why is my bed so nice

170224 Myeongdong Fansign

 Q: Your future lover will be:

1. Older  2. Younger 3. Same age

Yoongi ticked all and said: “I’m ok with all, I don’t mind.”

Q: And what kind of lover do you want to be?

Yoongi: A good person

Q: Can you recommend a song that you frequently listen to these days? Pop song!

Taehyung: Versace On The Floor – Bruno Mars

Q: Baby oppa, congratulations on your graduation! Can you make an acrostic poem with 졸업 (graduation)?

졸: When I’m sleepy
업: I try to stay awake while thinking of ARMYs ♥

Q: Seokjin, it seems that you’re always having fun with maknae these days, what’s the reason?

1.    That’s my mental age
2.    Maknae takes my jokes
3.    I can attack and I’m not scared of maknae’s muscles
4.    I’m playing with him with the mindset of an adult  ✓  
5.    Others 

Q: Oppa, who can be cute, cool and sexy, what do you think about yourself?

1.    Cool/ handsome
2.    Cute
3.    Sexy
4.    On the level that can’t be described through words

Jimin wrote 5. Cheesy…

Q: Hoseok oppa, who have a beautiful smile ♡ What words/ phrase makes you smile, cheers you up?

Hoseok: Oppa, why are you so handsome

Q: Can you say something nice that can give me some strength from my hectic routine ♡? 

Namjoon: Your heart is pink ♡ (lit.: pink light/tone).

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Trans: KIMMYYANG

People don’t take black women with depression or a mental illness seriously. We’re just written off as another angry black woman. Which is why I’m hardly ever honest about my struggle with my own depression. No one believes me. Or even if they believe me, the assumption is that as a black girl, I’m used to living a hard life. So I should be able to handle anything after a couple of nice words & a pat on the back. The truth is though I hurt too much, too fast, too easily. I’ve attempted to take my life twice and I struggle with getting out of bed every morning. I smile and sometimes I’m really really happy. But sometimes I break and everything feels like disaster.

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this week was so nice!!! lectures will end in two weeks and I’m a little sad and also a little glad :DDD I’m gonna miss some of my teachers :’) I’m so tired of studying but I need to keep going :)) I’m really looking forward to the holidays because my dog is going to live in my apartment for a week while my family is on vacation and it’s gonna be so nice

L’Uomo Vouge (Smut)

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A/N: Requested. Hope this is okay. 

Word count: 2,053

“Dude, there’s legit one saying she wants to lick your face while riding you” I laughed, pointing at my computer screen.

Shawn was standing beside the bed shaking his head lightly. He leaned forward, planting both his palms on each side of my body, leaning further down to me.

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REQUESTED - Yes

Request: hellllloooo, i love your writing and i have a request. can you make something with reader X steve with this chat: “x1: wait, how do you know that steve is great in bed?” “x2: we share a wall, so either he’s amazing in bed or y/n just likes to agree with him a lot.” “x2: loudly, and a lot.” - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1,160

Warning: Fluff(?), SMUT! (First one, be nice), Cursing, Unprotected sex (If you really love her, wear a cover)

(A/N): Okay, this is my first ever posted Smut on Tumblr, so, BE NICE, PLEASE. 

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Originally posted by yalica


You had been out for two weeks on a mission and Steve missed your hands tugging his hair, he missed your scent, he missed cuddling you, he missed your soft moans and kisses.

He missed you.

“Why are you so grumpy, old man?” Sam teased, looking at you behind Steve. He didn’t noticed you following him to the kitchen; your boyfriend shrugged his shoulders, bowing on the kitchen’s counter and resting his chin on his hand.

“I miss my girl; it’s hard to sleep without her.” Smiling sweetly, you shooed Sam away with your hand, glaring at him when he rolled his eyes and backed away.

“Good evening, Captain.” You purred into his neck, hugging his back and sliding your hands to his abdomen. Steve jumped in surprise and turned to you, eyes shining in joy as he lifted you from the ground – making you wrap his hips with your legs.

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Still Remembering - Smut

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin


Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,917
AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien​ got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.


Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.

Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.

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Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"
  • me: man i really need to start getting to bed earlier
  • my brain at 1 a.m.: are we gonna have a problem? you got a bone to pick? we've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? i'd normally slap ur face off and everyone here could watch but im feeling nice so here's some advice- listen up biotch
Do Something Already

A Shawn Mendes one shot. Requested by @alone-in-madness

Request: I think i already respuest something but i have another idea🤐😂 you and shawn hate each other so much (secretely in love but things that happened wont let you love each other) but your families are so close, you go in a trip together and because of some mistake you have to share rooms. in the middle of a fight, somehow you end having crazy passionate craving hungerly type of sex and you confess feelings ❤❤❤ LOVE U

A/N: I still don’t think I’m any good at smut, but let me know what you think :)

WARNING: SMUT


It was the weekend I dreaded every summer. I felt like some dumb, stereotypically angsty teenager, but I genuinely didn’t want to go on this family trip. While Muskoka was beautiful, it was also boring. All my friends were still in Toronto for the long weekend, while I was being forced to spend my time at a rented cottage with my family and the family of my parents’ friends.

The son of my parents’ friends was my age, which means you’d think after all this time being forced to hang out together we’d become friends, but in fact the opposite was true. Shawn was the scum of the earth, and the reason I dreaded going so much for what had become an annual tradition. It didn’t matter how good looking he was or how nice he was to his younger sister or the passion he put into his music, he was still an asshole. I felt my stomach drop when I saw him come outside with the rest of his family once we’d arrived at the cottage. 

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anonymous asked:

"Don't be fucking rude!" please? xx

enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

***

We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

Invisible, Chapter Eight

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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word count: ~1650

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The ‘Exchange’ Program - PT2

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: Getting rid of your brother for a couple of months sounded like absolute heaven…until you realised what exchange actually meant. The unfamiliar boy living in your house is nothing like what you expected…especially his looks.

Basic Summary: Your brother goes away on exchange and Jungkook is the exchange student you got, who knew he could be such a good therapist.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance/AngstyAU: Badboy!Jungkook, ExchangeStudent!Jungkook

Warnings: Mention of abuse

A/N: I would just like everybody to know that I am not proud of this fanfic (i don’t know why its so popular) so I’m going to make things different I can at least have fun while writing it!!!

“Yes?” you groaned our tossing and turning into your bed. “Y/n?” Jungkooks voice rang through out your room causing you to sit up right and stare at him.

“What are you doing?” you asked hesitantly, “I wanted to apologise. My behaviour has been awful towards you, you’re letting me stay in your home.

The least i could do is be nice to you and your family”

“Junkook I don’t kno-” you were cut off by your door being open “What’s happening in here hmm?” your mother asked clearly furious, her hands on her hips.

“Mrs Y/L/N, I don’t know. Y/n called me in here and I don’t know” Jungkook whispered backing away from your bed leaving you star struck.“Miss Y/L/N, I did not raise you to put yourself out like this..” your mum went on as you saw Jungkook peer behind her holding in his laughter smirking.

Your anger built up inside of you, your fists clenched as your mum kept scolding you on what God would want you to do.Your family weren’t that religious like others but they were pretty up there.“I’m sorry about this” your mother quickly apologised leading him out of the room. You collapsed back into your bed, a groaning mess.

“Where are your parents?” you heard a low raspy voice emerge from the shadows, “They leave for work early.”

“Shame, I can already tell that I’ll like making your life miserable” Jungkook chuckled sitting at the island table. Your hand tightened around the pan handle, you flip the egg and decide to confront him.

“Listen, we’re gonna be living together for three months. I’m truly sorry for being rude to you at the airport and to my Mum, I’ve been stressed about my college application, I also recently broke up with my boyfriend and sometimes I miss having someone to make sure I wont fall apart every second of the day.”
He was speechless, he didn’t know what to do or say.

“I’m sorry I didn-” he began but you cut him off

“Don’t apologise, you haven’t done anything that bad except making my mum think that I tried to have sex with you”

“Yeah….I shouldn’t have done that…sorry” he apologised scratching the back of his neck.
“Lets just start over” you stuck out your hand for him to shake “My name’s Y/n” he smiled at your gesture and gladly took it.


“Hi, my name is Jeon Jungkook”


Picking at the bacon he dropped his fork onto the white dull plate and stared at you, “Why’d you break up with him?” he asked immediately making you stop eating.

Putting the fork down you decided to lie to him like you did to everybody else, “It wasn’t working out. Plus he has to focus on his football career, I just thought it was better off that way” you smiled at him trying to push back the tears. The memories of bruises were to much for your fragile heart.

He knew you were lying, the only time you decide to lie to someone other then your parents you chose Jeon fucking Jungkook, someone who aspires to be a Psychologist…but he didn’t mention it.

“Fair enough” he stated bluntly “Do I need your permission?” you asked “I’m sorry?” he questioned putting his fork down again.

“You made it sound like I needed your permission to break up with my boyfriend.” You stood up causing the chair to drag out and make a horrible sound.


“No Y/n I didn’t me-” he started but you cut him off again.

“Whatever…I have some work to do so don’t bother me for a while” You finished and walked to the joint kitchen to put your plate in the sink.

Jungkook sat there starstruck from the previous events. He looked down at his hand me down watch and stared at the time. 11:32am it read  “She’s been in her room for four hours” he whispered to himself sighing.“Maybe she needs a snack” he smiled and heaving himself up off the arm chair and headed towards the kitchen.

Grabbing a small bag of potato chips and an apple eh strolled up the steps to your room.Knocking on the door twice he heard you whisper ‘come in.’

He smiled to himself and ignored the butterfly feeling in his stomach.“I thought i told you not to bother me” he walked in to see every single research sheet laying on the carpet around you.

“I thought you might need some snacks” he rested the goodies on your bed and came and sat near you.

“Sorry” you mumbled feeling a wave of guilt take over your body “To be fair you were acting like a bitch” he said looking at you, admiring your angelic features.
You chuckled “I’ve got a lot on my mind” tears began to prick at your eyes, one sliding down, then another and another.

Soon it became a waterfall.“Hey..” Jungkook swung his arm around you and you leaned in towards him. “I’m sorry” you sobbed “There’s nothing to be sorry about, everybody gets like this. Especially the people who have no one to look out for them”

His words make you sob harder of the realisation of feeling alone has over powered your mind.“Remember where you said you ‘miss having someone make sure you wont fall apart every second of the day.’“
You laughed.

“I do”
“Well I can be that someone”

Sweaters
  • KageHina
  • Hinata: this is still so funny, our sweaters are exactly the same, but I like yours better, it's softer and much bigger, can I have it?
  • Kageyama: what r u talking about, dumbass? you've been sleeping in it for a week, so shut up and keep it
  • TsukkiYama
  • Tsukishima: yamaguchi you all right? you've been clinging to me like a koala for the past hour
  • Yamaguchi: gomen tsukki, i just love our new matching sweater, we should buy more
  • Tsukishima: *irritated but excited*
  • AsaNoya
  • Asahi: Nishinoya u breathing ok?
  • Noya: *muffled* yeah, i can live under this sweater forever and wet ur pecs to eternity *continues licking*
  • EnnoTana
  • Tanaka: BRING IT UURRRRYYYEEEAAAAHHHHH *takes off and spins the sweater Chikara's knitted for him during snowball fight*
  • Ennoshita: *screams from the window* HEY IDIOTIC BIG GUY PUT THAT DAMN SWEATER ON, I'M NOT GOING TO BABY YOU IF YOU SICK
  • Tanaka: Y-yes babe, sorry
  • DaiSuga
  • Daichi: Sweetheart where is my black sweater? I put it on the couch last night
  • Suga: Maa, sorry Daichi, it got the kids drools and banana puree, so I wash it
  • Daichi: i-it's new...
  • Suga: shouldn't buy new clothes if you still have one year old twins
  • LevYaku
  • Lev: hahahahahaha Yaku-san, I can't even see you under my sweater, you are so small
  • Yaku: *throws dirty laundy at Lev*
  • KuroKen
  • Kuroo: do you think Daichi and Bokuto will roast me for wearing this sweater? i mean it's an ugly Christmas sweater party, but i still want to look good
  • Kenma: *peeking from his phone* does it really matter? not that you look bad or anything, but you will always look beautiful to me
  • Kuroo: Kozume Kenma.... marry me
  • Kenma: we are married
  • BokuAka
  • Bokuto: Akaashi, I keep losing my sweaters for a month now, no matter how ugly they are, someone keep stealing them *convinced that his sweaters are stolen*
  • Akaashi: *pushes all Bokuto's sweaters in his dresser* maybe you left them somewhere and you forgot to take them back?
  • Bokuto: did I? I mean it's possible but it's still weird...
  • Akaashi: (this idiot, he left them at my apartment every time he visited, why i even bother dating this numbskull owl)
  • MatsuHana
  • Mattsun: so like you are suggesting that we should have sex while wearing each other's sweater?
  • Makki: yeah, that'd be hot
  • Mattsun: you certainly spent too much time with Oikawa
  • IwaOi
  • Oikawa: *rolls around in Iwa's bed* Iwa-chan's sweaters just feel right, the arms are a bit short but i like them so much, it's like i could die happy from this fluffy-heavenly feelings
  • Iwaizumi: nice, take them all, i've been thinking about how am i going to kill you for the past 15 years, now that you said this, i can finally kill you smoothly
  • Oikawa: i have never regret making a conversation this much
The Markjin Bedroom Conspiracy™

i havent reached in so long lets have some fun bc this is my Reachiest Reach of all time in the history of markjin so… enjoy lmao (this is for sana nd camille my markjination gc i luv yall)

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be still

it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

warning: smut (;

questions, comments, concerns.

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There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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“The Language of Love”  Negan x Reader

Word Count: 2,225

Negan x Reader

Request: Can I request a Negan one? Where the reader grew up in France but moved to the US when she was young, but kept her French accent/French as her first language. And she gets taken as prisoner by Negan, but he treats her really well because he’s attracted to her. But one day he just pisses the reader off and she starts to cuss him out in French, and it turns Negan on a lot. And it leads to smut?

Warnings: Smut (oral receiving and giving, no actual penetration), swearing, language kink, I think Negan in general should just be a warning, dom! Negan

a/n: this was a request from someone who messaged me, and I told them I would do it, but I just wanted to point out that I do not speak French. This is all from google translate so I sincerely apologize if anything is not correct!


Originally posted by wildling-heart

Growing up in a country that you were not born in was not the easiest of tasks you have ever had to do. You were originally born in France in a small town just outside Paris, and you lived there until you were thirteen. You loved it there, and once your parents told you that you were moving to the United States (Georgia, in particular), you were not pleased.

You grew to enjoy living here, and everyone was nice to you. The only real problem was the language barrier. You knew minimal English at first, and your French accent was thick. Of course, the other students loved it, but it made it hard for them to understand you, especially when you only knew a few basic words.

As you got older, English became second nature to you, and you barely spoke French anymore. Especially now that it was the apocalypse, none of your French-speaking family was alive anymore, and no one in your group could speak it. You tended to keep that side of you separate from your life now. Life now was different, and you treated it that way. You wanted to put your old self behind and become someone who would survive out here, and dwelling on the past wouldn’t help that.

The only time that you ever spoke French was when you were mad. Oh, man, when you were mad, it came out without you being able to control.

Baisez-vous, je ne vous dis rien!” You spit at the man in front of you. He calls himself Negan, although you’re sure that can’t be his real name. You figure it’s probably a fake name, like what the Governor used. He’s attractive, you’ll admit. The way he carries himself, his beard, just in face in general… Damn. But he was not a good guy. You’ll never let his attractiveness get to you. “Éloigne-toi de moi!”

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About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

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Changes.


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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How Hetalia characters wake up

Japan: what a peaceful day, I hope today that I can relax and maybe take a nice bath and there’s someone in my house again….why is it always me?

Germany: *wakes up at 5am and goes for a power run*

Italy: Maybe if I just pretend I don’t exist…he won’t wake me up…

Russia: *snaps eyes open* oh, what a nice dream of taking over the world…

France: wait, who’s bed am I in?

China: *also wakes up at 5am* ugh, these stupid young people always wake up so late! They are wasting the whole day that they could use to be working!

England: *opens eyes, winces at light* what’s the point in living?

America: *throws of covers* GOOD MORNING USA!!! I’VE GOT A FEELING THAT IT’S GONNA BE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!!

Romano: God I hate everything, everyone just needs to shut the fuck up, the world needs to shut the fuck up, the sun needs to fuck off, and whoever keeps making that fucking noise I’ll kill them…

Spain: *wakes up at like 3 in the afternoon* oh, I woke up early today…

Canada: *Lays awake staring at the ceiling, contemplating* sleep. Pancakes. Sleep. Pancakes. Sleep……but pancakes though…