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taegularities · 4 years ago

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hello rid you beautiful, tropical fish, i'd like to request situation 12, sentence 22, and the maknae please :3

your nicknames make me softttt!!

Finally home after a hard day + “I can make you some tea or something? Read you a story. Lie down in bed.” - Jungkook x female reader

Wc: around 690

wrapping up the drabble game! if you’d still like to send me requests, you can, but i will probably post them delayed/when i find the time! <3

Your feet hurt. And by hurt you meant that they felt like someone had grabbed them and twisted and turned until your skin was sore, leaving only the delicate bones intact. Coming home and knocking yourself out was the only thing you had in mind - you didn’t even feel that hungry right now.

As you opened the door to your house, throwing your heels into a corner almost aggressively, you heard Jungkook call your name from the living room. You followed his voice, a smile appearing on your face when you saw him enjoying his evening on the couch in a baggy shirt and grey sweatpants.

He looked so clean, showered, refreshed, content - whereas you felt as if your skin had absorbed all the dirt that floated in the air outside. You sat down next to him, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek before you leaned back, your eyes closing as you felt relaxation flood through your body.

Jungkook knew how hard it was to walk around all day - after all, that was all the job of a real estate agent contained. He was also aware of the fact that sometimes, people took their sweet, long time when viewing a house or apartment. They practically pondered on what to do for hours, inspecting every corner of the place until they eventually agreed - or in worse cases, did not agree - to sign a contract.

“Do your feet hurt a lot?” he asked you, grabbing your legs as he brought them up to his lap and consequently making you lay down on your back. He first rubbed your skin delicately, starting at your calves before his fingers moved down.

“You don’t have to massage my dirty feet, baby,” you muttered, enjoying him pressing your muscles nevertheless.

You saw him roll his eyes, and he laughed lightly before he answered. “I’ve done more hardcore things to you. Relieving my precious girl from pain isn’t something that’ll scare me off.”

You giggled, not just at his words, but also because his touch was tickling your feet here and there. “I wouldn’t call them hardcore, but definitely better.” You hummed in content when he reached a spot that hurt particularly bad. “Are the kids asleep?”

“Yeah, just tugged them in before you came home.” Okay. Good. One less worry to think about. You nodded at him thankfully, listening to the distant sound of the TV and whatever show was playing right now.

After some time, you could clearly feel how much his wonderful, skilled massage helped you, and you wondered how his fingers didn’t get tired. Sitting up again, you looked at him, bringing your hand up to his curly, dark hair to brush through it gently. “You can stop, if you want.”

“Do you feel better?” he asked, grazing the skin of your legs lightly.

“I do. Thank you, Kookie,” you said before you brought your face forward, kissing his pink lips affectionately.

As you pulled away, he met your gaze with a smile, but obviously not less worried than before. “Anything that you want? I can make you some tea or something? Read you a story,” he suggested, bringing a wide grin to your face. He never failed to show just how much he cared, how much his heart was ready to do anything for you; be it small or big things. “Maybe we should go up. Lie down in bed.”

You nodded eagerly - you couldn’t wait for your pillowy, perfect mattress to meet your body, pulling you into a deep sleep that you definitely needed right now. “I should shower first, though.”

At your words, Jungkook stood, and to your surprise, he put his large hands under you, pulling you up to carry you to your bedroom bridal style. You chuckled at the sudden action, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked at his handsome, proud face. He treated you like a princess, and he knew it. “Let’s shower then.”

“Wha-? Didn’t you alrea-”

“So what?” he asked, licking his lips suggestively as he started to move towards your room.

Yep. You definitely had the best damn husband ever.

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#drabble game #afangirldaydreams #jungkook fluff #jjk fluff #jjk #jungkook #husband jungkook #bts fluff #bts

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heejinnien · 4 years ago

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araceli’s love letters

happy valentine’s day!

my favorite movie of all time is to all the boys i’ve loved before. in the movie, lara jean covey writes love letters to each of her past crushes. this gave me the idea to do this for valentine’s day: for this day, i’ll be writing my mutuals love letters of appreciation, in order of when we first interacted.

to: @elcie-chxn

— hello, laura. technically we met on twitter, but i wanted to include something for you :) thank you for always being so supporting of me and my writing. i know that if i ever need someone to ask, you’ll be there for me, and you have one of the biggest hearts of anyone that i know. you’re so funny and creative, and a very talented writer. i hope that we can talk more because you’re the exact kind of person i want to be really good friends with.

love, araceli

p.s. whiplash is one of my favorite tbz songs now

to: @00seonu

— when laura retweeted my about me post, you were the first person to follow my blog, even when i had no writing up. when i did begin to post, you were always there to like and support it. we haven’t interacted much (mostly through tags and chain asks) but you’re really sweet. your writing never fails to make me smile, and i hope that we can talk more.

love, araceli

to: @sighmah

— hello, sai. technically you aren’t a tumblr mutual because we only interact on twitter, but we both follow each other so i count that as enough to write you this. you’re so kind, funny, sweet, caring, and beautiful, and you never fail to put a smile on my face. talking to you brightens my day, and i love you to the moon and back. i hope we can continue our friendship for as long as possible :)

love, araceli

to: @puppywritings

— we haven’t interacted very much, having found each other through acceptance at the same time to a network, but from what i’ve seen of you on my feed you seem very sweet and fun. if it’s okay with you i’ll continue tagging you in tag games. your writing is really good, and i hope we can interact more.

love, araceli

to: @woodiegochile

— we haven’t had the opportunity to talk much either, but i definitely want to get to know you. you seem like a very fun person to talk to, as well as caring and sweet. your writing is very good, and i hope we can talk or interact more. if it’s okay with you, i’ll continue tagging you in tag games, and hopefully from here we only grow as mutuals :)

love, araceli

to: @mijing-z

— girl, you’re crazy and i love you :) you’re so sweet, funny, and kind, and talking to you is definitely one of the best parts of my day. we don’t really interact through tumblr, but we’re mutuals so you definitely earn a spot in my love letters. i know things have been hard at times, but i believe you can persevere through them. in the end, things will work out how they’re meant to be. i love you from the bottom of my heart.

love, araceli

to: @taegularities

— hello, rid :) you were the first one to sign on to my be collab, and i just want to say that i love you from the bottom of my heart. i remember the confusion i felt when you first dmed me the invite to the sss discord, especially upon reading the third s, but i’m glad i joined because it’s like a family for me. you’re so kind, thoughtful, considerate, smart, funny, and beautiful, and you writing is amazing. i hope that we can only continue to grow together as individuals, and i’m glad that you’re apart of my life.

love, araceli

to: @xiaokoo

— hello, dee. firstly, i love being your beta reader. your writing is always so moving, and i love being able to help you craft your stories and read it ahead of others hehe. secondly, i love you. you’re so funny and sweet, and even though i may (i will neither confirm nor deny this statement) pick on you from time to time, you mean a lot to me. i hope we can continue to grow together as writers and friends, and never change who you are.

love, araceli

to: @tae-cup-main

— hello, marria. i’m so glad that you messaged to be apart of my be collab. you’re so kind, sweet, funny, and considerate, and talking to your brightens my day. you’re such a talented writer, and an amazing co-captain. there’s no one i would rather be soulmates with, or no one i would rather be married to. i hope that we can only continue to talk and grow together.

love, araceli

p.s. when can i move into your guest house

to: @kassrole

— hello, kas. when you volunteered to beta read monsters, it was the beginning of our friendship. after we were both accepted to bcc, i didn’t know if we’d talk anymore, but as fate would have it rid invited us both to sss and we did. you’re so sweet, kind, and funny, as well as beautiful and talented. your graphics are insanely good, and your writing is on another level. i love you, and i hope that we can continue to talk and grow together.

love, araceli

to: @afangirldaydreams

— hello, duda. i’m glad you chose teaching, because you’re so kind and considerate, and you’ll be able to make a positive impact as a teacher. you’re also funny and sweet, as well as beautiful and talented. i’m glad that we’re in sss together, as there are no other people i would like to be with. don’t overwork yourself, and remember to take breaks for yourself. i love you so much, and i hope that we can continue to talk and grow together.

love, araceli

p.s. i hope you’re feeling better after eating all tat sushi

to: @jaeyoonurl

— we haven’t really had the opportunity to interact on a personal level aside from the occasional tag game, but you seem like a very fun and caring person. your writing is so good, and i love seeing your posts on my feed. if you’re okay with it, i hope we can talk and interact more.

love, araceli

to: @hoebii

— hello, fluff. i’ve never met someone as kind or pretty as you, and when you speak bangla, it makes my heart uwU in the best possible way. you’re so caring, and you’ve helped me so much. i appreciate the fact that i know you’ll always be there for me, to listen or to support me, and i hope that we can continue to talk. the future is so long, but together we can achieve anything.

love, araceli

to: @moccahobi

— hello, lil. when we first talked, you seem intimidating to me. however, when i dmed you a question about bcc, i could see that you’re actually really kind and friendly. since then you’ve only proven me right. you’re so sweet and caring, and so smart and beautiful, too. you do so much i’m amazed by it all, but despite that you still help others. you have a kind heart, and i love you so much. i hope that we can continue to talk and grow together, and i’m glad that i met you.

love, araceli

to: @kb-bangtanenthusiast

— hello, kb. we haven’t talked much outside of official purple army net business, but you seem so sweet and caring of the wellbeing of others. i hope that we can talk more as mutuals and friends, outside of purple army net, and get to know more about each other. i’m sure that you’ll only prove me right about how kind and caring you are, but if you’re okay with it i would like to learn other things about you as well. i’m sure i’ll discover over amazing traits about you.

love, araceli

to: @jinings

— hello, sunNI. thank you so much for all of your support. you’re so kind, loving, and sweet, and you always make me feel a little bit better. you’re so funny, and your writing is so cute and brings a smile to my face. i love being your junior concierge, and i hope that we can continue to talk and grow closer. i love you the most, and you can’t argue with me because i’m taller.

love, araceli

to: @mimikookie

— hello, sunli. you’re one of the kindest, sweetest, funniest, smartest, most caring people i know. you just have an amazing personality, and you’re exactly the type of person i want to be friends with. your writing is amazing, and i’m not just saying that as your (part-time) beta writer. i love you so much, and i hope that we can continue to talk for as long as possible.

love, araceli

to: @seoulphiles

— hello, crystal. we just began talking today (kshfgjksdfg) but you already seem kind, friendly, and sweet. your personality is so bright and fun to talk to, and even our mbti types say that we’re destined to be friends. i hope that we can continue to talk because you seem like such a wonderful person.

love, araceli

to: @/order’s up anon

— hello! i’m not sure if you’ll see this, but interacting with you is one of the highlights of my day. i always love receiving asks from you, as well as learning more about you. you seem so kind, loving, and sweet, and you have impeccable taste in music. is it possible to love someone when you don’t even know who they are? i hope that when the event is over we can continue to interact, and i hope that i can see some of your creations!

love, araceli

so this concludes my love letters to you. i’m very sorry if we’ve interacted and i didn’t include you, i went down my followers list but i may have skipped over someone. regardless, i love you all, no matter how big or small are interactions have been. i hope everyone has a wonderful valentine’s day, which is no less than they deserve. unlike lara jean, these letters are being sent after i’ve penned them, instead of being locked in a teal hat box for someone else to send :-)

signing off,

araceli

#araceli's love letters #happy valentine's day!

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hoebii · 4 years ago

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The bias selfie tag

Tagged by the beautiful hooman beans @kithtaehyung and @taegularities

I wasn’t too comfortable with showing my face but I really wanted to do this so here we are 🤠

Tagging : @xiaokoo @bratzkoo @kassrole @afangirldaydreams @ttaechwita @jinings @heejinnien @moccahobi @mimikookie and anyone else who wants to do it~ (feel free to ignore if you’re not comfortable with doing this!!)

#bias tag #tag game #bts

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chelsfic · 5 years ago

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Part 4 - Trustfall - August Walker/Reader - Mission: Impossible Fallout fanfic

A/N: I’m not sure if this is quite the tone I was going for, but almost every time I set out to write something it turns out differently than I originally intended. For better or worse! I really hope you enjoy this little chapter. There’s action and angst to come in the next part!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You wake the next morning with all the awkwardness and mortification it is possible to feel. Your arms are twined around August’s middle and your bad leg is screaming from being folded underneath you all night. There is an unmistakable drool spot on August’s t-shirt that you are choosing to ignore.

To you, August seems just as cool and collected as always. He stretches, reaching his arms over his head, deliciously exposing a few inches of his stomach as his shirt hitches up. You don’t notice. His eyes flick to the clock on the wall and he huffs a resigned breath before violently cracking his neck. The blatant masculinity is positively overwhelming.

You clear your throat, “Uh...sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep here...with you.”

You slowly unfold your leg and hiss against the pins and needles, the painfully cramped muscles. August watches you with an inscrutable expression.

He grunts a noncommittal response, effectively ignoring your poor attempt to address the sudden, confusing intimacy of the previous night. You look back at him, at his unreadable face and realize, with a sinking stomach, that he plans to just pretend it never happened.

He observes your nervousness with cool calculation. At least that’s how it seems to your eyes. You can’t possibly know that his thoughts are racing. That he’s recalling, relishing the feel of your small body pressed against him, the perfect trust that seemed to exist between you when your eyes drifted shut and you slept without a thought for the locked door that stood between you every night prior to last night.

“Alright, then,” you chirp, needing to fill the silence. “I’m gonna jump in the shower…”

You trail off. As August shifts forward in his seat to stand up he lets his hand just graze over your shoulder in a comforting caress. It’s there and gone before you have time to process it. But it was definitely there.

Maybe he wasn’t going to pretend last night didn’t happen.

***

In the days that follow neither of you brings up the strange night you spent holding one another. But the magic of that twilight hour seems to have had a healing effect. The air in the house is lighter. You feel the easing of the tension you’ve been unconsciously carrying around in your shoulders. And there are the touches. It feels natural. Right. That night had unlocked an intimacy between you that wasn’t quite forgiveness. It was more like an acknowledgement of things to come, of the possibility of things.

Your fingers sliding together as he passes you a soapy plate to dry. The brush of your fingertips along the nape of his neck when you pass him sitting in the living room. And one night when he returns home very late with a blackened eye and a cut over his eyebrow. He walks through the front door and makes a beeline for you, sitting on the couch in the living room. He kneels before you on the floor and winds his strong arms around your waist, pressing his face into your soft stomach. You move your hands in soothing circles over his trembling shoulders.

Things are...changing. And you want them to. You find yourself looking forward to seeing August at the end of the work day. Driving home with a smile on your face. And you worry when he stays out late...working. You feel the blossoming of possibility between you and you can see in his eyes and feel it in his touch, that he feels it too.

Of course things are bound to go wrong.

***

You’re running late, you don’t even have time to shower properly. You just stick your head under the shower spray to wet it and then throw your hair in a bun. Better than nothing. As you’re rushing out the door you hear August’s quick steps on the stairs. By now you realize he only makes noise when he wants you to know he’s there. Otherwise he’s capable of moving with ghostly silence.

“Y/N,” he calls, “you’ll be home late tonight, right?”

He’s dressed in a crisp button-down shirt and dark grey trousers. He must have business today. When he’s staying in he tends to dress down in denim and t-shirts or sweaters. At first you had found the sight of him in casual wear to be jarring--now it is the other way around. When he’s dressed for business you know there is the possibility of danger. You feel your heart in your throat at the idea of August being hurt and you wonder when that started, feeling protective of him.

“Yeah,” you reply, pushing away the question you have no answer for, “it’s my book club night tonight. I’ll be home around nine-ish.”

“See you then,” he says and takes a step toward you before stopping himself.

You stand there for an extra beat, feeling like he’s left something hanging in the air between you. Finally you offer him a half-smile and wave goodbye as you walk out the door.

Stupid, he thinks to himself. What is he thinking? That he’s your husband, hugging you before you leave for work? This situation was getting confusing and he didn’t have time today to be distracted by feelings that would be better off ignored.

He needs to think over his plans for the day, the night. He’s arranged for a meeting between two clients, money for information. Simple. The buyer is most certainly a Russian SVR operative although he is representing himself as a businessman in need of insider intel. The seller, whom August will be representing, is some low-level DOD engineer looking to live dangerously. August will be taking a substantial finder’s fee from the deal which he’s arranged for this evening in the house. It isn’t ideal, but the original location he’d selected had spooked the Russian. So, this is his alternative. And it will be fine. It’s a one-time thing and it will all be fine. As long as he is certain that Y/N will arrive home well after his client departs.

***

“So, on a scale of one to dead how much trouble would I be in if I didn’t finish the book for book club tonight?”

You’re perched on the edge of your friend Jen’s desk wearing a sheepish expression. Jen’s classroom is next door to yours. You both started teaching in the same year and had naturally become fast friends. It is a little comical given how different you are. Jen is a garrulous, spiritual star-girl who spends her weekends at psychic fairs and you are a snarky, introvert with a natural skepticism for anything that can’t be verified in a double-blind study. There is just something inherently compatible and complementary between you that makes the friendship work. You suppose it’s a sense of humor and the fact that Jen never really pushes too hard to break into your personal space. Other than constantly bemoaning your lack of a dating life.

Jen laughs at your comically shamed expression and shakes her head in mock disgust, “Y/N...this is like the third month in a row you’ve asked me that question.”

“Hey! At least part of that time I was in the hospital. You know I’m going to milk that excuse for as long as I can,” you reply. You really enjoy being in the book club--it’s just Jen and a couple other teachers and it pretty much comprises the entirety of your social life since well before the shooting.

As far as Jen and the rest of your coworkers know you were in a bad car accident. The lie has become easier for you to accept with time. Now you can joke about it.

“Mmm...no, sorry that’s not gonna cut it anymore,” Jen scoffs. “But...you’re actually off the hook because it turns out that Maddy and Lisa both had to cancel tonight, anyway.”

You raise your hands in mock victory, “Just as I planned all along!”

Jen rolls her eyes, “You want to go out for dinner at Zorba’s anyway?”

“Nope!” you chirp. “Canceled plans? I fully intend to go home and finish this damn book.”

“Uh huh,” Jen’s voice is laced with skepticism. “Don’t think I don’t know the real reason you haven’t finished it. You have a secret boyfriend, don’t you? It’s the surgeon who fixed your leg! You’ve fallen in love and are going to get married and have little surgeon babies!”

“Good grief! Next book is going to be strictly non-romance! You’re delirious!”

You walk toward the door that adjoins your two classrooms and force a laugh as you wave goodbye. You can’t help it. The little stutter you feel in your heart at Jen’s words. It’s ridiculous because August is basically a scoundrel despite how nice he’s been acting to you lately. But you can’t lie to yourself. You’re happy to be going straight home after work instead of heading to bookclub. In fact the little bubble of happy anticipation in your chest floats you through your day until you’re once again driving home with a goofy smile on your face looking forward to seeing the man who has somehow, incredibly, managed to carve out a place in your heart.

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@thorins-queen-of-erebor @viking-raider @onceuponathreetwoone @angelic-kisses13 @afangirldaydreams @peeyewpeeyew @calwitch @scuzmunkie @amy-choices

#august walker x reader #august walker imagine #henry cavill imagine #mission: impossible fanfic #chelsfic

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biaswreckme-main · 5 years ago

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After being taken by the Iron Shepherds and later rescued by the Mighty Nein, being in complete silence brings back too many unbearable memories for Fjord.

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ao3feed-sterek · 5 years ago

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can we move on from this?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oyFZ9L

by afangirldaydreams

Stiles knew he should have gotten there earlier from the minute he approached the front door of the loft and felt it was warm, a contrast to the usual chilling cold he sometimes felt on his back when they were so into the moment they could not wait for the bedroom.

Words: 500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Kate Argent (mentioned), Chris Argent (mentioned)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Whumptober, whumptober 2019, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fire, Explosion, Werewolf Hunters, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt Derek, Emotionally Hurt Derek Hale, no.2, Tumblr Prompt, prompt: explosion, Triggers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oyFZ9L

#ao3feed #fanfic #sterek

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ao3-sterek · 5 years ago

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superhuman strength

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OjNtbs

by afangirldaydreams

Oh, the bad days, however… They were bad.

Words: 501, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of everything hurts

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Kate Argent (mentioned), Peter Hale (mentioned)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Fire, Explosion, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Triggers, Delirium, Tumblr Prompt, whumptober 2019

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OjNtbs

#ao3feed #sterek fics #sterek #fics

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ao3feed-ateez · 18 days ago

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the world of two of us

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N2skv7O by biaswreckme (afangirldaydreams) You pegging San, that's it. Words: 1601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Choi San (ATEEZ), Reader Relationships: Choi San (ATEEZ)/Reader Additional Tags: Pegging, Anal Fingering, Orgasm Edging, Sub Choi San (ATEEZ), Bottom Choi San (ATEEZ), Dom/sub, Aftercare, Established Relationship, Coming Untouched read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N2skv7O

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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taegularities · 4 years ago

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hello rid you beautiful mermaid please make bts HURT ME WITH SOME ANGSTY WORDS with number 12 and jk

Beautiful mermaid <3

Angst 12 - Jungkook x female reader: “Who did this? Who hurt you?”

WC: around 350

tw: mentioned abuse

send me a number + genre (+ member if you want to) & i’ll write a short drabble for you!

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Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the door to your shared dorm room open. After you’d practically ordered him to not message you until you told him otherwise, he’d been a nervous mess, walking up and down the small apartment for hours now.

And when he finally saw you, his expression dropped, his heart sinking into an abyss as he took you in. Your eyes were facing the floor and you were shaking slightly - but that wasn’t the worst thing he’d noticed. He walked up to you to inspect the purple and blue bruises on your arm, and felt the familiar anger rise hot in his chest immediately.

“Who did this? Who hurt you? That fucking asshole?” he asked, his voice so resentful that it made you look up at him.

You couldn’t lie to him; he knew who’d done that. “I broke up with him.”

“Good,” he merely said as he walked to the fridge to grab a cool pack. He pressed it against your new injury before he continued, “I don’t understand why that took so long. Why do you do this to yourself? He was a terrible person from the start! A jealous, abusive, disgusting prick!”

You didn’t answer, only rubbed the cold material that was soothing the pain in your arm, and you were very much on the verge of breaking down. “God, Y/N.”

And then he pulled you into a hug, his nose sinking into your hair as he felt the scorching fury still boil inside of him; he knew exactly what he was going to do the next morning. You had started crying into his tshirt, loud, heart-breaking, shaky sobs breaking out of you. “I’m sorry, Jungkook… I’m so, so sorry.”

Jungkook didn’t know what you were apologizing for. He just knew you needed to let out your sadness after all these years of abuse, and he ran his fingers through your hair gently as he cooed, “it’s okay. Everything is okay now, Y/N. My precious girl.”

And you stayed like that until you had calmed down, until your chest hurt just a little less. You’d always known that Jungkook’s embrace and touches could soothe you somehow. And after all the years of terror that your ex had brought you, all the years of yearning for Jungkook, you finally stopped feeling guilty for giving yourself to him.

#drabble game #afangirldaydreams #jungkook angst #jjk angst #bts angst #jjk #jungkook

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ao3feed-daredevil · 5 years ago

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her soundtrack was her own typing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pZfM53

by afangirldaydreams

A short Karen Page character study.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Punisher (TV 2017), Daredevil (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Karen Page

Relationships: Frank Castle/Karen Page

Additional Tags: Character Study, Workaholic, Drabble, Pining

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pZfM53

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daredevil #daredevil netflix #marvel's daredevil #daredevil tv

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papa-evershed · 5 years ago

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@afangirldaydreams I was trying to answer your message but I’m not sure if Tumblr just ate my reply or what happened. OMFG. But thank you!

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hoebii · 4 years ago

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Love, Fluff

I didn’t really plan on doing this but then my baby Ara and some of my other precious moots did this and I felt soft so like,,, here we are huhu~ I’m not the best with words so these aren’t enough to properly express how much I truly cherish them but <3

To : @heejinnien

Ara, thank you for existing baby, you make my day a little brighter every time we talk, you’re such a talented, smart and beautiful girl. I’m glad you befriended me. Even though we haven’t known each other for long you’ve become so precious to me. I used to fight you cause you called me boomer but I’m glad and proud to be your favourite boomer~ I love you lots and know I’m always a text away if you ever need me <3

To : @kassrole

Kas, KAS KAS KAS I love you i love you i love you! I started calling you mom as a joke but you’ve become a safe place for me at this point. Thank you for always being there for me and checking up on me and making sure I’m okay. I genuinely look up to you, I’m so glad we got to know each other I don't know what I’d do without you to talk to tbh. I’m so thankful for having you in my life and I love you lots mom <3

To : @jinings

4’11. I was actually intimidated by you when we first met dgjkbh You had this ~vibe~ and I just wanted to befriend you but I was too scared to even reply to you in the gc much less dm you haha. Look where we are now though! You’re my precious 4’11 who’s so supportive and loving and literally everything nice. Thank you for always being there for me too, talking to you or just spamming you with pictures and gifs of the boys is so much fun you’re reactions have to be the best lmao. Thank you for existing Yoongi/Jimin lmao I love you so much you’re like the sunshine <3

To : @taegularities

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! You were literally my first ever tumblr friend and I’m so glad it was you! You’re an amazing writer and a friend. It was so much fun doing the collab with you, all your little reactions are priceless and you never fail to make me laugh. Still salty you chose Dludd smh but what can you do right? Haha N E Ways I’m glad you’re one of the people I get the fortune of calling my friend, you’re so understanding and you’re fun too! Who says old people can’t be fun smh (no one did don’t @ me) I love you so much <3

To : @xiaokoo

Heyyyy it me. You’re annoying wife who’s job is to clown you huhu~ Look I’m gonna be honest okay? I was afraid to talk to you at first too. I saw you in the server and you seemed so cool and your writing is so good too and i just wanted to make you my best friend but you seemed so,,, stoic and stuff like this serious and quiet person who I didn’t wanna annoy. I’m so glad I got over that fear and we actually get to be friends now!! I love waking up and sending you cute texts so I can see you be soft (even though you claim you’re not soft but you’re the softest bun) and you too are so precious! You have my heart ugh I love you lots bb thank you for befriending me <3 please stop playing with my feelings and telling others you love them more than me I’m fragile

To : @moccahobi

Lil, Lillia, Baby Lil. I love you so much! You’re so smart and I love when you talk about the things you like! Its so fun to see you act the way you do~ You’re so welcoming and comforting! You’re an amazing bun who I love and cherish so much bb. I hope we keep being friends for a long time, you’re so precious and cute and amazing and extraordinary and talented and badass!!! I cherish you <3 Still low-key scared of texting you in case I disturb you but its okay I love you lots my badass baby

To : @afangirldaydreams

Duda pls adopt me jkfhgcv jk jk (no pls do it) Thank you for existing! I love talking to you~ You’re fics are *chefs kiss* and I love them so much its unREAL. You’re also so beautiful and confident and smart!! I hope I can be as cool as you someday ;-; I love you so much Duda <3

To : @tae-cup

MARRIA MARRIA sup :3 You’re the second baby of our group and you’re so precious too. Even though you can be a brat just like your wife smh I swear when you and Ara gang up the chaos is astronomical. I haven’t known you for long but you’re an amazing little bun who too is so smart and PRETTY!!! I love you <3

To : @mimikookie

First things first. Ahem. SPIDEY JJK IS PRECIOUS AND I’M SO GLAD I GOT TO BE YOUR BETA FOR IT RJKDGHXV. N e ways I think our first interaction was cause I offered to beta for you and IM SO GLAD I DID! YOU MA’AM ARE AN AMAZING WRITER AND A FLUFFY BEAN. You’re so funny and nice, its really easy to just talk to you and clown you and with you, I’m so glad we’re friends :DDD Thank you for existing Lily, you genuinely are such a precious and nice girl I’m glad to have met you. I love you bub <3

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There so many more people who are so amazing and cool and I hope I can be their friends too gnbcvgh

#happy valentines day #fluff's letters #love you all so much #thank you for everything

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Trustfall Part 2 - August Walker/Reader - Mission: Impossible Fallout fanfic

Image: Stock image of multiple locks on a door beside an image of Henry Cavill with scruff and mustache and a curly lock of hair falling over his forehead. The Henry pic came up in a Google image search, but I think it should be credited to: @kinghenryviii-i-am

A/N: You’ll notice from some details (references to dollars, stores, elementary school) that this fic is set in the U.S., not in London. I felt it would be more authentic for me to write within my own frame of reference rather than try to manhandle English colloquialisms and such. You can think of it as AU. Or, I can just admit that I’m a bit lazy. Either way I really hope it doesn’t take you out of the plot.

P.S. I’ve never had a plan in my entire life. Somehow, this is the Home Depot episode of Trustfall. Enjoy!

Part One

***

You make up the guest room because that’s what you do when you have a guest. Never mind that the guest is a (former?) terrorist...a double agent and a traitor. Never mind that you don’t strictly want him here and he’s less of a guest and more of a...passive captor. Never mind all that. Making the bed with fresh sheets and putting out clean towels is what you do when you have...a guest.

“So...,” you gesture to the open doorway. The same doorway where you stood frozen, three weeks ago, while he pointed a gun at you. The memory rises like an unwanted specter before your eyes and you need to take a steadying breath before you can go on. “This will be your room. Th-there’s a bathroom attached. The linen closet is just across from you if you need more towels or blankets. I had an extra toothbrush so I put that on the sink for you….a-and the kitchen is downstairs just across from the living room if you g-get hungry…”

You’re rambling and this really is absurd. The bastard may be paying you but there is no reason you have to be nice to him. It’s like your brain is short-circuiting. You hate him for what he did to you and for making you feel scared in your own home. But you’ve never had it in you to seek out conflict when you find it so much simpler to take the high road and be able to live with yourself as a “nice person.” It’s a dysfunction. You should probably see a therapist about it. Or hit him. Maybe you should hit him.

In an effort to assert yourself you add, “And keep out of my room. And my office downstairs. I’m not agreeing to you having access to every inch of my personal space.”

The effort is somewhat diminished when you spy the unreadable, hard expression on his face and tack on a “please” to the end of your demand. Damn it.

“Of course,” Walker smiles and how can it be allowed for him to look so boyish and charming? He’s a criminal! “This is still your home, Y/N.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It sure doesn’t feel that way.

***

It’s amazing how quickly you can become accustomed to the most bizarre changes. Before you know it a week has passed. Walker...August...keeps to himself in his room. He’s gone out a few times, always at odd hours. Sometimes he’s not back yet when you wake up in the morning. But for the most part he’s just...there. All the time.

You’ve spent every night since he came here laying in bed with your hands fisted in the blankets and your eyes locked on your door. His room is just on the other side of your bedroom wall and you can sometimes hear the muffled noises of him moving around at night. So far he’s respected your request that he not invade your space more than necessary but that can’t last, can it? You find yourself mentally reliving those terrible moments. The cold apathy in his eyes as he stood over you. The false concern in his words before he pulled the trigger. Why would he say he was sorry? If he was sorry...if he’d cared he wouldn’t have done what he did.

In the mornings, you feel tired, wrung out. This can’t go on. You’re due back at work on Monday and you can’t teach a class of second graders on no sleep. Friday afternoon you drive to the hardware store and purchase a sliding lock kit for your bedroom door. August is in the kitchen when you get home. He watches you set your bag on the kitchen table and remove the contents.

You look up at him feeling absurdly guilty. You force yourself to square your jaw and look him in the eyes, “It’s for my bedroom...I can’t...I can’t sleep at night.”

August’s eyes flash with emotion before he carefully schools his features. He’s been trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible. For all he manipulated you into this situation he isn’t a sadist--he doesn’t want you to feel afraid. He just doesn’t know what he can possibly do to reassure you.

He nods sensibly and comes over to inspect your purchase. It’s a simple sliding lock like the kind you’d see on a public restroom stall. He picks up the package turning it over in his hands. He’s standing right next to you, looming, and you’re aware again of his massive presence. You can feel the heat of his body and you can smell the scent of him. He smells like fresh soap and gun oil. You’re suddenly aware that he’s wearing casual clothes, a t-shirt and jeans and thick, white socks. The outfit makes him seem so normal, so human. Without your permission you feel your body sway toward him like a mosquito flying toward an electrified lamp. Why are you attracted to something that can hurt you?

“Smart,” he remarks, setting down the package, “but this type of lock won’t do much to keep out someone who’s determined.”

“What?” you ask sharply with a look of suspicion. Surely he must realize the lock is meant to keep out *him.* From the apologetic look he flashes you, you can tell that he does know. So why is he telling you this?

“Why don’t we head back to the store and find something more heavy duty?” he suggests.

***

Walking through Home Depot with August Walker at your side pushing a big, orange shopping cart is surreal. There’s no way you can forget who you’re with either because he draws attention. He’s tall, muscled and striking; people’s eyes are drawn to him like magnets. You wonder how he ever got by working under cover.

He swings down aisle after aisle with a purposeful stride that leaves you nearly tripping over your crutches to keep up. When you reach the aisle with locks, doorknobs and other odds and ends he selects a heavy metal deadbolt from the wall display and tosses it into the cart.

He turns to you, looking doubtful, “Do you have a power drill at home?”

“Err...no,” you reply sheepishly.

He moves on: screws, drill, drill bits, a hole saw. Then he’s leading you to the back of the store and down an aisle lined with different style doors. You hook your hand into the crook of his elbow to slow him down.

“August!” you exclaim, practically out of breath trying to keep up with him. “I don’t need a new door.”

“Yes, you do,” he says simply and turns back to display. He selects a heavy steel door that looks more suitable for a jail cell than your bedroom.

“That’s hideous!” you snort, forgetting your anxiety and nerves.

August huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “It’s secure.”

When the cashier rings everything up the total comes to over six hundred dollars. You widen your eyes and reach into your pocketbook with trepidation. You just don’t have that kind of extra money. August pulls out his wallet and hands over a stack of hundreds without batting an eye. You stare at him in shock and he just shakes his head as if it’s nothing. You are going to have a talk about household expenses.

***

You watch him hang the new door, greasing the hinges and testing the swing of it opening and closing. You’re perched on the end of your bed and he’s standing in the doorway wearing a tool belt and changing out the bit in his drill to start making the hole for the deadbolt. You let yourself enjoy this bizarre, peaceful moment. Watching him do home repair is so...oddly calming. August could be your handyman or...your husband.

But...he’s not, you remind yourself. No, this man is the reason you need a steel door installed in your bedroom in the first place. The reason you can’t sleep at night, the reason you have nightmares that cause you to wake up with tears in your eyes and a sob in your throat. You can’t--you cannot forget that.

August finishes up installing the lock and the doorknobs. He takes his time tightening the final screws and checking that the lock slides effortlessly into position. As he fiddles with these adjustments he watches you from the corner of his eyes. You’re seated on the bed with your good leg tucked underneath you, chin resting on your palm and paying attention to everything he’s doing. Your posture is looser than he’s seen it since his arrival and he feels a rush of warmth in his chest that he can’t identify.

All he knows is he hates seeing the flash of fear in your eyes every time he catches you unaware. He hates seeing how tired you are in the mornings. And he really, really hates the muffled sounds of sobs that come from your bedroom late at night. He wants you to feel safe again. He knows he robbed you of that feeling. When he came here a week ago it was with the calculating intention of taking advantage of the damage he’d done and forcing you into a position of being at his mercy. But since he’s been living with you and witnessing the consequences of everything he’s done all he feels is an unfamiliar guilt eating away at his stomach and making him feel like worse than vermin.

He swings the door closed and twists the lock into place with a satisfying click. He turns to you with a smile and a feeling of accomplishment that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“There,” he says, twisting the lock again and opening the door so that you don’t feel trapped with him in your bedroom. “Now you’re safe.”

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