you were sitting right next to us

Baby, can I?

Yoongi is your friend, but all it takes is one wrong move of his hand for you to start thinking of him as something more than that.

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

i’m a slut for yoongi these days, so here we go again 

thanks for the feedback, i appreciate it so much!

word count: 5.5k

genre: smut

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Third Wheel

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little self-loathing, self-doubt, depressive thoughts (?)

Word count: 787

Summary: The reader feels like the third wheel and makes a harsh decision.

A/N: I hope you guys like this and if you do please please please leave some feedback.

Sam and Dean Winchester would die for you. They would die for a lot of people. If there was the tiniest chance that they could save someone, risking their lives would be the least of their worries. They we’re the most selfless people you had ever met.

But there was one thing. One specific thing that could make them into the most selfish person you had ever come across. You had seen it happen multiple times.

Dying for someone, that they could do. But living without one another? That’s where their selflessness came to an end.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not usually one for angst, but I just had a thought and maybe you can give your insight on it too. What if Seven & MC both died in [insert some sort of accident here] and entrusted their child(ren) to Saeran? How do you think that would go? qq thank youuuuu

(◞‸◟;) so sad but I will write!


  • The news of the car accident was jarring for Saeran
  • But his new title of legal guardian to his niece, his brother and sister-in-laws 6 year old daughter, was overwhelming to say the least
  • He remembered them asking if they could put him down in the will and he just shrugged it off as something you did, he never actually thought anything would come of it
  • The first day was the hardest
  • She was quiet
  • More quiet than she normally was
  • He could tell that she was sad and scared
  • In her little hands she had been clutching a picture of her with her parents on her 6th birthday 
  • His place wasn’t exactly set up for kids
  • He hadn’t even been able to grab most of her stuff or her bed from the old house
  • So he placed some blankets and a pillow on the couch for her
    • “Are you…hungry?” he asked
  • Though she still didn’t make eye contact with anything but the floor, she shook her head ‘no’
  • And Saeran sighed in relief
  • As he was staring into his empty cabinets at a few cans and an old box of crackers
  • A grocery store trip would be a must the next day
  • He had Yoosung watch her during the afternoon so he could go out
  • He figured it would be too much for her to go home and see everything so soon
  • It was sad to see all of the things scattered around the apartment
  • Saeyoung’s half-finished toy projects still lay on his work bench
  • The calendar hanging on the wall with appointments that will never be made
  • Spoiled food in the fridge
  • He lingered in the hall to look at photos
  • There were the wedding ones
  •  Saeyoung hugging Saeran during the reception, a huge grin on his face as always 
  • And pictures from the birth of his niece
  • He had never seen Saeyoung so happy
  • Saeran remembered holding her small body for the first time in the hospital
    • “She’s…cute,” he said with a half smile
  • He threw some toys that looked promising in a bag and loaded her bed up
  • Taking one last look at the place before leaving
  • He would have to figure out what to do with everything eventually, but for now he’d focus on his niece
  • His computer room was cleaned out and he moved her bed into there
    • “You can decorate or whatever…I tried to grab what I thought you would want but I can always go back,” he placed the bag next to her bed
  • She ran to the bag and began rummaging through it, throwing out a few things until she found what she wanted
  • A cat stuffed animal she’s had since she was an infant
  • She pressed the paw and Saeyoung’s voice came singing through
  • He had recorded both of their voices singing lullabies and saying sweet things to her
    • Mommy and daddy love you so much
  • She clutched the cat and began to cry
  • Oh shit, she’s crying…
  • Saeran froze for a moment not knowing what to do
  • He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her back
    • “It’s okay to be sad…and it’s okay to cry,” he said softly
  • Not the best words but it was all he could think to say
  • He made a mediocre meal for dinner and she picked at it a lot without eating much
  • Saeran didn’t blame her, but he knew his cooking would improve the more he did it
  • Which, he guessed, would be just about every day now that she was there…
  • He cleaned up the plate’s and bowls from the table
    • “Is this normally when you go to bed?” he really was lost
  • She nodded and grabbed her kitty plush to get ready for bed
  • He could hear the sound clips from the cat going off intermittently as he washed the dishes
  • When he finished and her light was still on he peered in from the doorway to see her sitting in the bed crying softly
    • “Do you need something? To like…talk or something?”
  • She shook her head
    • “Well…mom and dad would…read to me,” she said through whimpers
  • Right, of course
    • “I’ll be right back,” he said
  • When he returned he had a book in one hand and was dragging his computer chair in the other
  • Sitting next to the bed he showed her the cover
    • “S-” he choked for a second, “your dad used to read this to me when we were your age,” he opened it up
    • “Dad did?” she wiped her eyes and seemed interested for the first time since she arrived
    • “Yeah, he did. He always made sure to explain things to me, and do voices,” Saeran smiled remembering it
    • “Dad did that for me, too,” she smiled
    • “I’m not your dad…but I can try my best to read it like he would.”
  • He closed the book and stood up
    • “Do you like ice cream?” he asked her
    • “I do”
    • “Stories are always better with ice cream, I’ll go get some.”
  • He had seen her smile finally
  • Perhaps he was getting somewhere
    • “Ice cream? In bed? Is that okay?” she asked
  • Saeran shrugged
    • “I think for tonight it’s okay.”
truths & dares [r.t.]

Originally posted by itslosersclub


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: After dealing with Pennywise, the Losers’ Club decides to throw Beverly a farewell party, which ends in an embarrassing game of truth or dare.


You all sat in Bill’s basement, hunched over and lying down in ridiculous positions as you passed around popcorn and candy.

After the whole fiasco with Pennywise, you and the rest of the Losers had decided to face your fears, and had begun by cleaning out Bill’s basement. It was where Pennywise had appeared to him that rainy night.

Now clean and dry, the basement was bathed in a warm glow, the light emanating from the multiple lights strung across the room.

You were laying on top of a blanket, your head in Bill’s lap, and humming slightly as he absentmindedly ran his hands through your hair. Neither one of you noticed Richie sitting up straighter and shooting hurt little glances your way. 

You sighed softly, the feeling of Bill smoothing your hair lulling you to sleep. You were about to drift off when a loud yelp was heard, and you sat up straight. You looked over at Richie in concern, watching as his cheeks bloomed with red before he turned around and pinched Eddie, who also let out a loud squeal.

“You motherfucker! See what you did? You woke (Y/N) up!” Richie hissed, making sure only Eddie could hear him.

You glanced at Bill, exchanging quizzical looks before looking at Beverly, who raised her eyebrow and smirked at you before tilting her head towards Richie.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Beverly turned to Eddie, who was smiling so widely, you were sure his cheeks would get stuck that way. Your eyes met Eddie’s and you quickly looked away when he gave you the same look Beverly had.

“Why the fuck are you smiling like that dumbass?” Richie’s voice broke the silence. Eddie turned and faced the trashmouth, seemingly having a silent conversation before Richie’s eyes widened and he looked down, a bright red blush adorning his cheeks.

“Wow,” you laughed, laying your head back down on Bill’s lap. “I have never seen anyone get Richie to shut up that quickly. Congrats Eds.”

Richie’s head shot up in disbelief before he noticed the teasing smile on your face and he simply stared. 

Eddie nudged him, making Richie shake his head slightly before he frowned and turned to him once more. “Hey! How come you let her call you ‘Eds”?”

Eddie snorted before shooting you a smile. “Because she’s not an annoying asshole who does it to irritate me.”

Richie’s eyes widened and he lunged at Eddie, making him squeak as they tackled each other.

“Alright guys!” Mike clapped his hands. “We’re here to spend time with Beverly before she leaves. Not fight with each other.”

“Yeah!” Beverly exclaimed. “Now how about we do something fun?”

Uneasy glances were exchanged as you all noticed Bev’s sinister expression. Slowly, one by one, you all nodded, causing her face to light up with a wide grin.

“Great,” she clapped. “Who goes first?”


You hadn’t been playing longer than ten minutes and yet Mike had been dared to sing his guilty pleasure (P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson), Stan had to talk about his crush for three minutes (a girl who sat behind him in math), Bill had to repeat tongue twisters (a moderately harsh dare from Richie), and Ben had been dared to recite a poem to the group (which made Beverly blush as she listened).

You had only been picked once, by Eddie, and you had picked truth. Although he had glanced at Richie, causing you to panic, he had proceeded to ask if you were crushing on anyone. You had responded ‘yes’, throwing a quick glance at Richie as the rest of the Losers giggled and whispered to each other, causing your face to heat up and Richie to grow agitated as he asked who they were talking about.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when it was Bill’s turn to choose, when you realized that maybe playing had been a bad idea.


“So (Y/N), t-t-truth or d-d-dare?” Bill’s voice rang through the room.

You hummed slightly, leaning up on your elbows. Feeling slightly adventurous, you answered. “Dare.”

Bill hesitated slightly, trying to think of something before he sighed in frustration. You watched as Beverly leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing Bill to laugh out loud before turning to you and speaking. “I d-d-dare you to p-p-pick the most a-a-attractive person in this ro-o-om and spend seven m-m-minutes in the closet w-w-w-with them.”

You felt your stomach flip as you slowly stood up, shooting both him and Beverly a harsh glare. Your were met with wide eyes and innocent smiles.

You walked over to the small closet next to the shelf and took a deep breath before turning around. “Well Tozier, would you care to join me?”

Richie, who had been glaring at Bill, looked over at you in shock. You bit your lip as his eyes widened, making him look like an owl due to the fact that they were magnified by his thick glasses.

“M-me?” Richie whispered. You nodded. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Go!” Eddie hissed, nudging Richie with his elbow and cackling as he stumbled to his feet.

Richie made his way over to you, fidgeting with the hem of his button-down as he mumbled under his breath as Bill & Bev stood and made their way over to you as well.

“Alright,” Bev began, a large smile on her face. “You’ll go in there and we’ll lock the door from the outside. Mike will keep time and once the seven minutes are up, we’ll let you out okay?”

You glanced at Richie before nodding quickly.

“A-a-alright. In you go,” Bill stated, pushing you both in and locking the door.


You sighed as you stood in the darkness, placing your hands on the wall behind you and sliding down until you were in a sitting position. You could feel Richie shifting around next to you before he copied your actions and slid down next to you.

You heard Richie snort and turned to look at him, your eyes scanning the outline of his face as they adjusted to the darkness.

“You know that those assholes are probably listening in on us right? They just want to know what the fuck is going on in here,” Richie whispered.

“I know,” you replied quietly.

Silence ensued for a few more seconds, your heart beating faster and harder as Richie scooted closer to you.

“So do you really think I’m the most attractive person here?” Richie broke the silence.

This time, it was you who snorted. “Careful Tozier, your ego is beginning to show.“

Richie barked out a slight laugh. “Well since we’re stuck in here and shit for the next few minutes, I have something I should tell you.”

You sat up straighter, turning to him and smiling as you noticed him fidgeting with his glasses.

“I think you’re really fucking pretty,” Richie whispered. Your heart froze.

“I’m pretty fucking sure that my heart beats faster than that motherfucking roadrunner when I’m around you and even though Eddie says that you like me, I find that hard to believe because you’re a great fucking person and I’m just the trashmouth who makes dumbass comments about Ed’s mom and-“

“Richie,” you cut him off. 

“Yeah?” he replied, looking up.

“Shut up,” you said, leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

It was barely a kiss. It was a soft and awkward and barely-there brush of the lips yet yo you and Richie, it seemed like the best thing in the world. You felt your heart begin to palpitate and you could hear Richie gasp as his breath hitched, one of his hands coming up to brush your cheek softly. 

You pulled away and looked at Richie, whose eyes were still closed with his mouth still slightly puckered. He looked beautiful, the soft light that was coming in through the bottom of the door surrounding him in a pale yellow halo.

He opened his eyes slowly, a goofy smile making its way across his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “You like me? You really like me back?”

You nodded shyly as he let out a delighted laugh. “This whole time I fucking thought that you liked Bill. I truly did. Why the fuck would you like me? But you do like me! Thank fuck for Bev’s dare.”

You chuckled slightly as Richie quieted down. “I would never like Bill. No offense to him, he’s great, but he’s like a brother to me. Besides, he likes Bev.”

Richie laughed breathlessly before quieting down.

“Can I- can I kiss you again?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” you whispered back, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand brushed your hair back. He leaned in again, your lips meeting in a slightly less awkward kiss. Your hand had found its way into his hair, messing with his curls before you felt yourselves falling back as Mike opened the door. You collapsed onto the ground and pulled away from each other, a heavy blush coating both of your cheeks as you noticed all the Losers standing there with varying degrees of smug happiness displayed on their faces.

“I told you she liked you back Richie!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I’d say they definitely like each other, with the way they were sucking each other’s faces off,” Stan said nonchalantly, a knowing smirk on his face.

As the rest of the Losers broke out into laughter, you and Richie both groaned.

Shut up Stanley!”


Tags: @delicrieux

Friendship with Teamiplier would include


Originally posted by thedarkeststarrms

  • The madness never ends
  • Someone is always yelling for no reason
  • Shipping Amyplier
  • “AW YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE”
  • When you first move in it was all quiet and calm
  • 3 weeks later all hell breaks loose
  • Editing Marks videos
  • Starring in Marks videos
  • Playing Mario Kart with Ethan
  • Wearing face masks with Amy, Kathryn, and Tyler
  • Screaming at Mark because he accidently ate you food
  • Giving chica your left overs
  • Walking Chica with Ethan and Mark
  • Always hanging out
  • Waltzing in to each others houses
  • Since you all have keys to each others houses
  • Sleepovers at Amy and Kathryn’s
  • “Marzipan please don’t shit on my pillow again”
  • Conspiracy theories with Amy
  • Cat puns with Kathryn
  • Helping Tyler with his knee
  • When Bob and Wade come visit it’s lit
  • Recreating drunk Minecraft with Bob and Wade
  • Mark sits in the corner pouting because it used to be their thing
  • When you’re on tour you get to be in one of the sketches
  • Scrolling through tons of fanart
  • Writing Amyplier fanfiction
  • Eating pineapple pizza with Ethan whole Mark watches in disgust
  • “PINEAPPLE BELONGS ON PIZZA”
  • The fans love you because you’re so cool
  • Going to panels with them
  • Having hotel rooms right next to each other because you guys just can’t bear to be apart
  • So many dick jokes
  • Ugly selfies
  • Ugly Photoshop fails
  • “Ethan what if a spider crawled into your mouth while you were sleeping”
  • “No. ”
  • Ethan playing the ukulele if your sad
  • Mark sending you selfies of Chica when you feel depressed
  • Amy and Kathryn sending you memes when you’re lonely
  • Tyler comes over to watch your favorite shows when you are bored
  • SO MANY INSIDE JOKES
  • Going to each others hometowns
  • “OAHU HAWAII”
  • “ITS HONOLULU”
  • Everyday is an adventure with these weirdos
  • And you wouldn’t trade it for the world
Blood (M) | MYG.

MIN YOONGI VAMPIRE! AU.

You were too naïve, falling right into Yoongi’s trap..

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Warnings: Mentions/use of alcohol, light BDSM, oral sex, degradation (only in one sentence), basically just rough sex 


Oh God, did Min Yoongi want you.

You were across the room from him, downing a shot your friend had forced you to drink, and already, all Yoongi could smell was your blood. Min Yoongi was unlike any cliché vampire, actually sometimes despising the smell of blood, but for some reason, your blood had smelt intoxicating and rich. He licked his lips as he watched you from afar, your friend clinging onto your shoulder for balance, clearly too drunk for her own good. 

Min Yoongi didn’t want to waste the opportunity presented right in front of him. The craving for your blood became almost unbearable for him, and he decided there was no point in resisting the urge for the taste of you no longer. Yoongi knew he was an absolute charmer, knowing that one small smirk made any woman faint and completely oblige to whatever he wanted, so he knew getting you under his trance would be a piece of cake. 

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anonymous asked:

secret relationship

((hope you like it; thanks for the prompt))


It didn’t surprise Harry the first time Draco pulled away from him.  They’d been sitting in the 8th year common room late at night.  As they heard footsteps outside the doorway, Draco jumped from his seat next to Harry and moved to the far side of the sofa.  

Once they were alone again, Draco apologized between soft kisses. “I’m sorry.  We just have a lot of eyes on us right now.  For very different reasons, of course.  I’m just not ready.”

Harry held him close and smiled.  "It’s ok.  Not everyone is cut out for fame and attention.“

Draco swatted at him but couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


Right after leaving Hogwarts, Harry gave Draco a small box tied with a green ribbon.  He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Draco open it.  Once Draco saw the key inside, Harry asked, “Will you move in with me?”

Draco didn’t immediately answer.

Harry nervously rambled, “I mean, it’s not like the manor, it’s just a little flat in a Muggle area, but it’s got plenty of space.  I know you have too many dress robes to keep in a respectably sized flat, but we could make it work.  I won’t even get mad at all the hair potions taking up room on the bathroom counter-top…”

Draco stood with tears in his eyes.  "I’m sorry.  I…“

Harry sighed, “It’s ok.”

“I’m not ready. I want to.  I really do, but…”

“It’s ok, it was a long shot anyway.  I mean, what did I expect. ‘Happy late nineteenth birthday, please make this crazy commitment with no time to think it over.’ I mean we’ve only been together for…almost a year” Harry stopped when he realized how disappointed and a bit bitter he sounded.

“Please, don’t be angry. I love you. I just can’t,” Draco held the box out for Harry to take.

Harry took a deep breath and he let it out grabbing Draco by his outstretched arm and pulled him close. Wrapping his arms around Draco, “Keep it.  It’s not like you’re going to walk in on me and someone else,” Harry said as Draco scoffed at him.  “You have my heart.  A key to my place just seems reasonable.”

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


“You don’t want me to be your partner, and that’s perfectly understandable.  I’m just having a hard time with why I can’t list you as my emergency contact,” Harry said.

“You can list Weasley,” Draco said quietly.

“Aurors can’t list their partners as their emergency contact.  It’s not like these are posted in the break room, I just think that if something happened to me, you would want to be the first to know,” Harry said.  

They sat at the kitchen table in the flat Draco still hasn’t moved into.  Paperwork covered the surface.  Another year had passed between them.  Auror training had been as horrible as Draco thought it would be, but Harry had been there for him every step of the way.  Over the past year, he never pushed Draco to come out.  Draco eventually felt comfortable being seen with Harry, as friends of course.

Their “friendship” didn’t seem to surprise anyone.  Then only time he heard anything from the other Aurors-in-training, it was some snide comment about how Harry seemed to have a things for taking in strays.  What did come as a surprise was when he heard Weasley speak up about it saying, “Yeah, cause Weasleys are such solitary stray people.  I really set the trend for the rest of his friends.”

Harry took Draco’s hand, “I’ll make a deal with you.  I’ll list Andromeda first, you know, because of Teddy.  Then I’ll list you second.  That way, my godson isn’t stuck waiting for me to pick him up if something happens.”

Draco smiled, “Fine.  But I just don’t want to risk our jobs.  Relationships in the workplace are just inappropriate.”

“Are you kidding?  There are two different married couples in our department.  They just can’t work as direct partners.  And we’re not working as partners.  No problems,” Harry explained.

“We’re not married,” Draco said, pulling his hand away.

Harry stood abruptly, busying himself getting drinks from the refrigerator.  Draco couldn’t be completely certain, but he was willing to believe he heard Harry mutter ‘not yet.’

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


The day Lucius Malfoy died, Narcissa spent the evening with her son.  Both she and Draco were very private with their grief even in the presence of each other.  Draco had watched Lucius’ health decline sharply over the six months since he’s become an Auror, ashamed that he was thankful for the long hours and inconsistent schedule.

“You should go back to work tomorrow.  You know your father wouldn’t approve of sitting about when there are still matters that need attended,” Narcissa suggested.  "Sitting about isn’t going to make you feel any better.  Leave the isolated grief to me.  My son, you have been through quite enough.  I know if you go back to the Ministry in the morning, you will feel better.“

Draco wasn’t convinced she meant his job would make him feel better, but how could she know?  Draco had been so careful.  Hadn’t he? 

He took her advice though.  Draco went back to work the next day.  As he arrived, Harry ran to meet him.

"What are you doing here?  They’d understand if you took some time off.  No matter who he was, you still lost your father,” Harry said.  He was careful to stand a bit farther away from Draco than he wanted.  He was careful not to offer Draco any comforting touches.

Draco fell into Harry’s arms right there in the middle of the corridor leading to the Auror offices surrounded by at least a dozen of their colleagues and acquaintances.  Draco cried.  At first he cried about his father, then he realized he was crying because he had nothing to hide anymore.  He was holding his lover.  Draco, held close to Harry, leaned down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.  

Harry pulled away quickly, glancing around them, “Do you want to, er, go somewhere more private?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.  I shouldn’t have done that without knowing if you were ok with it.  You can blame it on me if you want.” Draco stumbled over his words, obviously holding himself away from Harry.

Harry kept his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for that for 3 years.  You were hiding me from your father.  Weren’t you?”

Draco shook his head, ignoring the small glances from the people walking past them. “I was hiding me from my father.  I don’t know why I never just said that.  You deserved to know, but I couldn’t tell you that I expected you to go out of your way to stay hidden because of him.  I mean, you two weren’t exactly on the best of terms.  I would understand if you don’t want to see me right now, or ever. But he was…he would have disowned me.  I know he was terrible but…”

Harry put a comforting hand on Draco’s shoulder, “But he was still your father.  I get it.  I would pick a fight with Minerva McGonagall for my father and I don’t even remember him, not really.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “No, you wouldn’t!”

“Nah, but I’d think about it,” Harry laughed. He took Draco’s face in his hands and kissed him not caring who saw them.  His entire body filled with relief when Draco kissed him back.  "You still shouldn’t be here today.  Can’t we just go home?“

Draco nodded, "Take me home." 

When Harry apparated them into the little flat in Muggle London, Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with Harry Potter.

naive - peter parker x reader (part 2)

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none really?

here is the highly requested second part!! i wrote this in a caffeinated daze at like 3am so i hope it isn’t too terrible hahaha. also it looks like this is definitely gonna be at least 3 parts (maybe more if you guys want that?) so yeah!

fyi some parts of this are slightly inspired by @parkersenses​‘s great fic which u can read here!

PART 1  PART 3

Originally posted by parkery

An old 90’s rap song blasted over the speakers as Peter felt his stomach drop. His eye contact with you was fleeting, and suddenly you were gone, having disappeared with Flash and his entourage upstairs. The people around him were all dancing to the rhythm of the music, but the second Peter saw you, everything froze. He made jokes about you not being good enough for Flash all the time, but he never thought he would ever actually see the two of you together. It sparked a profound rush of adrenaline in him, and he took a big breath of air and pushed through the crowd to follow you.

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it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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[shiro and hunk are sitting on opposite sides of the castle’s lounge. shiro is looking down at his lap, his expression unreadable. hunk is glaring at him with the intensity of the sun. lance is next to hunk, looking uncomfortable.]

pidge, walking in and seeing the scene: uh…what’s going on?

lance: well, the three of us were just hanging out, you know, bonding like paladins, when shiro said that cats are better than dogs.

hunk: which is wrong.

lance: [winces a little] uh, yeah, so hunk got angry because he thinks dogs are better-

hunk: which i’m right about.

lance: -and so, yeah, now they have like, a blood feud or something.

pidge: [nods gravely] i see.

'we must unite within her walls or we will crumble from within'

stories for the ladies of hogwarts, who cry, waver, giggle, trespass, and who deserve our respect all the same

overemotional: in defense of cho chang

Cho’s was not that kind of grief. Hers was the grief of the living. She was flying and learning and loving and, yes, crying. Cedric was not. Her pretty world, at fifteen, had been shattered. It was darker than anyone had ever warned her of, but she was growing into it. She was growing up. Sometimes that takes tears. 

Mourning is not selfless. We do not weep for the dead. We weep for the living–what could have been and the tragedy that is. We weep because our hearts are breaking. It is not selfless but neither are we. We are selves.

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naive: in defense of hannah abbott

Hannah went out every few nights to breathe in green and work on her own projects. Sometimes Neville was there and sometimes he was away running defense lessons in the Room or, god forbid, sleeping. Sometimes they worked in companionable silence. Sometimes they talked about the DA, or wondered where Harry was. Neville told her about his disastrous early attempts with every non herbological magic. Hannah told him about her mother.

“This is where everything starts,” Professor Sprout had told them, back when Hogwarts was still a place of light, smiling under that frizzing grey hair. Professor Sprout had buried her hands in dirt and said, “This is what everything grows from. The ground up.”

Life is something you bury. Life is something you bury your hands in.

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silly: in defense of parvati patil (in memory of lavender brown)

“Have you ever been Crucioed?” she asked.

The Auror opened his mouth to speak, but Parvati kept going, calm, dismissive: “I don’t mean in training, in a nice padded room with an instructor who will take you for beers after. I don’t even mean by some criminal in a dark alley when you don’t know if you’re going to make it to the end of the day. I mean have you ever been Crucioed in a classroom, in front of your sister and a bunch of terrified children. Have you ever been Crucioed by someone who enjoyed it, when you were expendable? Have you ever gasped yourself back to life when they were done and known the next morning you were going to walk right back in and sit at your desk, and wait, and hope it happened to you and not some kid half your size?”

The Auror had gone silent.

Parvati looked him over slowly. “I have been an object lesson in disobedience from people I couldn’t get away from. I have watched children scream, and done nothing, because I was in a war and it wasn’t strategic and they were soldiers too. They would survive. And most of us did. But we are not the same as we were. You will respect our war.”

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lost: in defense of ginny weasley

She and Harry had both done what Voldemort could not—died and come back. Harry sacrificed, a lion’s death giving him a lamb’s rebirth. Ginny was risen in the Chamber of Secrets at the strike of a fang to a poisoned diary but she was not reborn then. Leaving the Chamber, she was as much a shade as Tom Riddle’s desperate ghost.

It was not Harry’s heroism, Ron’s desperation, her mother’s love, or her brothers’ toilet seat humor that brought her back (though the toilet seat helped). Ginny breathed deep at night. She wept. She remembered how to rage. She snuck out at night and stole each of her brothers’ brooms in turn. She took to the skies and brought herself back to life.

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ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson

“Why are you here?” Parvati asked Pansy once. People asked her a lot, when they found her in Flourish and Blotts, or at work on the Prophet. Their eyes raked her, looking for green, for silver, for venom. Sometimes she’d smile back and let them see the danger.

“Because I’m not fifteen anymore,” said Pansy. “God, do you know what precious Potter Sr. got up to at school, the bully? But boys get to grow up to be men, you see, and us girls just grow up to be bitches.”

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turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black

When Andromeda got married, it was in a dress that was silver, not white. The guests called her luminescent, but her cousin Sirius, who spun her with comical and affectionate abandon across the dance floor later that night, smiled, and said, “You thought green would be too obvious?”

“Too garish.”

“A snake changes it’s skin, but it’s still

“I’m not going to pretend I’m anything I’m not, cuz,” she said.

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wallflower: in defense of susan bones

You have to make things your own, laying out new earth or filling your too-small kitchen with song. You have to live in your skin. It’s worth living in.

Susie learned the lines of scar tissue on her arm, like cracks in a ceiling, like the specific pattern of fissures and gouges that made a place its own. She traced her fingers over the raised scars while she studied obscure legal texts in her first little office, and felt like she was flicking her wand, casting ward circles, like she was circling this and claiming this, calling it her own.

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loony: in defense of luna lovegood

In the spare bedroom at Shell Cottage, Ollivander made Luna a new wand. They hiked, slowly, through windswept bluffs until he found a tree he approved of.

“Willow?” Dean asked. “Or reed? I mean, it’s Luna, she’s kinda bendy, isn’t she?”

Ollivander went on Transfiguring his toolset out of bits of driftwood and sea glass. Luna smiled back, wide.

Bend and bend and never break. She could almost touch the tip of the wand to its hilt, when he was done. Ollivander gave her some oil to rub into it to keep it supple and one day, after the war, Luna curved it into a perfect circle. She held it up to her eye and thought about the last riddle she had ever used to open up Ravenclaw’s tower. A circle has no end. 

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Pulse Part 12

Part 11

Genre: Fluff
Words: 2,280
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by pabuthefirecat


Your eyes fluttered open to the sound of talking. It was muffled, coming from the living room, but you could clearly make out the stern and exasperated voice.

“Give her a few days to adjust- she’s exhausted and in a huge amount of pain. Then, I will give her your number.”

It was silent for a moment as you lifted your right hand to rub your tired eyes. The smell of coffee filled the hallway, giving you a certain level of inexplicable comfort and the knowledge of the time of day. Your heel paused in the crease as you heard Bucky’s voice lower to an unimaginable tone. “You don’t want to press me on this.”

The sound send a shiver down your spine, one that made you antsy enough to squirm a bit. You attempted to raise up into a slight sitting position so you could hear his conversation better, but the tiniest of movement sent a sharp pain shooting through your entire side and abdomen. Despite biting your lip to keep any noises from escaping, a cross between a whimper and yell snuck out and, within a moment, Bucky was rushing into the room, fingers carelessly hitting the end button on his phone and pocketing the device.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

You blinked back the tears in your eyes, hand hovering over the tender area near your ribs. “Will you help me sit up?”

His worried eyes didn’t let up as his hands reached out to slide gently under your lower back and the crease behind your knees. His touch was soft, and his voice seemed to mimic that same warmth. “You’ve got to be careful, Doll.”

Doll. You might have felt the butterflies in your stomach if you weren’t so nauseous from the pain medication. He had never called you anything but your name and “Fighter.”

“Who were you talking to?” You mumbled once he had rested you up against the pillows.

“No one important. How are you feeling? You’re due for more of your medicine.”

“Could I have it?” You swallowed down the feeling of neediness, knowing he was going to be doting on you for two whole weeks, and the both of you would have to get used to it.

“’Course,” he reached for the bottle on the bedside table to the right of you, pouring until a large pill fell into his hand. You took it from him, placing it into your mouth and reaching for the glass of water he was handing to you.

He set the glass back onto the table when you were finished, gently sitting on the empty mattress space next to you. “Natasha and Steve came to see you while you were sleeping. They brought food for you if you are hungry. You should probably eat something so your stomach doesn’t get upset from the painkiller.”

You shook your head instantly, groaning out at the mention of food. You had been nauseous during your whole stay in the hospital, the operation and painkillers making you want to barf into the nearest bucket at all times.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I could make you a smoothie? You could sip on it?”

When you only continued to look at him warily, he sighed. You could almost see the self-doubt run across his features as he questioned if he were the best person to take care of you. Both of you knew he was the best to keep you safe, no doubt, but for the rest…

“Do you have peanut butter?”

He looked confused as he searched your eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“Could you make me a peanut butter banana smoothie? The protein in it would probably help too.”

The hidden reassurance in your words seemed to work magic as his eyes lit up again. He nodded hastily, standing and wiping his palms on his sweats. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it right now.”

“Wait!” You called as he went to leave for the kitchen, nodding toward the television in front of where you were laying in his bed. “Could you turn something on for me?”

And that was how you ended up sipping on a peanut putter banana smoothie, watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Bucky sat next to you, above the covers despite you being covered by the sheets from your waist down. You both leaned against the pillows, legs straightened in front of you, watching the television contently.

He chuckled at the parts you laughed, but the reaction was directed more toward you than the actual show. The questions he asked sounded even more ridiculous than what was happening on screen, but you enjoyed when he had one because it was always veiled in a comedic snark that left you giggling into your drink.

“I want to be like Lisa Vanderpump one day.”

“Me too,” you agreed, even though you knew he was kidding. “I have some heels you can borrow for a start.”

His eyebrows raised, tilting his head toward you as he spoke in a teasing voice, his eyes never leaving the television screen. “They’d have to be pink.”

“Of course.”

Silence erupted as the two of you watched the families interact on screen.

“Do you have any siblings?” Bucky asked, and you knew he had to be curious from the lack of people who had been concerned for your wellbeing both before and after the car wreck.

“Nope… Well, not any that I know of. I was put up for adoption.”

You hoped your nonchalant voice kept him from looking too deep into the topic, but as his head turned and his eyes focused on you, you knew you had gained his complete attention. “What was that like growing up? Having a foster family, I mean.”

The awkwardness was almost palpable, but you knew he was asking innocent questions. He wanted to learn about you. “I, uh, had many actually. Kinda went from home to home until I turned eighteen.” You shrugged.

His voice was barely louder than a whisper, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then what?”

“Then I moved around by myself and ended up here, met Natasha, and… here we are.”

More silence.

“I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged again. “Don’t be. What about you? What’s your family like?”

He seemed to blink back into reality at the question, looking surprised for a moment before shaking his head and looking down to his lap. “We actually don’t talk much.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes on the show drama in front of you rather than push him for information he didn’t want to give out.

“Anyway, let’s switch to easier questions.” He sighed as he leaned back farther, his hands going to rest behind his head. “What’s your favorite ice-cream flavor?”

“Vanilla.”

He side-eyed you. “No way vanilla is your favorite flavor.”

“It really is, I’m a simple girl.” You laughed, watching as he shook his head in mock disapproval.

“Shame. Rocky Road is by far the most superior.”

And then you really laughed, completely forgetting about the fact you were in a bed, and had been all day, due to your injuries. “Who even are you? We’re going to have to get two different cartons while I’m staying here then. I won’t eat that.”

“And who said I was getting us ice-cream?” He teased.

You didn’t answer because when you turned to shoot back a snarky response, you came within a couple of inches of his own face. Your eyes immediately landed on his lips, and you felt yourself subconsciously lick your own. His blue eyes were shining, seeming to light up in the dull room surrounding you. You could have stared into their glistening waters for hours. They drew you in like a riptide, and you were stuck, falling, leaning…

And crashing.

Quite literally. A giant crash from behind your back made you jump, breaking apart the minimal distance that had remained between you and Bucky. The sudden action made your whole body scream in pain, and you groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut and leaned back into your pillows.

You felt the bed shift underneath you as Bucky got up, his soft voice turning extremely playful as you heard him cross the room. “There you are, Dex.”

Your eyes peeked open to see him scooping an orange Tabby into his arms, his free hand reaching out to pick the fallen lamp back up once the cat was situated. “Dex?”

“Yeah, like Dexter. Sam named him after the show.” He walked back to his previous spot on the bed, now with a purring cat.

“You have a cat… You do not seem like a cat person.”

“Have you seen this little guy?” He faced the cat toward you. “How could I not like him?”

The cat’s wide eyes met Bucky’s, and he let out a meow as if to tell Bucky it’s about time to put him down.

“You’d love having a pet. They’re the best.”

You choked out a laugh. “I can barely take care of myself, so I don’t think I’d be able to do that.”

He shrugged. “Animals help take care of you, in a way.”

The Tabby cat slid in between the leg space between your left and Bucky’s right thigh, spreading out and stretching until his long body was comfortable between both of you.

“See, he likes you too.”

His words reminded you of what he had said at the hospital. He had said that he knew you hated him, that he could live with that as long as you were alive.

“You know, you keep assuming how I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?” He was distracted as he pet the content orange cat.

“I never said I liked the cat.”

He looked over at you, amusement in his eyes as his lips curled into a smile. “Don’t trie to lie, I see it all over your face. You like Dex.”

“What about when you said I hate you?”

Silence once again as he scrambled to respond in a way that didn’t come across as if he didn’t care. Because he definitely did. “You probably do after all that I’ve done, and I don’t blame you. I’d hate me too.”

“Oh, stop.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t hate you.”

He met your gaze, but quickly averted his eyes to look anywhere but at you. “You don’t? And, uh, why is that?”

You pondered over the question. Why is that? Was it because of the way he looked at you even as you laid there both looking and feeling miserable in pain? Was it because of his ocean blue eyes or his dark chocolate locks that you so badly wanted to run your fingers through? Was it because of his protective instinct that taught others how to do the same? Was it because, as he watched Desperate Housewives, he laughed both with you and at you, and allowed you to have fun in a time you never thought you would? Was it because he had brought your first smile to yourself in a long time to you? Or was it just because your hearts beat in sync?

“Honestly?” You asked as you pushed all of those thoughts down. “I don’t think it’s possible to hate your soulmate. Everything in you will just bring you back to them anyway.”

He nodded, his mesmerized eyes taking you in as if he were looking at a long lost lover. “Right,” he choked out, his voice a mix between a low, raspy tone and a whisper. “There will always be that pull.”

It wasn’t just the pull and you both knew it. Neither of you went to correct it, though, as Bucky moved a piece of hair behind your ear, knuckles trailing along your cheek and jaw as his hand returned to his side. The pull was so much more. It was an incomplete feeling that had you itching to find the only piece that could fit to fill the empty spot inside of you. It was a physical need, a feeling you often felt when you weren’t around Bucky. You weren’t sure if the spot was filled when you were around him, but it was better than when you were not, and you would take that any day over nothing.

You looked up at him from your laying position to find him already watching you. He was blinking more than he normally would, eyebrows furrowed as his mind raced behind his eyes. Your heart faltered.

“Bucky? You okay?”

He looked to the bed sheets, his eyes moving back and forth in thought hesitation. And then he was moving quickly, his lips coming toward yours. You sucked in a breath, wanting this moment to happen so bad, but knowing the circumstances surrounding it. And it was as if he felt the same thing, because in the same second you lips were about to touch, he moved his course of action. His eyes searched yours and then he leaned up slightly and placed the most loving kiss onto your forehead that you felt your eyes drift closed at the feeling.

Butterflies erupted into your stomach as his cologne further invaded your senses, leaving a wonderful smell behind as he pulled away. Your eyes stayed closed and when you finally built up enough courage to open them, you found him exactly where you had left him. His right hand was casually stroking Dexter’s back and his eyes were glued onto the next episode of Real Housewives.

You forced the butterflies to leave your stomach as you looked back to the television again in silence, but you couldn’t fight the smile that involuntarily began to form.


Part 13

The hall
  • A/N : Hello, again this ended up being way longer than I expected. I actually really liked how this turned about and kind of want to do a thing on how this reader and Steve got together.  I hope you all enjoy!
  • premise: Reader and Steve are being their normal sweet, playful selves in the empty hallway at school. Nancy watches in a non creepy way. Its not sad I swear but kind of bittersweet for stancy shippers.
  • warnings : fluff

Just like everyone, Y/N and Steve went to the big football game but less than halfway through decided to leave. Instead of just leaving all together, they went back inside the school. The halls were vacant not a single soul was seen. Y/N playfully danced through the hall while Steve sat and watched the dramatic performance with complete adoration. Steve’s trance was broken when Y/N made him get up and dance with her. The two danced up and down the hall, eventually, Y/N broke out in song. They looked like fools, but happy fools. Y/N stopped her out of tune singing and was almost completely out of breath from all the shenanigans. Steve and Y/N couldn’t stop laughing from all the silliness that had just occurred but once the laughing started to die down, Steve pulled Y/N close and they slow danced to the distant noise of the game. Y/N rested her head on Steve’s chest and he rested his chin on top of her head. The two fools were completely taken with one another. 

While the halls were seemingly vacant, there was one person who was there. Nancy had come back into the school to use the restroom but when she left she heard a bunch of laughter coming from one of the halls. Nancy, being the investigator she is, went to the noise. When she was close enough to see the scene, she saw Steve and Y/N slow dancing. She wanted to look away, it was such an intimate moment and she felt like she was intruding but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t look away.

“I love you.” Steve whispered so quietly that if Y/N wasn’t paying attention she would’ve missed it.

Y/N knew how hard those three words were for Steve to say after his relationship with Nancy. He didn’t say them often, so each time he did, it was like he was saying them for the first time all over again. Y/N looked up at him completely mesmerized.

“I love you too Steve Harrington.” Y/N whispered back.

They had to stopped dancing, if they stood any longer they would’ve melted into a puddle right there and then from their confessions. Y/N grabbed Steve’s hand and went to sit against the part of the wall that didn’t have lockers on it. Instead of sitting next to her, Steve laid down using Y/N’s lap has a pillow. As he laid on her lap, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and continued to hold his hand with her other. They looked at each other with nothing but love. Even though the three words were not said often, they both knew that the love was there and it was real.

Nancy was still glued to the couple. She watched as they held hands and Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. Nancy could see them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She felt a sting in her heart as Y/N started laughing at something Steve said and he just beamed at Y/N. Nancy had liked Steve, she really did but she didn’t love him and couldn’t get herself to a place where she did. She was happy for him, he was a great person and boyfriend, once you get to really know him. She knew he deserved someone who would make him happy but most of all be able to reciprocate his love. She had wished for him to be able to find that someone and once he did her heart couldn’t help but ache ever so slighty. Nancy was with Johnathan now and she knew she shouldn’t have these aches but she couldn’t help it. Watching these two intimate moments were bittersweet for her and she didn’t think she could take another from them. So Nancy went back into the bathroom, splashed some water on her face and walked back out. She started down towards the hall Steve and Y/N were in. She hoped that they wouldn’t see her even though she would walking right past them.  As she got closer, Y/N saw her and smiled.

“Hey Nancy! How’s the game going?” Y/N asked. She was so nice, Nancy couldn’t help but like her.

“Hi..oh yeah the game… it’s going… well. We’re winning.. pretty chilly out there.” Nancy didn’t know how the game was going and actually felt bad about lying.

“We never win” Steve laughed from shock, the thought Nancy was lying about the game never crossed his mind. “Don’t freeze out there Nance.”

Nancy awkwardly laughed “I wont, you guys don’t freeze either! You’re probably really warm from..being inside..” She had almost slipped that she had been watching. Nancy was running out of things to say and desperately wanted to leave.

“Yeah, its pretty warm in here but I have this personal space heater.” Y/N laughed as she looked down at Steve. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I should probably be heading back out there.. It was good to see you guys!” Nancy quickly rushed out

“Bye Nance!” they both waved at her.

“She seemed in a rush, do you think something’s wrong? Y/N asked concernedly

“I thought Johnathan’s out there, she probably didn’t want to leave him by himself too long. I hope she’s ok though” Steve said not putting too much thought into it.

Steve and Y/N went back to their conversation before Nancy showed up resulting in a laughing fit from both of them. The two stayed like this for awhile longer, just relishing in each others company. They made sure they left before the game got to half time so that their moment wouldn’t get interrupted.

if i could tell her

Summary: Jung Hoseok is just trying to pass his philosophy class, yet ends up with so much more. 
Pairing: Hoseok | Reader 
Genre: Fluff/Angst; College/Fake Dating AU 
Word Count: 16,339

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It’s not abnormal to wake up in a space that is not his own, considering his life and what he did just to feel any sort of rush of pleasure, awakening in an apartment and atop a bed with a touch too many scents that only makes the hangover pierce even deeper at his skull. He arises, a groan barely leaving his lips as he sits up, rubbing at his head and looking down to see that he wears nothing under the sheets. Again, all part of the typical one-night-stand escapades he participated in.

However, what is not typical is the way the bed feels cold, empty without the presence of the other figure sleeping opposite of him—someone he almost would not have missed had he had woken up in his own room, someone he might have forgotten had it not been for the vague memory of a girl underneath him, a name he might have been gritting between his teeth in the haze of his lust. Kathy, was it? Or Kat? No, the longer Jung Hoseok sits there, the more confident he grows in the fact that the name certainly had been Karly.

The physical appearance of the girl remains blank on him, no matter how desperately he tries to rack his consciousness, tries to remember the scene of the party and what she did to catch his attention. There must have been something, something hidden within the corners of his mind, perhaps a glance or a smile or a dance move or a joke. Either way, the answer refuses to present itself to Hoseok at the present moment, which is fine because aforementioned Karly is absent to spare him from that awkward situation.

Still, he remains motionless for a few more seconds, counting down to see if the girl—Karly—is perhaps just in the bathroom or making breakfast, doing anything within the apartment that could make an escape on Hoseok’s part awkward. Yet he doesn’t hear anything, fails to make out those telltale signs that leaving would be a bad move. So he straightens up, feet falling upon the carpet with a gentle sigh, and manages to find his clothing littered across the room. Hoseok makes quick work on dressing himself, pulling on his shirt, tugging on his jeans, slowly making his way to the bedroom door and down the hallway. The apartment is quiet, and he is momentarily stunned that this Karly girl would just leave him alone in her home, that she would be so trusting of someone she did not know personally.

That is, until he walks into the kitchen and finds that he is most certainly not alone in the apartment, that there is a certain someone sitting at the kitchen counter—a certain beautiful someone.

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47. “Hold my hand until it’s over?”


“I don’t see why we can’t just take the bus. Or drive. Driving will get us there so much faster,” Stiles mutters as they move up in line. They’re close to the front now and Stiles is really starting to regret his life choices.

“These are supposed to have a spectacular view Stiles,” Derek tells him, “plus if we drove we’d have to rely on the tram to and from the parking lot because we all know you would complain about walking if we parked too far out.”

“Because we’re going to get enough walking in at the parks!” Stiles says, throwing his hands up, “If we’re walking our asses off at the parks the last thing I want to do is drag my tired ass all the way back to the very back of the parking lot.”

“You do realize you’re arguing against yourself right now,” Derek says with a smirk, “considering you’re the one that asked why we didn’t just drive.”

“Yeah well… it still seems faster than these things.”

These things being the new gondola’s Disney has put in as a mode of transportation from some of the hotels to the Magic Kingdom. Derek and Lydia had seemed excited to try them out, the rest of the pack readily agreeing. Stiles… well Stiles was a little afraid of them. Not that he’d admit that to anyone else. He has a good reason though.

Scott, Malia, Theo, Liam, Mason, and Corey all board the next gondola, happily waving to Derek, Stiles, Lydia, and Cora as they take off. Stiles tries to take a deep breath as they’re ushered forward into their own gondola. Stiles and Derek sit next to each other while Lydia and Cora sit across from them. Stiles can feel his heart pounding in his chest and knows Derek must be able to hear it.

Sure enough he feels a hand on his shoulder as the thing starts moving, “Are you alright?”

“Sure!” Stiles says, his voice coming out higher than normal. The gondola sways a bit and Stiles reaches out blindly, gripping Derek’s hand. Stiles looks up at Derek with wide eyes, “okay so I might be a little bit afraid. Hold my hand until it’s over?”

Derek smiles, bringing their joined hands off his shoulder and lacing their fingers together, “You know you don’t have to pretend to be afraid to hold my hand.”

Stiles knows what Derek is trying to do. Any other time he’d rise to it. But right now he’s trying to keep his breathing under control. Trying not to think about how the only thing holding them up is some cables. Stiles knows it’s a little ridiculous that after everything they’ve faced that this would be the thing that terrifies him. But he hasn’t had the best experience with these things.

“When I was a kid,” Stiles says, keeping his eyes focused on his knees, “I went on one of these in San Francisco with my Mom. It was one of the last things we did together before she got sick. She loved it. I loved it. Except then it got stuck. We were trapped on the thing for hours waiting for someone to get us moving again or get us down. It got pretty windy so the thing was shaking like crazy. I haven’t been on one since. I kept wishing I could because I know my Mom would want me to, she didn’t let it scare her. But I… I haven’t been able to.”

Derek squeezes Stiles’ hand in reassurance, “You should have just told me that. If I knew you were afraid I never would have dragged you on here.”

Stiles shrugs, “You seemed so excited about trying them out. I didn’t want anyone to miss out because I was scared.”

“Your feelings matter too Stiles. I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do something just to make me or the pack happy, alright?”

“Yeah alright,” Stiles glances up at Derek, “you should really be looking outside. You’re the one that was talking about wanting to see the gorgeous view.”

“I think the view I have right now is pretty perfect actually,” Derek grins.

“Oh my God,” Stiles laughs, “did you just… was that some sort of pick-up line?”

“It depends,” Derek says, “did it work?”

“Well yeah. But you don’t have to use pick-up lines on someone that’s already interested.”

“Is that so?” Derek asks, scooting closer, bringing their still joined hands into his lap, “then maybe you’d be interested in grabbing dinner just the two of us?”

“You’re just being smooth all around aren’t you?” Stiles asks with a grin, “but I’d love too.”

“Great. Because I have reservations for 7:30 at Be Our Guest,” Derek tells him.

Stiles gapes, “What? How? It’s nearly impossible to get reservations there! You have to books months in advance.”

“I know. And I did.”

“What? Were you hoping to bring someone?”

“I was,” Derek admits, “and he’s sitting right next to me.”

“Someone was sure of himself,” Stiles says, eyes shining with amusement.

“I figured if you didn’t want it to be a date I could just say it was as friends or something,” Derek says with a shrug, “but I was really hoping you’d say yes.”

“Of course I’d say yes. I’m totally interested Derek. Not just in dinner, but in you.”

“Good,” Derek says, not taking his eyes off of Stiles, “because I’m interested in you too.”

Stiles smiles, “I guess something good did come out of this gondola ride. I was going to just be happy with holding hands with you. Now I’ve got a date.”

“As happy as we are for you,” Lydia’s voice cuts in, “we’ve stopped and they’re waiting for you two to get off.”

Stiles eyes widen as he looks around, finding that they have indeed stopped. Both he and Derek can’t help but laugh as they make their way out of the gondola and towards the rest of the pack, their hands clasped together the whole time.


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REMUS LUPIN X READER (TRUTH OR DARE?)

ok so i’ve just watched The Amazing Spiderman and i got Remus feels while watching Peter so here you go, a young Remus Lupin imagine

also, if anyone wants part 2, it could be their date, them already being together, smut, just request and i’ll write:)

i’m sorry i posted it again, tumblr was playin with meh

word count: 1204

PART 2 IS COMING

Originally posted by meghansfox

It was a cold day of winter at Hogwarts, snow covering the windows and the grounds, so it was safe to say that not one student was outside. Of course, there were a lot of things to do in the castle, such as annoying Filch, pranks, annoying Peeves (or him annoying you), playing chess, muggle-borns playing hide and seek, there was a lot to do. But with all these things to do, there were certain people that were extremely bored.

You and your friend, Lily, were in the common room, near the fire. She had her nose buried in a book, as always, and you were simply staring at the fire with a cup of hot tea in your hands, a blanket wrapped around you. You two were enjoying the silence, although you weren’t the only people in the common room; it was quiet, and that was what you both needed.

“Oi, Evans, Y/L/N, come here, let’s play a game!” you turn around and see four boys climbing out of the portait hole; Sirius, James, Peter and Remus, the four Marauders. Sirius, being the one who called you, looked at you with a smirk on his face. “Oh, come on, it’s not like you have something better to do,” he whined. It was somehow true, you didn’t. But Lily was.

You looked at the four boys, until your eyes lay on Remus and you look away quickly, blushing. It was alright, you could blame it on the fire. “Well, I don’t know… Lily?”

“No way, I’m reading.” She shook her head.“

“Please, Lily,” you beg. You could use come distraction from your thoughts right now.

She sighed and close her book, which made a loud noise. “Fine,” she said firmly. “But if you make us break the rules…”

“We won’t, Evans, now come on, let’s make a circle,” Sirius says excitedly as he sits down on the carpet, along with the others, so you were sitting between him and Lily. James, being head over heels for Lily, sat next to her, and took out of his pocket an empty bottle of firewhisky. “I start!” yells Sirius as he spins the bottle, all of your eyes watchin it intently.

It landed on Sirius and James. “Truth or dare, young man?” Sirius cocked an eyebrow at his bestfriend.

“Dare,” he said, looking at Sirius intensely.

“I dare you to go to Filch and ask him girl advice.” He smirked, as you all let out a laugh. James agreed, and soon enough we were all in wandeing the corridors in search for Filch.

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“Oh, my God,” you laugh, trying to catch your breath as you enter in the common room again.

“He said to stick a dung bomb up her arse,” James laughed so loud it echoed through the corridors.

They sat back in the circle and James spun the bottle, it making an annoying sound as it spun, everyone curious who’s going to be the next one. It stopped on James and you. “Truth or Dare, Y/N?” You quickly glanced at Remus, although you didn’t know why and catch him already staring at you.

“Truth,” you answer, moving your glance back on James.

“Do you fancy someone?” You roll your eyes at the stupid question, although a blush appears on your cheeks, knowing that the person was in the room.

“Maybe,” you answer.

“That’s not how you should answer!” James exclaims, smirking.“Who is it, Y/N?”

“Yes, I do fancy someone. I’m not telling you who it is, you’re only allowed one question,” you say as you spin the bottle. It stopped at you and Sirius. “Oh, are you joking!” you cried.

“Well, Y/N, I give you two options. Truth, you say who you fancy. Dare, you kiss him.”

“How do you know it’s a he? Maybe it’s a she, maybe I’m a lesbian,” you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“We both know you’re not. Now, your choice.”

You sigh dramatically. You thought this was gonna be fun, you never thought you were going to be forced to admit your feelings towards Remus, or worse, kiss him. Not that it would be bad to kiss him, because quite frankly, you played your first kiss in your head a million times, but not in these circumstances. Either way, you weren’t exactly forced to do any of those, you could easily leave. But you didn’t want to be a coward. “Fine, you wanna know who I fancy?” you throw your arms in the air with exasperation, as they all looked at you curiously. Lily obviously knew, as she was your bestfriend, but the four Marauders didn’t, and you weren’t keen to tell them. “It’s one of you.”

“No, Y/N, you have to tell us-”

“Says who?” you say as you get up.

“T-the game? Y/N, come on! Don’t leave us like this,” Sirius whines. “It’s not fair. At least give us a clue!”

You thought for a bit. You had to say something that none of them would get it, only Remus. He’d be the only one who would get it, because of course, it’s about him. There was something that he onle shared with you. “It’s the one who has a stack of chocolate,” you smile playfully and go towards the girls’ dormitories.

“But none of us has that!” you hear Sirius yell after you, but you were already in your room, ready to sit on the bed, when you hear steps rushing up the stairs and then the door opens, Remus standing at the entrance, panting.

“Y/N,” he said breathlessly. “I mean, I-um, there is no one else with a stack of chocolate by any chance, is it?” he asks looking at you hopefully, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

You take a step closer as you were both a few inches away from each other. “From all I know there’s only you.” You shrug.

“Well, I-I, um, I… don’t know what I’m saying,” he laughs and clears his voice.

“Just say it.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed it. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist and brushed his lips against yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. As you weren’t expecting that, you took a few seconds to answer his kiss and move your hands to cup his cheeks, enjoying everything you ever imagined these past few months.

As you pull away, your hands still remain on his cheeks and his on your waist. “The boys are probably mad because I have a stack of chocolate and I didn’t tell them,” he said and you laughed. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I like you too, Y/N.”

“I do now.”

“Then go out with me! W-we could go to a bookshop, I know you love books, we could also get tea and we could just read-”

“Remus,” you said firmly. He looked at you concerned. “That’d be amazing, but don’t stress that much for me, please. It’s just me, Y/N.”

“The fact that it’s just you, Y/N, absolutely drives me crazy,” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss.

Obsidian

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung (V)

Rating: R

Warning: Murder mystery, future smut

Word Count: 5,704

Summary: The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

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force of habit. 12x10 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”

Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.

He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.

Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.

Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.

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“...Where is our child ?” - Wonder Woman x fem!Reader

Hey, so because I often receive messages about you guys wanting “more Wondermom” (yes, “Wondermom” became a thing) well…I’m writing this story. This is basically a part 2 of : “take care of my babies or you’ll die”, so if you didn’t read that you can if you want, so this story will make more sense and…Boom, part 2, hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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The present :

You and Diana were sitting side by side on an upside down car, looking at the destruction the latest “League fight to save the World” created. 

Fortunately, everything happened after the small town where things went down was evacuated (thanks god your brother, Bruce, was always planning things so carefully and almost always managed to bring the villains where he wanted them to be, in inhabited places). But oh the destruction was still there. 

The small coffee shop that was absolutely the cutest and that made you want to sit in and drink a warm cup of brew was no more. 

The school, a school that eerily resembled the one your son used to go to, was no more.

People’s houses were gone. They all lost everything (though probably, “Wayne Enterprise” would get a new charity and give money and men to rebuild the place). All their possessions  were no more. Pictures of their families, the same kind that hung in your house, souvenirs and all…no more. 

Worst, the library and book shop right next door were no more…You sighed as you see a few pages of destroyed books fly in the wind. 

Your Diana’s arm is around your shoulder, and you cuddle closer to her as you witness the destruction you and your friends were responsible for…But hey, you saved the World again. Small sacrifices were always needed you know ? 

Still, her presence reassures you, makes you feel better. It always have. Having her beside you always made you stronger. 

Your wife’s voice startles you, as you weren’t expecting her to speak right now, in that short moment of peace after the storm :

-Remember when I said that I did NOT want our child to ever fight ? 

You smile weakly and straighten up a bit, turning your head to look at her. She smiles back at you, and you take a wild strand of her hair to put it behind her ear lovingly, brushing your fingers along her cheek, before saying : 

-Yes I do. The good old days. 

-When he wasn’t born yet and we could still hope. 

-Really, what did we expect ? He’s ours, of course he would have to fight one day…

-I just wished there was another way. That he could have had a normal life.

A loud sigh behind you makes you jump a bit and you both turn around…to be faced with your brother and his sons. 

The sigh was from the youngest, Damian and…oh God you couldn’t believe that brat was already an adult. You wished you could turn back time, to moments where he was not that giant man, but a tiny insecure boy who often came to his aunt for advices and hugs (yes, hugs. It was a secret between you and him). 

You don’t even have time to say anything as Damian begins : 

-You know, Thomas isn’t a baby anymore. He’s perfectly capable to handle himself on a battlefield. After all he’s from my…our family, there wasn’t any other way, and such an extraordinary being couldn’t have just a “normal life”. He’s important. Hell, he even saved Superman’s life today. He’s vital part of the league. And…

You roll your eyes and cut him off : 

-Yes yes I know Dami’, you told us a hundred time. 

-And yet you still baby him. You know, he just turned twenty and…

-LALALALALLALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU MY TOMMY IS STILL MY TINY SON LALALALALLALAAAAAA !! 

Diana chuckles lowly, your nephews (but Damian) full on laugh at the face their little brother is making (seriously, it could be the illustration for the word “annoyed” in the dictionary), and even your brother utter a small smile. 

Of course you know your boy isn’t a small child anymore but…you can’t help it. You can’t help but being a little bit sad and angry at yourself for ever letting him become a superhero too. You can’t help but feeling guilty about the life he’s doomed to lead. You can’t help but worry about him constantly. 

Sure, he’s twenty now but…Some things never change. 

Speaking about things that never change : 

-Wait…Where is he ? 

Bruce looks away and his sons do too, but you catch Tim’s look before he can and it’s impossible to avoid your gaze once it’s locked on something and…With a dangerous voice, you ask : 

-Spit it up Tim, my boy…Where’s our child ? 

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