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Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader/Reader x OC

Warnings: None for this part. Unless cute fluff counts as a warning. 

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anonymous asked:

drabble 15??

“Don’t die on me– Please.”

Blood poured from your chest as you lied on the dirty ground of the barn.
The FBI had just shown up, the man who held you captive shot you in the chest, knowing it would be a fatal wound.
Through blurry vision, you saw a tall man crouch next to you. 
It was Spencer.
“Hey Y/N, I’m here.” He said as he brushed hair out of your face.
You were Spencer’s girlfriend, and you got abducted a few days back.
“Spencer.” You said weakly as you reached for his hand. “Please… can you hold me?” You asked as tears fell down your cheeks. 
Spencer quickly scooped you into his arms as he lied against the wall, putting pressure against your bleeding wound.
“I want to be in your arms if I…”
“You’re not dying Y/N, okay? Remember we still have houses to look at.” He said playing with the ring on your finger. 
“Spencer… I think you’ll have to do that without me.” You said before coughing.
You felt Spencer’s arms tremble around you. 
“Don’t be scared.” You said quietly as you cupped his cheek.
Blood poured from your mouth as you coughed again.
Spencer tightened his hold on you as tears streamed down his face.
“Please… just know that I love you. You can move on without me, okay?” You said as you held back your cries.
“Don’t die on me-please.” He said. “I need you Y/N just… hold on for a little… Y/N?” He whispered as he held his lifeless body in his arms.
“No no no Y/N. Sweetheart open your eyes.” He begged as he gently shook your body.
But it was no use.

Man Up

by reddit user Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

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“117 countries is far from representing the whole world. “

my dude, there’s 195 countries in the world.

Very important observations from seeing DEH from the fourth row yesterday
  • It’s not an illusion. Mike Faist really is that tall. And yet his pants are so insanely tight like do they even make jeans that tight for legs that long or did they have to custom-make them? I need to know
  • Half of it was hidden behind the bed, but from what I saw, there is a deck of cards, what appears to be an old blanket, a tackle box, and a safe on Connor’s shelf. There is also a Harley-Davidson sticker on the side of it
  • Evan has a three-ring binder and two massive books on his side-table, like thicker than some dictionaries I own
  • Some of Jared’s shirts include one with pictures of flying pigs that says “don’t stop believing,” another that says “coffee is for quitters,” one with a faded superhero logo (I think it was the Flash?), and one that says “Pokemon made me do it.”
  • Evan has a Dell laptop, Jared, Alana, and Zoe all have Macs
  • Zoe and Connor both wear multiple bracelets
  • Connor looks so completely sad during Waving Through a Window and it hurts
  • The one time the actual Connor smiles is when he’s talking to Evan in the computer lab
  • Idk about Ben, but when Evan is singing about climbing the tree in For Forever, MLB starts crying
  • Imaginary!Connor has this dorky grin almost all the time, but especially during Sincerely, Me
  • Cynthia cries into Connor’s pillow during Requiem
  • There’s a point where imaginary!Connor playfully hits Evan and it was so loud like I can see why the Newsies ended up bruised after fight scenes with Mike he does not hold back
  • After the Sincerely, Me reprise, he looks so bummed out that he doesn’t get to be friends with Jared
  • When Zoe is upset or stressed out, she taps her foot
  • When Heidi is yelling at Evan, he gets tense and teary-eyed, like he’s never heard his mom yell like that and it terrifies him
  • Will. Fucking. Roland. Holy shit, this guy needs more credit. I wouldn’t have even noticed if it didn’t literally happen ten feet in front of me, but during Good For You, when Heidi comes back in and he isn’t at all the focus or even in the light, Jared absolutely breaks down. Like, his body heaving as he desperately holds back tears, teeth clenched, clutching his chest, leaning against the wall on the edge of the stage. And just before he turns back and starts singing again, he pulls himself together and lets out this furious shout and it hurt my soul
  • ALSO MLB SANG ALONG AT THE END OF GOOD FOR YOU LIKE IN THE DC PRODUCTION
  • Okay so I’ve seen this show three times now and idk if Mike was just super into it yesterday or what but holy shit the scene where it’s revealed that Evan attempted suicide was different and even more painful. Like, imaginary!Connor was literally screaming “EVERYONE WILL HATE YOU!” and then when he asked “how’d you break your arm?” he said it like he was taunting Evan with what happened, but then once it was all out in the open, his entire demeanor changed. He started slouching a little, his voice got quieter, higher, and started breaking, and then he fucking cried. Like tears just streaming down his face and falling to the stage and when he sang the reprise of For Forever, he smiled, as if the lie was the one hope he had, the one thing he was clinging to, and it was so good that it took away the pain, but his eyes were still red and glistening in the spotlight and ahh I have never felt so much for a literal figure of someone’s imagination
  • During Words Fail, Zoe is just staring at Evan with wide, tear-filled eyes, Cynthia is outright sobbing and can’t bring herself to look at him, and Larry isn’t crying, but he looks so betrayed, like Evan just punched him in the face
  • Kristolyn Lloyd and Michael Park each put an arm around Mike Faist during curtain call
Princess of Hearts

Originally posted by lavendertitties

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Word count: 2,221

A/N: this is my first descendants imagine, I hope you enjoy!!


No one dared enter the fish and chips shop after Uma returned from her failed attempt at getting revenge on Mal.  Only her and her crew went inside, hence causing business to be at an all-time low.  Not that it was usually busy, but Uma needed the money to satisfy her mother, and Harry’s petty theft was not enough to sustain them.

So when a girl in a torn up, bright red dress and white leather jacket walked into the shop, it took everyone by surprise.  All the pirates suspiciously eyed her as she entered.

It wasn’t a mystery who this girl was: (Y/N) Heart, the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, was notoriously different from her mother.  While the Queen of Hearts was tempestuous, loud, and violent, (Y/N) was a mysteriously quiet and patient girl.

“Well, well,” Harry was the first to approach her, wearing his iconic smirk. He leaned against the wall and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face with his hook. “What ‘cha doin’ here, princess?”

“Just getting some lunch, Hook,” she answered simply as she grabbed his hook, moving it away from her face.

Harry chuckled to himself as he stepped out of her way, mockingly bowing as she walked past him.  She sat down at an empty table.

Uma stormed up to Harry and grabbed his collar to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t trust her,” she muttered.

“She’s just getting some food, Uma,” Harry quietly countered her, keeping his eyes glued to (Y/N).  "There’s nothing to be suspicious of.“

“She used to be friendly with Mal,” Uma spat.  "I don’t care if she’s just here for the chips.  Keep an eye on her.“  She slammed a tray with fish and chips on it in Harry’s chest and pushed him towards (Y/N).  He approached her table and carelessly tossed the tray onto the table.  When she looked up at him, she watched as Harry turned around the chair across from her and sat down in it.

"The waiters don’t usually keep the customers company,” (Y/N) noted as she grabbed a chip.

Harry smirked.  "Do I look like a waiter to you, sweetheart?“

"You did bring me my food.”

“Touché.”

They sat in silence as (Y/N) ate her fish and chips with Harry occasionally stealing a chip.

When her meal was finished, (Y/N) nonchalantly tossed a random amount of cash on the table and stood up.  Harry immediately followed suit and shot up from his seat.

“Thanks for the food,” she sarcastically thanked with a tight smile, and she turned on her heel, exiting the shop.  Harry turned and glanced at Uma, who signaled for him to follow her.  He groaned as he went after her.

“You know, villains don’t normally use manners,” he said once he caught up with her.  He attempted to wrap his arm around her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged off.

“I’m not a villain,” she responded.  "My mother is.“

"But you’re her daughter,” Harry replied, furrowing his brows.  "Don’t you at least think you’re evil?“

"Evil?  No.” She shook her head.  "I’m unpleasant, sure, but not evil.  I’m not gonna try to fool myself like Mal did and try to convince myself that I’m evil.  I’ll do what I have to do to protect myself in this place, but that’s it.“

"Then I guess you’re on that list to get more VK’s into Auradon,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at the mere thought.  To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed.

“Oh god no,” she scoffed.  "Just because I’m not evil doesn’t mean I’m gonna go to the land of preppy princes and princesses.“

Harry found himself genuinely laughing at that.  Before he could utter a response, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

"Well, this is my place,” she announced, gesturing to the building covered in red paint.  "Thanks for walking me home.  It was very gentlemanly of you.“

She walked into her house before Harry could argue that he was definitely not a gentleman.  For a moment, he almost forgot that the only reason that he walked her home was because Uma wanted him to follow her.


The next morning, Harry found himself wandering in the general vicinity of (Y/N)’s house, waiting to "accidentally” bump into her.  His opportunity presented itself when (Y/N) stood by a fruit stand, examining the apples.

“What a coincidence,” Harry whispered into her ear as he approached her from behind, “finding you here.”

“Didn’t think this was your area, Hook,” (Y/N) quipped, not looking away from the fruit.  She didn’t bother to tell him off as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”

“You certainly are,” she agreed with sarcasm dripping from each word.  She filled her bag with apples, not paying attention to Harry, who had his chin resting on her shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist.  She handed some cash to the lady behind the cart and began to walk home, Harry’s arm still resting in the same place.

“Why do you always pay for things?” he questioned.

(Y/N) shrugged.  "Because people need it,“ she answered.

"That’s not a very evil-”

“Unpleasant,” she corrected.

Harry rolled his eyes.  "Right, unpleasant.  That’s not a very unpleasant thing to do.“

"It’s not my life mission to be an unpleasant person, Hook.”

Harry stopped before (Y/N), this time, upon recognizing her house.  She lightly smirked as he unwrapped his arm from her waist.

“You know,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “it’s not a very unpleasant thing for you to always walk me home, too.”  She quickly kissed Harry’s cheek before dashing inside, leaving him standing outside as he fought the blush creeping into his cheeks.


Harry continued to follow (Y/N), as Uma ordered, throughout the rest of the week.  Although, for him, it felt less and less like following every day.

He was about to leave the fish and chip shop that day to begin “following” (Y/N), but before he could exit, Uma stopped him.

“Where are you going?” she inquired.

“To follow (Y/N),” he answered as if it was obvious.

“You’ve been following her for a week,” Uma said, “and you’ve found nothing suspicious.  I think it’s safe to say she’s not a threat.”

“I said that to you when she came in, but you still made me follow her,” Harry argued.

Uma rolled her eyes.  "Whatever, it’s not a concern anymore.  Go train instead, you’re gonna get out of shape if you keep spending all your time following this girl.“

Harry longingly stared at the exit for a moment before reluctantly nodding and heading towards the ship, grabbing a sword on his trek there.

He trained with Gil for a few hours before declaring that he needed a break.  When he turned around to leave the ship, he spotted (Y/N) standing by the bridge.  He smirked as he noticed her gaze scanning his shirtless figure.

"What brings you here, princess?” he asked, grabbing a towel.

She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him.  "I-“ she stopped, choking on her own embarrassment.

"Yes?” Harry couldn’t help but allow the grin that was exponentially growing on his face.

“I came here because you weren’t by my house today,” she muttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.

“What was that?” he questioned as he inched closer to her.  He knew exactly what she said the first time.

“You weren’t by my house today,” she repeated a bit louder this time.

“But why did you come here?” Harry pressed, continuously moving closer to (Y/N) until her back was pressed against a wall.

“I told you-”

“But that wasn’t really why,” he interrupted her.  Her gaze was still focused on the floor, so he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up.  "Look at me, princess.“

"I like walking around with you, okay?” she finally burst.

Harry smirked.  "That’s all I needed to hear, princess.“  He began to lean in, still gripping her chin, and their lips were millimeters apart when they were interrupted.

"Harry!” Uma yelled, storming towards the ship.  Harry groaned as he moved away from (Y/N), resting an arm above her head.

“Sorry, love,” he quietly apologized before turning to Uma.  "Yes, Uma?“

"What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Taking a break from training.”

“With her?”  She angrily gestured towards (Y/N).  "I told you that you don’t have to follow her anymore!“

"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from Harry.  "What does she mean, follow me?“

"Princess, I-”

“You only walked with me because Uma ordered you to keep an eye on me,” she didn’t allow Harry to explain.  "You never wanted to spend any time with me.“

"No, no, sweetheart,” Harry tried to cup her face, but she tore it away. “I-”

“All that flirting,” she spat, backing away from him.  "God, I’m so stupid, I actually thought that meant something.“

"It did, (Y/N)-” He grabbed her wrist in an attempt to prevent her from leaving.

“Congratulations, Harry Hook,” she scoffed, and Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheek.  "You are truly evil.“  She ripped her wrist out of his grasp and ran off.

He stood frozen in his spot, watching her figure fade.  When she was out of sight, he started to scream incoherently, punching the wall that he pinned (Y/N) to minutes ago.


"Come on, Harry, you haven’t trained with me for days!” Gil exclaimed after Harry rejected his offer to train for the seventh time.  "Uma’s gonna be mad if you get too far out of shape.“

"This is Uma’s fault,” Harry seethed.  "If she hadn’t ordered me to follow (Y/N), none of this would’ve happened.“

"Dude, get over her,” he waved the thought off.  "Sure, she was hot, but she was kinda lame.  I mean, she paid for her food.  Who does that?“

"Someone who’s not evil,” Harry muttered and stormed out of the shop.  He headed towards the fruit stand that he knew (Y/N) went to, the stand he went to every day since that incident at the ship, hoping that one day she’d be there.  Once he arrived and scanned the area, he learned that she, again, was not there.

“Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath.  He bided his time by perusing the selection of fruits.  By the time Harry felt like he had examined every piece of fruit at the cart, he was starting to give up hope.  He was about to leave when a voice caused him to perk up.

“Yeah, we ran out of apples this morning, so I’m just running a quick errand and grabbing them,” (Y/N) was explaining to the lady running the stand.  Hook’s eyes widened as he silently moved towards her.  

(Y/N) reached into her pocket to pay for the apples, but Harry, who stood directly behind her, beat her to it.

“Allow me, princess,” he said, handing some cash to the lady.  Both the lady and (Y/N) stared at him with confused expressions, shocked that the notorious thief Harry Hook actually paid for something.  “Come on, love, I want to talk,” Harry whispered in (Y/N)’s ear before dragging her off.

They wound up in a dark, quiet alleyway.  When Harry finally stopped walking, (Y/N) found a chance to rip her arm out of his grip. She began to run away, but Harry caught her wrist.

“Just give me a minute to explain, please,” he begged her.  Taken aback by his usage of manner, she silently obliged and stopped trying to escape.  “I messed up.”

“Yeah you did.”  It was the first time she had actually spoken to him.

“I know, I know, and I’m a total idiot,” he agreed with her, “and I’m sorry.  When you walked in the shop that first day, Uma was suspicious of you. I told her that there was nothing going on, but she insisted that I follow you.  I didn’t want to, I swear, but I had to.  And every day that I spent with you, it felt less and less like following and more and more like… like-”

“Like what?” (Y/N) questioned, subconsciously inching closer to Harry.

“It felt like we were just spending time together, you know?  Actually enjoying it.”

“That still doesn’t justify you leading me on like that just as an attempt to get information,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Get information?”  He stared at her quizzically.  “I didn’t flirt with you to get information.”

“Then what was it?  Am I just a game to you?  Harry Hook, the infamous flirt on the Isle, just had to have a crack at me to see if he could do it. Well congrats, you did it.  Now you can move on and go pursue some other-”

Before she could finish her ramble, Harry frustratedly grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers.  He slowly moved forward, backing (Y/N) into the wall.

“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was that?”

“You never seem to let me speak, do you, princess?”  Harry grinned before pressing his lips on (Y/N)’s once again, this time allowing her to reciprocate faster.  She knocked his hat off his head and tangled her fingers in his hair.

“I’m still mad at you,” she reminded him after she pulled away, fighting a smile.  

Harry grinned.  “No you’re not.”

anonymous asked:

how was John Lennon an awful person?

He wrote a song called “Woman is the N**ger of the World” in which he completely erases women of colour - he wanted the song to symbolise patriarchy but he completely ignores the fact that white women are much more privileged than women of colour. Not to mention a white man using the N word is horrendously racist. He appropriated Indian culture. He stole music from artists of colour. He made ignorant and racist comments about people of colour - And then someone said: It’s a n**ger singing.’ I didn’t know Negroes sang.” He wrote a song about anti-immigration, called “No Pakistanis”, a favourite of the Neo-Nazi group, Stormfront…

He very often made offensive and cruel comments about disabled people and often mimicked them as a joke. He called disabled people “cripples.” He once exclaimed that disabled people touching him was “horrifying” -  Wherever we went there’s always a few seats laid aside for cripples and people in wheelchairs… they’re pushing them at you like you’re Christ or something. You’d open up every night, and instead of seeing kids there you’d just see a row full of cripples on the front… It seemed like (we were) just surrounded by cripples and blind people all the time. And when we’d go through corridors, everybody would be – they’d be all touching us. It got horrifying.” He wrote a song called “crippled inside.”

Additionally, he would physically and emotionally abuse his children and wife. The following are quotes from Cynthia Lennon, in her book “John”:

“Before I could speak he raised his arm and hit me across the face, knocking my head into the pipes that ran down the wall behind me. Without a word he waked away, leaving me dazed, shaky, and with a very sore head.”

“John’s erratic behaviour around Julian continued - fun one moment and violent anger the next. And he could be like this with Sean too, reducing the little boy to tears of terror.”

“The whole family had been having fun, making Mickey Mouse pancakes and fooling around, when Julian giggled. John turned on him and screamed, ‘I can’t stand the way you fucking laugh! Never let me hear your fucking horrible laugh again.’ He continued with a tirade of abuse until Julian fled once again to his room in tears. It was monstrously cruel and has affected him ever since. To this day he seldom laughs.”

Below is a quote from John Lennon:

“I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved. I used to be cruel to my woman, and physically — any woman. I was a hitter. I couldn’t express myself and I hit. I fought men and I hit women.”

Below is a quote from Sean Lennon, his son:

[He was] teaching me how to cut and eat steak, which was a mystery to me at age 4; how to stick the fork in and cut behind it, and that was how you got a piece in your mouth. I think it was that night when he got very upset with me, I think because of something I did very cheekily with the steak. He did wind up yelling at me very, very loudly to the point where he damaged my ear, and I had to go to the hospital.”

BTS Reaction to You Flinching During an Argument

Requested by Anonymous, “bts reacts to you flinching? ive seen this one a lot but i want to know how my favorite writer will have this down ((:”


Jin ➳ He didn’t mean it at all, the words slipping from his lips and his tone maximizing as each second passed by wasn’t what he had intended to happen, and especially when you clenched your eyes shut as he had hastily grabbed onto your shoulder — he instantly felt despair wash him over as his limb was quickly retracted. “No, no, no” he quickly said, eyes painted in a thin layer of mist as he gulped, “I could never bring you physical pain, you believe me, yeah?”

You didn’t respond, looking away as you bit your lip whilst sniffling; and when his hand reached up slowly above your frame, it froze, wondering if the moment he decided to lay a finger on you, your image would disappear like the ripples erupting inside the sea.

Originally posted by akaishinkirou


Suga ➳ He was cold, black wispy bangs covering his obsidian orbs like a sheer curtain, but, you could still see the gems gleaming in lividity as his impassive tone was soon laced with a ferocious growl, and even though he had only threw his hand up in the air to point towards the direction the man that had confessed to you had walked down after trying to kiss you inside your own home, you stagger in fear of being hit by the swinging arm — soon landing on your bottom as you let out a weak cry.

“Babe, I'm–” but he stopped, only staring to you in remorse as he believed it wasn’t his place to apologize, wondering how he could have let the argument go so far to the point that you believed he could hurt you.

Originally posted by yoongiyi


J-Hope ➳ It was just a teeny fragment that had chipped from his heart the moment a teardrop of translucent crystals had slithered a trail down your skin, but when you had brought up both arms to hug your face when he had only took a step forward; his heart blasted, immediately causing the man to burst into silent tears. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped the tears away because he knew he didn’t deserve to cry or try to explain himself, yet, his emotions still spoke for him.

“Do you really think that little of me?” He cracked out, reaching over hesitantly as he pulled you into his chest, his other hand lifting your chin up to lock eyes with him, “never will I hurt the one I love, (y/n), never.”

Originally posted by d-boy93


RapMonster“Please!” He yelled, turning to you in a frenzy as you stood at the door with an expression slowly morphing into sadness, “just get out!”

He didn’t know what had overcame him, he didn’t even realize when he had abruptly got up from his revolving chair just to charge towards you and before he could softly push you out from the bedroom, you had squeaked as you nearly toppled over your own footing as he quickly grasped your arm, apologizing to Namjoon in fear that he would hurt you and he knew it. He was heartbroken, letting go of you in the speed of light as he knew he couldn’t trust his own self, slapping his cheeks with his hands to calm his feelings down.

“I would never lay a finger on you,” he muttered, “the day I do, I’d be way past dead.”

Originally posted by just-namjooned


Jimin ➳ It was just a small, stupid argument over something so innocent, yet, he had let his jealousy get the better of him. He wasn’t yelling, only laughing sadistically as he looked to the floor with his fingers softly tapping the marble kitchen table and a small smirk adorning his features which scared you to bits. His kind demeanor was nowhere in sight, and when his head snapped towards your build with his fist slamming against the table and making you yelp — his eyes widened once your back stumbled into the wall just to get away from him.

“I’m sorry.” His whispered, quickly walking away because he knew he was in the wrong, and he also knew he didn’t want to see the expression you made ever again because that was enough to nearly burst his heart in pain and regret.

Originally posted by jinmini


V ➳ He saw the tears trickling down your skin, he noticed the way your pupils blasted with terror but he didn’t care, his anger painted him in colors so morbid that the moment he took a step closer to you, you couldn’t help but raise your arms up in defense as you flinched away. It was in a matter of seconds that the lone gesture had him apologizing immediately, quickly walking away from you to cool down and try to erase the image that would soon haunt him in his dreams.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered into the spacey room later that night, slowly pulling you into his chest. Digging his face into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss as he waited for you to slowly fall into slumber.


Jungkook ➳ He was boiling with rage, his anger threatening to scald you as your yelling only further cackled the fire simmering the large pot of water that was slowly evaporating into thin air. Here he was slamming his fists onto the table, against the walls and once he stepped towards your frame as his hand reached for your shoulders — you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear slid down your cheek.

Jungkook froze, previous emotions flying from his mind as his heart began to shatter in many pieces, quickly pulling you into a hug and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he said, and although you could only laugh at the situation, his arms tightened around you, “I would never hurt you, please, believe me..”

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin


Masterlist

What Passengers Do In Private

Request: “Hi I’d like to request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood everything 😅💚”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES

Originally posted by ferxxy

The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan. You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit beside you.

“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you company?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know you.

“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.

“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be instantly cut off.

Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.

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Comfort Inn Ending | 1

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 3,158
inspiration

part one two | three | four | five | six | seven

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Put on some socks

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American!Reader
Summary: You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing.
Genre: Smut, apparently. Fluff, too. Still not sure how the smut happened, though…
Warnings: It’s smut, what do you expect? Things get a little rough (hair pulling, light spanking, etc.), but nothing major.
Word count: 3,910

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A/N: Tumblr flipped and screwed the original post up, so let’s try this again…

Originally posted by theandrophile

“Put on some socks, dammit,” your partner, Eggsy, grunted as he ran a hotel towel over his wet hair. “I don’t wanna deal with your ice feet tonight.”

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head and looking back down at the tablet resting in your lap. You and Eggsy – or Galahad, as the Kingsmen called him – teamed on this assignment a few weeks back when your paths crossed and you realized you were working the same case. While your team – the “petticoated patriots,” as the larger organization playfully called you – was weary of working with “the red coats,” you happily accepted the help. A fresh set of eyes wouldn’t hurt, and neither would establishing connections and a working relationship with your buddies across the pond.

Additionally, Eggsy was a cute, funny guy. In your line of work, the only guys you ever met were fellow Cuplers (and you weren’t really a fan of dating within the workplace) or bad guys that you had to take down. Hanging out with a cute guy who wasn’t a coworker or criminal was a nice change of pace.

“You’re the one who got all cuddly last night,” you reminded him, your memory flashing back to your new partner holding you close to his shirtless chest throughout the night. “You’re like a fucking furnace, by the way. I actually thought I was going to get heat stroke at one point.”

Eggsy responded by pitching his damp towel at your head, which you promptly tossed to the floor.

“Seriously, my guy,” you continued with a teasing smile. “I woke up like five times last night and you were wrapped around me like a baby koala.”

Eggsy smiled and hopped onto the bed, blue eyes trained on you.

“People love baby koalas,” he told you with a smirk.

You laughed. “Oh, do they?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, crawling closer to where you sat at the head of the bed. “’sides, love, you’re the one that picked the room. All a ploy to get me into bed, yeah?”

You scoffed, your face heating up at the insinuation. That may not have been your original intention, but it wasn’t as much of burden as you pretended.

“Definitely,” you said. “It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I booked the room last minute and a single was all they had left.”

“Coulda had the penthouse,” he pointed out, rolling over and leaning against the headboard.

“I see ‘discretion’ isn’t in the Kingsmen handbook,” you said with an eyeroll.

Eggsy shifted in the bed, folding his hands behind his head and glancing down at your lap.

“It is,” he argued, smirk still firmly in place. “It’s just not as important as style.”

“Figures,” you laughed.

He groaned in response, reaching across you and turning off the bedside lamp before inching under the covers.

“Whatever ya say, Yank. Put your socks on and turn in.”

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Keith/Lance, set immediately after the keith vlog cause I’m emotional and want bby to be comforted sooo hurt/comfort. 

Lance perks up when the control room doors slide open, it’s finally his time to shine; finally his turn to get behind the camera and mesmerize their audience. He stands up when Keith comes out, smiling at him, but Keith charges on by, his expression twisted; his eyebrows furrowed and lips held in a tight line.  

The smile drips off Lance’s face, replaced by confusion, he watches as Keith raises a hand to his own - scrubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey!” Lance calls after him, and Keith turns, his eyes wide with surprise; and there’s something else about them, too, they look a little wet? “How’d it go?” he asks, still trying to puzzle over Keith’s expression - is the vlogging really that bad?

Keith quickly drops his gaze, looking down at the ground. “Uhh, fine,” he says, and waves distractedly behind him, back the way he was headed, “I’m gonna go train, or just you know sit in my room. I’ll go to my room, I think, but training helps me clear my head and focus. I - yeah, I’ll see you later, Lance?”

Lance’s eyebrows draw together in concern, watching Keith stutter over his words. “Hey, man,” he says softly, ignoring Keith’s plans to ask, “You okay?” He reaches out a hand, putting it on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith, almost unconsciously, leans into his touch. 

“Yeah,” Keith says, his voice cracking a little on the word. “I’m fine. It’s just -” he chokes, then groans in frustration, bringing his hands up to cover his face, “Ugh, this is so stupid.” He quickly rubs at his eyes; he wants them to stop burning, and for his throat to stop feeling like it’s all clogged up, he wants to stop feeling like he’s going to break even if he just tries to talk - he doesn’t want to cry

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Losing A Friend (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

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Author Note: As requested here is part 2 of Best Friends... let me know what you guys think!


“(Y/n) how’s my best friend?”

(Y/n) let out a slight sigh turning towards Steve. Her eyes narrowing slightly at the question. Deep down she knew what he was going to say. He’s done this for a month now.. So why would this time be any different? Yet there was that stupid hope that she seemed to choke on every time. The one that caused the wounds to go so much deeper. The ones that left her heart hammering in hopes that this time would be different. “I’m good… Why what’s up?” She asked cautiously.

Steve leaned against the locker besides her with that anxious smile. Her stomach dropped realizing that this wasn’t any different. “So I totally forgot that I promised Nancy I’d-”

(Y/n)’s locker slammed shut making Steve jump. She shook her head swallowing down the bile that rose in her throat. She clutched her books tightly to her chest making her knuckles white. Her whole body felt like it was burning as anger and sadness swirled beneath her skin. “It’s fine Steve,” She grumbled.

Steve frowned slightly. His eyes studying her face for a moment. For the first time in weeks he truly looked at her. Her eyes were blazing with mixed emotions and she seemed to be clenching her jaw. She was tense and refused to meet his gaze. “Are you sure? I could-”

“So now you care?” She snapped startling Steve. Her eyes were narrowed and Steve watched in horror as her eyes began to swell with tears. She ran a hand through her hair scowling slightly. “For the first time in a month your actually caring?”

“(Y/n) that’s not-”

“Not true?!” (Y/n) laughed bitterly shaking her head. “Are you that fucking love struck Harrington? We haven’t hung out in forever!” (Y/n)’s vision was blurring and burned with unshed tears. Her chest tightening painfully as she struggled to keep back sobs. “Ever since Nancy came around you’ve all but forgotten me. My recital that I worked so hard for. You blew me off. That movie you promised not to watch without me. You took her for your date.” (Y/n) felt this hollow all of a sudden. Her heart practically aching as she remembered these things.

Steve felt anger bubbling beneath his skin. “Look (Y/n)! I’m sorry, but you know I really like her!” He snapped catching the girl off guard. “So will you stop being so selfish?!” Deep down Steve knew that he was being a jerk again. That his defensive walls were pulling up and that (Y/n) was completely right. 

(Y/n) tried not to cry, but those damn tears started falling. She scowled at Steve as her whole body burned. Everything seemed to be burning within her as She snapped, “So that’s it huh? Eight years of friendship down the drain?” Steve was silent causing another wave of tears to drip down (Y/n)’s cheeks. Today was no different, except for the fact that (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. “Thanks Harrington. It’s nice to know that now. Just stay away from me.”

(Y/n) shoved past him trying to dodge through the crowd of blurring colors. She felt sick to her stomach, and for a moment she thought she might hurl. She wiped the tears away furiously searching for a exit out of this damn school, when she ran right into someone. She went sprawling on the floor and her books scattered in every direction. She huffed and wiped at her eyes sniffling slightly. “Sorry I just-”

“It’s alright I wasn’t paying attention either,” They said before crouching down. It was a boy about her age and a camera was dangling from his neck. He had a few of her books in his hands and his eyes met hers. He frowned slightly. “Are you alright?’

(Y/n)’s face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly wiped the remaining tears away. “Y-Yea…” She quickly took the books from him and gathered the rest and stood up. The boy stood up as well and held out his hand seeming hesitant.

“i’m Jonathan by the way.”

(Y/n) was confused slightly as she began to relax. She put the thought away though and instead shook his hand smiling just slightly. “It’s Nice to meet you Jonathan I’m (Y/n).” 

Jonathan smiled and let go of her hand. “Well (Y/n) maybe I’ll see you around,” He said nervously. He turned away and made his way down the hallway leaving (Y/n) alone once more.

It was a horrible though. (Y/n) knew so, but she couldn’t help it. Perhaps Jonathan could be her friend considering her best friend was practically gone. In fact, he could probably help her forget. Forget Steve and perhaps she could be happy again. Yeah that sounded like a plan.


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i was at a party talking to this girl and she kind of shoved me up against the wall to kiss me but she did so by pushing my very fresh post top surgery chest which hurt so i make this pained sound and she’s like ‘you like that?’ and i say yes with a few silent tears running down my face so we kiss and she pauses to wipe some of my lil tears away and says ‘i know i’m good but u don’t have to cry’

home after rain

blue orchids short story

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: too much fluff.. too much cute
word count: 3.986
author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!

This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.


The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.

You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.

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mafia BTS reaction to their s/o running away from them

ilook-soperfectstandinghere14 schrieb an btsmafiablog: 

Hey hey! I think I’ve already sent a request but not sure if you’ve got it! So could I kinda re-request it? It’s like when you run away from them and they find you again or how they meet the reader who is like aware of them in the mafia but not involved in any mafia business (that makes no sense sorry)! Thank you xx            

i didn’t really get the part of the mafia but without being involved part haha, but i hope you like it! ♡

Jin: He’d be so worried as soon as he found out you ran away, he’d have his men scour all the nearer cities for you, driving around himself in a rush to find you. So when he did find you, he’d probably pull you close before staring into your eyes with hurt and guilt in his face, telling you to “Never ever do that again.”

Originally posted by princesseok

Hoseok: Starting from the moment he came home to a 3am empty apartment, he wouldn’t rest until he went to all of the places you could’ve been hiding in, eventually finding you at the abandoned gas station the two of you had found when your car broke down in the middle of the highway. He’d practically choke you by hugging you so so hard, have a breakdown as he saw the tears in your eyes and apologise over and over for not telling you what kind of business he was in.

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Namjoon: He’d notice you were gone as he woke up in the middle of the night, the side of the bed you’d usually sleep one cold and empty, immediately get up to go look for you. Little did he know you’d find out about his gang affiliation sooner or later and he wanted to tell you about it, but as he found you crying in the suburbs he knew he had messed up, big time. Guilt’d explode in his chest and express itself through a single tear running down his face before he embraced you and buried his head in your neck.

Originally posted by cuddly-snake

Yoongi: The anger, hurt, guilt and pain would be reflected in the mess he’d left his office in as he pushed tables and chairs over, frustration being his accompanist as he rushed to his car, driving to where he knew he’d find you. He’d push you against the nearest wall, brush your tears away before breaking down and telling you “I thought I’d lost you.”, apologising to you over and over that he didn’t tell you earlier.

Originally posted by nvmyg

Jimin: There was no way to hide his pain and guilt as he found you after searching for days, he’d weakly walk to you, whispering “I’m sorry.”. He’d be so relieved when you told him you’d forgive him and carefully wrap his arms around you, pecking you all over the face, all the way while promising himself that from now on, he’d tell you everything.

Originally posted by daffodiltae

Taehyung: Just as Yoongi, he’d probably destroy something in his frustration, shouting at everyone to tell him where you were. He wouldn’t calm down until he found you; once he tracked your phone he thought of an apology on his way to your location, jumping out of the car to throw his arms around you. The pain would be visible in both your and his eyes so he’d lean his forehead against yours, entertwining hands with you as he told you he loved you.

Originally posted by bang-sayang

Jungkook: He’d probably shout at the guy who had told him you were missing, search for you for hours. He’d be down and depressed when he identified someone hugging themselves at the beach as you, walk up behind you and press your back against his body. When you didn’t push him away, he’d kiss you on the top of your head. “I would have told you, but I didn’t want you to be scared of me. I couldn’t risk losing you.” he’d say, then just stand there watching the reflection of the night sky in the waves.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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Eighteen {KJM} (M)

Part 1 | Part 2
The Letter

Description: You’re an eighteen year old bartender and Junmyeon comes in with Baekhyun one day. He hits on you, then feels bad because you’re eighteen, then realizes he just doesn’t care. He likes you.

Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst

Word Count: 10,384

Warning: Smut

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader (feat. Baekhyun)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

At eighteen, you were perfectly content working at a bar. You just served everybody who came up to you, it was that easy. It was fun for you, but if you had a penny for every time a much older man hit on you, you’d be rich enough to leave the country.

They all backed down when you told them that you were only eighteen thankfully, but you’d begun to wonder exactly why that changed people’s minds. It wasn’t as busy as usual that night, at least at the bar. The floor was always crazy and loaded with people.

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15 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,299

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental health deterioration & grief, smut, injury recovery, violence, death, blood & gore and dead bodies

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

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Wendigo Boyfriend

A wendio story emerges after lots of requests for it! I’ve had this idea for a bit and then I got an ask that helped spark the idea. I hope ya’ll enjoy! Please keep sending your requests!


   The car stalled and now you’re walking up and down the side of the road trying to get a signal on your phone. Your boyfriend is smoking in the car as you freeze in the cold. The air feels heavy with the dark, and your breath puffs out in thick white clouds. He was sitting on your sweater, but when you asked him for it, he wouldn’t move.

   You go back to the car and sit inside, trying to warm up again and he pops your arm. You turn and look at him, ash falling from the tip of the cigarette and outside the window.

   “Well?” He snarls.

   You shake your head, remaining quiet.

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hopeless fountain kingdom sentence starters

THE PROLOGUE

  • ❝ civil blood makes civil hands unclean. ❞
  • ❝ i am a child of a money hungry, prideful country. ❞
  • ❝ hands so bloody, tastes like honey. ❞
  • ❝ i’m finding it hard to leave ❞

100 LETTERS

  • ❝ i find myself alone at night unless i’m having sex. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t let him touch me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored. ❞
  • ❝ i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors. ❞
  • ❝ please don’t go away ❞
  • ❝ it’s too late. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop thinking that i almost gave you everything. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop wishing that i never gave you anything. ❞

EYES CLOSED

  • ❝ i know where to lay. ❞
  • ❝ i know what to say. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all the same. ❞
  • ❝ i know how to play. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he looks just like you. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll never stay, they never do. ❞
  • ❝ if i keep my eyes closed he feels just like you. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been replaced. ❞
  • ❝ i’m face to face with someone new. ❞
  • ❝ tell me where i went wrong. ❞
  • ❝ tell me how to move on. ❞
  • ❝ he don’t realize that i’m thinking about you. ❞

HEAVEN IN HIDING

  • ❝ no time for wishful thinking. ❞
  • ❝ i can put up one good fight. ❞
  • ❝ i can put on a show. ❞
  • ❝ don’t you see what you’re finding? ❞
  • ❝ this is heaven in hiding. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t have no time for conversation. ❞

ALONE

  • ❝ i’m still alone in my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i know you’re dying to meet me. ❞
  • ❝ baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did. ❞

NOW OR NEVER

  • ❝ i don’t wanna fight right now. ❞
  • ❝ we’re running out of time. ❞
  • ❝ i’m calling it a night. ❞
  • ❝ trying to talk to a wall, but you could never tear it down for me. ❞
  • ❝ i want you to love me now or never. ❞

SORRY

  • ❝ i’ve missed your calls for months it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i still know your birthday. ❞
  • ❝ sorry that i can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me. ❞
  • ❝ sorry i could be so blind, didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind. ❞
  • ❝ i run away when things are good. ❞
  • ❝ it seems i broke your heart. ❞
  • ❝ someone will love you, but someone isn’t me. ❞

GOOD MOURNING

  • ❝ there’s a place where love conquers all. ❞
  • ❝ don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing. ❞
  • ❝ she begs to be loved. ❞

LIE

  • ❝ breakfast is cold. ❞
  • ❝ i’m watching you choke down the words that you said. ❞
  • ❝ i get the message you wish i was dead. ❞
  • ❝ if you don’t love me no more, then lie. ❞

WALLS COULD TALK

  • ❝ i’m about four minutes from a heart attack. ❞
  • ❝ i think you make me a maniac. ❞
  • ❝ damn, if these walls could talk. ❞
  • ❝ shit is crazy, right? ❞
  • ❝ that ain’t your baby no more. ❞

BAD AT LOVE

  • ❝ he’s calling me a bitch again. ❞
  • ❝ i believe that we’re meant to be. ❞
  • ❝ jealousy got the best of me. ❞
  • ❝ i always make the same mistakes. ❞
  • ❝ i’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying. ❞

DON’T PLAY

  • ❝ i don’t give a damn what you say to me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m moving on. ❞
  • ❝ motherfucker, don’t play with me. ❞

STRANGERS

  • ❝ she doesn’t kiss me on the mouth anymore. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers. ❞
  • ❝ she doesn’t call me on the phone anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve crossed a line. ❞
  • ❝ i must’ve lost my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed. ❞
  • ❝ i miss the thought of a forever, you and me. ❞
  • ❝ all you’re missing is my body. ❞

ANGEL ON FIRE

  • ❝ nobody seems to ask about me anymore. ❞
  • ❝ nobody seems to care about what i think. ❞
  • ❝ look at me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m faded away. ❞ 
  • ❝ you know, i used to be on fire. ❞
  • ❝ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❞

DEVIL IN ME

  • ❝ i scream too loud if i speak my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me. ❞
  • ❝ you said i’m too much to handle. ❞
  • ❝ now i gotta wake it up, the devil in me. ❞

HOPELESS

  • ❝ boy, you make it look so easy. ❞
  • ❝ sorry, baby girl, but i can’t tonight. ❞
  • ❝ you know the truth hurts, but secrets kill. ❞
  • ❝ you and all your friends hate me. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easy to forgive. ❞