your face is not a fair fight

  • Do not pick up any large brown spiders unless you’re sure they’re a wolf spider or not, otherwise you might end up accidentally waving a brown recluse in your manager’s face.
  • Do not attempt to physically engage with the iguanas because they do not fight fair and are sharper and sharp in more places than you might expect. This becomes more and more true the more orange they are.
  • There are large bugs that look like Animal Crossing beetles that come out after hurricanes in areas that aren’t treated for certain types of bugs. They are called toe-biters, and will liquefy the flesh where they bite. Do not attempt to collect them, because no museum will take them.
  • Florida is essentially South America, and anything brought over from there will find a niche here via the exotic pet trade. Pythons do not fear national boundaries or smuggling laws. They simply exist.
  • If you see a sandhill crane with babies, respectfully look away and walk in the opposite direction. They know that you can’t match their fighting style and their fear of humans is only matched by the glory of protecting their fledglings.

@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??

Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.

“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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They deserve love too

If you think Armin is “weak,” remember that he has brains where everyone else has brawn. Do we base a person’s value solely on his or her ability to dominate physically or do we also value aspiration, cleverness, and loyalty? If you think Mikasa is “too clingy”, remember that after everything she’s been through and all the Titans she’s defeated, she deserves to rely on someone else for once. If you think Levi is “rude” remember that he’s lost nearly every person in his life who mattered to him. Somehow, he’s still fighting, putting on a brave exterior as he faces his foes. If you think anything about anyone, remember the positive contributions that character may have made and ask yourself whether your judgement is truly fair.

what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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“Just play the damn game with me !” - Batmom x Damian

Damian is a brat, but I kinda want to hug him to death…Wait…Oh well, anyway, here’s a little story where Batmom (you) really wants to bond with the kid.

(My masterlist blog here :


You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.

What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).

Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way.  Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.

He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?

The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.

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My Enemy’s Woman - Request

Requested by anon:  I would love to read your version of Moriarty becoming interested in the reader (either sexually or just typical Moriarty) and Sherlock gets upset and protective because she’s his girlfriend/fiancé/wife. Flirting, Innuendos, and everything that makes Moriarty the beautiful human that he is

Pairing: Sherlock x reader / Moriarty flirting with reader.

Word count: 1,132

Warning: Sexual innuendos.

A/N: Jim is such a complex character… Feedback is highly appreciated, guys!


Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Sherlock had never run faster in his whole life. Not even the pouring rain could stop him; no matter how much he slipped, he would get up and continue to run. The people around him would either move to the side, freeing the way, or be pushed by him. He had to get back to 221B.

The fear, the anxiety, the nerves got over him, taking over the bit of control he had of himself and his own emotions. His hands, forehead and armpits were sweating and his heart was beating faster – and no, it had nothing to do with his current running marathon – without mentioning the fact that he was looking paler than usual.

He was human, after all, and knowing that the one person who could get him to feel, to embrace his humanity, could be in mortal danger was more than enough for him to forget about everything else and act like a regular person would. If it had been someone else, except for John of course, he would’ve acted as chill as possible; but it was (Y/N) and there was no time to play-pretend when it came to her.

It was just one text message, a very simple and annoyed one that made him lose all control. She had sent it, or so it seemed, because Sherlock received it from her phone. It could’ve been a trap, or worse, but that didn’t matter because Sherlock would become even more reckless when she was involved.

If he exploded, if he got murdered, or trapped or kidnapped, it didn’t matter. As long as she was safe… he would go to the end of the world and sacrifice himself to the Gods if necessary.

His fear was such that his whole body turned off the physical sensations, and so he didn’t notice the muscular exhaustion that was caused by him crossing London by foot in less than ten minutes. He also didn’t feel the scrapes on his knees and elbows, as well as that little twist in his ankle. No, all he could focus on was saving (Y/N).

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The Marauders and Fighting

James: Classic Good Guy. Stands up, chest puffed out and calmly says ‘leave them alone’. Clenching his fists in rage, but trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates. If he does end up fighting, it’s clean. No hits to the back of the head, no cheap shots, he’ll fight with honor. Only satisfied if he can win fair and square.

Peter: The Joke Man. Cracks a joke that is totally out of place, and tries to ease the tension before it starts. He’s the safe zone buffer. Never escalates a fight, but evades them by distraction.

Sirius: The Hit Me Harder Guy. He’s the one that is constantly undermining your strength as he is punched in the face. There is no evading the fight, there is only winning. The 'come on and hit me’ with a bloody lip stretched into a smirk. The smile on his lips not matching the coldness of his eyes. He will hit and be hit until someone stops the fight, and he rarely loses.

Remus: The Silent Immovable Force. He has never been in a fight because people are too off put by his silence. He doesn’t need words, because his unwavering stare is absolutely terrifying. You are never asked to stop, but you know that if it were to escalate, you would lose. He’s the guy who stands up, walks in front of his aggressor and simply says 'no’. Not a question, but an order.

going to the gym with boyfriend!tom

bless the spiderjizz kids chat for inspiring this beautiful idea + who doesn’t love gym!tom and all his sweaty greatness

  • alright we all know tom like spends a fair amount of time in the gym 
  • and you don’t usually go with him 
  • you just get the hot and sweaty tom afterwards ;) 
  • but one day he invites you along with him
  • you say no at first but he’s very persistent 
    • c’mon! you’re not doing anything here anyways. 
    • eXCuse me, holland? 
  • he just grins cheekily
    • i love you? 
  • so you eventually give in to those puppy eyes and go with him 
  • he makes sure to make plenty compliments on your yoga pants
  • but when you get there
  • and this dumbass makes you lie on the floor 
    • tom? what- i don’t understand.
    • shh trust me, darling
  • and this boy goddamn gets down, hovering his body over you 
  • you’re instantly blushing at the proximity which tom grins cheekily about 
    • seriously, this is dumb what are you doing tom” 
  • and he starts doING PUSH UPS 
  • you just splutter for a few moments, flaming cheeks 
  • bc yeah this definitely is filed under: things that turn me on way more than they should 
  • tom’s watching your reaction sMIRKING LIKE A LITTLE ASSHOLE
  • and when you finally gather your senses, clearing your throat
  • he fucking surprises you again by kissing you when he’s down in the push up 
  • you outright gasp and tom winks
  • he knows exactly what he’s doing to you
    • thomas stanley holland did you just–
    • you’re my motivation, alright?” 
  • you can’t help but giggle because that is adorable
    • and nothing is more motivating than your kisses
  • he does loads of sets, gaining a kiss from you with every push up 
  • it is very motivating 
  • and eventually he stops because he’s tried and just flops onto you
    • gross! you’re sweaty, tom 
  • he just whines because he’s tired and doesn’t really wanna move in that moment
    • okay, yes i am very proud of you tom but please move your sweaty ass off of me
  • he like rolls off you and you giggle at this dork 
  • but after he’s recovered from push ups (he recovered really quickly so you’re real surprised) 
  • he pulls you over to the boxing ring 
  • you’re not gonna lie you’re excited to see this 
  • but then he pulls you into the ring with him 
  • he wants his girl to be able to throw a punch 
  • (if you already know how to he’s so impressed but also ready to fight you) 
  • but you’re just like 
    • how am i supposed to concentrate on anything other than thOSE BICEPS
  • and tom himself can’t get over how cute & fierce you look in boxing gloves
  • you two don’t really fight because you’re both afraid of hurting each other
  • mainly tom is worried tho 
  • so you just square him up, getting right in his face 
    • ready, holland? 
  • he just narrows his eyes in challenge
  • so you lean in and kiss him on the nose 
  • and his entire ‘tough’ demeanor just falls apart as he giggles at that
    • babe, no yOU CAN’T DO THAT, THAT ISN’T FAIR
  • basically, you never really get to box against him 
  • there’s little water fights between you 
  • which actually started because you held your drink bottle the wrong way round and squeezed
  • and tom got a face full of water
  • jaw dropped, he stared at you in disbelief with water dripping 
  • and he probably would’ve dropped it if you had apologized
  • but you couldn’t stop laughing
    • i can’t believe you just did that! you tosser!” 
    • did you just seriously call me a tosser? 
  • bfsdkdljd yeah i want a sweaty tom doing push ups over me 
  • bless alyssa and meggnog for these ideas

dad!yoongi + the pawful experience 

“Return it.” Yoongi sneered.

You rolled your eyes at him, “No.”

“Goddamnit.” He huffed, glaring at you, his hands perched on his hips like they usually did when he was about to go off on one of his tangents. “Three, ___. I gave you three children, is that not enough? Do you have a fetish for cleaning up shit that is not yours or something? Where the hell are we going to put a dog?”

“He can have your side of the bed if you insist on being an ass, Min Yoongi.” You seethed, turning your attention from the aggravating man to the lump of fur that was nestling deeper into your lap, “Your yelling is upsetting Min Holly.”

Yoongi cringed behind you, gripping the fabric of his jeans to keep from strangling you, “Don’t give that dog my last name I want no part in its upbringing.”

“You’re so immature.” You scoffed, petting the toy poodle in your lap.

“Says the person who went out and spontaneously bought a fucking puppy with that overgrown toddler Taehyung.” He hissed.

“You’re the only one who has an issue with the dog, Yoongi.” You sighed, “The kids love him.”

“Of course the kids love him, our son also loves eating his own boogers so excuse me if I’m not about to go off the advice of a fucking six year old.” He whisper yelled as he glanced over at said toddler who was currently trying to run away from his own shadow, and when all else failed sat on the floor and began screaming.

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, before gesturing to your son who you were looking at with what could only be described as pure exhaustion, “I love him. I do. He’s my son and I love him. God, but he’s an asshole.”

“You can’t call our kid an asshole.” You murmured, but it was halfhearted.

“Why not?”

You paused at that before staring up at Yoongi’s blank expression, “Not in public.”

There was an amicable silence between the two of you as you stared on at your child who had gone from wailing in frustration on the floor to giggling with his toys not even a second later, the contrast in mood almost frightening.

“We’re not finished talking about the dog, ___.” Yoongi sighed, “I hate animals. You know I hate animals.”

“You also hated me and children but look where we’re at now.” You shrugged.

Yoongi put his tongue in his cheek, “Yeah well you let me fuck you and those are my asshole children as a byproduct of me fucking you. Seeing as I can’t fuck this dog—”


“—and you didn’t give birth to it I want it out of my house.” He gritted out.

You glared up at your husband, “You’re being impossible!”

“You should’ve spoke to me before making a decision like this!” He yelled back, looking truly upset for the first time since you had started arguing, “I don’t give a shit about the stupid dog I give a shit that you made this decision that would ultimately effect me and the kids and it’s not that big of a deal but you didn’t talk to me about it first and I find that really fucking annoying. So no I don’t like dogs but yes I would’ve given in in a fucking heartbeat like I always do when it comes to you or the kids, if you had just dropped me a text or phone call or casual fucking conversation over dinner instead of just going out on your own with Taehyung and surprising me with an entire other mouth to feed.”

By the time Yoongi had finished his rant you swore you had shrunk three sizes under his frown of disappointment. Being married to Yoongi, and having been dating him for even longer of course you had your fair share of fights but even then you could count those times on one hand, the rarity of arguments only heightening the hurt and dejection on his face as he sent you one more annoyed glance before tugging on his tie and heading to your bedroom.

You let out a sigh before looking down at a whimpering Min Holly.


Yoongi wanted more than anything to skip dinner that night, an entire hour of having to sit through a meal with you sending him puppy dog eyes because he knew you felt bad about what you did, all while the remaining guests of said dinner party remained oblivious to the quiet tension, too caught up with trying to gauge each other’s eyes out with spit balls? Yeah no thanks. And it wasn’t because he was the bigger person, or even because he was mature enough to sit down and talk things through with you like an adult—God no. But Friday’s were family nights, something even he wouldn’t dare go back on, for fear of having to deal with three, no four, dreadful little brats whining his ear off at canceling on them at the last minute. And while sitting through thirty minutes of ‘but daddy you promised!’ just sounded so fun, he relented before he had to deal with any of that, shuffling everyone into their respective car seats and pointedly ignoring you.

So alas, here he was, in his own personal hell that was filled with thirty or forty other screaming children all of who sure as hell didn’t belong to him, so he had no moral obligation to not trip that one fat kid that kept screaming and chasing his precious, precious, baby girl around the godforsaken ball pit, all while receiving blatant looks of outrage from you.

He shrugged, “Accident.”

You bit your lower lip, refusing to egg on his behavior as a very concerned looking parent came over to scoop their child up from in front of your booth.

There was a moment of silence—well as silent as it could get in a Chuck E. Cheese—between the two of you as Yoongi scrolled through his phone and you watched your daughters chase their brother around the slide. You snuck a glance Yoongi’s way before worrying your lip between your teeth. You hated when he was mad at you.

Sure he was grumpy and insufferable most of the time, but at least then he was scolding you and calling you a jackass, that was at least better than a cold shoulder from Yoongi. You dared a glance in the other direction before inching your way closer to him, willing the cushions of the booth not to give you away just yet as you clumsily climbed closer and closer.

Yoongi didn’t even look up from his phone when he felt your arms wrap around his waist, your chin finding purchase in the crook of neck.

“Yoongi-ah.” You murmured, before nuzzling closer for his scent. “I was wrong and I’m sorry.”

If there was one thing Yoongi could appreciate about you—well, one of many, it was that you didn’t dawdle when you knew you messed up, something that suited Yoongi’s frank personality well. It was the reason arguments never went on for long, especially when you hated grudges, you preferred to keep things open and aired out as you had once told him.

“I’ll return the dog tomorrow.” You said quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Yoongi turned then, withering you with a glare, “And make me look like the bad guy? Hell no. We’re keeping the damn dog and you owe me a weeks worth of blow jobs to make up for this.”

You smiled against his neck, even as you clenched your thighs under the table. “Anything for you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at you, but still turned in your embrace to place a chaste peck on your lips earning a mega watt smile that made his hearts do annoying backflips in his chest.

“Love you.” He grumbled.

“Love you too.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with his before returning your gaze back to the playground your children were occupying. “Also, I hate to ruin the moment but your son is naked in the ball pit.”

“Why is he always my son whenever he’s doing something stupid?” Yoongi scoffed.

“Oh my God Yoongi, he’s peeing, go get him!” You hissed, smacking his shoulder profusely as parents and staff gawked at your six year old.

“He’s already started you might as well —ouch! Ouch! Okay! I’m going! Jesus Christ!” He grumbled.

You stared in amusement as a very disgruntled, very annoyed Yoongi shuffled around the now vacated, as well as urine contaminated ball pit to collect your sons scattered clothing and scoop him up, screeching at the top of his lungs. Yoongi didn’t even bother to stop as he motioned for you to get the twins and grabbed the car keys off the table, shuffling out of the restaurant as fast as his little legs would take him. You sent an apologetic smile to your hostess and left a hefty tip for your server before nearly dragging your children into their car seats.

By the time you had gotten home it was already ten o clock but that hadn’t stopped Yoongi from sitting down a very petulant looking six year old and scolding him on social norms and how exhibitionism went against all of them, and also how pissing in public, in an effing ball pit while socially unacceptable was also hygienically unacceptable and when that went over his head he had resigned himself to glaring at the toddler until he finally slumped back in his high chair with a pout. While you had always agreed that your son had always looked more like Yoongi than yourself, in that moment while he was glaring and sticking his tongue out at his father he never looked more like a spitting image of the man, something that forced you to bite back laughter.

“No more kids.” He grumbled, taking a spot next to you on the sofa.

You stifled a giggle, cuddling up to his side.

“He’s so much like you it’s a little ridiculous.”

“He’s nothing like me.” He pouted, “I only claim those two angels who are probably upstairs doing angel things. I want a paternity test for the boy.”

“He flicked Taehyung off the other day over brunch and tried to choke Jimin when he told him he couldn’t stuff his phone in the garbage disposal.” You said dryly.

Yoongi smiled fondly, “I may claim the boy.”

You snickered at his response just as you felt a small, furry presence pressing against your leg.

“Oh, was someone lonely today?” You cooed, leaning down to lift the whining puppy in your arms.

“Not on the couch ____.” Yoongi admonished.

“Oh shut up.” You murmured, petting a hand over the sleepy puppy, “Just look at that face, there’s no way you can hate something so cute. You’d have to be a true abomination, Yoongi!”

Yoongi sneered as you raised the brown lump of fur to eye level with him. What exactly did you want him to do? Look into those stupidly huge brown eyes and tell you that maybe the disgustingly adorable heap of fur wasn’t so bad when it was peering up at him with it’s tail wagging and it’s tongue out like the idiot dog it was?

Because he won’t.

Only something so stupid could be so happy.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” you said, handing him the puppy and ignoring his very disgusted look in the mean while, “I forgot my phone in the car.”

“And what do you want me to do with this thing?” He grunted after you, a glare marring his perfect face as he held the puppy the way he would a sack of potatoes.

“Try not to throw him into the garbage disposal.” You called over your shoulder, slipping on a pair of Yoongi’s slippers before running out the house.

Yoongi glared at the puppy who’s only response was to lick a stripe up his cheek and pant happily.

“You know you have a girls name right?” He spat.

A joyful bark.

“Don’t think you can win me over just because you’re cute. The last time I let that happen I ended up married with three swamp demons.” He muttered bitterly, “I won’t be fooled twice.”

Another yap.

Yoongi sighed before relenting under the dogs pleading eyes and reaching a hand forward to pet over the soft fur, begrudgingly. It really was stupid looking…

But in a good way. An endearing way.

“I guess you’re not that bad, Holly.” He muttered. “You make my wife happy.”

And it took everything in your power from letting out a victorious ‘I told you so!’ from your spot, instead opting to creep your way up the steps and give them the rest of the night to get acquainted with each other.

Attn: Still Star-Crossed Fans

Did Still Star-Crossed change your life? 

Were you left wanting more after that finale?

Do you think ABC is shady as hell?

Do you want to see more of Lashana’s gorgeous face?

SavingSSC is here to fight for the little show that could. We’ve seen wonderful petitions floating around the internet, as well as countless people wondering why a show with such a beautiful, talented cast wasn’t given its fair chance. This account exists as a starting point  for what could be a campaign to get our show back. In order for that to happen, we’ll need as much man power as possible. 

We figure, if a show without any promotion was able to generate this much interest, imagine if Still Star-Crossed received the support it deserved! We’re down to accept campaign and promotion ideas. It doesn’t hurt to try right? 

Pinned Down*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: Steve and Reader train together until things get heated between them and for the sake of every member of the Avengers team.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: what you can expect in a softcore smutty fic, but safe: sexual tension, swearing, dry humping and safe sex.
Author’s Note: The beginning is a rewriting of a training scene in AoS, season 3.

“Steve, I’m not gonna fight you… again.” You panted heavily in the late evening as you finished thirty minutes of hard training with the super soldier, after a quick workout session with the rest of the team.

“It’s not fighting, it’s training.” He ran a hand through his hair, brushing the locks out of his forehead.

“The last time we trained alone, I had to stop my powers because you were too sweet,” you made your best puppy eyes, and he chuckled as he drank some water.

“You won’t hurt me, Y/N because you won’t use your abilities,” he came back to the mats, ready to fight. “And I can be dark sometimes.”

“We finally found a night off in three weeks, and this is what you want to do?” You threw your hands in the air dramatically as you exposed your annoyance. “We could be lounging or binge watching some show. Or…”

“I need to blow off some steam, and you said training was the core of a partnership when you worked with S.H.I.E.L.D. So, that’s what we are doing.”

“You’re such a workaholic, you know that?”

“I miss you too,” he smiled and you mimicked. “I know, a friend shouldn’t be away for this long, so you can hit me,” he quipped, yet he wished it wasn’t true and you were his girlfriend.

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Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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I Need You Close (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Originally posted by forcewakens

He needed someone to love, and so did you. 

SPOILER FREE FIC (feat. brief angst but mostly fluffy fluff.)

“Well? Can you reprogram them?”

Cassian stood beside you, staring at a pile of Imperial droids. There were probably only three or four, but the way their gangly limbs tangled limply together made it seem like much more, and it was overwhelming. Cautiously, you approached them, and gave one a light tap with your foot for no reason at all.

“Possibly one. Maybe two. Not all of them. It’s going to take some trial and error to figure out how they tick.”

“Do you know how long it’ll take? This is a time sensitive matter.”

You turned to him and smiled. “It’s always a time sensitive matter, Captain. Give me a few hours to tinker around, and I’ll have a more definite answer by the end of the day.”

It was clear that your response wasn’t what he was looking for, but there was nothing that could be done to change it, and so, he gave you small nod. “I’ll come check up on you later.”

“Alright…and Captain,” you called out as he began to walk away. He stopped in his tracks and peered at you from over his shoulder. “Go to the medic and get that cut taken care of.”

Cassian furrowed his brow in confusion until you lightly tapped your temple. He brought his fingers up to the area on his own head and gingerly touched the wound, wincing slightly upon contact. It wasn’t anything too serious, but it was enough to require some sort of medical attention.

“Getting those droids wasn’t easy,” he replied hesitantly. It was the same tone of voice he used whenever someone was lost during a mission.

“Your efforts won’t go to waste.”

He looked as if he was going to reply, but strode out of the room, instead, leaving you alone with the droids and the guilt of not being upset over whoever it was that died, but rather, glad that it wasn’t him.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Masterlist

It’s senior year and everyone is fighting battles they do not want to face. Toxic relationships, conservative parents and alcohol are a bad mix. Quite frankly a recipe for disaster.

Originally posted by destructive-fidelity

Part 1 -  “It’s okay, I stare at you on a daily basis, so it’s only fair.”

Part 2 - “Mum, please tell him to stop.”

“Why should I? I love hearing about my future daughter in law.”

Part 3 - “Wow, you don’t have guests often, do you?” 

“Not special ones.”

Part 4 -  “You know you’re screwed when your 14 year old sister is giving you romantic advice.”

Part 5 -  “I’m sure sleeping is the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to be doing during P.E.”

Part 6 -  “This is probably the closest to getting laid that you will have in a long time, mate.”

Part 7 -  “And you just asked Feyre to marry you.”

“She said maybe.”

 Part 8 “Because they’re not going to beat the shit out of Tamlin. We’re not savages, Lucien, we don’t resort to violence. Although I would like to break his face repeatedly, I tend to do it in my imagination - helps me sleep at night.”

Part 9 The air was thick with tension, unspoken words lingered on tightly closed lips.

Part 10 “…I think that everything slows when you laugh because it makes me want to savour the sound. You are like a burning supernova because you inject more light in the world every time I see you. You are explosive and consuming and …I think you’re spectacular Feyre Archeron.”

“No wonder you’re good at poetry.”

Part 11 -  He had basically just confessed his love to Feyre in front of his entire family yet Feyre seemed to remain completely unaware that it wasn’t part of the act. Fuck his life.

Part 12 -   “Well isn’t this just the perfect fucking family reunion.”

Part 13 (NSFW) - Lucien looked up to find a very oversized Shaggy and a rather uncomfortable looking Scooby Doo.

“Am I high?”

Part 14 “You’re a stupid prick. Why didn’t you fight back?”

“Your freckles are adorable, especially up close.”

Part 15 (NSFW) - “Ah fuck this is so embarrassing.”


“Because I can barely control myself when you touch me.” 

Part 16 -  “Feyre, whatever is in this damn box, I will love it because it came from you.”

“Even if it’s something gross like a dying pigeon?” 

“Even then.”…”Please tell me it’s not a dying pigeon.”

Part 17 - “How do you go from smooth, witty, insufferable prick to a flushing teenage boy in a matter of seconds?”

“Maybe, Feyre Archeron, it is because I am both of those things.”

Part 18 (NSFW) - “What are we?” 

“I don’t know. What do two kids in love normally do in the films?”

“Well Romeo and Juliet committed suicide, Jack died for Rose on the tit-“

“I said normally, you idiot.”

Part 19Feyre was the type of girlfriend that called him to just rant about something insignificant, to be constantly holding his hand, to blush when he kissed her openly in public. Then she was also the type to have his cock in her mouth while he was driving - well, stuck in traffic on a dark winters rush hour.

Part 20 (FINAL)“I really, really love you.”

“That’s convenient.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” 

Reaction: Their crush likes them back.

~Got7 reaction!

(Gifs not mine).


You and a couple of your friends were hanging out at the dorms with Jaebum and the other Got7 members when Yugyeom and Bambam overheard you gushing about Jaebum to your friend. The maknaes immediately ran and told their leader. He got all soft when they told him, of course making them tease him. He’d shoo them away and wait for the perfect time to confess to you. It wasn’t until later that night that he was able to get you on your own. He was a bit nervous but didn’t really show it as he confessed his feelings for you.

Jaebum would be really happy to hear his crush liked him back. He might spend a little while thinking about whether or not he should actually ask you out but would.


You two were playfully bickering and Mark was determined to win by using his handsome face to his advantage. When he made a pretty good point about the topic you were arguing over, he just stopped giving any input what so ever and just stared at you as you attempted to fight back. You didn’t notice at first, but when you did, you became a blushing, stuttering mess. Mark chuckled softly as you hid your red face in your hands.

“You can’t do that! It’s not fair!” you whined as your blush deepened.

“Do what?” Mark asked innocently. You playfully hit his shoulder and rolled your eyes.

“You can’t distract me with that handsome face of yours! That’s cheating!”

Just as you said that, Jackson entered the room and heard what you said. He started screaming about how you finally admitted your feelings for Mark. Yours and Mark’s eyes widened. Mark broke into a shy smile as Jackson and Bambam started shouting about how the otp is real.

Mark would be thrilled to hear his crush liked him back. It would take him a while and a lot of coaxing from Jackson to actually work up the courage to ask you out, but he would eventually.  


When you befriended Jackson, you befriended all of Got7. You’d gotten pretty close with Jinyoung and had confided in him about your feelings for Jackson. Even though he told you that Jackson felt the same way, you didn’t really do anything about your crush. It got to the point where Jinyoung actually found it painful watching you around Jackson and told him how you felt. Jackson freaked. He ran to you and gave you the biggest hug, telling you how happy he was that you felt the same way.

Jackson would not wait around after he found out that you liked him back. He doesn’t seem like the type to spend ages pondering over the decision. You likes him, he likes you, so you must date.


You and Jinyoung were sitting on his bed at the dorm, both lost in books. You looked up from yours to ask him something and found him asleep. He looked so peaceful, so you decided to leave instead of waking him up. You quietly gathered your things and went to the door of his room. You looked back his handsome face and sighed sadly to yourself.

“As if you’d ever like me like that,” you mumbled as you were exiting the room. Jinyoung had been woken by the sound of your footsteps and heard what you said. He got up from the bed and grabbed your hand just as you were out the door. You looked up in surprise to see a very irritated Jinyoung. 

“Don’t ever say anything like that again,” he said in a stern voice. With that, he pulled you to him and cupped your face in his hands. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

(I’m soft, I know)

Jinyoung would be so happy that his crush liked him back. He wouldn’t show exactly how happy he was though. He’d wait a bit after finding out, until just the right moment to confess.


You’d just been talking. That was all you were doing when you suddenly let it slip that you thought Youngjae was the most adorable person on the face of the earth. As soon as you said it, Youngjae just started laughing because bless him he didn’t know what else to do. He got all shy and flustered but you were too busy dying from his cuteness to be embarrassed. After some time, Youngjae was able to collected himself enough to tell you he liked you too. 

As I said, this poor guy wouldn’t know what to do. He’d need help from everyone to be able to confess, but when he did, it’d be so freaking cute and adorable and soft and fluffy I need help please stop me he’s just too precious.


Bambam was being Bambam and was teasing you about the fact that you thought he was good looking, When he teasingly said that you liked him, he didn’t expect you to admit to it. He kinda froze for a minute (gif), before laughing it off and telling you that he knew all along. He’d then proceeded to take you on your first date then and there because no use in wasting time.

Bambam probably has every little experience when it comes to relationships, so he probably wouldn’t really know what to do or how to go about confessing. He’d probably devise a plan with all the ‘97 liners that would go horribly wrong and end up being hilarious instead of romantic but hey, would you expect any different?


You’d been dropping hints since practically the beginning of time, but the guy was completely oblivious. His hyungs all noticed and told him. They helped their maknae confess because he hadn’t a clue.

He would be so excited to find out his crush liked him back. He’d get help from the older hyungs (Bambam would be no help in this situation) and plan the perfect way to confess and it’d be too cute for words.

~A/N~ I’m so soft for Got7. I just love them so much. Anyway, requests for ships, drabbles, reactions, scenarios and fics are open. My inbox is currently empty and hungry so please feed it.

Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.


Reader x Stiles Stilinski



Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881

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Memory Lane | 02 ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by jimiyoong

→ grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff and a little smut
1.9k words
part 1 | part 2 | part 3BTS in 10 years!AU

A/N: Still on a hiatus but wanted to upload this as a thank you for the overwhelming support and love for Memory Lane part 1! I love this au and stay tuned for other members’ in this au! <3 

You’re laying in his arms, wrapped in the fluffiest bath robe you’ve ever worn, sitting on the balcony and staring out over the water. It’s been three days since you two got here to Bora Bora and it’s been a dream come true for you, since you’d always wanted to come here for your honeymoon as a child.

Today was an incredibly jam packed day, the schedule consisting of snorkeling and watching and experiencing the traditional culture. You patted his arm that’s wrapped around your waist. “Thank you Yoongi.”

He shifts behind you, low voice murmuring in your ear a little too delayed. “Mmm, for what?”

You giggle, and turn around to look at him, and like you expected, he was too close to dozing off. Laughing and turning in his arms so you can snuggle against his chest, he wraps his arm around your shoulders instead and props his chin on the crown of your head.

“I know you hate stuff like this, but thank you for bringing me here.”

He snorts, grabbing his wine glass and sipping at it while looking up at the stars. “You’re right I don’t, this shit sucks. I just wanna sleep.”

“I know Yoongi.” You hold him a bit tighter against you, molding yourself against him. “That’s why I’m so happy you agreed to all of this.”

He chuckles, the arm on your shoulder dropping to stroke your upper arm with slow and firm movements. “You’re lucky I kind of love you because I don’t even do this kind of stuff for the maknae.”

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 2

For the ones who motivated me to update from simply asking to be tagged for the next chapter. Much love guys <3:

@zaidelocin @blueoriley @lolitsrafs

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After that exciting encounter, you spent your Sunday completing unfinished work and before you knew it Monday had come.

Dragging yourself into class you noted that, aside from you, Jungkook seemed to be the only other person in class this early. You paid no mind to his slouched sleeping figure and unceremoniously dropped onto your seat. You hoped, no, prayed he would not wake up but luck was not on your side as you heard his chair scrape the floor as he stood. His footsteps grew closer until they stopped behind you and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You snapped your body to the side to direct a glare his way.

“I stopped wearing my ass as a hat.” He was giving you a stupid smirk and you hated the way it made your cheeks warm and gave you butterflies.

“Congrats? What do you want a medal?”

He leaned in close to your face, smirk still present and eyes sparkling.

“Your ‘thank you’.”

To say you were confused was a slight understatement and he seemed to understand that from the look you gave him. Despite this, he merely chuckled.

“You know, you look cute Jungshook.”

“What in gods name is 'Jungshook’?”

“Just something.” He walked around your desk and sat on the chair infront of you, resting his arms and chin on the top of your desk. Eyes looking up at you from under his lashes, you tried desperately to ignore him by pulling out a workbook and flipping to a random page. Your patience was very short, however, as you snapped a few moments later.

“Shouldn’t you have a random girl hanging off your arm right now? Why are you here?” He flashed his rabbit like teeth at you as he brushed a hand through his hair.

“I was waiting for you. I miss you.”


“Where’s Kookie? I saw him walk through the gates.” Hye Mi’s loud voice interrupted him and he quickly retreated back to his seat as she walked in. She narrowed her eyes at you and stalked in your direction. By the time she reached you, you noticed the water bottle too late. Crisp cold water drenched you and you jumped off your seat in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing!” You shoved Hye Mi and glared daggers at her innocent smile.

“You looked hot. I was just being a good friend.”

You were not going to let her get away with this. Reaching into your bag you grabbed your own bottle and unscrewed the cap, dumping the contents onto Hye Mi’s head. Her screech resonated throughout the room and corridors as students flocked to the entrance to see what was happening. Her friends were quick to react and ran to her side. You stole a glance at Jungkook he seemed as apathetic as he usually did in class.

A sudden push brought your attention back to the matter at hand. Hye Mi was fuming as she reached for your hair and pulled. The yell you let out seemed to grab Jungkook’s attention as he stood and paced towards you both. He grabbed Hye Mi’s hand and stared her down.

“Let go.”

The anger in those two words gave you chills and apparently Hye Mi felt the same as she quickly obeyed. Your anger returned in a few short moments but this time it was directed at Jungkook.

Why did he want to help all of a sudden?

Why now after 2 years of torment?

“I don’t need you to save me, this isn’t a fucking fairytale Jungkook. Leave me alone.”

You left no room for a reply as you grabbed all your things and left without so much as another word.


School wasn’t any better the next day. Areum was off sick and when you arrived Jungkook wasn’t there (you hated that you felt slightly disappointed.) As the day progressed you done your work as you normally would, the death stares Hye Mi and her friends were giving you were nothing new.

Lunch came by quick and you headed to your usual table that you shared with Areum only to find it occupied by none other than Hye Mi and her friends. Not wanting to deal with them you opted to sitting outside. You needed some fresh air anyway. Walking out the lunch hall doors was something you immediately regretted.

You were greeted with the sight of Jungkook sharing a heated kiss with an older girl, you didn’t recognise. The pain you felt in your heart was what confused you the most since you seemed to recall asking him about the girls he normally has hanging off of him only yesterday. Your train of thought was broken when the girl spoke.

“What’s wrong Kookie?”

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

When you returned your attention back to them you noticed Jungkook looking at you with the expression a child would have when being caught doing something they shouldn’t be. However, you just scoffed at him and headed in the other direction.

You refused to believe you were tearing up because of him.

“Fucking hay fever…”


After that, the day progressed painfully slow and you counted down every minute until it was time to leave. You just wanted to go home and let out all your feelings to Areum.

The week seemed to be taking a quick turn downhill, however, as when walking home you decided to take a shortcut.

Your first wrong choice.

Walking past an alleyway wasn’t something that would have intimidated you if it wasn’t for the group of boys lingering in there, smoking. They were obviously from your rival school, judging by their uniform and they seemed to recognise yours too.

“Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you.” The gruff voice from one of the boys made you stop in your tracks.

Your second wrong choice.

The boy who had called out to you, stepped into the light and his obnoxious red coloured hair had set off alarm bells in your head. You had heard of the notorious leader of your rival schools gang but you never imagined you would ever meet him, let alone like this.

You hadn’t notice him draw closer to you until he had a firm grip on your wrist.

“You’re hot for someone who goes to a school like that.” He gestured to your uniform with disgust. His eyes seemed like they were undressing you as he eyed you up and down before a smirk grew on his face.

“Tell you what, how about you come hang with us and me and you can 'play’.” The suggestive idea he had in mind disgusted you enough to make your blood boil.

“How about you go fuck yourself, then you can go fuck all of your little groupies behind you.”

Your third wrong choice

His smirk dropped and his eyebrows furrowed at your reply.

“Feisty bitch aren’t you? Let’s see if you still think the same after I’m done.”

The hold he had on you was too strong and you only realised after trying to shake him off. When that realisation came that’s when you started regretting everything you had done.  He tugged you into the alley way and threw you against a wall. Slamming a hand on one side of your head, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into your face, the smoke making your eyes water.

“I just thought you were hot and wanted to make you my girl. It didn’t have to go this way… oh well.” He proceeded to stub out his cigarette on your hand and sadistically smiled at your hiss of pain.

“Just try and enjoy it babe.” As he leaned in your hands made contact with his chest and you pushed him with all your strength. It was a futile attempt and you then realised  how he had gained his title as leader.

“I don’t want this!” You tried to scream but he saw right through you and covered your mouth.

“And I don’t care.” When you felt his teeth come into contact with your neck, you struggled even more and kicked out, hoping you would hit something. You had a stroke of luck as you somehow managed to kick him in a precious area. He stumbled back and yelled in pain whilst his gang acted quickly and pinned you in place.

“Stupid bitch!”

The sharp sting on your left cheek caused a tear to roll down and that’s all it took for the rest to follow soon after.

“Did you just fucking make her cry?” The eerily calm voice of Jungkook had filled the alley and everyone then turned to the new group of boys standing at the entrance. The look of pure resentment on Jungkook’s face had made even the leader stiffen.

“What? Is she one of your sluts Jeon?”

Jungkook completely ignored the question as he took a step forward.

“I asked you a fucking question. Did you make her cry?” The leader only spat at Jungkook.

“So what if I did? Bitch didn’t give me what I wanted.”

That’s all it took for Jungkook to lose it. He charged at the leader, his friends following after him. The members holding you down let you go to join the fight and you slid down burying your face in your arms and sobbing, the thought of what almost happened to you setting you off.

Yelling from the boys filled the alley, even the calm and collected Jin had joined in, delivering his own fair share of punches. The sound of fists connecting with bodies was something you tried your hardest to block out and it was only until you heard Jungkook hesitantly call out your name, that you dared to look up.

“They ran. They won’t bother you again so please… please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” He took slow hesitant steps in your direction, scared that you may reject his sympathy.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.”

“Kookie…” The nickname had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you all but shot into him, your arms quickly wrapping around him. He was clearly shocked at what you had called him but soon recovered and returned your embrace.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you… and I fucked up so many times but I swear it will be different…”  The genuinely concerned look he gave you was enough to reassure you that things would be different. You felt Jungkook grab your forearms and lift you up.

“Come on… there’s no way I’m letting you go home in this state, I’m taking you to mine.” He draped a black hoodie over your arms and put the hood over your head, directing you down the street, his friends following.

Sitting down in Jungkook’s front living room should have been awkwardly uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the 7 boys doing everything in their power to keep you happy. Jin’s bad dad jokes coupled with Taehyung’s strange faces and Yoongi’s yells of 'shut up’ was enough to keep you giggling. Not to mention Namjoon’s, Jimin and Hoseok’s dancing competition. Namjoon lost.

“Hyung’s! I need you.”

Jungkook’s voice was heard from the kitchen and the 6 boys each stopped what they were doing, one by one entering the kitchen. Their muffled voices were heard and you were sure you heard your name a couple of times but you brushed it off. Not wanting to sit silently and do nothing you stood from your seat and wandered around. Making your way towards the collection of demo CDs on his shelf, you scanned the names and found that one word was always found on each of them.


The memory of Yoongi spray painting those exact letters on the wall a couple of nights ago flashed in your mind and you let a soft smile grow on your face.

“I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!”

“So… he was serious about that?” You whispered to yourself. A sudden shout from the kitchen made you jump, effectively knocking over Jungkook’s bag from where it was resting on a table a few moments ago.

“Crap…” You knelt down to pick up the things that dropped out when a picture in his open wallet caught your eye. It was of a 6 year old Jungkook and girl, standing side by side, grinning at the camera. Your eyes developed tears as you let out a mixture of a sob and chuckle. Taking the picture out, you flipped it around and read the messy writing on the back.

Jungkook and Y/N
Best friends no matter what happens.

You smiled at the fond memories.


“Leave Y/N alone!” A nervous 5 year old Jungkook stuttered out. He ran at full speed in your direction, successfully scaring off the girls who had previously threw sand and pebbles at you. It was too late however as the tears you had been holding in streamed down your face.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.” He pulled out a crumpled tissue and wiped your tears away, his face contorted in concentration. Smiling when he had dabbed away all the tears he began patting the sand out of your hair.

“It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you!” He grinned, his eyes squinting and flashed his rabbit like teeth.


At the age of 6, both you and Jungkook were stood as close as possible, both grinning at the camera with your two front teeth missing.

“We’ll be best friends no matter what happens, okay?”

You approached an 8 year old Jungkook, sitting on a swing set alone. His head was hung low and he was pouting to himself. You crouched down in front of him and looked up at his face.

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice and he let out a small sigh.

“Se-Jun said I won’t be able to become a singer in music class today.” His brows furrowed at the memory.

“But Kookie, you’re a great singer! When your a famous singer everyone will love you and your voice! So don’t worry. Just don’t forget about your number one fan.” Your words seemed to work as Jungkook visibly relaxed. He hopped off the swing set and pulled you up, grabbing your forearms and beaming at you.

“That’s right, I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!” As he rambled on you merely smiled back at him, silently praying his dreams would come true.


The sound of footsteps brought you back from reminiscing.

“What are you looking at?” You looked up at Jungkook, smile on your face and his eyes widened.

“Wait! I told you I don’t like to see you cry!” He reached for you but you shook your head at him, lifting the wallet and displaying the photo.

“You’re such an idiot. You never really got rid of our memories together.”

He beamed at you, slowly shaking his head.

“How could I? The 7 years we shared together as kids isn’t something I can just throw away.”  You couldn’t control the ever growing smile on your face, happiness bubbling in your stomach. The rest of the boys stumbled out of the kitchen, Taehyung on Namjoon’s back complaining about something to do with having lines in 'Cypher’, Jimin, Hoseok and Suga playfully arguing whilst Jin was snacking on rice crackers.

It seems like your week just got a whole lot more better. Areum was going to love this story.