will be on my phone for the rest of the day

hazylucozade  asked:

Hey idk if you are still looking for prompts because I scrolled pretty far back, but if so, how about "that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard let's do it" or ”it’s a long story that involves a lot of blood, a couple squirrels, and one hell of a headache” for any of the foxes? Thanks, I love love love your writing and I've really enjoyed looking through your blog!

I’m always accepting prompts! And thank you so much for the lovely compliments! I hope you enjoy! This is basically a shitpost in fic form. It’s a crack fic. I’m not even sorry. Also you probably need to suspend a lot of disbelief for this; just roll with it

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard; let’s do it”

Neil is still trying to get the hang of his new phone. Nicky had insisted that he upgrade to this century and had practically dragged Neil to the mall to purchase an iPhone. The rest of the Foxes were more than happy about the change, some money even exchanging hands, but there’s so much going on with his phone now. Before, all Neil had to worry about were text messages and phone calls, but now there’s a bunch of apps that Nicky keeps trying to teach him. He thinks he’s starting to get a handle on Snapchat thanks to the daily snaps from Allison. At the very least, he’s no longer confused by the way they disappear after opening them. And Instagram seems easy enough, so Neil tries to keep track of that so he can see Renee’s posts from around the world.

Neil can admit that the ESPN app is great. It’s set up to send him notifications for Exy news and score updates. It’s that app that is currently dinging at Neil as he makes his way across campus. The trade deadline is coming up for the National Exy League, and Neil’s been trying to keep up and follow the changes. After Neil reads the latest update, the striker tries to see the current NCAA standings, but his new phone isn’t cooperating. He bats at the screen a few times, but when it finally switches over to NCAA Exy, it’s the news page. Neil lets out a frustrated noise and is about to just give up when a headline catches his eye.

Neil scrolls through and reads the article the whole way back to Fox Tower. He still has his phone out and the page open as he unlocks the door to his dorm. The room is full of people, but Neil has learnt to be unsurprised by that. Nicky and Aaron are in the beanbags, a video game of some sort blaring on the television. Kevin is sprawled out on the couch with his laptop in his lap while Andrew is perched on his desk by the window.

“Hey, Neil,” Nicky greets, not taking his eyes off the game he’s playing. “How was class?”

“Did you guys know someone tried to steal the University of Texas’ mascot last night? Not the costume; the actual longhorn.”

“How unoriginal,” Nicky says. “That’s like the oldest prank in the book. I mean everyone’s—”

Nicky cuts off as he finally draws his eyes away and meets Neil’s, his face contorting into a mix of guilt and regret. The backliner opens his mouth again, but whatever rambling remedy was on the tip of his tongue, he swallows it down and snaps his lips shut. When no one else in the room has anything to add, Neil resigns himself to his desk. He can feel Andrew’s eyes boring into his cheek, but the striker focuses on outlining his upcoming essay until practice.

The news story gets forgotten, blurred away by drills and bickering freshmen and a scrimmage. But it’s still nestled a place in the back of Neil’s mind, niggling in the periphery of his thoughts persistently. By the time he’s changing out after practice, it’s made its way back to the forefront.

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So my family is a bit messed up but I have this one Grandmother who lives alone on the side of a mountain in Wales and she found out I was trans by accident somehow and totally surprised me one day by emailing me and using my new name and I was like HOLY SHIT HOW DOES SHE KNOW?! because after the rest of my family kind of fucked me off I decided not to tell her as she’s a bit mental and I’ve not seen her for years.

Anyway, that was a few months ago and I’d recently floated the idea of going to visit her for the first time since my Grandfather’s funeral and she phoned me up at half nine this evening all worried because the local WI is going on a day trip to the local garden centre around Easter and I said I might visit her over Easter and she said she “couldn’t go to bed with it sitting on her chest” as she’s just realised and I was just like… Granny, chill, I’ve not seen you in over eight years, if anyone should be apologising, it’s me. I’ll come another time, maybe in the summer. And she was like, “oh alright then, I just thought, you must be busy, my friend follows your facebook page and tells me you’re always travelling and performing” and I was just like… oh Granny.

I don’t think she even realises she’s the only family I’ve really got left.

It’s been about a week of driving on the road, and Stiles gets to his place and drops his things off. The rest of his stuff will be delivered in about another week. 

Stiles stands in the stillness of his tiny apartment and closes his eyes, takes in the quiet, a quiet he hasn’t heard and felt in a long time, when his phone dings.

Stiles opens his eyes, sees it’s text from Scott asking if he made it by the time he said he would. Stiles answered he made it, and then shuts his phone down, and proceeds to lay down on all the blankets he brought with him - his bed won’t be there for a few more days, at least - and sleep.

It’s night when he wakes up, and the street lights are shining into his apartment where he lay in the almost bare living room. Stiles turns on his phone, and this time his heart skips a beat - and Stiles doesn’t quite know why - when he sees the text he’d been expecting from Derek:

Have you made it? Do you want to meet up? 

It was sent an hour ago. Stiles replies back, saying he did and he would, but since it’s night time, they could meet tomorrow?

But Derek replies back a few minutes later that he wouldn’t might meeting up that night. It’s only 7PM, and so Stiles agrees and they agree to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks from where Stiles lives - Derek has been living in D.C. for a few months now, and ever since Stiles told Derek where he would be living, Derek made a point to get to know the area around it. Stiles found that oddly sweet, but he would never tell Derek that. 

Stiles’ heart is beating wildly as he leaves, locking his door behind him. He hasn’t seen Derek in over a year now. They’ve talked over the year, actually they’d talked quite a lot in the past few months, especially, but Stiles hadn’t been face to face with Derek in well over a year. 

Stiles feels and equal measure of excitement and nerves. He feels almost jumpy as he heads down the stairs in his apartment building, and then out into the warm summer night D.C. air. 

He texts Derek that he’s on his way, and Derek texts back that he’s already there, waiting outside. 

Stiles gulps and licks his lips, and walks faster, pocketing his phone.

Stiles is away from the only home he’s known for 18 years. But he feels oddly free. He misses Scott, his dad, everyone like crazy, but he also feels less…heavy. Less like he was drowning. Stiles still looked around him surreptitiously, not able to shake off the habit from almost two and a half years of danger and destruction happening to and around him, but the air is quiet, people barely spare him a glance. 

It feels wonderful.

Stiles is able to breathe

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. 

When he rounds the corner to the coffee shop, he freezes, his inhale sharp when he sees Derek standing outside, and then it feels like his heart trips over itself when Derek hears him and turns towards him, and they lock eyes. 

Derek looks good. He looks as relaxed as Stiles felt. Derek was still in the tight jeans that Stiles remembered him wearing all the time (and damn, they always made Stiles stare a little longer than he should have) but his shirt looked soft and comfortable, and it was a light purple color that made Derek look absolutely…amazing. 

And he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket. He wasn’t standing with his arms over his chest. They were at his sides, just hanging, relaxed. He also wasn’t scowling. He was grinning. At Stiles.

And Stiles found himself grinning back. He let out a shocked laugh, and then he was walking fast toward Derek, who started walking toward him too. 

Stiles sped up the last ten or so feet, and then Stiles was practically jumping into Derek’s awaiting arms, and Derek gave a small “oof” as if Stiles, fragile human that he was, was able to knock the breath out of Derek. 

“Sorry,” Stiles murmured. 

But he felt Derek shake his head and wrap Stiles up firmly in his arms, and Stiles breathed out softly, tightening his arms around Derek’s shoulders and resting his cheek against Derek’s.

“I missed you,” Stiles whispered, surprised he let that slip out. But he did nothing to take the words back. 

“I missed you, too,” Derek said, and Stiles shivered. He and Derek had mostly texted over the past year, and the last time they had talked on the phone had been months ago. Stiles had missed his soft, beautiful voice. It was like honey to Stiles’ ears.

Two and a half years. That’s how long Stiles had basically lived in hell. 

But now….now, Stiles was getting out of it. With Derek, who actually picked Stiles up enough that Stiles was then on his tippy toes, somehow bringing Stiles closer in his arms, and Stiles huffed out a laugh. 


“Shh, just enjoy it,” Derek murmured. 

“Can’t imagine the Derek I knew saying that,” Stiles whispered. Even at the end, before Derek left, when he was in such a good place, he hadn’t quite been like this. So happy. So relaxed. So ready to hug someone. And hug them closely, for that matter. 

“Yeah, well…some time away helps,” Derek murmured, and Stiles felt his heart beating faster when he felt Derek brush his lips lightly against Stiles’ neck. 

“Good thing I’m getting some time away, then,” Stiles murmured. And then after a long moment, “with you,” Stiles said. 

He felt Derek inhale sharply, and then the arms around him tighten. But it didn’t feel restrictive. It felt amazingly comforting. Stiles felt warm, safe. Relaxed. And maybe even a little bit happy.

“I’m glad you’re getting time away, too. With me.”

Stiles smiled, buried his smile against Derek’s shoulder, and then decided to hold on to Derek just a little longer. 

He didn’t feel the need to be anywhere else. 

Absolutely Disgusting Shippy Starters
  • "I got you a little something..."
  • "You look adorable in that."
  • "Flowers? For me?"
  • "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
  • "I know you had a long day, so I took care of dinner."
  • "I did a little shopping at the naughty store."
  • "Let's cuddle and be sluggish all night long."
  • "Did I tell you you're beautiful, today?"
  • "I already ordered pizza for tonight."
  • "Candles, rose petals and champagne? What's the occasion."
  • "I can't believe that you fell in love with me."
  • "What is the one thing you absolutely, positively wanted?"
  • "Time to bury ourselves in blankets and ignore the rest of the world."
  • "Gimme that phone. It's getting shut off."
  • "You did all this for me?"
  • "Normally I hate surprises, but you did good."
  • "You just made my terrible day not so terrible."
  • "I will protect you, no matter what."
  • "Let's get a little tipsy for science."
  • "Wow. You look amazing."
  • "If it wasn't for the fact that I am so happy I would be suspicious right now."
  • "I love you so much."
  • "Shall we climb into bed?"
  • "You tried and that's what counts."
  • "I just want to curl up into your arms and sleep for days."
  • "I just have one question for you; ice cream or popcorn?"
  • "We should go to the festival!"
  • "You're not going anywhere without me. Especially anywhere dangerous."
  • "How would you feel about getting married?"
A Way to You Again: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Angst

Word Count:  2153

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Steve to the rescue!  I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by supergayys

Originally posted by madqirl

I grumbled sleepily as I turned over in the bed. Another morning – another terrible hangover. It had been a few days since my phone conversation, or lack thereof, with Bucky – and he had been silent ever since. Today was the last day Nicole could stay with me as she needed to get back to her life, her family, and her job. She begged me to go with her, but I had politely declined. I needed to find my footing again and figure out what my next step was. There was no way I could go back to Stark Tower – not after everything that had happened. I sighed to myself as I stared at the ceiling. I could hear talking in the other room which I tried desperately to ignore until a knock at the bedroom door caused me to angrily huff, “What?”

“You have a visitor,” Nicole called through the door. My heart jumped as I shot up in the bed just in time for her to open the door. “Captain America?” Nicole asked jokingly.

“My friends call me Steve,” he responded as he looked at her with a grin before turning his gaze to me – the grin slipping from his face.

I smiled weakly at him – the sudden spike of adrenaline mixed with my hangover was making the room tilt in an odd way. “Hey Stevie,” I muttered before laying back down in the bed and ignoring the presence of both Steve and Nicole.

“And she’s just been like this?” Steve asked in the other room. It was a few hours later and I was fully awake, but unwilling to leave the room out of pure embarrassment.

“For days now. I’m honestly not sure when she’s been sober during the last week,” Nicole replied. I scoffed. That was a little overdramatic. I drank every night to help myself sleep – I had just always happened to drink enough to feel horrible the next day. “What about your friend? This Bucky?”

“He’s absolutely miserable. Shuts himself away from everyone else. Snaps every time someone tries to talk with him. He hasn’t been like this in a long time,” by the sound of his voice Steve was certainly concerned. I was too – I couldn’t help but feel a sudden urge to jump in my car and go to him.

“Do you know exactly what happened?” Nicole asked pointblank. I could always count on her to cut through the shit and get to the bottom of the problem.

“He won’t talk to me about it. He just tells me it’s his fault and that he’s miserable without her. Has… has Y/N said anything?” he asked uncertainly.

“It’s probably best that you talk to her about it… So you um… don’t really mind staying with her?” I bolted upright at this. I didn’t need to be passed off like a child – I was capable of taking care of myself. I pushed off the bed and stomped into the living room. As I opened my bedroom door Nicole was picking up her bags and already turned towards the front door. I stopped and awkwardly cleared my throat. I felt all the anger leave me in a rush; I really didn’t want her to go. She turned to face me and gave me a smile before dropping her bags and taking the remaining steps to close the distance between us before giving me a bone crushing hug.  “Take care of yourself, sis. I can try to come back soon,” she added nervously as she pulled away and looked at me.

“I’ll be fine,” I answered meekly.

“You always are,” she responded as she turned and grabbed her bags before making her way to the door.

An awkward silence fell on the room once she had left. Steve turned to look at me – his eyes already asking the questions that had been running on repeat in his brain. “So…”

“Are you hungry?” I interrupted. I knew I was in for an interrogation, but I wasn’t about to let it start without getting some food.

Steve shook his head in exasperation. “If I say no will it help me get the answers any faster?” He couldn’t help but let a grin tug at the corners of his lips.

“Nope,” I grinned back at him.

“Okay fine – you lead and I’ll follow,” he answered reluctantly.

“Why did you run off?” Steve asked as he set the plastic menu on the table. I sighed heavily –so it was straight to business then. I had hoped that maybe we could get through dinner with pleasant conversation and hold off on the heavier conversations until later. I motioned for the waitress to take our orders. Once she was gone I picked up my untouched glass of whiskey and swirled the ice inside it lazily.

I peeked up to see Steve staring at my intently. He wasn’t going to let me off the hook. “It… it doesn’t matter Steve,” I tried my best to be nonchalant but my attempt landed flat.

He scoffed – obviously annoyed. “It does matter and you damn well know it,” he replied impatiently.

I rolled my eyes at the severity of his tone before meeting his eyes and realizing the hurt that laid behind them. “I’m… I’m sorry Steve,” I muttered into my glass. “Everything just got so messed up.”

“Y/N, what happened? I can’t help fix it… if you won’t tell me,” he answered earnestly as he reached across the table and placed his hand reassuringly on mine.

I swallowed hard – it would be harder to tell Steve than it had been Nicole. I looked at him with a sad smile on my face. “I… I love him Steve,” I whispered sadly as I shrugged my shoulders.

This was obviously not what Steve was anticipating. His eyebrows shot up before he regained composure and a soft smile formed on his face. “Well that’s not so bad is it?” He asked shyly.

“Did you know he was sleeping with Nat?” I asked absentmindedly. Steve’s jaw dropped open – a slew of half-words falling out. “She said it stopped around the time he started spending time with me,” I added thickly.

“Oh that fucking idiot,” Steve whispered under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair. It was my turn to be shocked – Steve never swore.

“Steve?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t tell me… wouldn’t tell me why you had left or what was wrong.” He was shaking his head angrily as he spoke. “I didn’t know about Nat – I had no idea, but I did have an idea about you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity had peaked over my misery.

“He started to change about five months ago. At first it was subtle, but it started to become much more noticeable. No one else noticed, because no one else knows Bucky as well as I do. I’d catch him daydreaming… He’d smile for no reason… He was just lighter… happier. For the first time since the War I had that young kid from Brooklyn back as my best friend,” he explained as he shrugged sadly. I suddenly became acutely aware of the indention my teeth were making in the side of my cheek. Even as he spoke I felt the butterflies that I always had when I was around Bucky. When we were together there was an undercurrent of excitement like some sort of spastic electricity that I could never explain or reason out – even to myself.

“I miss him,” I answered quietly as I fidgeted with the food that the waitress had set in front of us.

“He misses you. Listen – I’m not telling you to forgive him. Hell, I still plan on getting the full story from him, but come home. Please?” Steve reached across the table once again to squeeze one of my anxious hands. I looked up and lost my resolve in his sad blue eyes. There was no way I could say no.

“I can’t get hurt again Steve. I promised myself.”

“I know – I promise I won’t let it happen, okay?” He smiled sweetly at me as I nodded. Of course Steve was right – I needed to hear Bucky out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to head back today?” Steve asked as he raised an eyebrow curiously.

I shook my head as I continued looking forward. “I agreed that I will hear him out, but I don’t want to go back today. The drive is too long and I need to pack.”

Steve rolled his eyes playfully. His mood had definitely improved since I had agreed to go back to Stark Tower, but he was going to have to wait one more day. I wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared today after his surprised visit. “So what do you want to do today?” he asked as he spun on his heel and looked at me.

I shrugged. “We could go to the beach for awhile. The weather’s pretty nice. The ocean here is just so much better than what we have in New York,” I responded.

“Deal,” he responded as we continued our journey back to the cottage.

“I know you’re mad at Buck for not telling you everything, but maybe you should meet him halfway?” Steve said as he stared at me from across the little fire we had built in front of the cottage. The sun was starting to set as the evening waned into night. “I just mean,” he added as he raised both of his hands in response to the look I had given him. “Did he know you had a sister?”

I sat quietly as I diverted me eyes from him. He had a point. “No,” I mumbled back.

“And I’m assuming you didn’t tell him for a good reason?” he added.

“Yeah,” I responded as I chewed on my bottom lip. I had tried to keep my life before the Avengers separate from my new life. It was relatively easy. My parents had both died so it had just left Nicole, who had agreed with my reasoning for the safety of her own family.

“Well I think I’m going to head to bed since it will be an early morning,” Steve announced – breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between us.

“Yeah good idea. I think I will too,” I mumbled. We put the fire out and headed wearily to our rooms. I feared that it wouldn’t matter how tired I was – the amount of nervous energy running through my mind and body was sure to keep me awake.

I blinked wearily – trying to wake myself up as we weaved in and out of cars on the freeway. Just as I had predicted I didn’t sleep the night before, making for a very long drive back to New York City. We had had several close calls from my less than stellar reflexes that left Steve grumbling in the passenger seat.

“Y/N! Stop!” Steve yelled as I slammed on my brakes and veered off the road. Traffic had come to a sudden halt and my internal monologue had prevented me from noticing. I put the car in park and shakily placed my head on the steering wheel with a groan. “Okay – that’s it. I’m driving,” Steve announced sternly before unbuckling himself and exiting the car. I sighed in frustration. There was no reason to argue with him after I had almost killed both of us.

“Fine,” I muttered as he opened the door and I unbuckled myself before exiting the car. I stomped to the other side of the car and threw myself into the seat – slamming the door behind me.

“You done?” Steve asked through a chuckle.

“Yes,” I muttered as I shed my hoodie before buckling my seatbelt. I wadded the hoodie into a makeshift pillow and placed it between my head and the window before closing my eyes. Maybe I was tired enough to rest for awhile. “Steve?” I asked as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“Yeah?” he responded as we pulled back onto the highway. We had about four hours left before we reached the city and there had been something I had been meaning to ask Steve.

“Something has… er… well I’ve been wondering something ever since you showed up…. Why did you come instead of Bucky?” I didn’t immediately receive an answer from him so I peeked through my lashes to see him clutching my steering wheel with white knuckles. I had the sudden fear that he would snap it in two.

He chuckled nervously. “Well… I thought I was less likely to get punched than he would,” he responded before falling into an awkward silence.

“And?” I asked as I lifted my head and turned to look at him.

“Well Bucky doesn’t exactly know that I am with you,” he responded nervously as he turned to give me a wink.


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the date is december 21st, 2018. i look up from my phone as my train slows for the next stop. my friends gather around me, one question on their lips. “are you done hyping up wonho’s songs?”

i turn my phone around. there, on the screen is a playlist titled “wonho’s songs.” i close my eyes before ascending to another celestial plane to live out the rest of my days as a gaseous being, hyping up the three songs he’s been credited for. my friends never see me again.

Here for the case?

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam
Word count : 1,275
Author : Mel

Part 2 of Say My Name.

It had been a long, and rather miserable year. Walking away from Dean had been hard. Heading to the bunker, had been hard. You had more than you could carry since you’d had a home, and couldn’t take everything with you. So you had grabbed what you needed, and left the rest. You got in your long ago abandoned car, and drove off.

You’d message Sam from time to time, just to let him know you were alive. If he tried to steer the conversation towards anything more, your phone went off and you’d not respond when it went back on.

The only time you spoke to him more than that, was when you got injured and needed to lay low for a few days. You had been gone four months, and he was just leaving with Dean for a hunt. He left the garage unlocked for you to sneak in after they left. It killed you, but you went. You expected everything to be different, but nothing had changed. Not even the room you had shared with Dean. He hadn’t even touched your things. He had left everything in it’s place, which made you tear up.

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Just Because

Anon Requested:  20&45 drabble with kookie? Smut?

God my smut skills are shit, I’m sorry you guys idk why I can’t make a decent smut.

Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1563

Warnings: Smut

“Did you just throw that at me?”

“Just because.”

You knew that when you got into a relationship with Jungkook that his attention could never be 100% on you, you knew that, you accepted that, but when he actually had a few days off you would think that he wouldn’t stay on his phone all day.

You were excited when Jungkook called you because you haven’t talked to him in little under a week due to promotions and everything, you came right over unlocking the dorms front door with the key Jungkook had gave to you and walked right in hoping to see your boyfriend waiting for you, but no. He was sitting on the couch, tv on and feet resting on the small ottoman in front of him. You closed the door signaling that you walked in, you expected at least a small glance at the very least, you questioned why he even called you over to see him if all he was going to do was keep his nose buried in his phone.

You sat down on the other side of the couch he was sitting on and decided not to say anything. The silence got old to you real fast, you wished the silence caressed your skin like the small breeze from the air conditioner against your skin did but it didn’t. You felt irritation grow inside of you and a part of you wanted to just get up and leave because you didn’t even think he would have noticed. Just as you huffed out a breath of air Jungkook dropped his legs from the ottoman, eyes still glued to his phone, fingers tapping away mindlessly to whoever he was texting.

Who was he texting? What was so important that he had the nerve to ignore you? He stood up from his spot and you understood that he was now walking away. Every step he took you found yourself get angrier, you didn’t think you’d be this angry with him, you’re not the type of girlfriend to be needy or clingy and get angry at every little thing he does but today and not having any contact with him in a week has got you frustrated and the lack of attention and communication only made it worse.

You never liked to fight with Jungkook, you never pushed him or got physical with him so you did the only thing logical. You turned around quickly, clutching on a pillow that was behind your back and chucked it as hard as you can. You don’t know what you were aiming for, you really wanted to hit his phone out of his hands but you knew if you actually succeeded in that and he dropped it and it happened to break that he surely wasn’t going to speak to you today. The pillow was easy to throw, it wasn’t extremely soft and was fairly firm so when it hit the back of Jungkook’s head his head jerked forward and as if it was in slow motion you saw his head raise back up, phone get tucked back in his back pocket and his body soon turn around to face you.

Your head instantly snapped to the tv before his eyes had the chance to land on you, you dropped any emotion you had on your face and focused on not looking at his expression whether it be amused or irritated. “Did you just throw that at me?” He asked, you felt relieved when you heard that there was no annoyance in his tone of voice. You glanced at him quickly before diverting your eyes back to the tv and shrugging at his question. “I don’t know did the pillow just magically levitate and decide to hit you in the back of the head?” You said, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your mouth.

You could see from the corner of your eye that Jungkook had leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he continued to stare at you who was still maintaining your focus on the television. “Why’d you throw it?” Jungkook said pushing himself off the wall and now brought himself towards you. Your head snapped at seeing him move and a big smile just appeared on your face. “Just because.” You shrugged again head craning up as Jungkook soon towered over you. Before you knew it Jungkook was leaning over you, your back hitting the arm rest of the couch and his lips trailed kisses down your neck. “Just…because…huh?” Jungkook said in between breathes, his hands pressing down into your hips as he pressed himself into you more.

“Jungkook, why are you-”

“Just because.” You didn’t have to see him to know that he was smirking against your neck. His hand trailed up from your side and found its way around your neck, his lips left your neck momentarily for him to pull you into him for a heated kiss. His lips easily dominated yours as he pinned you under him, hands sliding underneath your shirt and pulling it off all while he pushed one of his knees in between your legs spreading them apart. Your shirt was thrown on the floor and before you knew it your bra was unclasped and joined your shirt. You quickly pulled up at Jungkook’s shirt and he easily slid it off of him exposing his chest.

You haven’t seen him like this in a while so you found yourself staring longer than usual. Your hands slowly tracing each groove in his stomach before looking up at him to see his eyes staring down at you. “What’s wrong?” He whispered before taking your hand in his, you shook your head slightly smiling up at him before utter a small nothing. “We just haven’t-”

“I know.” He quickly interrupted, a sad smile appearing on his face. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head again telling him it was okay before pulling him down to you to reconnect your lips to his. Your hands took no time at all to work with the button and zipper on his jeans and helping him tug them down. They were only half way down when he reached for the waistband of your leggings. He easily slipped them off of you quickly pulling your lace panties off right after and finally pulling down his jeans and boxers tossing the clothes along the floor with the rest. You both were completely bare for the first time in what felt like forever, Jungkook eyed your naked chest hungrily before reaching up to run his soft hands over your chest. His lips found their way onto your neck trailing down love bites, you wrapped your legs around Jungkook’s waist pulling him in closer to you as your hands ran up his stomach, and you felt his stomach muscles tense under your hands and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “Oh you think that’s funny?” Jungkook breathed out pulling away from you quickly. “Just a lit- Fuck!”

Before any second thought Jungkook rammed himself inside you not letting you get used to his length which you really wished he had but the pain soon turned into pleasure moments after. It wasn’t long after until you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap under your back and pull you up, he was now sitting while you were straddled over him. “Ride me.” He groaned and you simply nodded, you began to move your hips against him, hands gripped the back of the couch beside Jungkook’s head for support. As you continued to ride him, he began to buck up against you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air.

All the thoughts of being ignored left your mind when he shifted from under you and began thrusting up hard, his hands took hold of your waist in a tight grip and began slamming you down into him at an ungodly speed. You let out a shriek of pleasure from the power Jungkook was thrusting up into you, you could feel your walls already clenching around him. “Jungkook…I-”

“Cum for me.” He groaned out and that’s just what you did, you could feel yourself unraveling around him, Jungkook continued to mercilessly drill up into you at a much faster pace before he stilled, a loud groan escaped his lips and you collapsed against his chest panting hard.

You didn’t know how long you were against his chest, but once you regained your breath you slowly sat up and rolled off of him sitting beside him. You let out a big huff but a smile came upon your face soon after. “You know, that was totally worth you ignoring me today.” You admitted before interlocking fingers with him. Jungkook’s head snapped down to you, “I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“Then who were you texting all day?” You now looked up to him, confusion covering all of your features. “Why do you think all the guys aren’t here? We all had the day off, I just needed them…preoccupied.” You raised your eyebrows as the sudden realization dawned on you, you looked at both of your scattered clothing along the living room then soon turning to face Jungkook again. “Where are they now?” Jungkook looked at the clock, his eyes squinted as he tried reading the time. “They should be-”

A knock on the door interrupted Jungkook before your head snapped over, eyes widening ten times in size.


Originally posted by hohbi

Hi! My request is a fluff for Jungkook where the reader (his best friend) always says I love you in another language, she loves him more than a friend, and jungkook always wonders what that means. So in one bangtan bomb she calls him and hangs up saying I love you and he asks army’s to say what it means and one army tells him on twitter. He loves her too and army’s are supportive, thanks!<3 


 After a long day at work, you laid down in your bed finally getting some rest. Work had been an absolute disaster and you were suprised you actually made it through the day. The phone started buzzing next to you on the bed, making the sheets vibrate. Groaning, you checked the screen to see who could possibly be annoying you when all you wanted to do was sleep. However your face lit up when you saw who was calling, The screen read the famillar name “Jungkook”. He had been your friend since childhood, but you rarely got to see him because of his increasingly busy schedule, all thanks to him being an idol. The two of you still remained close, dispite rarely seeing eachother inperson. You quickly pressed the accept call button and pressed the phone to your ear, relaxing when you heard his sweet voice flow through the speaker. 

 “Y/N! How are you?” Jungkook asked excitedly. After spending alot of your time travelling to different countries, you had picked up a lot of languages, so it took you a second to adjust to the korean he used. 

 “Ive been great, I missed you so much.” You responded, all the tensions seeping out of your body. The conversation went on, both of you talking about what happened since the last call, and about Jungkooks sudden success abroad.

 “Y/N, Im really sorry but I have to go now, We have to go on stage soon. Ill call you again really soon, I promise. Goodbye.” Jungkook said, the saddness evident in his voice.

 “Okay, Du bist derjenige, den ich am meisten lieb habe, Goodbye.” you responded, adding an i love you in german. It had become a habit for you to say I love you in various languages at the end of your phone calls. It always annoyed Jungkook, because he only really knew korean, he tried to learn english at school but… it didnt work out. He didnt know what you were saying each time. 

 “One day im going to find out what you are saying.” Jungkook said before he hung up. Sighing you placed the phone back on the bedside table before falling back onto the bed and slipping into a hopfully peaceful sleep.


 The sound of your alarm blaring woke you out of a fitful sleep. Thought of Jungkook’s voice kept you awake, when all you wanted to do was rest. Throwing your hand onto the bedside table, you rummaged around finding your phone. Sliding the phone open, you turned off the alarm and began mindlessly scrolling through social media, as you did every morning.

 After checking what was trending on twitter you found something out of the ordinary. There was a tag trending in korean, and after reading it you gasped in surprise. The tag read “who_is_jungkooks_mystergirl”. You hurriedly clicked on the tag and the first tweet was a video. It was one of their bangtan bomb but it was of jungkook on the phone. Towards the end, he put the phone on speaker and you hear your voice saying i love you in german. After he hung up he looked at the camera and asked.

 “International armys, can you please tell me what this means?”

 Your heart dropped as you scrolled through all the tweets, exposing what you said. 

 “who ever this person is, they love you a lot!” 

 “awww that’s so cute”

 “She’s so lucky!!”

 “It means ‘you are the one I love the most’ most simply it means I love you” 

The screen blackout and the caller ID came up. Jungkook was calling you. After panicking for a little while you hangup, pressing the red button and sighing while collapsing back onto the bed to wallow in self pity. The secret was out. 

After lying on the bed in utter mental exhaustion the door bell rung forcing you to get out of bed. You swung the door open to figure out who was dragging you out of bed, when your mouth fell open in disbelief at who was in front of you. Jungkook stood in the doorway. 

 “What the hell, why are you here?” You shout in shock.

 “I told you I would figure it out.” He said a smile playing on his lips. Unable to look him in the eye, your eyes were glued to the floor and your hands were playing with the hem of your shirt.

 “Look at me” He demanded gently, his hand caressing your chin and tilting your head to look at him. He slowly leaned in until his lips were ghosting over yours, causing you to freeze in place. He pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, nothing too passionate or lustful but it made your heart run a marathon. 

“Du bist auch der, den ich am meisten lieb habe”

 (I hope this isn’t horrible because i literally wrote this in an hour on my phone under my desk in math class) //admin hayley//

Daddy's girl


Pure smut, children.

Enjoy 😏


Your pov

You were laying down in bed tired from a busy day. Work had you super stressed so you were happy to be resting. Your phone started to buzz and you groaned

FaceTime ‘Baby ❤️’

You quickly accepted it. “Hey, baby girl” he smiled. You’ve missed him so much. Jaebum has been doing shows. Although you both have busy schedules you always manage to work your relationship out perfectly. “Hello” you leaned against the headboard. “How are you?” You closed your eyes. “Ah, tired and stressed. You know I don’t like seeing you like that, baby”

You sighed. “I’m sorry, Jaebum. I have a huge project I need to get done. All of my workers have been acting up lately” he put his headphones on. “I miss you a lot. You’re so gorgeous. I really need you with me” he said while making a weird face. You giggled. “Music to my ears”

“Where are you at?” You asked him. “In New York. Our tour has been going great so far” “You enjoying it there?” You moved into a comfortable position. “Yeah, it’s nice and the food is-” he stopped talking and you raised your eyebrow. “Something wrong?” He licked his lips. “Besides you being in nothing but my favorite panties and a shirt where your boobs are out. I’ve got a problem now” you looked down and quickly fixed your shirt.

“Mmm, don’t be shy now, baby girl” he bit his lip. Your face was still red from embarrassment. “Look at me” he softly demanded. You looked up. “You’re gonna do everything daddy tells you too, okay?” You nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “That’s one punishment when I get home, baby. You use your fucking words. You’re not going to be bad girl for daddy are you?” He cocked his head to the side.

“'N-no, daddy. I’m a good girl” he smirked. “Take your shirt off” he leaned back and watched you. You slipped it off and tossed it to the side. “Set your phone down in a place I’m able to see your body” you grabbed pillows and put your phone on it. “Good, put your arms to your side and listen to everything daddy is going to tell you” you did as he said and looked at him.

He already had his shirt off. “We’re going to play a little game, baby girl. You’re going to stay in that position and not move an inch. Simple, right?” You nodded. “Oh baby girl, I’m going to have so much fun when I’m home again. You know our rules and you broken them twice. Hmm, maybe daddy will finally get to play with your ass. You never let me. But punishments have no boundaries”

You internally groaned. He was right. You didn’t want him anywhere near that area. You watched him while biting your lip. “Spread your legs for me” you followed his order and waited. “I would be kissing your hips and make my way down to your thighs. My fingers would tease your wet pussy over your panties. I know you’d be dripping because you’re such a slut. I can tell you the simplest things and you’re soaked. Daddy loves the effect he has on you” your fingers gripped the blanket beneath you.

“I’d suck your little wet pussy over your panties to tease you. I know for a fact I would have to tie you down for you to stop moving. You react so well. I’d be impatient with the teasing and rip off your panties. My tongue would be deep inside of your tight hole. My fingers would flick over your sensitive clit. I know how crazy you get when I touch it, baby” you teeth tugged at your bottom lip. You were afraid it would start to bleed from bitting it so hard.

“Mmm, spread your lips for daddy” you quickly followed his order. He bit his lip and rubbed himself through his boxers. “So wet, just as I expected. Does my dirty baby girl want daddy’s cock? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you’re not able to walk for a week? Do you want me to fuck you over and over until you literally pass out? I’d have you beg me to quit fucking you because it would be too much for you”

You moaned and wished he would magically appear right now. “I think that’s exactly what you want” you looked down to see the sheet has a wet spot from your dripping center. “Daddy, can I please touch myself? I need it so bad” he pulled his boxers off and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think you deserve to. This should be your punishment. Suffer, princess” you groaned just wanting some relief. Your clit was throbbing and begged for attention.

His hand started sliding up and down his length at a slow pace. “Mm, I wish I was fucking your throat. When you’re so submitting. You have no choice but to take everything I give you. Daddy needs you” his hand started moving faster. You whimpered. “Finger yourself, baby. Imagine it’s daddy’s fat cock shoved deep inside of you, fucking you so hard you’re screaming” you immediately shoved two fingers into your aching hole.

You moaned loudly and arched your back. “Faster” Jaebum grunted. You followed his demand and fucked yourself faster. Your head fell back from the much need pleasure. Your other hand was pressed against your clit. “That’s it, baby. Show daddy you can be a good girl” you looked at him through hooded eyes. It was enough to make you orgasm on the spot. His head was thrown back, his hand was made into a tight fist while he fucked his has fast.

“Are you close?” You moaned louder as you hit your g-spot. “Yes, daddy. Oh fuck” you shouted. “I am too, princess. Cum with me” you fingered yourself faster and squeezed your eyes shut. “Now” you body twitched as your orgasm ran through you. “Daddy, oh my god” you moaned. You rested your head against the headboard. You were regaining your breath. “I need to hurry and get home already. I need you so bad” you smiled at him “I need you, too”

“This month will go by so fast, princess” you did miss him a lot. “I miss you so much. I’m excited you’ll finally be back home” you said while grabbing a towel and cleaning yourself. “I miss you, yn. It’s been so long. I appreciate you being understanding and still being here with me” you giggled. “You’re living out your dream and I couldn’t be any happier, Jaebum. I’ll always be here. I love you” “I love you, baby”

A/n request away 👀

Originally posted by jaesbum

How to study effectively
  • Set yourself achievable goals.
    Never try to fool yourself into thinking you will read 10 chapters every day, run at least 5 miles, clean the whole house and manage 1 huge assignment in 1 hour.
    This won’t work, you know that and you’re just fooling yourself.
    Be realistic. Read 1 chapter, but actually read it, not highlight every word there. Read it again, make a summary of it, close the book, explain the material to somebody else or just write it down in bullet points. Do a 20 minute work out. Clean your table. Write 500 words of that 2k essay (or write 100 words, or 50, hovewer much you can actually write)\
  • Take breaks frequently, but not longer than 20 minutes.
    I am a big fan of pomodoro technique when studying because it gives me a sense of a timeline that doesn’t allow to check on my phone, on my email- anything. Once you decide to ‘i’ll rest for a bit’ that bit turns out to be 5 hours on tumblr and bam - you’re not sleeping at night because your deadline is due. 
    Set a timer for yourself. 25 minutes of reading, 5 minutes break. After 3 cicles make a big 15 minutes break. After another 3 cicles take half an hour. Set yourself the exact amount of time  you will work, and the exact amount of time you will rest. 
  • Turn off your Tumblr/Twitter/Youtube.
    No explanation necessary
  • Understand what you’re reading.
    I can’t stress enough about this one, because in my 4 years of studying in med school i realized just how many people try to memorize exactly what is written instead of understanding the concept.
    Listen, your memory will fail you. You’re not a perfect database that can reach for any data file that you need any time. People forget  things, this is how our brains operate. 
    Logic will never fail you. This is so important to understand to all of you in medicine, that if you understand the basic you can always draw conclusions from that.
    For example, it is no problem for me to answer the question like ‘Clinical manifestation of pneumonia’ because i understand the pathogenesis, and just draw logical conclusion. This is what clinical thinking is based upon, basically
  • Don’t do things just because everybody do them.
    Make notes for yourself, not for a pretty tumblr post. I used to spend a lot of time and money on those but they were less effective than messier quicker not very photo ready notes that i made, but those were actually more helpful.
    Notes are here to help you, not to make an appearance of studying.
    A lot of my classmates spend hours taking notes but once they come to class it’s like they just mechanically copied the textbook without actually realizing what they wrote. Which is why my point of understanding what you study is important in note taking, notes are just a quick summary you can go back to, some details you might have troubles remembering, they are helping you revise not read from when you are asked a question. 

‘All The Fun Of The Fair’

Levi didn’t want to. Described it as ridiculous. “Why would two grown ass men visit a fucking fair?”

But Erwin really wanted to.

He started off slow; a few ‘hook the duck’ games, hotdogs, beer…then Erwin lost control. Dragged Levi around every single stall and played every single game, took them on every single ride. Twice.

After a couple of hours, the setting sun bathed them in glorious pinks and blues, the screams from fast-paced rides surrounding their sedate stroll as Levi chatted about the day out with unknown enthusiasm, a stuffed rabbit gripped tightly to his chest like a talisman.

Erwin knew Levi would like it eventually and listened intently to his husband, a small smile on his lips and love in his heart.


I needed some fluff. Background is wholly referenced because I suck at backgrounds. The rest is the result of staring at images of people walking and hoping it came out alright!

@kittyboo8015 has a longer ficlet to add to this and I’m so fucking excited to read it!

Dating Moonbin

Moonbin as your boyfriend:

  • for some reason, every plan he has to confess his feelings for you seems to backfire. when he finally asks you out after many failed attempts, the members jump out screaming with balloons and confetti the moment you say yes, like “y/n, Will you be my girlfriend?” “yes, of course!” “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOAHH FINALLYYYYYY"
  • he’s always sitting next to you no matter where you are 
  • backhugs 24/7, arms tight around your waist and chin resting on top of your head
  • also hugs where he buries his head in the crook of your neck/shoulder
  • sleeping in one of his sweatshirts anytime he’s away because you miss the way he smells
  • going to buffets anytime you go out for meals because of how much the both of you eat
  • late night phone calls because you could listen to his voice all day (especially when it’s deep and raspy right before going going to bed)
  • he loves playing with your hands
  • he’d send you texts every moment he’s free
  • he’d randomly grab you and pull you to the couch to cuddle during the day and complain that it’s cold as an excuse
  • he’d plan a really nice date but when it’s time to go the two of you would end up getting lost
  • it’d end up being a really nice and cute date in the end anyways, burgers and fries for dinner ice cream for dessert
  • he’d absolutely love playing with your hair when you’re cuddling, combing his fingers through it twirling the ends through his fingers, brushing it over your shoulders
  • he’d turn red and be all bashful anytime you compliment him
  • lots of car dates and movie theater dates because he likes kissing you almost as much as he likes cuddling 
  • secretly pulling you into closets to make out so that the members can’t find you ft. lip biting & ear kisses 
  • wandering eyes and wandering hands (if you know what i mean ;)
  • he’d steal bites of your food when you’re not looking
  • picnic dates
  • him watching you get ready and just smiling
  • his unintentional aegyo
  • shy “I love you”’s before falling asleep

dating astro master list

Sending My Love To You (Yoongi)

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. the rest of BTS)

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff, A Little Bit Of Smut

Word Count: 1,670

A/N: I decided to write a little something to celebrate Yoongi’s birthday. I haven’t done anything like this before but hopefully it’ll be pretty great. Hope you guys enjoy and happy (belated) birthday to the lovely and wonderful Min Yoongi!

Today is one of those days where you should be joyful. You should be having the time of your life with your loved ones. Usually, they’re spending a night on the town, getting wasted with their best friends or dancing at the hottest nightclub downtown somewhere. But me? I’m just here. Alone. In my empty and silent house, standing on a foundation of loneliness and boredom. I have nothing to do but to receive phone calls from my and friends wishing me a happy birthday. It’s not as great as them telling me that in person. I just wish that someone would just visit me or something like that. I don’t like being alone on a day like this. But unfortunately it had to be this way.

I know that everyone remembered my birthday, but I guess they didn’t want to come and do anything for me. What if no one does anything at all? I would be so devastated if that happened. I’m just hoping and praying that someone, just anyone, would stop by here and keep me company for the day.

Then as I’m moping around and about to sink into my bed for the next 12 hours, my phone rings.

“Another phone call? I wonder who it could be this time.” I ask myself as I slothfully walk over to answer it. As soon as I hit the answer button, an ecstatic voice starts singing the happy birthday song to me. She’s so loud that my eardrums rattle and I have to put the phone down before she stopped. I can still hear it clearly even though it’s not at my ear. As soon as she gets finished, I hold the phone back up to my ear and she begins to actually speak.

“Baby! Happy birthday! You know you’re really old now right?” She jokes with me.

“Y/N. Twenty five years isn’t that old. When I turn thirty, that’s when you can start doing those old jokes with me.” I joke back. So my girlfriend of the past five years called me. I wonder what she’s going to do for me today. I hope she makes an appearance at my house.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So how’s my birthday boy doing today? Are you feeling happy?” She asks.

“Well, kind of. No one bothered to visit me today but everyone managed to call me to tell me happy birthday.” I say in a depressed manner.

“Awww. And that’s why I’m coming over right now. I’m like three minutes away from your house.” She says on the other end, making me gasp in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Please tell me you’re kidding? Y/N?” I get happy and overjoyed as my girlfriend is making her way to me. I can’t stop smiling! Finally, someone is actually making the effort to come see me on my special day.

“Nope. I’m not kidding Yoongi. I’m almost there. And I have a surprise for you too so get ready.” Her voice is soothing my ears as I flop down onto the bed. This day is actually getting a bit better for me.

The three minutes have passed and we’re still on the phone. A car horn sounds and that notifies me to hang up and run downstairs. When I’m go outside, I see her standing on the side of her car with a giant bouquet of white tulips, walking slowly towards me. We get into the house and I grab the flowers from her.

“So Y/N. I’m glad that you’re here. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for someone to be here with me? It felt like forever.” I hug her and begin to sob. My tears leave a stain on her white blouse as I pull away.

“Aww baby. Don’t cry. I’m here with you. Now we can spend the rest of your day together. And with no distractions.”

“I guess you’re right. I’m just so happy that I’m not alone anymore.”

“Oh please Yoongi. You’re never alone. You’ll always have me” She plants a kiss on my forehead before taking me back up to the bedroom. Once we reach the bedroom, she locks the door and joins me on the bed, laid on our backsides, staring up into the ceiling.

“Y/N? You told me you had a surprise for me.” I look at her suspicious.

“Yes….” Her voice trails off and she innocently bats her eyes.

“Well? What is it? I’m getting anxious over here!” I stroke her face before stands. When she gets up, she immediately removes her white button down shirt dress, revealing a white laced up corset lingerie set.

“Holy…” My voice gets quiet as my eyes wander down her body. She looks so good right now and I don’t know how to handle all of this. She turns around for me and climbs into my lap and instantly starts to kiss my lips.

Our hands are wandering our bodies as she sneaks to lift my shirt over my head. As soon as I’m shirtless, she starts sucking on my skin.

“Baby, your skin is so soft and pale. I just love it so much.” She cooes as she goes to lick one of my nipples in long, painfully slow swipes of her tongue. I gently stroke her head as she speeds up with her motions. She stops and looks up into my eyes.

“You see, I just want you to have the best day ever and I want to make sure I make that happen.” She smirks and kisses me again, this time in the crook of my neck right on that sweet spot. A giggle comes from her as she sucks my skin, leaving a dark red spot there.

“Well Y/N. Do it. Give me the best birthday I’ve ever had.” We smile as we attack each other’s lips. I hold on to her hips and rub my hands around the small of her back. I can feel her grab for the waistband of my pants, undoing the button and zipper. A hand sneakily rubs over my erection, making me release little moans into her ear which makes her a bit hornier.

As she moves down on my body, getting ready to slide off my pants, she looks over at the clock and her eyes get big and she stops everything that she’s doing.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” I look at her, flabbergasted and confused.

“We have to go right now. Like, right at this moment.” She tells me as she hurriedly gets her clothes and puts them back on.

“Yoongi, get up. Put your shirt back on and let’s go!” She exclaims as she runs down the stairs with her things.

“Okay okay.” I’m getting a bit worried about what’s going on. No one’s telling me anything right now and I need to know.

When I get downstairs, she pulls me out and we get in her car. She immediately takes off and in about ten minutes, we arrive at a disclosed location. There seems to be no one around and that’s not good.

“Yoongi? Just stay here. I’ll come back out and get you, alright?” She tells me. As she heads inside the weird building, I just sit there, staring out of the window mindlessly. A few minutes later, she come back out with a huge grin on her face. She opens the car door and pulls me out. Still holding my hand, she takes me inside. As soon as we step through the door, she covers my eyes with a blindfold. When it is placed over my eyes, my vision goes completely dark. She starts guiding me to where I hear a rustling sound. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m really anxious.

Once we make a complete stop, she takes the blindfold off of me and when I open my eyes, I see a giant room full of my family and friends. They all jump out from their hiding places and yell “Surprise!”. 

I can’t believe it. So all this time, they were planning a surprise birthday party for me. They actually thought about me this time. They do love me.

“Yoongi! Happy birthday man!” A giddy Hoseok runs up to me and hugs me. His signature wide toothed smile shows as the rest of the guys come towards me.

“A to the G to the U to the STD!” Here comes Jungkook, Taehyung, and Seokjin running up to me singing my song all happy and joyful. They all gather around me to wish me a happy birthday.

Namjoon sneaks up behind me and places his hands on my shoulder as Jimin hugs me tightly.

“Guys! You did this?” I say as I’m still standing there in disbelief.

“Yeah. But it was all Y/N’s idea.” Jimin says as they all point to her while she’s standing making some small talk to some friends.

“Uh huh. She thought it would be good if we helped out with the surprise.” Seokjin smiles and waves at her. She waves back and decides to come over to where we are.

“So Yoongi? I think we’re gonna go and leave you two alone. Come on guys.” They walk away grinning as she reaches me.

“So Y/N. You were the mastermind behind this whole thing?” I look into her eyes and hold her hands. She looks back at me and blushes.

“Yeah, pretty much.” She smiles and her cheeks are a bright rose color. Her eyes get big and she starts standing on her tiptoes.

“I am so glad that you did this Y/N. This is the most amazing thing that anyone has ever done for me.” I confess as I hug her and the rest of the guys stand back and cheer me on, shouting funny things making me smile.

“Well, I told you that I was gonna make this the best day ever, didn’t I?” She whispers into my ear and places her head on my shoulder.

“You did Y/N. You did.”


Inukag week
Day one: Protect

A/N my laptop keyboard is not working that well and I am writing this on my phone instead. I apologize for any spelling mistakes or weird formatting ahead of time.

When people saw them, they thought that he was the strong one. He was the one with the sword, the claws, the muscles, and the temper. She was small, poorly dressed, and a gentle soul.

He once thought the same.

He fell into keeping her safe, playing the protector almost immediately. He made sure she was warm, had food, and a good place to rest. She was defenceless and frail in his mind.

While he would come to know her strength in time, he would never stop wanting- needing- to keep her safe.

People, much like he did for a long time, underestimated her strength. Village men were often shocked by her brazen willingness to tell them off. He used to be shocked right along side them, but that all changed one cold wintery spring night.

It was before the kit came and stole her attention from him. Before the monk with wandering hands that she was so wary of that she paid less attention to him. Before the slayer who became the sister she never had. It was just them. A girl who overcame time and a boy who was overcome.

They were in the northern most mountains. The snow came in, unforgiving and harsh. He could survive this. He had often as a pup, but he couldn’t risk losing her to the elements.

He found her a village to stay in. The village was willing to take her in for the night, but the half demon boy with her was simply not welcome.

Inuyasha wasn’t surprised. He knew it was coming. Kagome hadn’t.

She became loud and animated. Kagome was appalled and angry.

“What do you mean he can’t stay?!” She demanded. She drew more attention than necessary and villagers began to gather.

Inuyasha tried to sooth her. He spoke quietly to her. “I’ll be fine,” he murmured. “I’ll come get you in the morning. You stay here.”

She turned her fierce eyes on him. Inuyasha fell silent when he saw the anger covering hurt in her eyes. Hurt for him and anger at them.

She turned on the villagers. She demanded answers that she would not accept. She would not accept that the village would not accept him.

She grabbed his hand in front of all of them. “We’re leaving.”

He wanted to tell her to stay. He wanted her to be warm and safe for the night. But he couldn’t speak. He was suddenly the protected, not the protector.

He built a fire larger than desirable that night. And stayed closer to her than normal when she was sleeping. Right before she fell asleep, she whispered what she felt in her heart.

“I will never let anyone treat you like that. I will never allow anyone to be that cruel to you.”

No one had ever said words like that to him. He felt then settle into his heart and warm his very being. That warmth would never leave him, even when they were separated.

He may have become her protector and eventually her husband, but her very existence was his protection. She protected him in ways no one ever could before. She was far stronger than him, and he would always be thankful he was protected by her.

He may have a sword, claws, and muscles, but he was weak compared to how strong her love is.

I saw her sitting on a ledge gazing at the sun.
Nothing about her felt bright and her worn out smile mirrored her vacant chest.
She wanted to sleep, but the nightmares never let her rest.
I sat back and watched her that day.
She wanted to be loved and it was inscribed on her eyes, but she refuses to listen to what she says she deserves inside.
She has a habit for falling in love with the people who see her as second best and says that it’s all she is.
Me, I’m a ghost to her.
I hide in her shadows and screech when she cries,
Come when she needs me and wait by the phone.
When he calls she tells me she just wants to be alone.
So I run.
Immersing my head in a forest of thoughts,
I’ve grown tired of putting you before my health.
You don’t need me.
Go find yourself.
—  “Second Best” - Tyrell Crane

The lovely @elfiethewicked tagged me to this ages ago, but my selfie game isn’t too strong so here anyway,

 I think it was a selfie, last song you heared on your program music, phone lock screen and phone background screen right?

In case they wanna do it I’m tagging @bahorelly @mariquia @todaysgonebi @sunny-day-sky @wanttodrawmothsfrommemory @consulting-angel-in-bag-end @brohorel @montparnasse-the-arse @courfeyracs-swordcane @thefinaldeathlyhallow @petite-faerie-leader and absolutetly anyone who wants to do it, have fun

TianShan Week Day 2: ‘Dear One’
: He Tian has fallen asleep with his head resting on Guan Shan’s lap. This has never happened before.
(this is just some short drabble! ^^)

Guan Shan had been on his phone, scrolling past various tweets when he realised that He Tian was asleep.

With his head in his lap.

His thumb immediately stopped scrolling down his phone screen.

He froze a little. This had never happened before.

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