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Logan Howlett X Reader

A/N: important gif is important

@denialanderror GO CHOKE

Words: 570

Prompt: hahahhahha wut r summaries…it’s smut, man

Warnings: smut, face-sitting


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Ivan paces in his room. He’s been doing this for roughly an hour now, grumbling angrily in Russian, occasionally bursting out with some enraged exclamation. On the other side of the locked door, his sisters and the Baltics stand with their ears nervously pressed to the wood. Every shout, every slammed fist makes them flinch.

“S-so, what’s he mad about this time?” Toris asks, voice hushed in case his former boss decides then to acknowledge their eaves-dropping.

Eduard is blessedly calm in his response: “I think it was something Alfred did.”

“The idiot used big brother’s vodka stash as fuel for a fire.“ Natalia, meanwhile, looks downright murderous. “He wanted to put big brother on a quitting plan, despite big brother’s wishes.”

“Shhhh, I think something's happening!” Yekaterina says none-too-quietly.

Indeed, something is happening. Ivan, still taking deep breaths, turns on his phone and opens it to contacts. A dark aura around him, he presses the call button of one particular contact.

The phone rings.


Ivan smiles innocently. "Hello, Alfred.“

"Oh, hey, what’s up?” The American perks up.

“Not much.” His eyes slip closed in content. “Just looking through old knick-knacks. It's funny how many special objects get left in some forgotten box in some forgotten room.”

Alfred laughs awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, I guess I see what you mean? Like, why keep something if it’s just going to sit there and collect dust?”

“I’m very glad you agree with me.” Ivan raises a hand, a lit match delicately held between pointer finger and thumb. Before him is a pile of every last object of Alfred’s that had been left at Ivan’s house, whether mistakenly or purposefully.

“Out with the old and in with the new-”

“Whoah, whoah, can you hold on a minute? I’m killing zombies.”

“… What?”

Alfred scowls, speaking into his headset, “Kiku, I thought you said you were covering me?”

“I am. There are too many.”

“Well, make them stop existing!”

A sigh, “Alfred-kun, I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder!”

“Alfred?” Ivan’s eye twitches.

“Yeah, just give me a few. Kiku! I said to cover me! Don’t shoot me!”

Soft laughter from Kiku’s end.

“… You’re doing this intentionally, aren’t you?” Alfred groans, “Kiku, dude, my main man, quit it.

Seeing an opening, Ivan cuts in, “You mean like how you’re making me quit vodka?”

“You’re still pissed about that? Sheesh, talk about relentless.”

The dark aura grows.

Alfred lowers his controller, expression deadpanned. “Relationships need to be balanced. I gave up McDonalds, so you have to give up vodka. Deal with it.”



“It took me months to put together that stash!”


“Alfred, I will burn everything you love!”

“What, so you’re going to set yourself on fire?”

Ivan pauses.

Kiku’s heard muttering a “Lol, wut?”

“… Can you repeat that?”

Red-faced, Alfred swallows before starting, “I, um, I said, ‘what, so you’re going to-’”

Ivan throws the phone out the window.

Natalia slams the lock-picked door open. “BIG BROTHER, DID HE JUST-?”

*Submission by the lovely @kittyreaper

I Give Up ( A BTS V/Taehyung Imagine) - Part 1

Summary: high school!AU where you and V are neighbhors your whole life and you grew very strong feelings for him and then you saw him with another girl and it breaks your heart.

Characters: AU! V/Taehyung x Reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1350

Author’s Note: This is a sample for an imagine. But, you can request any scenarios you want except for smuts.


You and Taehyung were neighbors your whole life. And as the both of you were growing up you grew very strong feelings for him. You couldn’t even go a day without talking or being close to him. Not even seeing him could make you cry.

Yes. You were madly in love with him. But, not so madly in love that you would only keep him to yourself.

Well anyways, it was a very normal and usual day. You were getting ready for school and you were going to be very late if you don’t hurry up eating. Not late for school, though. Late to see Taehyung going out of the doors of his house and walking with him to school.

This became your habit ever since 5th Grade. Going out at the same time of your houses, walking to school together, and then parting ways for your classes.
You finished your breakfast, collected all your things and went out the door just in time for Taehyung to get out of his. You smiled at one another and started walking.

“Good Morning!!” You greeted him brightly.

“Good Morning!!” He greeted back brightly.

There it was again. The very smile that you fell for. Then, again, he doesn’t smile this bright normally in the morning. You hoped that it was because of you. You hoped.

Your walk to school was full of randim and silly conversations. Unicorns, the cat falling down the table, the fog with the derp face. And you, resisting the urge to ask him the reason why he’s smiling so brightly in the morning knowing that the reason might hurt you. Either way, you loved having these random and fun conversations with him. You were bestfriends afterall, and neighbors at that.

When you arrived at school, both of you were walking together to your lockers. Which, were beside each others ’ lockers. Unfortunately. Yes, Taehyung was a fun guy and all but he is a playboy. And everyday he would push some girl between him and his locker and have a full on make out session. It was okay with you, though. You thought that he doesn’t love them and they were just temporary flings.

Anyways, your first period was English. And you being a half-(Y/Nationality), you had pretty high grades. While getting your notebooks, you heard that familiar smash again.

“God! Taehyung! Get a room!!” You remarked and shut your locker before turning around and stopping your tears. You’ve gotten pretty good at it and it got really handy. Because, there were some days where you’d go full on Crybaby.

Halfway to your classroom, you heard someone call your name and immediately practices putting on a fake smile.

“Y/N!!!” Jimin enthusiastically called. You turned around with a fake smile plastered on your face. Jimin was your other bestfriend. The one who you talk about your problems to, your feelings, and sometimes just have fun. In a simple way, he could be your diary. And another thing is, he can read you better than Taehyung. You admit that that hurt a bit. Jimin reading you better than Taehyung does, but that’s what you do best. Enduring the pain. Jimin pouted his lips as soon as he recognized your smile.

“Was he and some girl at it again?” He asked his voice turning dark. You nodded slowly, giving him a sad smile.

“Tsk. Forget him for now. Let’s get to our class.” He said and grabbed your wrist dragging you to the classroom.

An hour later, you and Jimin’s English class was over and the both of you went your separate ways to go to your lockers. After getting your things for your next class, you decided to stop by the cafeteria to buy some food. Your walk to the cafeteria was a long walk, you had to pass through some hallways, that creeps you out, before getting there.

While walking past a hall way, you heard the very familiar voice that you loved. Taehyung’s. His words were a little jumbled but maybe it was because of the distance that you can’t hear him well. You went a little closer in order to hear him clearer. And when you heard what he said, you wished you hadn’t.

“I love you! Okay?!” Taehyung shouted.

This. This was the last straw. You finally let your tears out. Staying where you were for a few more seconds before turning your back and finding your way towards the girls’ comfort room. You went in the nearest stall and started crying your eyes out for a few moments before picking your phone out from your pocket and texted Jimin.

 To: Mochi Jiminnie😉
 Hey, Mochi. Let’s cut. Fetch me at my locker.

You stood up from your sitting position and went out of the stall. You went towards the mirror and observed your face. It was a good thing that the only make-up you wore was a waterproof eyeliner and a lipstick. Or else your face would look like cake icing.

You washed your face and retouched your eyeliner hoping that it would hide the redness and swelling of your eyes from crying. A few moments of motivating yourself later, you went out of the comfort room and straight to your locker where Jimin was being his usual mochi self again.

“Jimin-ahhh!!” You shouted his name and hugged him. And all that chuckling became sobs. Jimin was patting your back trying to make you feel better.

“Min-ah, he said it. It hurts. It hurts a lot more than I expected.” You managed to say through your sobs. You kept that position for a while. You hugging Jimin and him patting your head or your back. You were so thankful that you had someone like Jimin. Why couldn’t you have just fallen for him? He wasn’t a play boy like Taehyung. So, the chances of you having daily torture with him was lesser.

When you finally recovered, Jimin lend you his handkerchief.

“Jimin-ah, what kind of guy still brings a hanky with him?” You asked him lightly chuckling. He ‘thought’ of it for a while and smiled.

“An awesome one.” He answered and winked. You laughed a little at his answer.

“So where’d you wanna go?” He questioned. You thought of it for a little while and suddenly remembered your last few days of strawberry craving.

“Anywhere where strawberries can be digested.” You answered.

As soon as you and Jimin were ready to leave, you had already put your things to your locker, Taehyung ws staring at both you and Jimin with his bewildered face. You stared back at him questionably.

“Wut?” You announced. That seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“Where are you two going?”

Oh no, he was getting all older-brothery again. You hated it when he acts like this. And you’re hating it more now. How dare he interrogate you when you were with another guy?! You never even once thought of doing something like this to him when you see him with another fling!

Your faced darkened before glaring at him.

“Why do you care?” You sassed. “Ugh, whatever. Min-ah, let’s go.” And you grabbed Jimin’s hand before dragging him out of the school doors.

“Yah! Y/N-yah!!” You heard Taehyung shout before going out completely.

“Where’s your car?” You asked Jimin.

“It’s over there by the fence.” He directed. “Why don’t you stay here for a while and I’ll just go get my car and pick you up here.”

“Yeah, sure. But hurry. He might come here. He’s getting all oppa-mode.” You stated and he jogged to his car.

You grabbed your earphones from your sling bag and connected it to your phone. Ailee’s 'I’ll Show You’ started playing.

Just the song I need. You thought.

And someone suddenly grabbed your wrist from the back and turned you around.

End of Part 1