wow this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time


So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?


  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?


  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet


  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?


  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?


  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.


  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

Tooth Be Told | Hoseok

“Dude, you’re being like… super uncool right now.” Hoseok says, a glare marring his handsome face.

“My heart is breaking at the prospect of not being deemed cool by you, Jung Hoseok.” You roll your eyes at him and he yanks the phone from your hands so he can look at you properly.

“Did I or did I not cover your rent this month when you were short?” He seethes and you jump to your feet, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“I didn’t get paid until 2 o’clock and rent was due at 12 you ass hat I literally gave it right back to you!” You hiss.

“Yes, okay, good but it’s the principle of the matter. You needed me for something and I came through.” He retorts.

“Yeah because it’s my month to pay rent and we’d both be on our asses if I hadn’t.” You snort.

“Dude its a free dental exam what is there to protest? You don’t even have dental insurance so you can’t get routine cleanings, anyway, your teeth probably look like—“

“I refuse to let you anywhere near my mouth. You’re not a dentist and it’s very clean inside there thank you very much!” You say indignantly and it’s Hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“I’m almost a dentist, one that’s offering to give you a free exam while my degree is pending.” He sniffs.

“What a nice way to phrase it—your degree is pending. You mean you’re not certified yet and if you think for one second that just because we’re friends or roommates or whatever that I’m going to—“

“If you don’t I’ll tell Jungkook it was you who accidentally washed your red shirt with his laundry.” Hoseok threatens and you gasp, a hand clutched to your chest.

“You wouldn’t.” You hiss.

“Try me.” He smirks.


“You know,” Hoseok begins, and you’re propped up on his bed, it’s all very unprofessional and half assed. His iPhone is macguivered onto a selfie stick he’s duct taped to the wall so he could have a light while he works and he’s wearing yellow dish washing gloves that you hope are new as he prods and pokes at your mouth, “you actually have really really clean teeth like there’s slight decalcification and some areas that are high risk for cavities but it’s nothing you couldn’t fix with some PreviDent—it’s like eight bucks at the store down the street. Pretty damn good for someone who hasn’t had dental insurance for like four years now.”

Hoseok pauses when he feels your tongue move against his gloved fingers and he frowns, ignoring the slight tingling sensation in crotch—very slight because any shot of arousal is quickly tamped down with the fact that your mouth was stretched open in an unflattering way and he had ample view of your double chin from this angle. He tugs his hands out with a, “sorry what were you saying?”

You inhale, making a gross slurping noise as you attempted to suck residual drool back in, because Hoseok was messy and your jaw fucking hurt.

“For the record you’re a terrible fucking dentist, just drop out now. Jesus,” you say, swiping at your face, and making Hoseok glare, “and also why dentist do that?”

“Do what?” Hoseok asks dryly.

“Ask you questions when their in the middle of fisting your goddamn mouth!” You snap, narrowing your eyes at him, and rubbing your face, “Are you trying to make my jaw come unhinged like y—oof!”

Hoseok shoves you back down with a glare, roughly opening your mouth as he shoves the mirror back in, letting it clank as he goes, “Like I was saying, slight decalcification but back here—“

Your eyes widen when the metal instrument treks back, far from any teeth and Hoseok’s eyebrows raise as he sends you an almost pleasantly surprised look.

“The most impressive part about this entire thing,” he murmurs and he’s long since shed the mirror as he ventured in your mouth, making you wonder just what exactly he was doing in there, “is that you have like literally no gag reflex like—look.”

The noise you make is somewhere between a squeal and a gasp as he presses his finger back, and you grip his wrist sending him a wild look. “Hoshrkdk fuduckek eurdj!”

“What?” He frowns and you yank his hand from your mouth.

“Hoseok, you fucking perv!” You spit, swiping the leftover drool from your mouth and he laughs, loudly, letting the gloves snap as he tugs them from his hands.

“I’m just saying I had my entire finger down your throat and wow just… wow. how is it that you can’t keep a boyfriend?” He snickers and you kick him til he’s tumbling off the bed.

“I hate you!” You sneer, sitting cross legged so you can chuck a pillow at him. “And for the record I would never in my entire life sleep with you, so you can wonder all you want.”

“Why? Because I could give you something to gag around?” He retorts and the words are off his tongue before his brain has time to catch up. Still, he plays it off as a joke, sending you a grin and hoping you don’t notice the way it falters.

He nearly deflates when throw another pillow.


Hoseok only laughs, perching himself on his elbows so he can see you better from the floor. It rubs you the wrong (or maybe right) way that he looks so good even like that—hair messy and pushed off his forehead and eyes red rimmed from lack of sleep. He’s wearing those stupid fake glasses he insists make him look smarter—more “denitisty”

“Well for the record, it wasn’t offered, you missed your window of opportunity in the pre roommate stage when we met at that party,” he nods.

“God, you still remember that?” You grumble, but your cheeks are heated and Hoseok sees.

He grins.

“It’s not everyday I almost drill my roommate through a goddamn wall,” he snickers, using one hand to push his hair back in thought, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a worst case of blue balls before or since.”

“Do you think if Jungkook,“ you bite your lip and shake your head, but he only raises his eyebrows for you to continue, “it’s dumb.”

“Do I think if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted that night,” he says, reading your mind, or really voicing his own thoughts, “do I think it would’ve been a mistake—is that what you were gonna ask?”

You nod.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he murmurs in contemplation, “I mean… I wouldn’t have someone to split half of rent with so there’s that. We probably wouldn’t be friends either so that would’ve sucked.”

“Why do you say that?” You frown.

“Because you were a naive little freshman who I would’ve plowed and then never called back,” he says honestly and you wince at his honest words but you asked, “Not that you’re not hot or almost stupidly funny and cute. Because you’re all of that and I bet you’d even be a good lay, I’m into that real cute inexperienced type and from living with you I could tell you’re prime girlfriend material.”

“I don’t know where you’re going with this but I would like to know how you made all of that sound like an insult.” You say dryly, opting for a light tone despite the pang in your chest.

“Things happen for a reason and I’m a strong believer in—“

“Not this bullshit again,” you roll your eyes before dropping your voice an octave to mimic him, “Im a strong believer in the Universe and the stars and anything that’s not meant for you won’t find it’s way to you blah blah blah. Give it a rest alright?”

Hoseok is quiet for a beat before meeting your gaze, “Are you sad things didn’t work out between us? Or like just sad about how they are now?”

“And how is that?” You implore, wondering where the sudden turn of conversation came from.

“Platonic.” He says honestly.

“I don’t know.” You murmur, and as though there was a force pulling you towards him, you meet his gaze head on, unable to look away.

A silence fills the room before Hoseok asks a question—the question.

“Do you still want to have sex with me?” He asks and your gaze flutters back down to his comforter.

“I don’t know.” You say quietly.

‘Til Next Time

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Reader starts a new job next door to a brewery, which Jensen just happens to be the owner of. 

Word Count: 4395

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, light bondage, drinking, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Reader

A/N: This is an RPF fic with a few slight changes to real life details, just go with it. I wasn’t going to release this until I had at least attempted to write another chapter to this, but since it is RPF Appreciation Day and someone requested I work on this next, here you go. This fic was inspired when this photo was posted about a month after I started a new job next door to a brewery. Thanks goes to @wi-deangirl77 for the read over, for making sure I stuck with this and for listening to my daily musings about Jensen, the brewery, and where my daydreams were leading my mind to. 

*As always, feedback keeps me writing. Please feed my muse.*

The decision to take the job is easy. It is closer to my dream job than anything else ever has been, but it is still so far off from being in the career I want to be in. Yet, somehow it just seems right.  

The back entrance just happens to be right across the alley from the new brewery that had just opened up 8 months ago. It is a big hit in town and a huge tourist attraction.  A distillery in the middle of downtown with a bar and restaurant attached. Yep, instant success. Actually, that has nothing to do with why the job seems right. The brewery, as a matter of fact, is very annoying. There is constantly construction work being done in the alley, which means it is noisy and very distracting from my work. Although the construction workers aren’t all that bad looking, so I’ll deal with it.

Day two of the new job and I’m late getting to work. Off to a bang up start. I pull into the parking lot and as I am hurrying into the building I look over at the distillers and see the owners of the brewery standing outside talking. I smile and nod, but don’t say anything as I hurry past to get inside, not wanting to make a bad impression on the first week.

I wanted to stop, or at least slow down slightly. To gawk if only for a second at the marvelous specimen of a man that was standing just over 10 feet away. I wanted to smile, say hi and perhaps if I was lucky strike up a conversation. Sigh, maybe next time, if there is a next time. I have to be realistic. Owners don’t always stop by on a regular basis. Sometimes they are more like investors who stop by once every couple of years to make sure things are still running smoothly. It is highly possible I will not catch even the slightest glimpse of him again for several more years. I am hopeful though that I am wrong and that he will not be that type of owner.

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The Definition of Perfect

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mild self-hate (sorta), mentions of depression, fluffy goodness

Word Count: 1,363

Prompt: Chuck’s been gone for years, but now that he’s back, and revealing his true self, Y/N, Sam and Dean are hesitant to trust him. Y/N has a heart to heart with Chuck, where he reveals that she too is something special.

A/N: wow I’ve never written Chuck before but after my encounter with Rob Benedict at Phoenix con, my love for him and Chuck has grown. Feedback is much appreciated and I’d love to write more Chuck fics in the future if y’all like ‘em.

Originally posted by castielamigos

Your back was against the opposite wall, not wanting to really face him, any of them really, but you couldn’t stay away. You wanted to know what was going on, what they were talking about, how they were handling the news. You heard the tail end of Chuck saying “I didn’t do that.” Didn’t do what, you weren’t sure of. But you heard Dean give a hesitant “Okay” before he continued.

“People- People pray to you. People build churches for you and fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.”

You closed your eyes, tears running down your cheeks at what he had just said. He was right, all Chuck did was hide in the shadows, ignore it for god’s sake(or his sake.) He paid no mind to anything happening around him.

You heard nothing else after that, your brain buzzing with questions of why he really did leave, why he ignored it all, why he didn’t help when everyone needed him the most, and the one that you really didn’t want to think about, the one that you pushed into the back of your mind and tried to stow it there and ignore it. The burning question of why did God make you the way you are?

“I don’t assume Y/N wants to talk to me?” Chuck asked once it was all said and done.

Dean scoffed out a laugh. “Yeah. You’ll be lucky if she ever wants to face you again.”

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kept {one}

What: BTS Fic
Genre: Angst + Implied Smut
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader 
Words: 2.2k

Jeongguk and you grew up together and has had a huge crush on you since childhood. One night together changes the equation. The question is, is it a good change?

Suggested Listening: My Love - Majid Jordan

A/N: There is implied smut in this fic simply because I’m THE worst at writing smut but after much encouragement (and multiple draft checks) by the actual angel @taecup I decided to post this. I owe you a lot bb, thank you so much for always always encouraging me! Ily :3

“I’ve waited so long for this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” he said in a breathy tone, sitting patiently with his hands crossed and clasped tightly behind him, in the gold ornate chair of your hotel room.

“Did our little Gukkie really think of me that way? I’m flattered.” you twittered pleasantly from the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you were genuinely pleased that he wanted you this way, you had never known. 

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So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Word count: a little under 2k

EDIT: just posted this to AO3 as well.

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

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Dog Catching 101

idk why I wrote this, nobody knows why I wrote this, but here it is

Read more of my fics here!

Length: 4.5k~; Rating: all ages

Summary: When Victor and Yurio find a homeless dog on the street, they decide to take him to an animal shelter. Then, Victor finds an unconventional way to impress the cute employee.

“But look at his eyes.

Yurio looks into the dog eyes. In fact, he looks into them so long that Victor wonders if they’ve having a silent, exclusive conversation. “Victor, you can’t keep the dog.”

Victor pouts. He’s not sure why he’s listening to the advice of a fifteen-year-old, and the more and more he pets the poodle’s soft fur, the more and more blurry the reasons become. “But he’s so cute.”

“We’ll take him to a shelter,” Yurio suggests. “They’ll find him a nice family.”

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Logan Couture - Laugh

Unrequested but dedicated to @morgalin (again) because we met him today!! 

Warnings: None!

Up Next: Ryan Johansen 

Song suggestion because I like cute music: Move my way - The Vamps

Parties weren’t something I typically enjoyed. I mean, I don’t necessarily dislike them, if the right people are there and the right music is playing, but I wasn’t a fan of alcohol or drugs or impromtu sex. It just wasn’t my scene. 

Thus, I was hesitant when my older brother asked if I wanted to join him in attending a party one of his teammates was throwing.

“Uh, you’re sure you want me as your plus one?” I asked cautiously, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the tall man infront of me.

Martin rolled his eyes, nudging my shoulder, “I’m sure. You could use some new friends, any way.”

I scoffed, “Friends are unnecessary when I have you, a dog, and books to keep my company.”

Martin furrowed his eyebrows at me, “We don’t have a dog.”

“Exactly. Get on that, would you? I like beagles.” I stated plainly, picking my book up from the coffee table. 

With one long arm, Martin reached over and snatched the paperback out of my hands, closing it without marking the page. I sat upright, “Hey!”

“Books later, party now.” He said robotically, pulling me off of the couch and shoving me towards my room. “Go get ready, and be ready to go in an hour.”

And with that, I no longer had a choice. My page was lost, my spot on the couch was cold, and my brother was relentless. In an hour, I would be attending a party with a group of hockey players, none of which I knew, and I would be just as out of place as I was at every Sharks game Martin got me tickets to.

And, I still didn’t have a dog.

At exactly 7:36, I entered the large house full of large people, my large brother in front of me. 

And at exactly 7:37, Martin was gone, and I was standing awkwardly in the entryway. 

I contemplated just sitting in the car for hours. Maybe I could fall asleep, or read something on my phone; anything to completely ignore people. In fact, I had just made up my mind to leave the same way I had entered when I was actually acknowledged. 

“Geez, Marty really needs to learn a few things. Didn’t his mom teach him not to leave a pretty girl at the door?” 

I turned, only to be faced with the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on. I felt my jaw open slightly in awe. I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on his face; I was at a loss for words.

As soon as I realized that I was staring, I snapped my gaze to the left. My face burned as I racked my brain for any sort of response that wouldn’t be completely idiotic. “Mom always liked me best, she left dealing with Martin to our dad.”

He laughed, a sound I knew I would have stuck in my head for weeks. “So you’re Y/N then?”

I nodded, a small smile on my lips. “That I am.”

He grinned and held out a hand, “Logan, it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

I shook his hand steadily, an accomplishment I was proud of, considering my knees were shaking. “Is it? I can only imagine the horrible things Martin has said about me.”

And there it was again, that laugh, and I felt my insides melt. He shook his head, “Eh, Marty talks a lot, I’ve learned when to stop listening.” He sent me a smile before turning and walking away, beckoning for me to follow. I sent one last glance towards the door before tentatively following after him.

We ended up in the kitchen, where half a dozen other people were loitering. I scratched my bicep awkwardly as I stared around the wide room, watching as Logan was greeted individually by everyone in the room.

My eyes accidentally met someone else’s, and I immediately regretted it. I turned my gaze towards the floor, but the damage was done, and now I was being approached by yet another person.

“You’ve gotta be the little Joner, yeah?” A canadian accident asked in a friendly tone, causing me to jump slightly.

When I looked up, I was faced with a kind smile and rosy cheeks. I gave a small smile, “That obvious, huh?”

The man nodded, leaning against the wall, “You’ve got the same eyes.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear. I still felt extremely awkward, but everyone’s friendliness made it harder to feel out of place. I laughed lightly, “Gee, I’ve never heard that before.”

He laughed as well, and looked as though he was going to say something else to me, but abruptly looked behind my left shoulder. A big smile spread across his face, “Cooch!”

I turned slightly, only to be handed a cup of a brown liquid. I raised an eyebrow at it, but Logan just laughed. “It’s Coke, Y/N, relax.”

I felt my face flush as I took a sip of what was, in fact, Coca Cola. Logan rustled my hair softly, the sudden affection nearly making me choke on my drink. It wasn’t that I minded, more so that I was surprised. I couldn’t help but be aware of the sudden draft I felt on top of my head when he removed his hand.

Logan and my other counterpart (who’s name I quickly learned was Chris) launched into a conversaton about the Toronto Blue Jays, leaving me awkwardly sipping my soda.

When Chris decided it was time for him to go find his girlfriend, he bid both of us farewell, and once again, I was left to somehow attempt to converse with the beautiful man in front of me.

He scratched his neck, “Sorry about that, I totally just ignored you to talk about baseball.”

“Oh please, “ I laughed, leaning back against the wall, “it’s not like you need to babysit me.”

He smiled softly, “Guess not, but still, that was rude. And I’d much rather get to know you than talk to Chris Tierney about the blue jays,”

I let his words run through my head for a moment. It had been a long time since anyone had shown a geniune interest in wanting to know me, and I needed to bask in the butterflies that he sent pulsing through my stomach for a moment.

Finally, I grinned, “Then start talking. I’m an open book.”

So we stayed in the kitchen for hours, going back and forth, talking about anything and everything we could think of. Every time he laughed, it seemed to resonate in my ears, much louder than the music in the adjacent room. And I noticed, even when he thought I wouldn’t, the way he smiled as I talked, and the way his face reddenned when I casually complimented him.

To say I was disappointed when Martin walked in the room was an understatement. “Wow, you’re capable of socializing after all, eh?”

I rolled my eyes and Logan laughed. “She’s a much better conversationalist then you are, that’s for sure.” He reached over and rustled my hair again, something he seemed to enjoy doing. 

It was Martin’s turn to roll his eyes, and he thumped me on the forehead as well. “Come on, Y/N, get your boyfriend’s number and catch up later, I want to go to bed.” He turned on his heel, leaving me a blushing mess.

“I hate him.” I muttered, standing up from my chair. Logan laughed, standing up with me. I looked at him, hoping that he would say something, because everytime we made eyecontact, I suddenly forgot what words were.

He cleared his throat, “So, uh, would it be too much if I actually did ask for your number?”

I laughed and shook my head, letting my hair fall over my cheeks to hide my blush. I grabbed a napkin off of the table and a sharpie off of the counter, scribbling my number onto the square of paper quickly and dropping it on the table. “There. Just don’t throw it away when you’re cleaning.”

Just for precaution, he swept it into his back pocket, a smile on his face. 

We stood there for a moment, neither of us making a move to do anything. I thought about clearing my throat, saying something, or maybe just turning and leaving. But he acted quicker, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for coming, Y/N. I’ll see you soon, hopefully.”

I smiled, “Oh, definitely. It’s not like I’ll have anything better to do.”

He laughed once more, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that that would be that last time I heard it for a while. 

As I turned to walk out the door, following after my brother, I felt myself pause. I turned back to Logan, who was staring after me. “By the way,” I started, feeling a smile tug at my lips, “I don’t know if I’ve said this yet, but I really, really like your laugh.”

Apollo, Icarus thinks, must taste like sunlight and warmth and summer. His hair is spun-gold, eyes blue as a cloudless sky, and silky-smooth skin bronze with the sun’s kiss. There’s grace to his movements, a fluidity that reminds Icarus of flowing rivers in the midst of a peaceful forest.

He’s like the sun, Icarus believes, as he sees the soft lift of Apollo’s perfectly sculpted lips. The light is almost blinding in its brilliance and Icarus’ breath catches in his throat. Sunlight is supposed to blind, but why does it make him breathless?

Icarus, Apollo thinks, must taste like autumn and cinnamon and sweet vanilla sugar. His hair is a fluffy brown and his fingers itching with the need to run them. His eyes are the color of autumn leaves with flecks of gold. His skin appears soft and delectably bronze and all Apollo wants to do is pull him into a hug and never let go.

He’s an angel, Apollo believes, as he sees a bright smile light up Icarus’ face. His hair forms a halo, the innocence in his eyes painting a picture-perfect purity. Icarus doesn’t need wings; Apollo’s heart is already soaring. Angels are supposed to bring hope and salvation, but why does Icarus make him want to fall?

Apollo, Icarus observes, could freeze over hell with his eyes. The usually summer blue hue darkens with anger and becomes icy in a way that makes Icarus feel as if he’ll never be warm again. It makes him want to reach out and grab Apollo’s wrist, pull him into a hug, and ask who or what had wronged him. He wants to thaw his rigid well-guarded heart and bring summer back into his eyes.

He’s not himself. Icarus recognizes the signs, sees it in technicolor that Apollo is troubled. He doesn’t know what else to do, but to ask Apollo out for some coffee. His heart skips a beat when Apollo smiles that devastating smile of his and agrees. Icarus was supposed to help Apollo defrost, help him become warm again, but why is he the one melting?

Icarus, Apollo notes, is too good at hiding his emotions. The broken smile he wears is brittle only at the edges if one looks close enough. The slump of his shoulders and the nail indents on his palm are carefully hidden by a mask of sunny smiles and twinkling laughs, but Apollo knows the truth; Icarus is a little lost, a little broken and all he wants to do is help him feel whole again.

He’s hurting, Apollo notices as he sits down across from him. The bittersweet aroma of coffee washes over them, but he takes no mind, only looking to Icarus, who has this sad, sad smile on his lips and it breaks Apollo’s heart. He orders him hot chocolate, asking for extra whip cream and milk, the way Icarus likes it. His heart clenches wonderfully at the way Icarus beams when he finds out that Apollo has remembered (how could he ever forget?). Apollo is supposed to be the one to make him feel better, feel like Icarus again, but why is he the one who feels alive again?

I’ve liked you for a long time, he says, and I can’t wait any longer. He takes Icarus’ hand in his and swallows the lump in his throat. Something is hurting you and I just want to help you feel like you again.

Icarus smiles brightly, the pink crossing his cheeks rivaling its brilliance. I’ve liked you for a while, too, he murmurs so softly that Apollo almost misses it. I know you’re angry and feeling numb and I just want to make you warm again.

Wow, we’re perfect for each other, Apollo blurts out and Icarus laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I guess we are, he says and kisses Apollo softly on the cheek. The sun and the boy who fell in love with him.

No, Apollo corrects, kissing his forehead tenderly, the sun and the angel he fell in love with.

- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write write someday #60 // A Progression of their Love through the Seasons x

S4 - How they will confess

Jin: He would take his time. He isn’t sure if he really likes you, but he does likes you, he’s just denying it. Until just one day, he sees you smiling and laughing that’s the time he’ll assure himself, “I do like her…”. Even though he’s the oldest among his friends, he would ask for advices. He’ll be planning out things so it wouldn’t go wrong or something weird. And when he already knows what he’ll do, he’ll become more nervous. He would invite you out after classes. You guys always go out after classes but with your other friends. This time its just the two of you. He took you to the restaurant you and your squad always eat. After eating, you guys stayed for awhile since he said that he wanted to tell you something. “I… I… I like you… Alot.” And with that, he covered his face but peeks at you because of shyness.

Originally posted by nerdyariana

Yoongi: Yoongi would want to do it straight to the point. No more buts. Just directly say it to you. He would approach you but something, more of someone, stopped him. He saw you talking with some guy. It somehow lost his confidence. He would sigh and just go back to his favorite place alone. You, after talking with the guy, who turned out was your cousin (lol wtrdz), saw him, then something just told you like hey follow him. Then you followed him somewhere, he sat on the bench and you heard him rapping about a girl he likes and how he described her. “Damn” you said a bit loud, so he heard it. A little bit embarrassed you went to him and instead of saying sorry, you praised him for his raps and even gave advice in what to do to the girl. He just smirked at you and said STRAIGHT FORWARD, “I wrote this rap for you.”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok: He wants it to be well-planned. This sunshine wants it to be perfect, even if he’s not sure you’ll feel the same or no. He’s really nervous in a good way. Until all of his plans are about to happen while you are about to approach him. He called you to meet with him at some place only you, him and his friends would be, no other people.As you entered this dark kind of apartment, you called Hoseok. When you’re about to call Hoseok for the third time, lights then suddenly went on. And then you saw Hoseok, holding a bouquet of roses. As he comes near you, his friends then sang Miss Right. He then started rapping, “I think I’m attracted to you like a magnet, r-right now… Your-” and because of his nervousness, he forgot his lines. His friends were choking their laughs and Hoseok was embarrassed. But then he said that he likes you so much, handing you the roses that he should have handed you before his friends started singing. You couldn’t stop smiling and peck his cheek. He then was smiling widely even his friends.

Originally posted by sugmon

Namjoon: Namjoon wants it to be simple, confessing like in the books he reads. That day would be a normal day for you where Namjoon takes you out to the park, buy you ice cream and feed the birds, but for him, it wasn’t. He’s nervous, really nervous. So he decided to just say it the next day. He thought it would be easy because it would be just simply taking you out and saying I like you before you go home. The next day, he made sure to tell you how he feels about you. He’s still nervous, maybe more. You would notice his nervousness and instantly ask if he’s okay. He then looks at you like he just got out from another world and tells you that he was okay. After saying that he was okay, you still asked him but you got the same answer. He then invited you to your favorite ice cream shop. You both walked to the bench you two always sat. The memories both of you shared in the same place. The bench that you both vandalized back when you guys were kids. You told him about those days and he nodded and smiled. “I hope there will be more happy and good things that will happen to us here.” you said as you licked your ice cream. Hearing this from you, Namjoon thought it was a go signal. He sighed before telling you. “Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this…” he then slowly holds your free hand. “You’ve been on my mind, you’ve always been. Sometimes, I wonder, what if we’re more than friends? I can hold your hand, kiss you and…” he was suddenly out of words. “I really like you…” 

Originally posted by rapfluff

Jimin: Jimin would be like Namjoon, he wants it simple. But he’s more calm than Namjoon. He’d take you out to the park and buy you ice cream. But something always comes up whenever he’s about to tell you about what he feels. It’s either your mom calling you to come home, activities in school where you’re needed, or his phone always ringing up because his friends are calling and wanted some food. It was always like that, so the confession was always delayed. It bothers him at the same time kind of relieved, bothered because he still hasn’t tell you about what he feels and what if someone confesses first to you, he’ll never be able to tell you about his love, and relieved because the nervousness he’s feeling disappeared, for awhile. Then the next few days, you would be happily telling him about your day, he was staring at you with a smile on his face. You would notice this and ask him if something was on your face. “Do you want to know something?” You were silent as he asked the question. “I like you.” he said as he shyly smiles.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung: He’s a guy who’s active. Taehyung may look like he’s calm and really easy about confessing, no, he’s not. He’s really nervous. He wants to invite you to go play arcade with him. But he can’t personally ask you because he’ll stutter and end up not inviting you anymore. So he decided to just text you, but even when texting you, it will take him a long time. He will start typing on his phone but ends up erasing it. He’ll be doing this for 2 hours, typing and erasing. He got frustrated with himself and ends up texting just play arcade with me argadjfdgfhnh. You’ll be receiving the text and chuckle. Who would even say no right? And Taehyung who was embarrassed because of his text was actually surprised that you replied yes. He’ll pick you up at your house and then go to the mall. After playing arcade, you’ll eat some fast food and talk about life. He’ll walk you back to your house while your hugging the stuff toy he won for you. Before you go inside, Taehyung would get your attention. This was it. “Y/n, I… I…” the words won’t come out of his mouth and he keeps on stuttering. He was about to say nevermind but you cut him off. “I like you.” you said which shocked Taehyung but will later smile as you peck his cheek.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: Jungkook is a shy guy. But there’s a hidden confidence in him. And that confidence made him invite you out to a beach. Well. also because of that confidence, he also invited his hyungs. The best part when going out is the road trip, everyone jamming out to some upbeat songs, but there’s Jungkook, quietly sitting beside you being shy because of some small physical contact like your hands accidentally brushing each other or your arms. Once all of you reach the beach, everyone would be happier and more excited. You’ll notice Jungkook not looking as excited as all of you so you’ll pull him near the water. You’ll build sandcastles and maybe throw some sand at each other and accidentally throwing sand to Yoongi who was just laying down. You and Jungkook would be sitting down at the sand while the others are preparing food. You would notice how Jungkook is breathing nervously. You asked him if he was okay and he’ll smile and tell you everything is fine. He’s like he’s shy awhile ago but then gets turned up then ends up being shy. There was silence between the two of you and while you were staring at the sunset, you heard Jungkook mumble something.You’ll look at him and ask what he was saying, “I like you…” he still said it in a quiet tone but you heard it right. You smiled and place your head on his shoulder as he slowly holds your hand.

Originally posted by missbaptan

A/n: This has been on my drafts for a year, I already planned on posting it last year but because of things, I didn’t. But I finally have the guts to post it wow. 


Yes that’s right.

It’s been a year since I’ve posted on this blog and I can’t believe how far this blog has grown. I could’ve never imagined to have 2.8K followers in that amount of time.

And the number of followers still grow each and every day. I’ve never had this amount of support from anything I’ve ever done before……

This blog has done so many things for me. My depression is gone, I’m actually more organized (thanks to me queue and drafts), I’ve gained so much more appreciation for myself and a lot of other things, and I have you.

Yes, you.

You are the main reason why this blog exists.

I still remember the day when I realized my posts were getting noticed. I was in L.A (wow fancy that), awake at like 3am and I just checked tumblr. And there you were. My first 7 followers. My first 4 notes. My motivation had started from that point.

And every single day from that point. I just kept posting.

Since then, I’ve gained almost 3K followers, I’ve put out over 900 posts, along with 300 others sitting in the queue and over 100 drafts waiting to be opened to the wild. It’s crazy. The fact that I’ve been keeping up with this blog for a year even surprises me. The fact that people enjoy my posts, share my posts with friends, and anticipate more from me is amazing. I’ve honestly never felt so loved in my life. You guys are just amazing and I hope you all stay with me for a really long time. 

because forever doesn’t exist.

But seriously, you are all the reason why I’ve kept up with this blog and the reason why this blog exists. You’re the reason I still exist.

I just really want to thank you all. I consider you all my friends and soulmates.

and i know this is really long so if you guys read up to here i’m also very surprised


Thank You and I Love You All.

Let’s stay together for years to come.

Originally posted by miyu13me

There is Quiet

George Washington x Reader 

Time Period: Canon Era

Words: 2,496 (wow I got carried away there !)

Warnings: Nothin’! Just v sad and vulnerable Gwash :( 

A/N: Hi everyone! So this story has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time now, and I finally got around to finishing it! I once saw a video from the Mount Vernon website about how Washington never wanted to be president, and after reading up on it, the situation broke my heart!

Especially after reading this part in his letter to Hamilton on accepting the presidency:

“I call Heaven to witness, that this very act would be the greatest sacrifice of my personal feelings & wishes that ever I have been called upon to make.”

I debated for a long time about the title of the story, and finally settled on this one! I think we can consider this situation to be Washington’s personal hurricane, after all.

On a more personal note, I actually wrote this up after I got home from Tech Week one day, so this is really me venting a bit and blowing off steam ! ( > u < )

I hope you all like it! Please tell me what you think - I love feedback! Now, without further ado, enjoy! ^ U ^

Originally posted by cjackgifs

“It is my great and sole desire to live and die, in peace and retirement on my own farm.” - G. Washington

On the 15th of April, the year 1789, Mount Vernon was silent.

It was well into the night, and the servants lay asleep in their beds - resting their weary heads after a day hard at work.

The animals had long since retreated to their shelters - the hounds and the horses and the livestock, all breathing in even measures as they awaited the golden rays of the sun.

The crickets chirped and performed their midnight symphony, but all inhabitants of the great estate were so accustomed to their song that the sound only served to lull them to sleep.

All was silent, and all was peaceful.

Then suddenly…


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Rock the Boat and Make a Mess [Josh Washington x Reader]

Author’s Note: I watched Doctor Strange today for the second time. I actually have another fic idea in mind for it already but it might be quite lengthy… and angsty… >.> So in the meantime, here’s some Josh Washington because wow, it has been a really long time since I wrote for him.

Word Count: 1,060

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soulmate! doyoung

i feel a little biased cause like all my posts r about the same people bUT IN MY DEFENCE no ones requesting any other members ;’’’)))


- hmmm ok

- so this is the soulmate au where you have a timer on ur wrist and it counts down the time until u find them

- so when you’re young you don’t rly know whats going on

- like u look at your parents but they don’t have timers

- “mom? whats thi-”

- “omG YOU R SOULMATE TIMER~!!! but you’re so young! it usually doesn’t come until your 19?”

- see, you’re like 13,,,,,and your timer says you’ll meet your soulmate in 3 days 

- aka the first day of school

- you’re pretty hype but you don’t rly know what happens when you meet them

-so for the next 3 days you practice how you’ll introduce yourself to them

- “hey! I’m y/n and you’re my soul- ahhh thats cheesy”

- “are you my soulmate? cause my timer is goi- that sounds like a pick up liNE”

- anyway time skip 2 the first day of school

- u be sweating because it says 1 minute and you’re all sitting in class waiting for the last student to come in

- anD BOOm

- a cutie patootie walks into the class and is like 

- “hello im doyou-”

- he stops cause you guys make eye contact and both of ur timers go off

- in front of the whole class

- the teacher is all like ;)))) and lets u guys sit beside each other

- but its suppperrr awkward

- like 

- “uh,,,,,,,,,hello,,,,,soulmate”

- like the whole class is watching y'all for some drAMa

- but there is none

- like you do admit, doyoung is hELLA cUTE

- and he thinks that about you too

- y'all become rly close but don’t rly “date” cause you’re too young


- all ur friends r jealous cause they haven’t gotten theirs

- time skip 5 years

- you guys r 18 now

- and almost all your friends have found their soulmatezzz

- you n doyoung haven’t rly officially started dating yet



- !!!!!!!!

- like you guys hold hands n cuddle

- but u haven’t gone the extra step

- actually,,,,both of u haven’t even kissed yet


- its ok tho!!! cause doyoung is preparing something big 4 ur 19th bday

- he’s been practicing for months and he’s so ready to show u

- time skip 2 ur bday

- you don’t see doyoung like anywhere and you’re hellA confused

- so like u walk onto the sidewalk and sEE

- doyoung in the streets with a bunch of his friends

- been the curious kid u r, u go over and see whats happening


- doyoung like strumming his guitar but then notices u 

- “this is loongng overdue but i hope you can’t accept it”


- then doyoung starts singing and wow!!! you’ve never heard that voice b4!!!

- u then take in the lyrics and realize that he’s taking about you

- an d how grateful he is to be your soulmate

- and how happy he is 

- because out of 7 billion people, its you thats his soulmate

- he couldn’t be any happier

- so at the end of the song when you’re low-key tearing up,,, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes anD UghgHGughUGhu

- “y/n, i love you so much, please be my girlfriend”


- you guys like hug an,,,,d



- it was so sweet n perfect like doyoungs lips moulded perfectly with yours

- low-key the passer byes were disappointed cause they thought he was proposing or smh but nevertheless!! they were happy :)

- its kind of funny, cause you guys met when u were 13 but didn’t rly consider the fact that you guys were soulmates. it was like a normal middle school crush but much more than that + you knew that he liked you back

- u nd doyoung are actually perfect for each other, like thats probably why y'all r soulmates ;))))))))))




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Sing for Me

request: “Can you make a drabble with #s 21 and 41 and 62? With Yoongi please? And as fluffy as possible? Pretty please with cherry on top? ^^“ ~Anon

21 - I got you a present

41 - This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in

62 - You’re supposed to talk me out of this

genre: fluff

pairing: yoongi x you

word count: 697

AFF link

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever I’m so sorry I didn’t post it sooner! ~Admin B

“Hey dude.” You closed the door to the studio behind you with your foot, balancing take out boxes, drinks and your purse in your arms. Yoongi grunted from his desk. Headphones covered his ears, and he looked like he was adjusting the levels for something. With whatever was playing in his ear, he probably didn’t even hear your greeting.

After clearing your arms, you grabbed one of the boxes and a drink, leaving everything else on the small futon and walked over to Yoongi. You used your elbows to knock the headphones off his head, demanding attention. “I got you a present. The least you can do is say thank you,” you teased.

Rolling his eyes, he took the food from your hands and set it down on the only empty spot on his very cluttered desk. “Thank you, Y/N,” he droned, going along with the joke.

“You really ought to clean up your work space. How the hell do you know where everything is?”

Yoongi shrugged, still typing and clicking away in his program. “Oh hey you wanna do me a favor?”

Skeptical, you leaned on the edge of his desk. “What kind of favor?”

“I’m not going to ask you to put hot sauce in Jungkook’s underwear again,” he promised. “My singer backed out, and all the recordings I have of her aren’t useable. I just need you to record like two minutes worth of audio for me.” Yoongi said it so casually, like you were a trained singer or something.

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?”

This was taking far too long; he knew you could do it. He’d heard you sing along to his groups songs. You weren’t a pro but you were good enough that he’d put you on a track. Finally turning away from his computer, he laid out his pitch. “Look, I need this thing done ASAP, and you’re the only person I know who could do this right now. I can edit out any faults, it’ll take you like twenty minutes tops to learn the part. And you’ll get paid of course, singers get paid to do this stuff.”

You took a moment to contemplate the offer. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Grinning, he rummaged through the stuff on his desk, pulling out a few pieces of paper and a CD. “Here’s the lyrics and the sheet music, here’s the recording with the example of the song. Just listen for the female voice in the back.” After thirty or so minutes of non-stop practice, you were ready. Or at least, Yoongi said you were.

The example track had the original vocalist on it, who was very off key. Yoongi helped you figure out what the notes actually were once you had the timing itself down and got you situated in the recording booth.

With headphones on and Yoongi back in his seat, the nerves were starting to set in. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.” Seeing him chuckle silently through the glass didn’t help either.

He clicked the button on his end and Yoongi’s voice flowed into the headphones. “Just sing, I’m on a deadline babe.”

A month later, when the song had finally been released, you went over to the dorms to have a celebratory dinner with the boys. It wasn’t too big of a deal, so Jin just made a few extra dishes for dinner.  Over the bustle of serving food, Namjoon asked Yoongi, “Hey dude, who did you use as back-up vocals? I might want to use her for the thing I’ve been conceptualizing.”


Hearing your name, you looked up from the bowl of kimchi you were holding. “Yes?”

“No, I used Y/N-ah on the track. That’s her singing.”

“Holy shit, that’s you?” Namjoon asked. Immediately, all the commotion stopped and all eyes were on you.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you could sing like that!”

“That really doesn’t sound like you at all. Wow.”

“You have to sing around us more often now!”

“We have to do a cover together.”

None of them were ever going to forget this, were they?

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barista! leo

anon asked: can you write something with a lot of fluff and vixx Taekwoon?

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long and it’s finally being posted!!!! I hope this is enough fluff? ? ? ?  if it isn’t, feel free to request again bc I love writing fluff, but I hope you like it, anon! ♡
& I really like writing coffeeshop au’s so please be on the look out for more of them in the future! (especially ones about vixx hehe)

as always, request box is always open!

pairing: reader x leo
genre: fluff
warnings: none

Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

  • of course, this latte fairy is going to be the barista 
  • like hakyeon, he makes the best coffee but doesn’t seem to mess up often like hakyeon does 
  • maybe it’s due to the fact that he comes an hour early every day to practice making coffee… 
  • but where does this extra coffee go? 
  • of course he goes across the street to the library where he gives them out to students so they can study 
  •  wow so generous of you, taekwoon <3 
  • the quieter of the three baristas (you can already imagine who the third barista is) 
  • quietly makes his coffee quickly and efficiently 
  • knows that hakyeon tosses perfectly good coffee away, so that “bad” coffee either goes to him or he tucks it away into the fridge so he can give iced coffee to students later  :) 
  •  is the type to hum to himself when he’s brewing the next batch 
  • wow, barista taekwoon is so soft 
  •  so anyway you’re a college student that is frequently at the library you’re studying for your bio midterm but then you feel a tap on your shoulder 
  • & hey! it’s taekwoon!
  • but ofc you don’t know that, so you’re just thinking “what does he want” 
  • but then you look down and you see his tray of iced coffee 
  • he’s saying something but you can’t really understand him bc he’s literally whispering 
  • uhm… I’m sorry can you please repeat that?” 
  • o-oh, uh, i was asking i-if you wanted a cup…. of coffee…” 
  • you think: “huh. it’s free coffee… and i do need to be here for a couple more hours… and I am feeling tired…” 
  • sure!” 
  • he gently hands you the cup of coffee, mutters a thanks, and speeds off to the next person he sees in the library 
  • your eyes follow him for a few more seconds before going back to your work 
  •  but you can’t stop thinking at how nice he was… and how… cute he was…. 
  • next day rolls along and you’re back in the library & guess what? 
  • but this time he just places it next to you??? 
  • and you’re like ? ????? 
  • the same thing happens the next day… and the next… 
  • it’s like he doesn’t want to talk to you? 
  • but you brush that aside and think that he does this to the other students 
  • but he doesn’t? 
  • he actually talks with them for awhile? and smiles? 
  • does he not like you????? 
  • which makes you feel sad bc he seems like a nice boy, and he’s cute, and he’s just… you just want to know more about him? 
  • you don’t even know his name… 
  • so on the day before your midterm, you had two things to do: to study your butt off and to tALK TO JUNG TAEKWOON 
  • you sit at a seat that’s facing the door so he won’t be able to sneak off so easily
  • when you hear the door open, you look up instantly but it’s not him… 
  • it was another student but you’re adamant to talk to him, so you keep up with the door (bad idea, bro, you’re supposed to be focused) 
  • you were about to give up and think that he wasn’t going to show up but the door opens again and hEY! IT’S COFFEE BOY! 
  • you instantly look down and do your work you see a shadow approach your table and see an arm in front of you with a cup of coffee but before that arm retracted, you grabbed his wrist (wow where is this confidence coming from )
  • you both look at each other, your eyes are wide and his is equally wide, and you drop his wrist 
  • sorry a-about that… but… I just want to thank you for everything and — you know… for the free coffee… and like I don’t even know your name??? oh, I’m y/n by the way” 
  • he blinks and to his relief, you don’t notice how red his ears are getting 
  • it’s quiet for a moment bc he’s trying to figure out what to say and you firmly believe that he doesn’t like you and is just trying to get rid of the coffee as quickly as possible 
  • but before you can say sorry, he finally says something 
  •  “oh,,,, uh taekwoon… is my name… jung… taekwoon…..” 
  • it gets awkward pretty darn fast but persistent you wants to get to the bottom of this 
  • I was just wondering,,, but,,,,,, doyounotlikeme?” 
  • excuse me?” 
  • you clear your throat and repeat the question “do you not like me????” 
  • when he hears this, his eyes widen a little but when he doesn’t say anything, so you continue talking 
  • you talk to other people before you hand them their coffee and you seem really nice with them!!! i was just wondering if you just,,, didn’t like me???” 
  • taekwoon just stands there, really shocked at your statement
  • you almost give up but then you see him set down his tray and franticly waves his hands 
  • no nO NO! it’s not like that at all!!!!!!!!
  • but you know he doesn’t actually scream bc one) he’s in the library and two) jung taekwoon doesn’t yell 
  • it’s just that,,,  *clears throat* umm… you’re just pretty & i don’t,.. really know… how to approach you???????” 
  • & at this point you’re like …. hoLY CRAP HE LIKES ME???? 
  • and he says that the reason why he doesn’t talk to you is because he gets really flustered and he gets easily red and stutters a lot when he’s in front of pretty people & he just doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of you 
  • right now, you’re beet red and you’ve never felt butterflies in your stomach like you’re experiencing them at this moment 
  • —so I was wondering whether… or not you’d like to…. get coffee??? one day?? …. together?????” 
  • you blink and clear your throat because you literally have nothing to say 
  • bc you’re just so overwhelmed by this confession like ? ???? ?? ? 
  • this cute boy you’ve been crushing on and thought hated you is now asking you out on a date???? 
  • of course you say yes way too quickly and way to enthusiastically for your liking 
  • but taekwoon has a small warm smile on his face 
  • and seeing him smile just made your heart burst bc wOW THIS BOY HAS A CUTE SMILE & YOU CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM SMILE EVEN MORE
  • wow this is so soft , my heart is just bursting right now i can’t 

anonymous asked:

1/3 so theres a post going around again about the different types of service dogs so could you imagine how different jack's life would be after the draft if he'd gotten a choco lab doggo, like this pup helps so much just by sitting with his head in jacks lap listening to all the things jack thinks he fucked up and he just gets a nonjudgmental ear to vent to, and even after he and bitty get together he still goes to his pup to talk out how he feels about their relationship. and in the haus

2/3 all the taddies get the “he’s here to work, not play w you” speech from shitty. plz also consider doggo helping w panic attacks aka a time in which jacks not alone in his room in epikegster after kent leaves so bitty doesn’t get completely shut out? like he knows jack has someone there to support him and isn’t /intentionally/ shutting him out

3/3 and lets not forget what kinda names this dog could have, like the one post about jack having a stuffed penguin named manchie and names the pup that too (i’m a fan of naming one animal the name of another animal just go w it) but anyway jack deserves to be okay and deserves happiness to be easier

oh my goodness yes i love this au. i feel like just before he comes to samwell his therapist suggests getting an emotional support dog for the comforting presence. however when jack looks into this he realises it’d be even better to get a psychiatric service dog because his panic attacks are pretty debilitating. so his therapist provides the recommendation and jack meets fish, a chocolate labrador (i totally get the naming animals after other animals it’s my favourite thing). fish is 3 years old and jack falls in love with her instantly. he attends training sessions with her and fish loves jack back just as much if not more

so jack and fish go to samwell. he’s been permitted to keep fish in his dorm and around the rink. some of the team do initially have a problem with remembering not to pet her but after one of the d-men distracts her whilst jack’s hands are shaking shitty tears him apart and no one ever does it again

frog year is tough for jack but without fish it would have been worse, so much worse. luckily he has fish. he also has shitty. fish loves shitty, a lot. she can tell that shitty loves jack and honestly that’s all she needs to know in her opinion. so when jack is having a rough day during first semester she makes a habit of leading jack to shitty. or if she can’t find him she’ll retrieve jack’s phone and drop it in his lap so he can phone him

surprisingly or unsurprisingly depending on how you look at it, fish does not take to bitty immediately. jack’s frosty demeanour around bitty makes her distrustful of him. after a while though, jack and bitty grow closer and although it takes a little longer, fish eventually warms up to him. after bitty’s concussion jack has a lot of trouble sleeping because his anxiety and guilt over bitty keeps him up, even after bitty votes for him to be captain again. the sleep deprivation makes his hands shake too much to pack his bags so fish tries to lead him to someone for help. jack assumes she’s taking him to shitty and follows her out of his room. however fish pushes him across the hall to johnson’s door which opens to reveal bitty, dropping off his boxes. the ensuing conversation plays out pretty much exactly the same way as the canon end of bitty’s freshman year, except there’s a dog sitting by jack’s feet wagging her tail

jack’s senior year is very different in comparison to his previous ones. whenever his anxiety gets bad, be it over school or the nhl or anything else, there’s now a 50/50 chance that fish will lead him to shitty or bitty. also that iconic bitty/jack baking scene turns slightly 101 dalmatians. instead of bumping into each other, fish may ‘accidentally’ knock bitty causing him to fall into jack who grabs his hips to keep him upright. nice one fish

the aftermath of epikegster is one of the worst panic attacks jack’s had since rehab. in this au when jack shuts the door on bitty after parse leaves he accidentally shuts fish out because she followed parse out to put as much space between him and jack as possible. so instead we have bitty knocking on the door just so fish can get in to help jack. luckily shitty’s room is still unlocked so he gets fish to follow him and lets her into jack’s room through the connecting bathroom. he gives her a pat on the head and tells her to take care of jack. if a dog could roll its eyes fish would (of course she’s going to look after jack, jack is her favourite person bitty come on)

part of fish’s training is that when jack’s attacks are so bad that he can barely breathe she gently pushes him to the floor and presses against his chest to calm him down. she knows not to get anyone just yet, that having anyone around jack right now will not help (bitty also knows this, which is why he didn’t follow fish into the bedroom). so fish just presses her head against jack’s chest as he takes in gulps of air that slowly turn into shaky breathes. it’s only when jack begins to stroke her head that she noses into his pocket and pulls out his phone so he can phone shitty

also please take the time to imagine jack running across campus to kiss bitty with a happy chocolate labrador running beside him with her tongue flapping

tl;dr i love the idea of jack with a service dog. he does deserve to be happy anything to make that happen is a good thing