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Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.

You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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Practice Makes Perfect - Kai Parker Smut

“I have a proposal.” I slammed my books down on the table, sliding into a chair in front of Kai. My knees touched his and I smiled, taking off my scarf and grabbing my bag to find my mirror and reapply my lipstick.

“What do you want now, Barbie™?” Kai sighed. He held his coffee cup in his hands, his hair messy, dark circles under his eyes. I loved it. He must’ve been up all night writing the essay he hadn’t finished.

“I was thinking that I could give you oral.” I said. Kai’s eyes widened and he almost spit out his coffee, coughing loudly and causing attention to turn to us. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Anyway, I owe you for saving my life and I need to know how to do it since I’m planning on giving Tyler a blow job tonight, which I can’t screw up. That would be embarrassing.” I said, taking out my study materials, twirling the gel pen in my hand.

Kai was shocked obviously, breathing in shakily. “And this is your way of paying me back?” he questioned. I swear, if he rejected me, I’d move to Sri Lanka and raise elephants.

“Before you say anything, I have a list of rules.” I gave him a piece of paper. “If you agree with the terms and conditions, come to my dorm in twenty minutes.” I said, grabbing my stuff, hurrying away.

I meandered the hallways and finally found my dorm, sinking on my bed, I sat up and contemplated going topless just in case Kai wasn’t already aroused at the thought of me sucking him off. I decided that it was inappropriate.

What kind of friend would he be if he rejected my offer? I’m great. I didn’t really talk to any other boys besides Kai, Tyler, and my therapist.

I’d just let him guide me, no exposed skin or anything, anyway. I didn’t want him using this against me someday, which was one of the rules.

Kai opened the door. “Please don’t make this awkward. Sit down.” I ordered him. He chewed on his lip as he sat beside me. “Okay, tell me if I do anything wrong.” I said.

“Sure.” He agreed cooly, taken aback as I kissed him, putting my hand on his thigh.

He brought his hand up to my neck and I grabbed it, pulling away for a second to say “don’t touch me.”

I unbuckled his belt, I finally pulled away from his pink mouth and got on my knees in between his legs. “Can I talk?” He swallowed.

“Not unless you’re telling me something crucial.” I said, helping him drag his pants to his ankles. I almost laughed out loud at his themed superman boxers.

I took his penis out of it’s constraints. “Oh god,” he breathed out as I wrapped my hand around him. “Can I touch you now?” He asked shakily.

“No.” I said softly, exploring my hands over his cock.

“But I - I can guide you.” He bit his lip. His chest was moving up and down slowly. “Fuck.” He groaned as I swiped my thumb over the head.

“Watch your language.” I said. He half opened his eyes, his hands clenched in my newly washed sheets. “Is now a good time for me to use my mouth?” I asked, fluttering my eyes up at him.

“Yes, please.” He nodded, watching my every move nervously.

“Okay, tell me if I do something wrong.” I said softly, leaning up over him. I rubbed my lips together, smoothing my lipstick out.

I finally wrapped my mouth over the tip of his dick and his hips jerked up involuntarily. “Kai!” I pulled away. He was panting.

“You’re taking too damn long!” He said, flustered. He frowned, his jaw all clenched up.

“Okay, can you be patient? It’s my first time and I can easily replace you.” I glared, proceeding with my actions. I stuck my tongue out as I slowly took him into my mouth, the foreign taste of his fluids on my tongue.

“God dammit - shit - fuck.” He groaned, holding his jazz hands in the air as I took him in as far as I could, stopping momentarily.

My eyes began to water as I swallowed, taking him in further until my eyes blurred. I stopped until my nose was touching him. He clenched his stomach and I reached up to pull his shirt up and watch his abs.

I pulled away slowly, a tear rolling down my cheek. I took him into my mouth again, running my hand up to feel his heart beat under his shirt.

I made sure I drew in as I let go, taking a deep breath. “Am I doing good so far?” I asked, my voice a bit deeper, feeling excited myself.

“You’re doing amazing, baby.” He bit his lip. He put his hand in my hair. I would’ve been upset since I took so long doing it this morning. But I let him touch me, tingles flowing down my back.

“Great.” I smiled, kissing the tip of his penis. “You can – how do you say it – fuck my mouth.” I said, blushing.

“Oh my god.” He breathed out. I opened my mouth and took him in again. He bobbed my head up and down slowly, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair. “Oh, baby.” He said shakily.

“Mhmmmmmm.” I hummed, running my hands up around his back. He thrusted his hips up against me, my eyes getting glossy as he pushed me down onto him.

“Fuck!” Kai yelled in frustration, pushing me down faster, lifting his hips up. “Please don’t stop.” He cried through clenched teeth.

I made sure I siphoned him further into my mouth. “Mmm!” I moaned, feeling his muscles tense as he stopped moving and breathing.

He took his hands away so I could freely pull away. But I didn’t and he warned me “I’m coming!” I looked up at him as he squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back.

“Ohhh…” He growled, letting go in my mouth as his breathing slowed down. I pulled away, my jaw aching as I stuck my tongue out, licking away the string of semen from my mouth to his dick after swallowing the rest.

I totally didn’t have to do that, I knew, but I loved over achievement. And the fantastic, satistying feeling I got when I saw Kai’s face.

I wiped my chin of saliva and he pulled me up by my arms, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, letting him put his hand on my neck.

“I hope you’re happy that you’ve ruined my whole life.” He pulled away.

“The feeling is mutual.” I said. “But you can make up for it.” My eyes glimmered.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any break up fics with a happy ending?

Thank you for these requests! ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN! (I couldn’t include a lot of fics because the breakup aspect is a spoiler, but let me know if I missed any that you think should be on here!)

Yuuri and Victor Break Up (With a Happy Ending!)

rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k
Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is.
“What are you doing here?”
He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. WHAT THE HECK THIS IS AMAZING

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips. I love this fic omg

Equal Footing by runningwafers, Gen, 4.3k
When Yuuri says he wants to end things the night before the free skate, Victor breaks down. Maybe it’s the catalyst they need to finally get on the same page about their relationship. 

See You Next by rougeandtonic, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri realizes that he’ll sabotage Victor’s career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won’t. A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away. SO MUCH ANGST 

Let’s End This by DawnMalfoy, Not Rated, 1.9k
Yuuri is not good at difficult conversations, so when it comes to having a difficult conversation with Victor things don’t go as he planned them to. HAPPY ENDING!

The Love We Deserve by cactusoctupus, Mature, 20k
The thing is Victor is so beautiful, so brilliant. And he always imagined that Victor was just around Yuuri to have fun. To have something to do. The proposal however, made it too real. Yuuri could not accept Victor loving him that way. Because Victor deserved better than that. He deserved better. I haven’t read this yet but it was rec’d to me by a follower!

They Say by momichi, Teen, 3.6k
They say Victor and Yuuri aren’t really a thing, but Yuri Plisetsky knows better. Very cute and a bit angsty!

Holding on for Dear Life by icterine, Teen, 2.4k
It turns out that sometimes heartbreak happens in seconds, unexpectedly – and once it does, there’s no dulling of the senses. Victor’s heart shatters. Great one-shot!

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by deeleeon, Teen, 9.3k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri have known each other for a long time…
“We’ve been friends for 6 years, dated for another 3, was married for 2 and…. got divorced 2 years ago.” Victor says as he drinks his beer.
“Maybe that’s the reason why you still can’t let go… You guys have known each other for such a long time.” Chris replies as he looks as his friend.
“I should be fine. I’m the one who asked for a divorce…” Victor smiles bitterly as he stares at his drink. 

Compromises by Ellie_Rosie, Teen, 51k **Graphic Depictions of Violence 
Their relationship was one of compromises, Yuuri thought, usually in Victor’s favour. Not that Yuuri minded - in all likelihood, he would probably set himself on fire if Victor complained about being cold. But there was one thing Yuuri point blank refused to compromise on; he would not step foot within a 100 metre radius of an ice rink. WOW!

Our Love by flippednique, Not Rated, 16k
“I want a divorce.” There was a barrage of emotions on Yuuri’s face that ranged from shock, to hurt, to disbelief, to pained, to angry, to livid before he pulled away from Viktor completely, grabbed his scarf and left the house with the door banging on his way out. The word, “Fine.” rang like a death sentence. Strangely enough, Viktor felt like he could breathe. Sooo angsty omg

We Don’t Have to Stay Buried by nagoyadelay, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri moved to Russia to be with Viktor. But everything went wrong. Two and a half years after a brutal break-up, Yuuri and Viktor have an unexpected encounter that leaves them both confused, vulnerable, and possibly… ready to try again? Have they both grown enough as people to form a lasting relationship? Or will they repeat the mistakes that doomed them the first time around? This is so so good so far! 

stay by my side by paranoid_fridge, Not Rated, 3.1k
“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.” Another great happy ending fic!

DM Underestimated our cruelty

On our first mission, we encountered a group of ten Kobolds. We proceeded to put eight of them to sleep and one-shot the others, then intimidated and mutilated the leader until he fainted twice. He claims the person we’re looking for was taken for something related to their god.

Paladin: So, tell us about this god of yours.
Kobold (DM): He is the great god…
DM (ooc): whose name I haven’t come up with. You guys weren’t supposed to find out about the god yet…


I’ve read so many fics lately my heart has been bursting with feels and i hAVE to share them with you! The writers below, god I love every single one of them and hope my writing is as good as theirs one day!!!

But in no particular order, here we go!

(** = favorites)


OK but honestly now, there’s a whole lot more so I recommend just following her and binge-reading her stuff cause they’re all so fluffy and heartwarming and gahhhhhh. Traci. You da girl. 


This scenario made me feel all kind of ways after I finished it. It was one of those fics that I couldn’t just forget. Her writing is absolutely beautiful and it’s like I’m reading poetry. 


  • run (college au) **
  • grow (fantasy au)

ok yes I’m aware that both of them are yoongi scenarios yes I’m yoongi trash ok? ok but god…dreamscript and your writings…FRICKING A+


no its not smut. It’s actually one of the cutest, most adorable jimin scenario’s ive ever read and I’m not joking, I legit squealed.


(is it just me or did I seriously just rec all her fics that start with an m….)



  • give you the world (streetartist au) **
    • God. GOD. THIS ONE. tHIS ONE IS BY FAR one of the best fics I’ve read. It held so much emotion and the plot was beautiful and honestly the story just felt so real to me, I’m amazed. Jen, you are the definition of writer goals. I LOVE YOU! <3


  • dearly beloved (2 parts) (READ IT) **
    • *SCREAMS* is an accurate represenation of me the whole time I read this, goshhhhhh Jimin scenarios are honestly my weakness and tie in the whole “I hate you and you hate me but I actually love you but my pride and ego won’t allow for that ha nope” 

@exoticarmy127 **

Yes I just gave her actual account stars because I have read (I’m not joking) every single one of her stories and loved every single one like her writing is beyond this universe and yet it’s so simple and beautiful at the same time. I can even say that Kaye was the reason I wanted to start writing because I wanted to be able to read my works one day and say that “i wrote that” and that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Kaye. THANK YOU SO MUCH KAYE for being an inspiration, an amazing and beautifully talented writer who manages to blow my mind every single time. 

For my followers who don’t know her, don’t even hesitate to read her works cause you will love them, a 100% guarantee from me. BUT I’ve still managed to compile my favorites from her writing below (probably the most difficult thing I’ve had to do lol)

  • cold & hold me tight 
    • these two were one the first scenarios I read of Kaye’s and they had pulled me in asdfghjkl it was just so cute and so angst and so ajdnififisn
  • as promised 
    • daddy taehyung has got me weak in my feels. 
  • you, me, & the little things in between 
    • I think I cried a good bit with this cause my heart was too fragile for all the angst and cutesyness. 
  • laws of motion and attraction
    • low and behold the holy grail of Kaye’s work. This one was a rollercoaster of emotions and there were surprises at every single chapter that I had never anticipated and in a honestly, this was a real piece of art. 

BUT that’s all for now guys! Once I read any more, I’ll definately update the list and let you in on the great fics floating around on tumblr. But if you guys have any recommendations for me ( I AM OPEN TO ANYTHING SEND ME ANYTHING I LOVE ANYTHING ), just drop them in my ask or message me and we can fangirl about it together once I read it hahaha! 

Hope you guys enjoy the list and don’t forget to check out the other works of these writers too! They’re all amazing and truly talented!


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Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 

You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.


You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.


Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”


“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”


Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, please let me know if you did by giving it a heart and if you want a part 2, please let me know about that as well! 

I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~

47. Metal Arm Kink

Word Count: 3,139
A/N: I got super carried away with this and I really hope I didn’t ramble and it comes off the way I want it to. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Bucky overhears Y/N talking with Natasha and Wanda about the things she wants him to do to her with his metal fingers. He’s happy to oblige. 
Written by: @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

Originally posted by retardell

As you walked into the compound, a bottle of wine in each hand, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in your chest. When you entered the common room, you were happy to see Natasha and Wanda already there, pizza and chips on the coffee table, and wine glasses ready to be filled. They looked up when you entered, cheering when they saw the alcohol in your hand. You sat on the floor with the couch to your back and handed Nat one of the bottles.

 “I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Wanda said as you opened the bottle of white wine and poured yourself a glass. “It feels like there’s so much testosterone in this place. It’ll be nice to be just us girls for a few hours.” You kicked your shoes off and leaned back, drink in hand. The guys had all decided that they needed a night out to relieve some stress. We had decided that a night involving sweaty, drunken strangers wasn’t something we were feeling so we decided to enjoy the quiet and have a girls’ night in.

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Don't be an asshole to the guy letting you into the bar

So I work the door at a bar in my town on weekends. It’s a pretty busy downtown area and on Saturday nights we check the ID of everyone that comes in, just to cover our own ass. So this 24 year old looking lady comes in and I ask her for her ID. She immediately goes on a tirade of “do you know how old I am?!” I explain that it doesn’t matter and I have to check everyone’s ID as that’s our policy (along with the policy of almost every other bar in town.) so all her friends give me their IDs without any issue. Finally the angry one gets her ID out and touches it to my face and says “see I’m fucking 30! And it’s my birthday today!” So I politely respond with “that’s nice. Maybe you should act like it.” And she loses her shit telling me how much of a dick I am. And I told her she didn’t need to come into the bar if she didn’t want to. And she told me she’d be where ever she wanted to be. And this is where she is drinking. So she goes to the bar and I tell all the bartenders to make her wait as long as possible before serving her and then to only serve her once and cut her off. She stood at the bar for 20 minutes or so before finally getting a chance to order. She orders one shot and then goes to order a drink, the  bartender responds with a smile. “I’m sorry mam we are going to have to stop serving you. You appear to be to drunk.” She freaks out and tells her friends they are leaving the bar. But the best part is all her friends were having a great time and didn’t want to leave. So she ended up leaving by herself on her birthday.

TL:DR. Don’t Piss off the guys letting you into a bar. They have just as much say in whether you get drinks as the bartenders do.


Jungkook thinks about the night you spent together.

Originally posted by kookie-bts

word count: 3.8k
genre: smut

Monster – one | two

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Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff

Prompt: Jared and Y/N move in together very early in their relationship. Y/N feels out of place and decides to leave abruptly, without telling Jared where she’s going. Ten months down the road, Jared has still hung onto her and still loves her and she realizes that she’s loved him all along. Based on the song “Austin” by Blake Shelton. 

A/N: This switches between Jared and the readers POV. Hopefully it’s not too confusing. There are lines when POV’s switch, it’s just never stated. 

When you moved out to Vancouver to follow Jared, the two of you had only been dating five months. It was a huge step in your relationship. Jared had gotten a job on a new TV show called Supernatural, and instead of leaving you behind in Austin, he asked you to come with him.

You hadn’t been able to find work in Vancouver, but you helped out around set as much as possible - mostly with cleanup or setup. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t what you wanted to do in life. You had dreams of your own that practically begged to be fulfilled.

Jared got up early in the morning everyday to get to work. You shared a small apartment, just big enough for the two of you and his two dogs. It wasn’t much but it worked. Occasionally, Jensen was there too, in the spare bedroom, but when they left every morning, you were always completely alone.

You had already bought a plane ticket back home. It was a hard decision but after a long phone call with your brother and one with your dad as well, you decided it was right. You packed everything you needed, keeping it hidden from Jared - not wanting him to worry. Although, maybe it was a dumb idea to just leave him a note instead of calling him or talking to him face to face. But you were too afraid, and the plane would be leaving in a few hours, and it felt like the right thing to do, at the time.

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Always Be There (Archie x Reader)

Request: Can you do a romantic Archie Andrews Riverdale Imagine?

“Are you alright?” You asked Archie as he came out of the boys locker room holding his hand in the other.

“I’m fine. What are you even doing here?” Archie answer back. Not believing him you picked up his hand, and as you did Archie winced at the touch. Rolling your eyes at the lying boy you made sure there was no bruising and everything looked in place. He probably just twisted it the wrong way.

“I heard you got hurt during practice so I rushed here, and as I can tell it’s a good thing I did.” You said as you crossed your arms giving Archie a look of disappointment. “Why did you keep on playing if you knew you were injury? You could’ve made everything worse” Archie looked at you at a loss for words not wanting to fight with you since you were right about the situation.

“I just really want to make captain. Everyone is depending on me to and I can feel the pressure building.” Archie mumble out ashamed of his actions as he thought it through more clearly now.

“Your lucky that nothing got worse. If it did captain would of been off of the table and then you would of let everyone down but most importantly yourself. If you want this, fight for it but don’t put yourself at risk Arch, you will only get burned in the end.” You said softly trying to comfort the upset boy in front of you. Lacing one of your hands with his, you pulled his face up with the other. “You know I’ll always be proud of you no matter what’s on the front of your jersey. So will the rest of your friends and family. We love you Arch captain or not we still will.” Archie finally gave you smile but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I didn’t really think it through I just knew I wanted it. I didn’t care about myself at that point and now I’m regretting it” Archie let out trying to keep calm as the pain was now shooting through his wrist.

“I think we should take you home Arch, get some ice to put on it and something for your pain.” Archie nodded and let you lead the way to your car so you could bring him home.

“Good evening Mr.Andrews” You called as he walked into the door after a long day of work. You were sitting down on the couch with Archie head in your lap. His hand was now wrapped up but he was still in pain. Not wanting to hurt himself anymore you guys decided to have a night in to watch movies.

“Evening Y/N and Archie” Fred said but stop when something caught his eyes. “What happened to your hand Archie?” Sitting up from your lap Archie started to explain to his father

“I injury it during football practice today, it’s not broke or anything just really hurts”

“Next time try to be more careful, we wouldn’t anything to happen to your wrist. It would take away two of the things you love the most, football music” Fred warned, Archie just nodded his head happy that his father wasn’t upset with him. As Fred left to go cook supper Archie turned towards you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably not much since you would have a broken wrist”  You joked and Archie smack your chest lightly as you both laughed.

“And heart” Archie said changing the mood to serious. You smiled it always made you feel some type of way when he would say sweet things to you. Only Arch managed to make you feel like this was all you needed in life. “I love you Y/N” Archie said with a grinned pasted on his face.

“I love you too Arch” Leaning in to kiss him you couldn’t help but feel lucky. Archie was every girl dream guy and you managed to get him. Feeling his lips against yours was alluring, you didn’t need anything else in this moment. Both of you guys pulled to catch your breath after the overwhelming feeling.

“So pizza?” Mr.Andrews questioned as he reentered the room, making Archie and you look at each other wide eyes. Knowing if he came in moments before he would of caught you guys making out on his couch.

“Sure dad” Arch spoke as blush came upon his cheeks.

“Great” As his dad left the room, Archie took your hand and said

“Come on let’s go to my room, where we have more privacy” Getting up to go you couldn’t help but feel like you were on cloud nine.


So I just saw Newsies Live and it was the best thing that ever happened. The camera work was super impressive. The close ups really allowed for smaller details to come through. The singing and audio was absolutely amazing. The cast album has nothing on the live recording. Nothing. Their voices have all matured so much and the difference is so noticeable. 

Jeremy Jordan is an angel. He brought a new depth to the that might have been harder to see on stage. His facial expressions really shone through in the close up shots. His Santa Fe also made me want to cry. The last note was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. 

Ben Fankhauser was also incredible! His Davey really develops as the show goes on. The acting was so perfect. His speaking voice is also so amazing. It’s so quietly determined but so clear, and when he shouts it makes you want to cry. 

Kara Lindsay was so good! Her voice had really developed since the original recordings. It’s not quite as shrill - something that really came through in Watch What Happens. Her acting was stellar - the perfect balance between sassy and determined, and just a little bit unsure. Her and Jeremy really brought a whole new level of romance. All there interactions were so adorable. 

Andrew Keenan Bolger was amazing as usual. I never knew Crutchie was so angry!! His acting really was great and you felt so much when Letter from the Refuge came on. He was perfectly balanced between innocent and young, and also an experienced newsie. 

 Also Ben Tyler Cook is possibly my favourite person ever. His voice is so high!! He really brought a sense of humour to the musical and his dancing was spectacular. King of New York was definitely a highlight and all of his lines were well executed and brought just enough lightheartedness to make you laugh. 

 All of the chorus were amazing. They’re all such high energy performers and every minute they were onstage you really felt like they were living the story. The dancing was so good and Seize the Day was the best. Also they really went all the way with the fight scenes. It doesn’t normally look that impressive in theatre but the jump cuts in this version really added to effect. There was some really excellent camera work going on. Some of my fave moments include: 

- all the harmonies! The audio quality was great and you could hear all of the lines. The harmonies were so beautiful 

- in Seize the Day they added some more dancers and turns and stuff. It was so together 

 - when Crutchie was taken away Jack looked so heartbroken 

 - when Katherine was revealed to be Pulitzers daughter there was a massive gasp from my cinema. It was so funny.

- after Jack shakes Roosevelt’s hand he freaks out with Davey in the background.  

- “poor GUYS head is spinning" 

- Katherine laughing at Race when he says erster

- “it’s a compromise we can all live with”

- ben fankhauser’s voice is so pure

- HD spitting 

Overall it was so great and you notice all these subtle thugs that weren’t really visible before. When one character is saying something important they often cut to a reaction shot of another character which really adds more depth to all of them. It was a really enjoyable show and I encourage everyone to go watch it or buy it when it’s released on dvd.


Another day, another homebrew!
Whilst I continue work on more designs for Eressi (Dogfighting rules anyone?) here is a one shot adventure I wrote with the help of a good friend of mine. Designed for a group of 4 - 6 5th level players and two Dungeon Masters (though it works perfectly fine with one!), this adventure was great fun to run, and lasted 7 hours - a fabulous day of dice rolling!

Have fun with it guys, and let me know how you found it. If you enjoyed it, I may write a few more adventures in the future!

This is the main chunk of the module. The Appendixes will be up next, so stay tuned! 

Birthday Love

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”  

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection
Read Trust
Read “Come Home To Me”
Read “What The What”
Read “You’re Mine”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1551

Requested by @bulletscrossbowpie:  Hey can I make a request for “Our Girl”, can it be Dean’s Birthday and Y/n wants to make it special cause he’s never had a good birthday. You can decide how she makes it special, if you can include Sam in the planning. Make it smutty please? 

Warning: Smut (one of the last one shots with smut that I will do)

A/N: No longer taking requests for this series.

          “You’re not mad?” you looked up at Sam after telling him your plan to make Dean’s birthday special.

           Sam smiled, “Of course I’m not mad,” he said, “I think it’s great that you want to make his birthday special. And …” he put his hands on your hips, “That just means I get a little birthday love too.”

           You smiled up at him, “Absolutely,” you nodded, “Thank you, Sammy.”

           “No, Baby; thank you,” he said, kissing you, “You’ve given us both love that we never thought we would find.”

           “You deserve all the love in the world.”

           “You make me feel like that’s true.”

           You kissed him softly, “I love you, Sam.”

           “I love you too.”

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Study Session

Pairing: Peter x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​: hey so i was hoping i could request another imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and is friends with Peter Parker and um they are having a study session in the lab and it’s going really well except when an assassin breaks in and peter protects her? the reader is also really shy and then she finds out peter is spiderman? lots of angst and fluff?

A/N: guess who’s back again! It’s me, your shitty writer with an equally shitty oneshot. I have exams that’s why I’ve been writing so less. Forgive me for that. It’s all fluffy, because that’s the only thing I can write. this by far the shortest one I’ve written. I will write something super angsty later. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, violence and needles.

Word Count: 1392

Originally posted by jessikaort

Peter and you were sat in the lab all alone. having him over was the best, you would talk about everything. It ranged from school to why vampires don’t live underwater. He made you feel like you had someone who cared.

Being tony stark’s daughter you had every luxury you could ask for, but there was always this one missing; a true friend. You found a true friend in him. he was just the perfect boy in every way, he was dorky and adorable, he made you laugh, you never ran out of things to talk about, he was everything you could ever ask for.

  ‘and my equation is balanced.’ You said after writing down the last reaction. Peter took your notebook and scanned it.

‘you’re really good at chemistry you have balanced all the equations right.’ He said running his finger down the scribbled content.

‘thanks.’ You gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back. You leaned back in the chair and sighed. ‘I like science, it fascinates me a lot. I just hate the mugging up part’

‘everyone does.’ He looked at your faced but quickly turned his gaze away as he noticed he was staring. ‘so, um’ he cleared his throat. ‘why are you spending the Friday night studying? You could’ve gone out with anyone. Your friends, Natasha, Wanda…. some guy you liked.’ he mumbled the last word.

‘I don’t really have a crush as such. And I love spending time with you.’ his face brightened when he heard this statement. ‘plus, ya know I’m not very good with da people.’ you waved your hands in the air and he chuckled.

‘I know alright, it took you what? Like 2 weeks to talk to me.’ he said and you shoved him playfully.

‘look who’s talking, peter awkward parker, you always sat in the ‘loner’ section and would always fumble around girls.’ You teased him and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘peter?’

‘yeah?’ he looked up from his textbook.

‘there’s no one in the tower.’ You said looking in a distance. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted slightly.

‘we both know what that means.’ He said trying to control his laughter and concentrating on the book.

‘seriously?’ you looked at him and he wiggled his brows in response making your face burn a bright shade of red.

  ‘you should’ve told me earlier there wasn’t going to be anyone around, I would’ve come prepared.’ He said casually and you smacked him with a notebook. ‘OW! That hurt’ he pointed a finger at you.

‘you deserved it, bitch.’ You crossed your arms. ‘I still am bored though.’

‘you can sti-‘

‘NO. peter enough.’ You sat up straight.

‘oh, so you can say the filthiest of things but when I say just two sentences all of hell breaks loose? Ah, patriarchy.’ He shook his head and you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘I’m done. What do you wanna do?’ you thought for a while before an idea struck your mind.

‘Pete?’ you asked sweetly and he quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘are you-‘ you moved closer to him.

‘yeah?’ he squinted his eyes a little.

‘are you ticklish!?’ you jumped on him and started tickling him.

‘get off of me!!’ he laughed loudly. ‘(y/n)! Please! I can’t breathe.’ His face turned red from all the laughing but you didn’t stop.

‘aww, little Petey’s ticklish?’ you giggled.

‘that’s it!’ he said and pinned you down. ‘now, (y/n), that was about me, are you ticklish?’ he smiled mischievously and started to tickle you. but you didn’t laugh. ‘what the fuck?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘I don’t know.’

‘here?’ he tickled you in the side of your ribs but your expression remained unchanged.

‘nope, I’m dead down there.’ you said deadpanned.

 ‘come on, everyone has a tickle spot!’ he continued his efforts to no avail.

‘peter, dad wouldn’t like it when he sees this footage of you trying to find my “tickle spot”.’ You made quotation marks in the air.

‘holy-‘ he got off you and helped you stand up.

‘he’ll kill me.’ ‘mhm. He’s a little over protective sometimes but he’s the best.’ You smiled. ‘you want something to eat?’ you asked and he nodded. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’

You were making your way to the kitchen humming and smiling. You had the most fun with peter, you weren’t your shy self around him, you were yourself with him. You were so happy you had someone like peter around.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw an image move from the corner of your eye. You looked in its direction but couldn’t find anyone there. You shrugged and carried on walking before you were caught in a tight grip. You tried to call out but a hand covered your mouth.

‘hello, darling. Sorry to interrupt your study date but you see, your asshole dad shouldn’t have messed with us.’ a gravelly voice of a man whispered in your ear. You struggled and got his hand of your mouth.

‘don’t you dare speak about my father that way! Jarv-‘ you couldn’t speak more for he slapped a piece of tape across your mouth and tightened his grip into a bone crushing one, he was too strong. Tear welled up in your eyes because of the pain and he let out a breathy chuckle.

‘and what’s he going to do? he is nothing without that suit of his. And you are his weakness, see I’m not going to do much,’ he said and you felt a cold needle scrape near your neck. A panic quickly set in and you tried wriggling out of his grip. ‘I’ll just sedate you, and when I get you , we’ll get you all nicely prepared for your daddy to see. Okay?’ he said and you felt the needle enter your skin and maybe a drop or two enter you vein; but that was all you felt. the man was gone with a gust of wind.

You quickly turned around to find the man unconscious and pinned to the wall with webbings.

Spiderman?’ you furrowed your brows and thought. But it wasn’t him you found when you looked around but it wasn’t the red masked hero you found, it was peter.

‘you touch her, and I’ll kill you!’ peter growled. You didn’t know what to think, everything happened too suddenly. He kneeled beside you, you didn’t realise you were sitting on the floor. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand violently. He grabbed your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

 ‘hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?’ he asked as he rubbed your arms.

‘I-I don’t know what to think!’ you managed to say. ‘you- you are Spiderman! An assassin broke into the most well-guarded facility and-‘ you couldn’t continue as you winced and gripped your rib.

‘shh… come with me.’ he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. you didn’t know what to do you were in pain, trauma and not to forget peter’s arms. He kicked the door open and laid you on your bed.

 ‘yes, I am Spiderman.’ He said and sat beside you. ‘And no I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t risk your life. You mean too much, I-I just couldn’t. Mr. Stark knows and we agreed to keep it a secret. I just couldn’t lose you. i-‘ you didn’t let him continue and captured his lips with yours. he kissed back immediately but then drew back. ‘look you don’t have to do this because I saved your life and stuff-‘ he blurted out with a pink smudge.

‘shut up.’ you said and pulled him back. You kissed him lovingly and sweetly, letting him know the affection you had for him and how glad you were to have him. you both pulled back for air and had equally red faces.

‘that was the best kiss I ever had.’ He breathed and you let out a chuckle. ‘soooo… does this mean you like me?’

‘no, I kiss every guy this way.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘didn’t you know?’ you crossed your arms.

‘so go out with me? um, tomorrow?’ he asked and you smiled.

‘I would love to.’ You snuggled in his arm and looked up at him.

‘great.’ He grinned and kissed your cheek before leaning against your headboard.

Passionately jealous (Simon Request)

“Well thank you very much, I had a great time tonight” You smile to the handsome young man that stood in front of you.
“Yeah same here, maybe we could do this again some time?” He suggests.
“Sounds good, I’ll call you,” You nod, the classic way to end a date.
“Bye (y/n)” He smiles and heads back down the driveway to his parked car.
You had met Kieran a week ago in central London and he had requested a date for tonight. It went well, both of you exchanging in a flowing conversation and occasionally laughing at the other’s words but nothing more. There was no electrical spark. No jokes that made you laugh until your sides hurt and there were tears rolling down your cheeks and your laughs were of a volume that wasn’t very socially accepted. No adoration for each other and fascination for whatever the other said. Not like it was with him.
“Where have you been (y/n)?” Simon questions, stood a few steps up on the whirling stairs behind you.
“I told you, I was going out with Kieran” You shrug, walking towards the kitchen casually.
“No, you didn’t tell me you were going out” He responds bluntly, “I don’t even know who this guy is”
“Simon I told you about him last week” You sigh, pouring yourself a glass of water.
“Who? The guy you met at the gym?” He asks, leaning back with folded arms against the kitchen island.
“No, that was Brad and I told you that didn’t work out. He was wayyy too confident for my liking” You mention.
“So you’re now going out with a new guy each week that I know nothing about and I don’t know where you are for the entire night” He raises his brows.
“Jesus Christ Simon, what’s up your ass?” You roll your eyes.
“Don’t try to act like I’m overreacting!” He retorts, “This guy could’ve been a psycho, he could’ve taken you anywhere and we would’ve had no idea because you didn’t even tell us! Anything could’ve happened to you”
“I went on a date!” You exclaim, getting increasingly annoyed with his overly protective attitude, “There’s nothing wrong with that! Just cause you find fault in every girl you talk to, doesn’t mean I can’t give people a chance”
“This isn’t about me! Its about you being immature and not thinking about your own safety”
“No no this is about you Simon” You disagree, “This is about you suddenly having this older brother attitude towards anything I do lately, like you think you have the right to control everything I do and quite frankly, it’s pathetic! You need to get over yourself and understand that I’m 24 and I’m likely to go on dates when I want to”
“Not this often!” He raises his voice slightly, “You’re turning into-”
“Go on, finish that sentence” You look at him expectantly, “A slut? A slag? Its good to know thats what you think of me Mr I can Never Find A Girl Good Enough”
You storm off, straight up the stairs and into your room with a furious annoyance burning in each of your steps on the carpeted floor.
“Of course that’s not what I was fucking going to say!” Simon announces, barging into your room.
“Just please fuck off” You sigh, I’ve got editing to do and I don’t want to still be up at sunrise preferably"
He pauses for a moment and simply stands there as you go about changing into a sidemen sweatshirt and some track shorts.
You and Simon had known each other for almost 5 years now and you knew each other like the back of your hand. You had lived together since he moved in with the guys and you were the only female of the ‘sidemen’. They were all like your brothers. Except him.
“What is it with all these guys recently (y/n)?” He asks, no longer with the judgemental tone to his voice but one of more confusion and inquisitiveness.
“I’ve just realised that I’m 24 and I’ve never been in a relationship, not even close” You lie through casual words, “So, I thought what’s the harm in going on a few dates? And if nothing comes of it, at least I know I gave it a shot”
You didn’t give the date a shot. You gave your great escape a shot. Your great escape at clearing yourself of the pit you had fallen into. Into the love of your best friend.
That’s what all of this had been for. To release yourself from the unrequited grip that your love for Simon had locked around you.
“Doesn’t sound like you” he states simply.
“Well, maybe its okay to do something out of your comfort zone” You nod, trying to keep yourself busy by tidying your room roughly.
“Yeah” He mumbles.
The room is filled with a screaming silence for a few seconds and when you turn around, you expect him to leave without another word.
“And (y/n)” He starts, “I was going to say that you were turning into one of those normal girls. I’d never think of you in the way you thought I did”
He walks out after that, closing the door lightly behind him and leaving a horrific silhouette of guilt and confusion in his wake.
You couldn’t leave it like that.
“What was that supposed to mean?” You question abruptly, storming into his room like the pair of you were a record stuck on repeat.
He turns in his chair and looks at you. He looks defeated. Like he’d lost hope.
“I just meant with the whole going to fancy restaurants and wearing smart clothes, it’s what all the other girls do. Not you” He shrugs simply.
“Why should it matter to you?” You ask, feeling a strange bubbling in your chest.
“Because” He begins, “Because you’re being like the girls I compare to you”
You pause. The bubbling turned to a pounding heart beat you couldn’t control.
“You’re the type of girl that said dates were overrated. That made a blunt comment if a guy came up to you in the bar because he would’ve been interrupting your night” He chuckles, “Without sounding too cheesy (y/n/n), I love that girl. The real you”
“This is all your fault you know?” You mutter, not realising it was of an audible volume until you had finishes speaking.
He looks at you with enough pain on his discombobulated face to make you want to kiss him right there and then. More than you usually did.
“Why do you have to be so cute? Making me laugh more than anyone else does, annoying me more than anyone but being able to make me feel better in an instant. Because we’re similar but completely different. And you give me piggy backs when we’ve been to the club because you think I’ve walked enough already and you come and sit with me at 6am in the morning so that I’m not editing alone even when you want nothing but to go to sleep” Your voice doesn’t crack but the lump in your throat is overwhelming.
As you turn around to begin the next stride of your pacing across his room, you’re stopped by a 6ft giant.
“Looks like me being jealous of those guys wasn’t necessary then” He raises his brows, blue eyes focused on yours like the dream would break if he looked away.
“So that’s how you are when you’re jealous?” You mumble, eyes crossing between his orbs and his slightly parted lips.
“I guess it is babygirl” He replies before his lips come crashing into yours.
It was in a way of deranged passion and obsessive adoration. Of hidden emotion and protective instincts. Of him telling you the dates weren’t necessary. Unless he was sat across from you.
(Feeling massively low and not at all inspired recently x Sorry for not posting as much x)

❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ idol!yoongi)

You would like to think of yourself as someone who had nothing to be afraid of (other than spiders because fuck that eight-legged piece of shi-). But in this moment as you’re making your way down to a place you never had a chance to agree to (but screw Jung Hoseok, just because he thinks he’s all famous now he can pull this shit on you), there’s no other choice. 

Hoseok was a great friend, you’ll give him that. He was patient, kind and loving but an asswipe who could guilt trip you with just one try of: “Are you really going to put him down like this by not showing up and giving him a chance? After all I’ve done to trying to get him to agree to this?”

Yeah, screw you.

Brushing off all ill thoughts and the many, many possibilities of how this could go wrong, one last breath before you push the door open to enter the restaurant wipes everything off to give this guy a shot. So far, in all your life, blind dates… hadn’t ended on the most positive notes. The other end would always be a mismatched piece to your puzzle, leaving the image of what could be and might be to incomplete.

You’re crossing out the previous… unpleasant dates to start afresh and maybe, just maybe things would be fine.

Fuck it things weren’t fine. The guy’s head was clearly too big for his body, throwing slurs and spewing words without much consideration if someone around him could haul his ass down for the things he’s said. Or the fact that he blatantly stated how your outfit didn’t seem to match your choice of colors (which by the way, fuck you dude, black matches with anything) so one last straw of him making a rude comment about how women deserve to be talked down regardless of the situation has you grabbing the cup of water before giving him the taste of how it feels like to be sitting here, listening to his crap as the coldness of iced water shocks him to his face.

With one last smile, you get up and leave.

As you’re walking down the sidewalk, you plan on leaving Hoseok a generous length of a voice message but white paints your face at the missing presence of your phone but - “H-Hey, miss?”

You spin around with your guard up, ready to pounce if it was that asshole that did nothing but waste your time with inconsideration and ignorance but - “Woah, easy there,”

When you realize it’s not him, you sigh and face him properly, shaking your head with an apology ready to be said but then - “I’m not that idiot who thought women deserved to be talked shit to,”

Your mouth opens, with a question ready to be asked but you only get out a soft how… and it seems like the stranger understands what you mean when he chuckles and makes you hold onto your phone before he leans back with his hands in his pocket, a smile on his face that somehow makes you feel like he understands.

“I was sitting at the table beside you,”

He finds it endearing when you start to think back of whether he was there or not and he waits patiently as you dig up through your fresh memories. He chuckles when you snap your fingers, eyes wide as you blink at him, “Ah! The one with the girl who argued the world was a cube?”

He groans and throw his head back, “Don’t even begin with that,”

There’s a mutual laughter being shared, as if comfort towards one another to make up for a - “Bad date?”

He blows his fringe that’s not covered by his beanie and rolls his shoulders, pouting a little at you and that’s a little cute to you, “I think yours was worse,”

“Well, I wouldn’t be so mad if he argued about the world being a damned box than all the crap he said,”

There’s another pause for a laugh, before this stranger puts his hand out, offering a smile, “I’m Yoongi. Hopefully, I don’t say as much crappy things as the last one,”

“Yoongi?” Your head bobs forward, yet, you put your hand in his with a small brow raise. He feels his heart dropping at the possible realization you might have. Cross his heart, over and over, please don’t but - “Ah! You’re Hoseok’s friend, right?”

She might be living under a rock, but that’s a rock I want to be under with.

“H-Hoseok? You know him?” He lets your hand go, and while it does make his heart yearn to hold it for a while longer, curiosity gets the best of him to straighten facts out before he jumps to conclusions. “Are we talking about the same guy here?”

“Yeah! He calls himself J-Hope but really, J Hope he can get some girls with that name,”

“I take it as you’re not too much of a fan of BTS?”

“Maybe if you were in it, I might be,”

“What if I told you I was?”

He’s stunned when you hold your hand out, palm facing up, eyes boring into his own with a hint of charisma that hooks Yoongi on, “Proof or it’s fake,”

He can see through that you’re doing this because it’s fun, and he returns the favor with narrowing his eyes at you with pressed lips. You mimic him and try to see if you can get him to crack if you lean in to stare at him but it doesn’t work when he too, holds his hand up and you lean away with your eyes widening at his arm raised in midair, “Dinner for proof,”

Although you could easily google (like Hoseok tells you to because woman if you don’t believe me, that’s your problem), you think, it is way more interesting when you slip your hand in his, allowing him to tug you to another restaurant with a deal.

((the real deal here is that yoongi didn’t even need to have proof to prove to you the legibility of such existence of a group. he finds that you find it much more interesting to know about him as a person, and vice versa when he enjoys listening to you speak.

oh, even more when you’re able to lead him back to his dorm, which is also where - “jung hoseok, i’m going to murder you!”

“h-hey! how come you’re with yoongi-hyung? how was the date-y/n! it hurts!”

yoongi only stands a distance away as he watches you tackle hoseok to the ground, hitting him non-stop and it’s a bit too fast for this but yoongi thinks he can get used to seeing you around in the dorm.))

Test Run

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Sam is cursed on a hunt and Dean and reader have to take care of him in the meantime…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: mild language

A/N: Some cutesy fluff for ya…

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Can’t Take The Sky (1/3)

She knows how to find people. He’s got a fast ship. They need each other - and neither of them is happy about it.

… in which Emma Swan and Killian Jones team up to apprehend an armed and dangerous military deserter, who just so happens to be Killian’s brother. Shenanigans ensure - in space. Sci-fi AU inspired by all the things I love, for day 4 of @seastarved‘s Fantasy Pretzel Week.

Huge thank you to the ladies at the CS Writers’ Hub for the cheerleading and the feedback and everything! You’re all wonderful.

Blaster fire lit up the alleyway around Emma, flashing as it hit the grimy walls, the high-pitched whirr of the guns drowning out noise of the speeders from the street beyond. She flung herself into the meagre cover of a waste disposal unit, breathing hard. Her back was still hitting the wall when her companion joined her, whirling around to fire at their attackers as he backed into her.

And kept backing up.

“Hook,” she pressed out as his shoulders obscured her view, the scent of leather and soap almost overpowering the smell of the alley. “You’re crushing me.”

“My apologies, but I’ve no desire to get shot,” he gritted out. “Where did all these fellows come from?”

“You’re the one who poked the gundark den,” she reminded him sharply. “Why’d you break cover? You were supposed to wait for my signal.”

She’d known going in that this mission was a huge risk. It had gone well at first; they’d landed on Dathmun without any of the trouble that Killian had predicted, and he’d even managed to talk the dock officials out of the usual trumped-up customs charges. Up until give minutes ago, Emma would have said that the place was perfect—easy in, just busy enough to provide cover and distractions, and no weapons bans.

She might still be saying it now, if her words weren’t going to be drowned out by the blaster fire.

“Did you see how he was looking at you?” Killian demanded, edging carefully forward to snap off two quick shots at their attackers.

“How—“ Emma felt her eyes widen, something fast and hot and angry rising inside her. “You got jealous?”

“No,” he shot back, a little too quickly. “You were about to be made.”

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology

Warnings: Strong language, implied sexual activities (nondescriptive smut)

word count: 2,335


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Part 3: Bullshit, bullshit, and.. oh look, more bullshit.

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