of the dead, all of them can hear you.”
  • “None of what you just said to me makes any sense.”
  • “Hey. Sarcasm.”
  • “Let them stay, we may need them.”
  • “One night after you came to see me, I had a vision of you.”
  • “It’s not good, it’s great.”
  • “You can’t even kill yourself to get away from it.”
  • “The only thing I want you to think about right now is getting better.”
  • “Someone followed me back.”
  • “What’s your contribution?”
  • “My gift is all I have. It’s all I am.”
  • “I’ll be waiting in the dark when the pain finally kills you.”
#58

Request(s) : Soon after breaking up with him van gets a new girlfriend but you manage go get him back & Write something full of angst?


It was Friday, and this meant ‘girl’s night’. You missed it four times in a row since the breakup and Emi, Lizzy and Arielle were begging you to at least have a drink with them, even if it was for only an hour. Why were you affected by this break up ? You were the one who made the decision that yours and Van’s relationship wasn’t making you happy anymore. You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone, they say. It made you miserable and nobody saw it coming. You had played the detached girl perfectly you even had your own self fooled for a second. Even putting your pink lipstick on made you think of him. He used to say it gave your eyes a deeper color.

You looked at yourself in the small mirror of Arielle’s bathroom. Letting out a breath, you tried to fix your hair not having enough courage to curl or straighten them. Natural would do. You turned around, seeing Arielle waiting for you on the other side of the door.

« You ready ? » she asked you, looking at you carefully.

« Yep » you answered. You wish you had sounded more cheerful.

« Are you ok ? » You knew what she meant. She wasn’t really inquiring if you were ok right now but in general, she wanted to see her best friend get over her ex.

« I don’t know. But I’m happy we’re having a night between us girls, I’ve missed you » you said hugging her.

« We missed you too, cupcake! » you laughed at her nickname and got out of her apartment, and into her car to start this night.

**

« And he’s like ‘You should be flattered a guy like me would talk to a girl like you’… Like, the fuck !? This guy’s crazy! So I kicked him in the balls. I’ll put this one in the self defense category. » we all laughed at Emi’s last party story. Girl’s night was going great, these girls were like sisters to you. You couldn’t ask for more but life didn’t seem on your side as you heard a laugh and the door of the tiny bar you were in opening.

He was here, his arms around the shoulders of a hot blonde girl. How can someone have legs this long you thought to yourself before dragging your eyes back up to him. That’s when he saw you. He straightened himself and got his arm off of the Candice Swanepoel doppelganger next to him. You snapped your head back to your girls trying to ignore him and your whole body, and thoughts. That’s when Arielle’s eyes grew wide that you knew it was no use to try and be discrete anymore.

« Is that… » she started, but you quickly stopped her.

« Yes. And we’re not talking about it. We’re not together anymore, he can do what he wants » you said quietly, sipping on Lizzy’s drink, thanking her mentally for ordering alcohol and not a stupid juice like you had.

« Ok.. yes but no. Like your ex is here, with a girl might I add. You broke up what ? A month ago ? Less than that! » Emi’s said, looking at Van and his date with disgust in her eyes.

« He’s a dick, always knew it » Lizzy said.

« You liked him Lizzy, what are you even on about ? » you asked her in disbelief. She was probably out of the three girls around the table the one that was the closest to Van when you were a couple.

« Yes, liked him when he was with you! But now, he’s a dick! You don’t hurt my friend and get away with it! » she said.

« Although I’m the one who did all the hurting on my own, remember ? » you told them.

« You made the right choice for you at that time. No girl can stay sane with a boyfriend gone half the time and surrounded by girls while thousand miles away from you. » Arielle told you, putting her hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her and nodded. Your head snapped to Emi. She was getting up and before you could even comprehend what she was going to do, she was walking towards Van and the beautiful blonde. You tried to get up but Lizzy made you sit and told you it would make things worse. You waited for Emi to come back. She was talking to Van and you knew it wasn’t compliments she was throwing at him by the look on her face and his.

She came back a minute or two after, and if looks could kill she would be lying dead on the floor. She took her seat back and looked you straight in the eyes before shrugging and telling you she didn’t insult him. You tried to ask her for more but she wouldn’t tell. It frustrated you and you got up, deciding to get some fresh air before really killing her.

You should have known he was going to follow you. It wasn’t that hard to predict. He sat next to you on the small bench in front of the bar. He got his cigarettes out. It was silent. Not awkward or tense. You were past all of this.

« I don’t get you. » he said. Your heart broke realizing it was the first time you heard his voice since you told him you were both better off without the other.

« What d’you mean ? » you were clearly playing dumb. But you couldn’t bring yourself to have a fight with him. Not right now. Not anymore.

« You say you don’t want me and then your friend tells me I’m the one who broke your heart. What did you tell ‘em ? »

« Nothing. They feel like they need to look after me. » you smiled slightly.

« You broke my heart. I would have done everything for you. Fuck. I still would. But your friends… they don’t get to tell me I’m the bad guy here. You decided this on your own. » you shook your head, trying to keep the tears from falling down.

« I know » you whispered. You took a deep breath before bringing yourself to ask him the question you wish he wouldn’t answer to.

« Who is she ? » And he looked at you for the first time. He seemed to be studying your face, maybe for a sign of jealousy. But you were too sad for that. And it wasn’t fair to him.

« Elsa. She’s a… friend » she was more than that. She was the kind of friend you had been at the beginning to him.

« A friend… ». It was enough to make his head snap back to you like seconds before.

« She’s good. I don’t think about you as much when I’m with her. » He was trying to hurt you, you knew it. You knew you deserved it but it didn’t make it easier.

« I’m glad if you’re happy. I wish it was with me but I blew all my chances long ago, didn’t I ? » Van shook his head.

« Why are you acting like the victim ? How long are you gonna play this game ? » he asked his voice raising, he was clearly getting angry.

« What game ? Do you really think I’ve been happy since I broke up with you ? I’ve been fucking miserable at best! I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life and I regret it everyday. I’m not acting like the victim. » you were full on crying now. It was most likely not a sight to see, you must have looked crazy you thought to yourself.

« You wanted this! You’re the one who said it was over! »

« I was tired of never seeing you! » you screamed back.

« You knew it when we got together! » his voice got back to normal. He sounded hurt.

« Doesn’t mean I could handle it » you said in a whisper, sitting back down on the bench.

« I went out of my way to make sure you were happy. Every fuckin’ day, Y/N. You just always wanted more »

« It’s not true » you looked up at him. « I just wanted you » You stayed silent for a while before deciding to go back inside. Van didn’t follow you right away but came back to his date a few minutes after. He kept glancing at you every once in a while. Your mood had dropped down after the conversation you had with Van. You said your goodbyes to the girls and went home, having trouble to find sleep.

**

You woke up at 6am. You spent the night thinking about Van, and your past relationship. All the things sadness took away from you when you decided to make the worst decision of your life. The future with him. The children, the big house, the wedding… everything. You’ll always picture him when thinking about your future.

You got up quickly and took a taxi to where he was staying. Luckily enough, he hadn’t sold the flat he bought when he decided it would just be easier if you had a place to share when he comes back from tour. You knocked on the door, twice. A half asleep Van opened the door.

« I still love you. I know it’s lame and I’m probably bothering you right now » you quickly said, remembering Elsa. « But… yeah. I just.. I fucked up, real bad and I’m sorry but I regret it every fucking day if that makes you feel better. You’re the one Van. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too. I don’t care if you don’t want to forgive me, I’ll wait. Cause I just know we’re meant to be. And frankly, I just don’t want anybody else. I love you »

He looked at you. Wide awake now. He let you in. The silence was killing you. He slammed the door shut and before you could turn around he hugged you from behind. His head buried in your hair.

« I missed you so much »

anonymous asked:

okay do you think you could do one with Alex Summers + "dont look at me like that" "why" "cause it makes me want to kiss you" where they kinda hate each other??? pls (psa: i adore your writing 💞)

i screamed while writing this tbh (thank you cutie!)

alex + “don’t look at me like that” “why” “because it makes me want to kiss you”

Needless to say, becoming lab partners with one of the schools ‘bad boys’ has ruined your life. Alex Summers has managed to find each of your nerves, and has gotten on every single damn one. From letting you do all of the work on projects to calling you ‘princess’ when you’ve annoyed him, it somehow formed into a love-hate friendship. And not to mention, the tiny voice in your brain nearly screams at you everyday to just admit to yourself, that you do in fact have a crush on him.

It’s the end of the year and Angel (a girl in your chemistry, who happens to be friends with Alex) invited you to a get together to celebrate, at the beach. It’s nearing the middle of the night and the only reason you’re really there is to hang out with a couple other friends and to maybe harass Alex a little bit — but after a couple hours pass and he doesn’t show up, you push the slight disappointment out of you; and decide to get a little tipsy. Why not? After all, if you make a fool out of yourself, at least he won’t be there to antagonize you… right?

Soon you’re easily giggling at whatever stupid jokes Sean tells, and your body feels so much warmer and lighter. It isn’t much longer before Sean and Angel and pretty much everyone is completely hammered — even Darwin! You’re not sure who suggests that everyone strips down to their undies to go jump in the water, but you stand your ground when Darwin tugs you up. (No thank you, I’m perfectly fine with the s’mores!)

So you plop yourself down on a blanket with a bag of marshmallows, plopping one in your mouth. But before you can properly chew the marshmallow, a tap on your shoulder startles you so bad that you flinch, turning on your butt; ready to swing — only to find Alex laughing heartily, clutching his chest as you kick sand at him.

“Alex, you dick!” You exclaim, after you nearly choked to death.

“Didn’t expect you to actually be here, princess.” He laughs, plopping down next to you. Alex’s brows furrow together as he scrunches his nose up, obviously smelling the booze on you. “Wait, are you actually drinking?” He adds, with a small smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you throw another marshmallow in your mouth, before answering him.

“And why is that a shock to you?”

“Because,” he huffs out with a laugh, as it were obvious. “you’re a good girl. Good girls don’t do that kind of stuff.”

At that statement, you shove him by his shoulder, causing half of his body to get covered in sand. And all the asshole does is actually laugh, brushing off the sand as you pull your knees to your chest in annoyance.

“I’m not a good girl.” you whine petulantly, as Alex catches his breath; standing to his feet.

“C’mon princess,” he says, holding out his hand. “if you’re such a bad girl, let’s go join in on the fun.” He gestures towards the group in the water, and you nearly kick him in the groin — because how are you supposed to handle yourself half naked around him?!

But you’re determined, so that’s how you end up stripping down to your underwear and bra — dashing into the ocean as Alex struggles to kick off his jeans. You go deep enough to where the water is covers your bottom half, and you can feel the chill to your bones. You face Alex, who is now running in after you, and yell,

“See, Summers? I’m not a good girl!”

Even though it’s dark, you can totally see the smirk on his face as he dives under the water. You throw your head back in a laugh, before you feel two strong arms wrap around your calves and knees — sending you tumbling under the water. You squeal as you fight your way back to the top, grabbing one of Alex’s biceps and wrap the other around his shoulder. When you surface, Alex has his arm wrapped around your waist; holding you tight against his own body, so close that you can feel the heat in his chest warm up yours.

There’s a couple moments of silence as you realize the intimate nature of your position, so close to each other that you notice the small moles under his jaw; or how his eyes are a beautiful color of blue — and most definitely, the clenching of his jaw, which seems to be clenching and unclenching at the feel of your wet skin against his.

You take your lower lip between your teeth and drop your gaze to his lips, before looking back at him up in the eyes; eyelashes fluttering. You can feel his bicep tense under your touch as you dig your blunt nails into the skin there, causing him to release a breath of air through his flared nostrils.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess.” He mumbles, leaning his forehead against yours.

You hesitate to even ask — but the way he swipes his tongue over his lips is enough for you to a deep feeling to awaken in your stomach.

“Why?” You finally ask, voice low.

“Because….” he starts, as if he was struggling to find the right words. “Because it makes me want to kiss you.”

Your heart pretty much fucking falters at his confession — because never in a million years did you think, that big bad Alex Summers would ever say something like that.

There’s a second where you have to decide between drowning yourself out of embarrassment, or kiss him — and for once, you decide to do what your gut and heart tell you to do. So you kiss him.

You pull him down to your lips and you kiss him — you kiss him like you’re the last people on earth, touch starved and insatiable for each others touch. His lips feel like fire against your as he cups your cheek and slides his tongue against yours, eliciting a small sigh of contentment from you. You’re not sure how long you kiss each other for, but when his lips leave yours to suck a mark beneath your jaw, you curl your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him off to look at him in the eyes.

“Not such a good girl after all, huh, Summers?”

All he does is look at you like you’re the center of his world, lips curling into a smirk, as he presses a kiss to your lips; pulling off to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, before he says,

“Only for me though, right princess?”

Jungkook Scenario: In My Eyes

Request: Fluffy scenario where Kookie finds his s/o crying because she is so insecure about her body and her face & he comforts her?

Genre: Drama / Fluff.


Jungkook suspected something was amiss when you said you weren’t going to make it to your date. And knew that for a fact since you had spent all week rambling and talking nonstop about the place and how much you wanted to go together, to top it all you had a long time without going to a proper date so it was beyond strange that you called him to say you weren’t going.
He kept asking through the phone for reasons but you sidestepped around the questions leaving him without knowing anything, your voice sounded off too, that made him more suspicious, so Jungkook decided he wasn’t going straight home, he had to know what was happening and what you were hiding from him.

Jungkook headed to your house, it didn’t take long to get there and when he arrived your mother opened the door for him, letting him in with a smile, by this point in your relationship he already knew all your family, it was common for him to visit you at your house so your parents weren’t surprised to see him there.
-May I speak with Y/N?-
You mother nodded. -You arrived at a good time sweetheart, Y/N doesn’t want to leave her room-
Jungkook frowned. -Something happened?-
Your mom shook her head. -I’m not really sure, but she doesn’t want to come out and she won’t talk with anyone-
His eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting exactly this, but worry came to him like a flooding wave, something was obviously wrong. -Alright, I’ll go and see if she wants to talk with me-

Your mom gave him permission to go into the house to your room, Jungkook already knew the way so he got there in no time, finding your door securely locked. He knocked twice.
-Y/N?- You didn’t answer and Jungkook’s frown deepened, he knocked again, calling for you louder this time. -Y/N? I know you’re there-

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birthday girl || cody christian

description: in which it’s your birthday, and your boyfriend presents you with the best gift of them all 

requested by: myself cause it’s my bday today (the 25th!!) and im hella fuckin thirsty for cody but aNYWAY

warnings: oral (male on female), this probably sucks bc im half asleep but who cares

The hour was early, the sun having been in the sky for only a few short hours. You would’ve been asleep still, too, had it not been for the scent of cinnamon and coffee tickling your nose.

With a soft groan, you rolled over onto your back, eyes fluttering open as you felt the mattress dip slightly. You boyfriend came into sight, holding a wooden breakfast tray in his hands.

He smiled warmly at your sleepy form. “Good morning, birthday girl,” he happily spoke.

You returned his smile. “You remembered!”

“Of course I did. How could I forget my girl’s birthday?”

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Taste

* Lafayette × Reader
* 49: Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Ham shoves an insecure smol reader into hiding and Lafayette was finally trying to get the courage to ask her out? Maybe some poorly translated french arguments between the two?

A/N: so…this is how I interpreted the prompt. I’m not sure if this is what you meant but this is how it turned out. And I’m gonna apologize for my stupid flirty pick-up lines. They’re really awful…but I still hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,256

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You sniffed and pulled you knees closer to you chest. You were sitting on Alexander’s house, you weren’t exactly sure how you got here. It certainly hadn’t been your intention when you left your house to go for a walk. The idea was to clear you head and make sense of your thoughts. You ended up crying and on his doorstep in disarray.

He had ushered you inside and pointed you to the couch. It was early fall and it had been dark when you reached his house so you currently had a blanket draped over your shoulders. “Here we go. Two steaming cups of tea.” Alexander proclaimed, said cups in his hands. He handed one to you and you gratefully took a sip. “I’d make coffee but something tells me you need a good night of sleep and not caffeine.”

You gave him a weak smile. “Thanks Alexander.” You said.

“You realize you showed up here with tear stained cheeks and I want to know why.” He pushed.

You sighed. “I’m so stupid.” You muttered before the tears started anew.

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Thank you, Sakura

Here you are my dearest Anon! Pregnant SasuSaku!

I hope that this was to your liking and thank you again for your request. I really appreciate it! It was actually a really nice piece to write and I enjoyed writing it, so thank you again ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ



“Sasuke…I’m pregnant.”

Having found themselves on the outskirts of the Land of Wind, the wife and husband duo had stopped to rest beneath a rather large tree. While Sasuke was more than willing to push ahead, Sakura had insisted that they stop for a bit. It was unlike her, but he stopped nonetheless. And after a brief moment of silence between the two, his wife spoke.

Pregnant. The word was practically foreign on his ears and in all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to react. Did he react with joy or worry? Did he send her back to the Leaf? Travelling around pregnant certainly wasn’t a good idea and it couldn’t possibly be good for the baby.

“Sasuke?” The subtle worry in her voice made him turn. That’s right. He still hadn’t responded.

“Sakura,” he stepped forward, placing a gentle hand atop her head. “…That’s great news.” A smile lifted his lips. It really was great news. Sakura, his wife, was pregnant with his child. 

“Oh good,” she breathed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s a bit of a shock but…I’m happy.” She placed her hands gently to her stomach, a blush warming her cheeks. She was truly the essence of beauty and the more he looked at her, the more in love with her he became. And he would come to love her more and more as her stomach expanded. He honestly didn’t know what to do with himself for the next nine months. But as the months progressed and as Sakura’s belly grew, Sasuke grew more and more comfortable with the fact that he was going to be a father. The Uchiha Clan, his family, was slowly expanding. 

“Hey Sasuke, why don’t we take a break here?” Sakura was standing a little ways away from him, her hand resting on her stomach. Having moved from the Land of Wind and entering the Land of Earth, the two stopped to rest at a nearby stream. Nearly six months ago, Sakura had announced her pregnancy and now, here she stood; harboring their child. He watched as the woman relaxed into the grass, releasing a soft sigh as she did so.

“Man, this baby sure is heavy. And it’s only been six months.” She looked down at her rounding stomach, caressing it gently. The young woman was more than a little excited for this child to be born. After all, this child alone would be the exact representation of their love. Looking up towards the black haired man, she watched as he silently sat down beside her. 

“Did you want to feel?” She inquired, a small smirk on her lips. Sasuke stared at her, completely dumbfounded. Although he had thought about it several times, he was always too embarrassed to ask her for permission. The last thing he needed was to feel her stomach and find himself eating dirt in the next instant.

Sighing softly, he stretched an arm forward and placed it on her stomach. It was a strange and exciting feeling. Her stomach was much rounder than it had been before and warmer than usual. Could that be a result of the child growing within? 
“Our child,” he said suddenly, keeping his eyes focused on her stomach. “I can’t wait to meet them.” He looked up at his wife, rewarded with the soft pink hue to her cheeks. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape slightly. It seemed that he had said something rather surprising.

Attempting a feeble recovery, she responded quickly, “W-Well, we’d better keep moving. Right?” On a typical day, the young man would have easily agreed with her. He still had much of the world to see and he wasn’t about to stop now. But this time, he replied softly, “No. Let’s rest a little longer.”

“Huh?” Sakura was more than surprised at the answer. She couldn’t possibly have heard him right. He wanted to rest longer? Her eyes fell to his hand and a smile spread across her lips. She lifted a hand and rest it atop his own hand. It would only be a matter of time before their child was ready to enter the world. And when that day arrived, it would be the happiest day for the both of them.

“So,” she caressed her own stomach, a little ways away from Sasuke’s hand. “Have you told Kakashi Sensei yet?” He looked up at her, face stern. “Or…Naruto?” 

In an instant, he stood and replied, “Let’s get going.” Sakura’s jaw dropped. What was so wrong with letting their friends know about the pregnancy? Was it really that awful of an idea?

Grabbing the hand he extended, she pulled herself up from the grass. “H-Hey, Sasuke,” she followed after him, amazed at how quickly he could move. “There’s nothing wrong with telling those guys! I’m sure they’d be more than excited to hear about the baby. Sasuke! Wait!” 

Stopping just before the treeline that lead deeper into the woods, he watched her silently. Of course he had thought to tell Kakashi and Naruto, and had done so several weeks after she announced her pregnancy, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Sakura. If he did, she would hold him to it for days on end and he would never escape her teasing. Picturing it now gave him chills and so, he would avoid the topic as much as possible. For now, he would turn her focus on something more important. Like a name for the baby.


“Hey, Kakashi Sensei! Any letters yet?”

Naruto came in almost every morning, asking the same question time and time again. And each morning, Kakashi would respond with the same answer: “No.” But this time and this time only, the man replied calmly, “As a matter of fact, I just received a letter from Sasuke this morning.” 

“What? Really?! What does it say? How are things? How’s Sakura?” The questions stumbled free from his mouth in a whirlpool of both worry and excitement. He always hoped to hear from the two of them and he always hoped that whatever he heard from them was positive. But since Sasuke returned and took Sakura, he had heard little to nothing from them. Occasionally, Sakura would write a letter or two, informing everyone where they were and what they were doing. Although receiving a letter from Sasuke was more than unusual.

“Well, it only has one word on it. Why don’t you read it for yourself, Naruto?” Kakashi handed over the letter, a smile spreading across his face from beneath his mask.

“Huh?” The blonde took the paper quietly. As soon as the word was read and processed, his entire face lit up. He turned to Kakashi, then to Shikamaru, and then back towards the paper. After a brief moment of silence, he cheered loudly, bouncing around the room.

“Hey, calm down, would’ja?” Shikamaru breathed, a smile of his own spreading on his face. He wasn’t one for cheering out loud or making a fool of himself, but even he couldn’t hide the fact that he was overjoyed by this sudden letter. 

Kakashi watched the blonde quietly, joy bubbling within him. Pregnant. Well…guess I’ll have one more to love, won’t I?


“Hey Sasuke, I was thinking…” Sakura walked beside her husband, her hand intertwined with his own. He kept his eyes ahead, but his attention went straight to her. “Maybe we could name the baby Itachi. After your brother.” She looked up at him, waiting for an answer. “And if it’s a girl,” she continued. “We could name her Tsunade!” A grin spread across her face and a chill ran down Sasuke’s spine. The last thing he wanted was a child named Tsunade.

“How about Haruto, if it’s a boy,” he was rewarded with a pair of puckered lips and furrowed brows. “And Sarada if it’s a girl.” The pink haired woman turned to him. A smile warmed her face and a hand dropped to her stomach quietly. 

“Sarada. Sarada Uchiha…” She murmured to herself, giggling softly. “It’s perfect.”

“Well, it’s only perfect if it’s a girl.” He breathed in response. However, she was too lost in swooning over her stomach and he couldn’t help but smile a little. This child was an Uchiha, his child. No matter how many times he thought about it, he was always thankful to the woman that bore this child. Sakura Uchiha. It was a name that warmed his heart, sent great waves of relief washing over him and his every thoughts. Together, they were raising a family and that fact alone was enough to make him the happiest man in the world.

Thank you…Sakura.

Thank You

This is another quick fanfic I wrote a while back, but this time with a Sakura x Sasuke pairing. Hope whoever reads it, enjoys it!



“Sasuke…I’m pregnant.”

Having found themselves on the outskirts of the Land of Wind, the wife and husband duo stopped to rest beneath a rather large tree. While Sasuke was more than willing to push ahead, Sakura insisted that they stop for a bit. It was unlike her, but he stopped nonetheless. And after a brief moment of silence between the two, his wife spoke.

Pregnant. The word was practically foreign to his ears and in all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to react. Did he react with joy or worry? Did he send her back to the Leaf? Travelling around pregnant certainly wasn’t a good idea and it couldn’t possibly be good for the baby.

“Sasuke?” The subtle worry in her voice made him turn. That’s right. He still hadn’t responded.

“Sakura,” he stepped forward, placing a gentle hand atop her head. “…That’s great news.” A smile lifted his lips. It really was great news. Sakura, his wife, was pregnant with his child.

“Oh good,” she breathed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s a bit of a shock but…I’m happy.” She placed her hands gently to her stomach, a blush warming her cheeks. She was truly the essence of beauty and the more he looked at her, the more in love with her he became. And he would come to love her more and more as her stomach expanded. He honestly didn’t know what to do with himself for the next nine months. But as the months progressed and as Sakura’s belly grew, Sasuke grew more and more comfortable with the fact that he was going to be a father. The Uchiha Clan, his family, was slowly expanding.

“Hey Sasuke, why don’t we take a break here?” Sakura was standing a little ways away from him, her hand resting on her stomach. Having moved from the Land of Wind and entering the Land of Earth, the two stopped to rest at a nearby stream. Nearly six months ago, Sakura announced her pregnancy and now, here she stood; harboring their child. He watched as the woman relaxed into the grass, releasing a soft sigh as she did so.

“Man, this baby sure is heavy. And it’s only been six months.” She looked down at her rounding stomach, caressing it gently. The young woman was more than a little excited for this child to be born. After all, this child alone would be the exact representation of their love. Looking up towards the black haired man, she watched as he silently sat down beside her.

“Did you want to feel?” She inquired, a small smirk on her lips. Sasuke stared at her, completely dumbfounded. Although he had thought about it several times, he was always too embarrassed to ask her for permission. The last thing he needed was to feel her stomach and find himself eating dirt the next instant. Or worse; getting laughed at.

Or even worse…being called cute.

Sighing softly, he stretched an arm forward and placed it on her stomach. It was a strange and exciting feeling. Her stomach was much rounder than it had been before and warmer than usual. Could that be a result of the child growing within?
“Our child,” he said suddenly, keeping his eyes focused on her stomach. “I can’t wait to meet them.” He looked up at his wife, rewarded with the soft pink hue to her cheeks. Her eyes wide and mouth agape - it seemed he said something rather surprising.

Attempting a feeble recovery, she responded quickly, “W-Well, we’d better keep moving. Right?” On a typical day, the young man would have easily agreed with her. He still had much of the world to see and he wasn’t about to stop now. But this time, he replied softly, “No. Let’s rest a little longer.”

“Huh?” Sakura was more than surprised at the answer. She couldn’t possibly have heard him right. He wanted to rest longer? Her eyes fell to his hand. Did he want to stay with the baby longer? Did he want to enjoy these small moments? Looking at his soft, gentle smile, she could only assume this was true.

With a smile of her own, she lifted a hand and rest it atop his own. It would only be a matter of time before their child was ready to enter the world. And when that day arrived, it would be the happiest day for the both of them.

“So,” she caressed her own stomach, a little ways away from Sasuke’s hand. “Have you told Kakashi Sensei yet?” He looked up at her, face stern. “Or…Naruto?”

In an instant, he stood and replied, “Let’s get going.” Sakura’s jaw dropped. What was so wrong with letting their friends know about the pregnancy? Was it really that awful of an idea?

Grabbing the hand he extended, she pulled herself up from the grass. “H-Hey, Sasuke,” she followed after him, amazed at how quickly he could move. “There’s nothing wrong with telling those guys! I’m sure they’d be more than excited to hear about the baby. Sasuke! Wait!”

Stopping just before the treeline that lead deeper into the woods, he watched her silently. Of course he thought to tell Kakashi and Naruto. He did so several weeks after she announced her pregnancy, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Sakura. If he did, she would hold it over him for days on end and he would never escape her teasing. Picturing it now gave him chills and so, he would avoid the topic as much as possible. For now, he would keep her distracted with something more important; a name for the baby.


“Hey, Kakashi Sensei! Any letters yet?”

Naruto came in almost every morning, asking the same question time and time again. And each morning, Kakashi would respond with the same answer: “No.” But this time and this time only, the man replied calmly, “As a matter of fact, I just received a letter from Sasuke this morning.”

“What? Really?! What does it say? How are things? How’s Sakura?” The questions stumbled free from his mouth in a whirlpool of both worry and excitement. He always hoped to hear from the two of them and he always hoped that whatever he heard from them was positive. But since Sasuke returned and took Sakura, he heard little to nothing from them. Occasionally, Sakura would write a letter or two, informing everyone where they were and what they were doing. Although receiving a letter from Sasuke was more than unusual.

“Well, it only has one word on it. Why don’t you read it for yourself, Naruto?” Kakashi handed over the letter, a smile spreading across his face from beneath his mask.

“Huh?” The blonde took the paper quietly. As soon as the word was read and processed, his entire face lit up. He turned to Kakashi, then to Shikamaru, and then back towards the paper. After a brief moment of silence, he cheered loudly, bouncing around the room.

“Hey, calm down, would’ja?” Shikamaru breathed, a smile of his own spreading on his face. He wasn’t one for cheering out loud or making a fool of himself, but even he couldn’t hide the fact that he was overjoyed by this sudden letter.

Kakashi watched the blonde quietly, joy bubbling within him. Pregnant. Well…guess I’ll have one more to love, won’t I?


“Hey Sasuke, I was thinking…” Sakura walked beside her husband, her hand intertwined within his own. He kept his eyes ahead, but his attention went straight to her. “Maybe we could name the baby Itachi. After your brother.” She looked up at him, waiting for an answer. “And if it’s a girl,” she continued. “We could name her Tsunade!” A grin spread across her face and a chill ran down Sasuke’s spine. The last thing he wanted was a child named Tsunade.

“How about Haruto, if it’s a boy,” he was rewarded with a pair of puckered lips and furrowed brows. “And Sarada if it’s a girl.” The pink haired woman turned to him. A smile warmed her face and a hand dropped to her stomach quietly.

“Sarada. Sarada Uchiha…” She murmured to herself, giggling softly. “It’s perfect.”

“Well, it’s only perfect if it’s a girl.” He breathed in response, but she was too lost swooning over her stomach. He couldn’t help but smile a little. This child was an Uchiha, his child. No matter how many times he thought about it, he was always thankful to the woman that bore this child.

Sakura Uchiha. It was a name that warmed his heart; sent great waves of relief washing over him and his every thoughts. Together, they were raising a family.

That fact alone was enough to make him the happiest man in the world.

Thank you…Sakura.

Two Wings to Fly [pt.1]

Originally posted by shitjeon

wingman!au: you just wanted to help Namjoon get a hook-up in the form of Kim Seokjin, but now look at you ending up entangled with three borderline legal guys, who all exist to either make your life hell, heller, hellest. 

genre: romcom

warnings: [m] curse words, mentions of sexuality, smut (later parts)

pairing: reader/you X maknae line (jjk, pjm, kth) || mentions of NamJin

words: 3128

chapter updates: every Saturday 9 p.m. CET

foretaste;

Now, let’s say you’re trying to help your best friend, who just dropped the news to you to be gay, to find a boyfriend, and while doing so, you have to struggle with three guys catching your attention, and you catching their attention. Every day after encountering them you surely only tell yourself this: “I should have stayed in bed, and never asked stupid questions”. Why? Oh well…

“Jin hasn’t been dating for years, I think we really have to give these two a push, don’t you think?”Jeon Jungkook, the cute medicine first year with a charming smile and always being helpful, however, what even is his sexual orientation?

“You know, if you weren’t so miserably cute, I’d already have the best mark in class and a head start in journalism.”Park Jimin, the sly and utterly attractive journalism third year, who has taken enough interest in you to not immediately make your life a living hell, well, kind of.

“I always question myself, if I would have been happier, if everything just stayed the way it used to before … you, me, and maybe even the piano.” Kim Taehyung, the ex-boyfriend, who has nothing else to do, but to pop right back into your life, making old feelings hit you yet again.

And somehow, you can only have one or none: yeah, you really should have stayed in bed.  



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