.god i am so so so so so sorry this took absolutely forever to do

heathers songs summarized with hamilton lyrics.

beautiful - the problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

candy store - ahh, so you’ve discussed me. I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me

freeze your brain - and if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died

big fun - they’ll tell the story of tonight. let’s have another round tonight

dead girl walking - I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…

me inside of me - who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

blue - then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!”

our love is god - I’m sure I don’t know what you mean you forget yourself. You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.

prom or hell? - Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this

my dead gay son - look at my son. pride is not the word I’m looking for; there is so much more inside me now

seventeen - when you’re gone, I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had

shine a light - stay alive ‘til this horror show is past

lifeboat - I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?

shine a light (reprise) - you’re absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth that would’ve shut him up

kindergarten boyfriend - with only memories of when you were mine.

yo girl - do you know how hard it is to lead? you’re on your own

meant to be yours - I used to hear him say that someday I would blow us all away

dead girl walking (reprise) - this is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
way I can protect my legacy

i am damaged - dying is easy, young man. living is harder

seventeen (reprise) - look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now

Long Distance (Chapter Six)

Oh my god you guys, the fluff in this chapter is ridiculous. I mean honestly, we’ve basically lost any semblance of a plot and the three of them spend all their time texting and video-ing and it’s so fluffy oh my god.

Can’t wait to hear what you guys think lol

All the AMAZING ART for this chapter provided by my darling @latelierderiot​. I love her and you guys should too. Click on the links in the fic to see the pics, otherwise visit her page!!!!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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{Group Chat}

From Bucky– Tony honey sorry I missed our video call this morning, had to be up early to help get the team on the road

From Tony– they don’t take you with them on the road? But who keeps the boys from eating cheeseburgers and getting fat instead of working out

From Steve– sweetheart, bucky is usually the one bringing the cheeseburgers. That’s why they don’t take him on trips anymore

From Bucky– I resent that. Anyway, babe just wanted to check in, I know you have a busy day today.

From Tony– not too busy to text you guys, no worries

From Bucky– that’s great. I was going to text you all day whether you were busy or not

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From Tony– stuck in the office all day. Tried that new mocha mint drink from the coffee shop down the street and spilt it down the front of myself. Don’t have any extra clothes, so I get to sit in my office all day until everyone leaves.

From Steve– honey that’s awful! Can’t Pepper bring you a shirt?

From Bucky– I can’t stop laughing

From Tony– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– bucky you’re an ass

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From Steve– spending the day grading, no classes so I’ve got to get caught up

From Tony– that sucks, artist man. You definitely need to find something better to do with your time.

From Steve– why don’t you send me a picture Tony, maybe that will give me something better to do

From Tony– oh my professor. Should I wear my glasses and tie?

From Steve– oh honey, yes please

From Bucky– hey guys maybe take it off group chat if you’re going to start talking gross

From Tony– you don’t want a picture of me in a school uniform Bucky? My feelings are hurt.

From Bucky– does the school uniform include a plaid miniskirt? Cuz I’m on board for that

From Steve– Bucky! Omg Tony ignore him.

From Tony– I am completely scandalized right now. Scandalized and horrified. Who are these boys I’m texting? Deviants.

From Steve–…. On second thought, I don’t hate the skirt idea

From Bucky– hell yeah!

From Tony– wtf you two
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It’s You ~ George Weasley imagine

Originally posted by fantasyimagine

-Scenario-
Hey I’m so happy you’re sticking with the blog:) could I have a George weasley imagine where you are waiting for him at the borrow with mrs Weasley while everyone from the order is out moving Harry? Xx

-Warnings-
George’s ear injury and mentions of blood

~It’s You~

“(Y/N), dear, please stop pacing,” Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.

You immediately stopped in your tracks. You didn’t even notice you were pacing.

“Sorry, Mrs. Weasley.” You walked over to the couch and sat down, wringing your hands worriedly.

The Order was bringing Harry to the burrow where he’d be safe from Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. So far, only Harry and Hagrid had come back.

Mrs. Weasley took a seat next to you and placed a hand over yours, giving you a sympathetic look. “I know you’re worried, dear. I am too,” she consoled.

“I just… I hope everyone’s all right,” you sighed, turning to face her. She softly placed a hand on your cheek, giving you a compassionate smile.

“All we can do is wait and-”

“Here! Quick! In the house!” shouted a sudden voice.

You and Molly both stood up and faced the entrance of the burrow.

Remus and Harry stumbled in carrying George, who was bleeding on the side of his head. They laid him down on the couch.

“Oh, my boy.” Mrs. Weasley quickly ran to his side. You immediately trailed behind.

“Georgie? God, you better not be dead,” you said, your voice starting to quiver.

“Or what, (Y/N)? You’ll kill me?” George chuckled weakly. You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his hair back.

You and George go way back. You had met him and Fred on the Hogwarts train, and ever since then, you all became inseparable. Even though you were close with Fred, you and George had something you didn’t have with anyone else.

That, and you had been harboring a crush on him for years. But, you’d never tell him that, of course.

Suddenly, Fred ran in. He kneeled down next to you in front of George. He sighed in relief to see his chest slowly rising and falling.

“How’re you feelin’, Georgie?” Fred asked, looking worriedly at his twin.

“…Saint-like,” he answered softly.

Fred furrowed his eyebrows. “Come again?”

“Saint-like… I’m hole-y, Fred. Get it?” He pointed to his bloody ear.

Fred shook his head with a smile. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m hole-y.’ That’s pathetic,” he grinned.

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George retaliated, getting another giggle from you.

He looked over at you and gave you a small wink, causing your cheeks to heat up.

~*~

You, George, and Mrs. Weasley were all sat at the dining table. George was getting his ear bandaged by Mrs. Weasley.

“All done, love.” Mrs. Weasley put everything back into the first aid kit.

“Thank you, mum,” George said. She placed a kiss on his cheek and left the dining room.

“How do you feel, George?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I thought we established this; I feel saint-like,”

“I mean, how does your ear feel, you arse,” you grinned, playfully smacking his shoulder.

He let out a laugh. “Okay, well, now my ear hurts AND my shoulder hurts, so thanks for that,” he teased.

“Shut it, Georgie,” you giggled. He smirked.

George stood up and stretched. “I think I might go outside. Care to join me?” He held out his arm. You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Sure,” you answered, taking his arm.

The two of you walked outside and laid down in the grass, looking up at the stars. You both started talking about random things at first, but then, the conversation got deeper and deeper.

“I was really scared, Georgie…”

“So was I. The shot was really close,” he raised a hand to his ear.

“I-I don’t know what I’d do if you died,” you breathed.

“I do; you’d be absolutely lost without me,” he teased.

“Don’t get cocky, Weasley,” you turned your head to face him.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know you love me,”

Heat ran up your cheeks again, and you turned your head to the stars again. “Yeah…”

Silence began to fall between the two of you. George propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you.

“(Y/N)?”

“George?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right? After Fred, of course, but that’s a different, brother kind of best friend-” he began to ramble.

“Yes, Georgie, I know. What’s up?” You asked, gazing up at him.

“I-I can tell you anything, right?”

“… Of course,”

“Okay… Well… There’s this girl…” he started. You felt your heart sink.

“A girl, huh?” You responded sadly, sitting up so that you were at the same level as George.

“Yeah. I’ve known her for a really long time and Ive had really strong feelings for her for a while and I…”

George turned to face you. He gazed into your eyes, and you did the same. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips before gazing at you again.

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).”

And with that, George cupped your face and slammed his lips into yours. Your eyes became wide for a moment, but you melted into the kiss.

His hands moved from your face to your waist, placing them on your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer. The kiss was deep and intense. You opened your mouth to catch your breath, which allowed George to slowly slip his tongue in, causing you to melt once more.

This snogging session lasted for what seemed like forever. The kiss finally broke when you had tried to run your fingers through George’s hair and accidentally pressed against his injured ear, causing him to wince.

“Sorry, Georgie,” you giggled.

“Don’t worry about it, love… Wow…” he breathed, gazing into your eyes once more.

“What?” you blushed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers in yours.

“Wait, so I’m the girl you’ve had strong feelings for?!” You said sarcastically.

“Absolutely not,” he joked back. He pulled you back in for another kiss. This time, much softer and sweeter.


~THE END~
Thank you for requesting!

Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

Word Count: 1,850

Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

Originally posted by dailytomholland

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.

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Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.

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“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.

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Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

Olicity Fic Rec (Part 1)

Hey everybody! I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while, but I haven’t been able to find the time to do it. Luckily now that school and finals are over, I finally can! I kinda tried to organize this fic rec by categories and stuff and I got really carried away lol, but I hope you enjoy!

SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS (Not necessarily recent fics, just fics I LOVE (not all of my favorites bc we’d be here for days), and for the recent fics that are also my favorites, I put them in the recent section):

MULTI-CHAPTER:

Sportsmanlike Conduct by @mogirl97: Overall one of my favorite sports AU’s! It has both fluff and angst, and I literally couldn’t stop reading it! I originally read it when it first came out, and each update made me so happy! Not to mention, hockey is literally my favorite sport (and I may or may not be a Flyers super fan) so this fic was especially fun to read! It all begins in college, when Felicity meets Oliver Queen, a handsome and talented hockey player! They hit it off immediately, and their relationship is so good, but of course, things get in the way! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! Such an amazing fic!!

Times Like These by @anthfan: I REREAD THIS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING (i literally just re-read it and finished it before I started making this post)! If you have free time, go read this fic, and if you don’t have free time, drop what you’re doing, make time, and go read this fic! This fic is so good, and all of Oliver and Felicity’s interactions are so well done. I actually only came across this story a few months ago, and I am so mad I didn’t find it sooner, but now that I have read it, I can’t stop reading it over and over! It begins with Felicity’s stalker and cousin, Nate, coming back into her life, and of course, Oliver and Dig doing everything they can to protect her. SO GOOD. SO SO SO SO GOOD. I’m not gonna lie, this fic made me cry, and I rarely ever cry, so that should tell you how AMAZING this fic is!

The Firebird by @supersillyanddorky06: Am I gonna rec every single one of Matty’s fics? Yes. And the Firebird is NO EXCEPTION! This fic was recently finished (ending was super amazing) and if you’re looking for an amazing, riveting fic to read, go READ IT RIGHT NOW! I literally would not put this fic down when I first read it, and everytime I go back and re-read it, I read it from start to finish because its SO GOOD(lol the amount of HW i’ve been able to complete has gone way down since I started reading matty’s fics). This fic is an Al-Sahim story, but has Oliver in Felicity’s house every night, not saying a word, and watching Tv with her, after Felicity finds Oliver about to kill someone one night. Basically, Oliver starts seeking Felicity after that night, and you’ll have to see what happens! Honestly tho, I don’t know how to describe this fic (it’s too amazing to put into words), so just go READ IT!

Forever is Composed of Nows by @dust2dust34 and @so-caffeinated: I’m pretty sure everyone has read this fic, but that’s because it’s only the best thing to ever exist! I read this fic a while ago, but lost it, and when I found it again, not only was it completed, but there was a SEQUEL and I SCREAMED OUT LOUD BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY! Such a good fic, and as a person who doesn’t even like children, I fell in love with Ellie Queen (believe me that is saying a lot, like i hate kids, but this story made me absolutely love Ellie) ! This fic has so much amazing fluff, and good angst, and just a wonderful wonderful plot. I love having the Queen fam in it, and every single chapter is just so good. It begins with Ellie Queen, Oliver and Felicity’s daughter, being brought into the past to escape Zoom, when Felicity and Oliver are not together, and haven’t even accepted their feelings for each other. SO GOOD. Such a great idea for a fic, that was made into a beautiful story, and I love it so much!

With our Backs to the Wall (Darkness will Fall) by @theirhappystory: ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES LIKE I CAN’T EXPLAIN GUYS ITS SO SO GOOD!! I am the biggest sucker for Army AU’s and age differences and this fic touches upon both of those and does it so well. Every single moment in this fic I absolutely love, and I really can’t put into words how good it is. You have to read it. You just have to. It starts with Oliver returning from war, coming back to a home with Felicity, who is looking much different and more mature then when he lost saw her. Oliver struggles with keeping his feelings and thoughts in check, and it is GLORIOUS! GO READ IT! I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH!

Or Forever Hold Your Peace by @katanabaabe: Such an incredibly angsty and beautiful fic, that you won’t be able to put down! I came across this fic a long time ago, and I am still just as obsessed with it now as I was then. I loved how this story was done, and I loved the way that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship plays out. I LOVE ANGST, and this fic had such well done angst it was impossible to put down. It begins with Oliver comforting Felicity after she is very upset over what happened with her fiancé, Ray Palmer, and things escalate. Such a good fic!

Where There’s Smoak There’s Fire by FelOllie @littlered-sourwolf: THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING FIC! I have re read this story countless times, and I think it gets better each time. I love, love, love, the way Felicity and Oliver’s friendship plays out, with tons of sexual tension and teasing, and the angst (oh my god the angst is so good guys) all just is written together so beautifully you have to go read it! It begins with Oliver and Felicity, five years after the count took her, being the best of friends. I don’t want to spoil too much, but all I can say is READ IT because you will not regret it! Amazing amazing story!

OKAY I PUT THINGS AFTER THE CUT BECAUSE AT THIS POINT IT WAS GETTING REALLY LONG:

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Tailor In Love

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Requested?: Nope! This was supposed to be for the hamwriters writeathon actually BUT I did not finish it on time! Better late than never????

Prompt: Solo adventures can bring some incredible things (and people) into your life.

Words: 1.2k+

A/N: I finally remembered to fucking post this, jesus christ. Well yeah, HERE YOU GO! #WriteForOak (I love Oak)

Originally posted by possiblestalker


Being in a new town meant endless opportunities for adventure. So, of course once you throw down your bags in your hotel room, you head out into the heart of the city and search for some fun. You passed the essentials; Forever 21, Nike, Adidas and a few drugstores but nothing called out to you yet. You decided to cut through a park, watching the kids play and the adults chat with each other. The leaves crunched under your feet as you made you way down the path, a beautiful shade of orange covering the grass around you. The slight chill of Autumn was a relief from the blistering Summer days.

For some reason, you decided to take this trip on your own; wanting to embrace the world for what it was and do some soul searching. You exited the park onto another street, surveying your surroundings and noticing the most elegant red satin dress on display in a window. You slowly approached the store front, imagining yourself slipping the dress on for a night out and feeling like you owned the world. You looked up to see the store’s name.

“Hercules’ Tailor Shop.” You read before looking back at the dress.

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“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years… 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now (refer to that post if you wanna know more), and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-…Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

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What's a Boy Want?

Oh hey! It’s the sequel for ‘What’s Your Kink?’ Can you believe it?! Find the first under the tag : “what???”

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: uh!!!! I don’t think anything! Some mentions of dubious consent to certain activities, mentions of drugs, a little self hate I guess? Mostly dan doubting that phil actually likes him, phil beats himself up a little, also cursing and a mention or two of blood, I think that’s it, but tell me if anything else!

Tags: phil is oblivious, so is dan, cumplay, mentions of being tied up and used lmao, rimming, fingering, sex obviously, the neighbors prob hear them I love exhibition, dan ditches phil, it’s their anniversary but rly it’s only been 2 months, Dan’s a cumwhore, degradation but also praise??

| WHAT’S A BOY WANT? |

It’s been exactly two months since Phil and I started dating; and we haven’t had anything but vanilla sex since that first night. I don’t know what got into Phil’s head but it’s like he doesn’t want to do anything other than vanilla now that we’re dating and I don’t know what to do.

I’m ripped out of my slightly panicked thoughts by Phil’s warm breath against my ear, “Hmm. You ready, baby?” I nod, melting into his touch almost immediately, I’m falling into headspace at the simplest things lately, in my defense, Phil has a terrible habit of playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.

I press my back into his front, a little whine coming from my lips, for just a moment before he’s gone. “Hmm. Let’s get going then.” I shake my head to clear my thoughts a bit and follow Phil out of my apartment.


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#47 The Interior Designer (Harry Styles)

Word Count: 2560

Summary: A girl with a cheating boyfriend and a new client. 

“And, you know I don’t know why she was so mean, I did everything on that list. It’s just me she picks on every time. Riley, she didn’t even finish-” I was cut between my upset rant, with my tears falling down my eyes.

“Look, Victoria, do we have to this right now?” He looked at me like I had spilt coffee over all his papers.

“What? My crying?” I asked, feeling so upset with what happened at work today.

“Yeah, this complaining! Why don’t you go and talk to Noah or something?” He said, going back to his computer.  

“Noah, is not my boyfriend you are, and I want to talk to you-” I said, wiping my tears.

“Victoria!” He yelled. “I have four people on call waiting to talk to me once I finish this document. I swear I have better things to do that hear you crib here. Please go do some work and leave me alone!”

I flinched as he yelled at me, and looked away from his face. Looking everywhere but him, embarrassed and slowly going numb, I picked up the coffee mugs in front of me and walked to the kitchen. “No wonder she gets shit at work,” I heard him mutter. I frowned at his words, filling water in the cups, feeling this was not needed.

“You know, I told you to leave him! He ticks all the ‘don’t touch this human” signs on my list!” Brittany explained sucking on her straw.

“Don’t touch this human?” I asked.

“Yeah! He has no time. He wakes up and looks at his phone. His phone is always ringing. He doesn’t listen to you, talk to you, be with you. He knows the important dates of his clients than you! These are all signs of running Victoria!”

“I don’t know what to do! He wasn’t always like this! And I have been with him forever. Like forever Brit, how can I just leave him?” I explained. “It’s his job, you know. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! And you were talking about dates? I was reading online that couples who live together don’t really have to go on dates to keep their relationship alive!”

“Does he? Does he live with you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Brittany…” my phone pinged. “Oh look,” I said reading the message, “He wants to take me out tonight!” She gulped her drink and came close to read the message.

“No, he is ordering you.” She said. “There is no ‘will you?’ ‘would you” or even –”

“But, it is something. It is an effort. I knew something good will happen,” I smiled to myself, and she smiled.

I dressed in a really nice black dress that accentuated my curves. Looking in the mirror, I smiled to myself. It was a long time since we went out and I wanted to make myself look the best for him. “Are you ready, Victoria?” I heard his voice call out from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, making sure to make him see my legs, but his eyes stayed glued to his phone. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look at me even once, but I still tried to keep my hopes up. A dinner date was a good attempt and, I was going to give him that. “Sit in the car.”

I saw a bouquet in the back seat and frowned. If it was for me, shouldn’t he give it? I didn’t say anything as he started driving. He switched off the music in a minute of it playing, talking loudly to his clients on his Bluetooth. I sighed and looked outside. We pulled into a huge mansion, and I knew this was not a dinner date. “You bought me to a party?” I looked at him in shock and disappointment.

“Take the bouquet out,” He ordered still typing away on his phone, “and Vic, please. On your best behaviour today? This is an important party for me,” Best behaviour? What did he mean by that? When was I not on my best behaviour? I handed him the bouquet, and he kept the phone away, before fixing it and walking away leaving me behind to follow him.

Kisses, hi’s and hello’s took place as soon as we walked in. A lot of how have you been, I hope you’re well, come enjoy as people danced on the floor to soft music, and then, held glasses of wine or champagne talking to each other in small groups. I saw as different women came and kissed his cheek and he kissed their cheek back, asking them about their work. Did he know about mine? He introduced me once, and then left me to talk to more people. Feeling abandoned like a little child and trying not to pout, I walked towards the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Whisky please, a little water and ice, thank you.”

I sat there was a long time, sipping my glass with my back straight, phone on the side for it wasn’t very proper, trying to locate where my boyfriend was and failing. Sighing, I asked for another drink.

“Long night?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I looked up. I knew who he was. He was everywhere these days. His album has just released.

“It’s getting longer than how I expected it to be,” I said, taking another sip.

“Oh same, I came here with my manager and he is well managing. It’s not a lot of fun when you just have to show your face from faraway,” He said and I chuckled. “Are these parties always this boring with slow music and pretentious conversations?”

“Yes, always,” I said. He smiled and sat down next to me. “So, who are you here with?” he asked.

“That guy,” I said finally finding him.

“Mr Douchebag?” He said, and I frowned. “I didn’t see you as the type?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I said.

“No, I mean. Why are you here with him?” He asked again.

“I am his girlfriend,” I said, trying not to take offence.

“What? Since when?” He laughed.

“Since 5 years, what do you mean by all this?” I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Woah. My god. I am sorry, I am Harry,” he said, pushing his hand forward.

“Victoria,” I said, shaking his hand. “Why did you call him a douche bag?”

“Umm, that is a story for another day. What do you do Victoria?” He said, trying to change the topic.

“How do you know him?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

“Umm, he has been to many of my parties,” he said. “Your drink is over, let’s get you another?” He asked the bartender to make my drink.

“He has?” I hadn’t heard of any of these parties. I had heard nothing. I thought he only worked all the time…like me.

“Yeah, known him for quite some time.Anyway, you didn’t answer my question…Victoria? Victoria?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I’m an interior designer,” I told him.

“Oh, that’s nice! That’s great. I have awful taste in furniture though, I have never designed any of my houses. I sold my old one because it felt to impersonal and shifted again, and I am literally now living in an almost empty house cause I don’t know how to just make it personal, you know?” He explained.

“Yeah, but you need to get a designer and then spend time with them, so they know how you are and then, be absolutely involved in the process of buying and installing and designing to get that personal touch and favor,” I told him since, I faced cases like these on a daily basis.
I’m going to quit my firm though, start my own designing,” I said, thinking loudly now.

“Oh then, can I be your first customer?” He asked.

“You’re very nice,” I smiled.

“No really, I am serious. Please don’t let me search for people. I hate it. Please design my house?” He looked like he really meant it.

“Okay, so here, give me your phone?” I took it, “I’m putting my number in with my name and designation. Contact me when you are absolutely sober, and we’ll talk?”

“Splendid.”  

Harry and I just talked for the evening, until it was time to leave. “I’ll call you, designer.” I looked back and smiled at this goofy look on his face. The ride back home was suffocating. I was suffocating. I knew I had to break up, but we had been together forever. And, relationships aren’t made in a day. You have to work on them and keep working on them.

He left in two days for a business trip. In these two days, we had said four sentences to each other. Harry and I, on the other hand, had met two times and he kept chatting with me for some reason. I didn’t mind it. I needed a friend. This week was quite hectic as I left my job, and signed my new papers for opening my own firm. Everything was ready since I was planning it for a long time, and Brittany threw a small party with my closest friends to celebrate it as well. My boyfriend knew nothing about it. Now, I didn’t even have anything to tell him.

“Just leave him, bro!” Mike said, whining, quite drunk now. “He is like this Airbnb person living in your house.”

“It is our house, you know.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t live in it? Does he buy veggies and those wine glasses and those cheerios? No. He does not. He paid for half the price, and that is it. Kick him out!” He said, imitating the kick with his legs.

“Mikey, calm down, here have some water,” I said, bringing it to his face.

“Brit, Oscar…tell her that I AM RIGHT!” He yelled, and everyone cheered.

I met Harry for lunch, the next day, “So, where do I sign to go into this intense procedure with you?” He asked, taking a long sip on his coffee.

“Here,” I took the page out. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You haven’t seen all my work yet?”

“I have enough. And you designed Nick’s house, and I love it so, yeah…there we go,” He said signing it. “I’m free for the next two months before I get busy again. I’d like to do this! And! And! I am your first client! So, cheers to that!” he giggled, and we almost banged our coffee cups.

The long designing procedure started the next day. It was my first project with my company name, and it was a huge one. I wanted to give my best to it. I spent time in his house, working on each floor and then talking to him. I wanted to know him properly, his tastes, his dislikes to be able to come on a nice theme for his house. I could see Harry enjoyed it. I like to know that he enjoyed everything that was new to him. My boyfriend wasn’t back yet, and the only conversation I had with him was a guy who came from his office to collect a few files. It had been three weeks now, and I was almost done with the theme. We had set a budget, even though Harry was pretty lenient with it and we went looking for things on the list.

“I like this,” He said looking at a ceiling attached sofa chair. “I’d like to put to in the balcony,” he said.

“Near the trees, the opposite side, first floor? I guess, it’ll look nice there and a perfect spot to sit as well because of the sunlight?” I asked.

“Yes, perfect!” He nodded.

We looked around more, picking up a lot of things that we liked. He wanted to go room by room so, he could individually pay attention to it so, it took a longer process, but I didn’t mind it. I was absolutely enjoying my work with no politics being played like my previous workplace. I was at his house, setting up the master bedroom when my phone rang. It was Oscar, but he cut the call. He then sent a picture. It was my boyfriend…I sat down. He was on the beach with a girl, lying on the sand with him. I read his message.

Was here off work after a meeting. Saw him and wanted to go say hi, until I saw her. I’m sorry Ria. I had a chat with the girl as well, just to confirm when he left for a while. They have been seeing each other for quite some time. Five months…I’m sorry.

My legs failing to hold my weight, had me sitting on the bed, just looking at the pictures. “Hey, do you want to have lunch from this nice Italian place, I know?” Harry walked in. “What happened?” He asked, as my tears just fell. Five years for this guy. Two years before that and this is what it led to. Harry sat on his knees in front of me and took my phone from my hands. “I’m sorry Victoria…”

“Why did you call him a douchebag?” I asked.

“What? Umm…Victoria…it doesn’t matter now.”

“Just tell me, Harry!”

He closed his eyes, “He had a reputation. And, I saw it at work. He came to each of my parties with a different woman, and then Jeff knows him. He told me how he went on these holidays and Jeff once went with him –”

“You knew?” I stood up, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You knew he was cheating on me?” He nodded, still on his knees. “And you didn’t tell me! In these three weeks, when I told you how sad my relationship was making me, you didn’t say anything?”

“Vic, I –”

“Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”

“Ria, I didn’t know what to say! I saw you at the party, and you were so beautiful. And your eyes were so innocent and full of love, and when you told me that it was for five years, I didn’t want to see your heart crushed.”

“It had been crushing for years, Harry! I thought you were my friend! I treated you like my friend! A friend tells!”

“I didn’t know what to say, Ria!”

“Say that Victoria, Wake up! He is cheating on you! He came to my parties with different women every time!” I yelled.

“Victoria, he is cheating on you. He came to my parties with different women every time,” Harry repeated. I could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I know that now, you – you –” I couldn’t even curse. I knew he was not to blame. But, my world was crushed now. “I have to leave. I am taking a break for a few days. Please don’t contact me.”

“Ria, I’m really sorry.” He said, coming forward and holding my hand, while I just looked at him with defeated eyes.

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Understudy - Jasmine Cephas Jones x Reader

Summary: Based on a request I received, reader is the first female to play Alexander Hamilton, but is an understudy. Lin gets sick, giving Jasmine a great opportunity to make her feelings obvious to the protagonist.  

Warnings: Few swear words, allusion to smut. 

Word Count: 2,315 (I planned this way shorter and it just EXPLODED)

Request: @lawnmowerswig - Okay so I know I just gave you a prompt a little while ago (and it was amazing btw. You’re great man!!) but like Jasmine man.. Where like a girl plays Hamilton for the night and they kiss and it leads to more and ends with like half naked cuddles???

A/N: Okay so I SUCK majorly because I haven’t posted in forever because my writer’s block has been absolutely killing me, but here is me delivering on a request that I got embarrassingly long ago, I am so sorry it took me so long. This helped me push past my lack of inspo, so I’m ready for the Hamwriters Write-A-Thon! 

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The truth is, it was hard being Alexander Hamilton. Actually, to be more specific; it was hard to be the first female playing Alexander Hamilton. The idea itself had been a rock thrown into a pool of still water; plenty of ripples were created. The enthusiastic fanbase that had grown into a cult following of the musical had mixed feelings about this. Some were ecstatic. Others were less impressed.

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On My Way Home

Title: On My Way Home. The Promise. Part 2

Summary: Dean deals with the aftermath of the letter that changed his life.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (very briefly, also mentioned), Jo Harvelle (very briefly), Benny Lafitte, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), John Winchester and Marry Winchester (only mentioned), Bobby Singer (very briefly mentioned), Lexie (OFC), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)

Word count: 6065

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Another letter (way shorter though, I promise). Mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and death of a parent. There are a few more warnings but I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone so look at the tags in the end if you want. :)

Author’s Notes: Wow. So here it is. The second part to “The Promise”. I’m sorry this took me so long, guys, but I fell in love with the first part and I wanted to do this story justice (also, life has been kind of crazy lately). Anyway, I’d really like to thank all of you for the love and support you’ve shown for this fic. It means the world to me and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed working on it.

(Flashback is in italics). Read part one here. 

Originally posted by lucifersagents


“Where are we going?” Y/N breathed out, her hand in Dean’s, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features as they ran together, twigs and branches scratching their skin, trying to slow them down.

The corners of his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk.

It was hard to believe, really, but life had been good to him lately. They were almost ready to graduate, Y/N had gotten accepted into Columbia and, with his dad and Bobby’s help he’d be able to follow her to New York and start working as a mechanic like he’d always wanted.

And, thank God, she was doing better. The days she’d spent laying on a hospital bed, wounded and bruised, were long gone and she was happy and lively once more, had that spark in her eyes that made him fall in love with her all over again.

“You’ll see.” He winked, giving her hand a squeeze for good measure.

“But the other guys, they’re going to-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’re too busy to notice we’re gone.”

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maybe baby

One-Shot, rated G

“So. The only solution to this mess is this spell?” Emma asked, finger still poised above the place it was written down in the book.

Regina inclined her head slightly. “I suppose I could find something different, but I hardly see why. The spell is not overly complicated; you should be perfectly capable of handling it.”

“But you could find something else.”

Frowning, Snow inquired, “Emma, what is this about? Are you worried about your magic? If Regina says you can do it, I'm sure you can.”

Everyone else wore equally puzzled expressions; David, holding Neal and sitting next to Henry in a booth, Zelena, rocking a fussy Robin, and Killian, who as usual seemed to see right through her pretense.

Regina, book still in hand, reread the section about the spell, her eyebrows drawn together. “I agree. The only difficulty is that it has to be cast with light magic. That is why I suggested you do it. My handle on light magic is still… slippery. But you should be fine, Emma.”

Emma wrung her hands nervously, saying, “I’m just not sure this is the best idea…Regina, maybe we should look for something else.”

Her husband, who had been silent for a long time, redirected his gaze from her fidgeting hands to her anxious face. “Love, what is this really about? You’ve been confident in your magical abilities for quite a while now. What about this particular spell is making you so uneasy?”

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So, Guardians of the Galaxy 2 kind of maybe owns my soul a little bit now? Here’s a fanfic filling in some blanks.

Title: Goodnight
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Rating: PG13 maybe? There’s nothing in here worse than in the movie
Summary:

“And Darth Vader… I suppose he can’t stand the idea of a world where people like him and the Emperor live and people like Luke Skywalker die. So he picks up the Emperor and kills him, so that Luke can survive, even though it kills him too. And all these little teddy bear things that live on the moon below the Emperor’s Death Star, I forgot to mention all of that, they have a big party with fireworks and stuff.”

Peter and his family before, during and after the funeral.

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Birth Simulator - Jack Maynard

Requested: Yes

Request: Open

A/N: I loved the request but I changed it up so it wasn’t the reader who was doing it but it was Jack.

Originally posted by jackmaynard-23

Today I was with my boyfriend, Jack, his brother, Conor, and one of his best friends, Joe. Jack and I had been dating for a year now and I was absolutely in love. I was very much friends with all the boys in the Buttercream Squad and they felt like family to me. Joe had asked Jack to do a video with him and Jack happily agreed. So if Joe asked Jack to do a video, that automatically meant that Conor and I would be coming along with him. 

Conor and I were sitting behind the equipment in Joe’s room while Jack and Joe were sitting on the bed. 

“Welcome back to Suggy Surgery!” said Joe, in one of his many funny voices, “So today we are back at it again with the birth simulator! And today we have Jack Maynard.” 

“Hello.” said Jack, waving his hand.

“Are you ready Jack?” asked Joe.

“Yup, Conor even let me borrow his outfit from last time!” Jack pulled out the hospital gown that Conor had used in Joe’s earlier video he did with Conor. All four of us burst out laughing. 

“Did you really keep that Conor?” Joe asked.

“I mean, why wouldn’t I?” said Conor in a funny accent. We all started to laugh again. 

“Okay so we know that Jack probably has some kids out there somewhere.” said Joe.

“Well I’m hoping not in the past year he hasn’t. ” I said. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I don’t.” said Jack.

“Stop interrupting Y/N!” joked Joe. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” I surrendered. 

“Anyway, Jack will be answering a series of questions that I asked you guys on Twitter to send in, that are questions that only women or girls would know. So Jack go get changed into you special outfit.” Jack got up and put on the hospital dress on and sat back down. 

“I think that looks great on you Jack.” said Joe.

“Shut up Joe.” said Jack with a frown on his face. 

“Now I am going to hook Jack up to the labor pain simulator and for every time you get a question wrong you will get a contraction.” 

“Shit.” said Jack. 

“Lets get you strapped in. Will you please lift up your dress?” Joe asked, pulling out the contraction device. 

“Oh, Joe. Stop it.” said Jack pretending to blush. Joe took so long trying to strap him into it, both Conor and I had to help.

“Well that took forever.” said Jack. He laid down on a bunch of pillows. 

“Now we are going to test it. If you feel any thing just say.” instructed Joe. He turned the knob. “Can you feel that?” Jack nodded his head no. Joe turned the knob up once more. Jack let out a little squeal. 

“Oh God!” said Jack. 

“First question,” said Joe. “So this comes in from Grace and she says, when does menopause start?” 

“How the fuck am I supposed to know this?” groaned Jack. “Uh, 70?” I burst out laughing. 

“Sorry Jack but that is wrong. Time for the first contraction.” He turned in on, and Jack let out a slight scream of pain. Joe, Conor and I kept on laughing. 

As the game went on, the contractions got worse. Jack got two correct and eight of them wrong. By the end, he had almost lost his voice from all the screaming. He also made Conor and I hold his hands for the last two. It was finally over and we were all just hanging out at Joe’s flat. Joe was starting to edit the video, and Jack and I were lounging on the couch, his arm around my shoulder. Conor had run to go get some Nando’s for us.  Joe would occasionally laugh from watching the video again. 

“You know,” said Jack, “I started to cry from the last one.” 

“You’re such a baby sometimes.” I teased. Jack kissed my temple. 

“We should have a kid sometime.” said Jack. 

“Well, we will have to get married before that happens, and we will definitely be having more than one kid.” I said. 

“Fine, get married and then have kids.” said Jack. “Sounds like a plan.”

(Credence Barebone x Reader) A Safe Place [Pt.4] [SMUT]

Title : A Safe Place [Pt.4]

Request : No

Smut/Warnings : Yes/blowjobs, eating out, fucking, slightly rough, mentions of abuse

Word Count : 4,717 (HOLY SHIT IKR)

A/N : i present to you… CREDENCE BAREBONE SMUT!! God this fic took me forever. I kinda think he’s kinda OOC, sorry for that. There still will be the last part for this series. One or two, not sure. Anyway, enjoy this y’all sinners lmao. I might write some more Barebone smut because let’s face it HE DESERVED BETTER. Oh btw requests are open!

Tagging @moonlight53 @weasleywickedwarlock @ichooseyouprocrastination

First : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154409724774/credence-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt1

Previous : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154634234094/credence-barebone-x-reader-a-safe-place-pt3

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The next day after the incident starts off as usual, but without Tina coming with the both of you. She’s still in bed, unlike her usual, workaholic self. “She’ll find something to do, let’s not worry about it too much,” Queenie says to you. Even though she says so, you can feel the worry in her tone.

You want to wake Tina, to say that it will be alright, but you’re not so sure yourself. What will she do in the future? Will she work with the No-Majs? Or will she remain like this? The thoughts about it shudders you. As you take the last bite of your toast, you raise the wand and the plates and silverware magically march to the sink to be washed.

Seeing everything is under control, you and Queenie bid your goodbye to Tina and head to work. You silently hope she will find a good way to cope with this soon.

***

You can’t concentrate on your work, not because you keep thinking about Tina, but because of something – someone – else. You keep thinking where did he go and if he is okay. You didn’t see him today, not in the corner of the streets you passed, nor in front of a public building. Usually he would be there, giving pamphlets while waiting for you.

As read the wand permit stacking on your desk, you notice Abernathy is being too kind to Queenie than usual. Sure, you know he’s head over heels with her, but that doesn’t mean he has the right to be that awfully close with your sister.

By close, he’s currently sitting on her desk, trying to take her to dinner which she ignores as she sends you a knowing look. You chuckle, and think to yourself so she can hear it.

‘Want me to do some tricks?’ you think.

She looks up, and raises both of her eyebrows in agreement. Drawing your wand from your purse, you sneakily swing it towards him, as you mutter a spell under your breath. Soon enough, Abernathy sneezes, and he does it in front of Queenie, without closing his mouth. You hold in your laugh and do it some more.

Abernathy keeps sneezing, and Queenie is absolutely disgusted. She slaps Abernathy and he excuses himself in mid sneezes. After he left the room, Queenie looks at you disapprovingly, yet happily. She mouths a thank you as she cleans herself. And she adds, ‘it’s disgusting’.

‘You’re very welcome. Even though it is disgusting, at least he will not have the balls to talk to you for some times,’ you think. Queenie replies to you with a smile across the room.

***

You finish work early, since there’s not much to do in the beginning, and you managed to get several hours head start of going home. Queenie had asked you to buy groceries, and you’re more than happy to help her with it. Who knows, you might see Credence on your way home.

As you bid goodbye to the doorman, you walk to the general store near the park on your way home. Seeing the park reminds you of Credence. No, everything, reminds you of Credence. You can’t help but worry about his whole being. And you still remember the kiss you shared with him. You crave more of him.

Entering the store, you are greeted with the sweet smell of flower; the storekeeper is restocking flowers near the cashier. You’ve known the storekeeper since the three of you moved here in New York, with him and his wife being a wizard too. It’s always packed with No-Majs though.

“Lighting up the mood with some flowers, Mr. Jones?” you greet the shopkeeper. He’s in his mid fifties, both of his sons is outside the city, travelling together.

“Ah, [Name]! I suppose I am, since it has been either snowing or raining here,” he replies.

“Where’s Mrs. Jones?” you ask him as you scan the shelves full of goods. You take a bag flour, a box of teabags, and some sugar. You continue to fulfill the list in your hands as you talk to Mr. Jones.

“Oh, she’s in the back, baking some pies. Do you want some [Name]?” he offers.

“Oh I shouldn’t, you’ve been very kind to us Mr. Jones,” you say as you walk up to the cashier.

“Now don’t be like that. The three of you are already like my own daughters. Abigail! Can I get some of those pies over here?!” he yells to the back.

As he packs your groceries to the paper bag, Mrs. Jones walks to the front with a fresh baked pie in hand. She’s content in seeing you, and immediately packs the pie too.

“Tell me my dear, are you a fan of blueberries?” Mrs. Jones asks you. You nod, and a smile breaks on her face. “Then you’ll love this blueberry pie I made!” she exclaims.

“Oh I love everything you make, Mrs. Jones,” you say to her.

After paying the lovely couple and say your goodbyes, you walk home with hands full of groceries, not to mention the pie and a bouquet of flower they also gave you. You’re having difficulties walking, for the groceries in your arms blocking your view.

Suddenly, you bump into someone, which sends you falling, and your groceries spilling everywhere. Thank heavens you still manage to keep the pie in your hands.

“Ouch…”

“[Name]…? I-I’m so sorry…”

Your heart races as you hear the voice you missed for so long. You look up, and see Credence kneeling in front of you, his hands held out towards you to help you stand to your feet. His clothes are slightly wet, hair disheveled, and face a bit dirty.

“Oh my God, Credence! Where have you been?! You look awful!” you exclaim as you take his hand, brushing your coat.

“I… I don’t know…” he answers. He seems lost, and you dare to guess he hasn’t eaten any food since morning. Probably since yesterday.

“Okay, you’re coming with me then!” you decide. You pick up the fallen groceries, and put it back into the paper bag. Then, when you’re settled, you start to walk again, only to be stopped by Credence who puts his hand on your arm.

“…Let me, um, help you,” he says. He hesitantly takes the paper bag in your arms, and the bouquet of flower too. You link your arm with his, and lead him to your apartment.

“Thank you Credence, you’re such a gentlemen,” you say.

***

When you reach the front door, you ask Credence to be as quiet as possible, afraid of Mrs. Esposito kicking the three of you out of the building. Lucky enough, once you enter the building, you hear a fairly loud snore coming from the first room. She’s having her usual afternoon nap.

Credence surveys the building, his eyes going everywhere as he silently follows you upstairs. With every step you take, you grow even more nervous. You’re bringing a man into you and your sisters’ apartment, and it’s not an ordinary man, it’s Credence. The man who you shared your first kiss with.

You unlock the door into your apartment and let Credence in first. The room is the same as you left it this morning, with an exception of there are Tina’s clothes drying near the fireplace, the thread of string which holds the garment floating magically. There are several dishes being washed, indicating someone – Tina – was here not long ago. She must have left.

“Well… Welcome to my humble abode. Let’s get you warm, shall we?” you say, putting the pie on the dining table.

Credence, amazed by the magic in the room, stares in awe. The warm lighting in the room gives him a tingling feeling in his chest. You take the groceries in his hand, your hand brushing against his. You don’t seem to notice though. You then proceed to place each one of them in their own places.

“Can you take off you jacket please? Or maybe your vest and too… I’ll wash and dry them, if you want,” you say.

He seems hesitant and scared at first, but he obliges. He takes off his jacket and vest, handing them to you. You take them both and take out your wand. With a swing of your wand, you send the clothes floating to wash themselves. Credence looks at you in amazement, still taking in the fact that you’re a witch.

You step into your room to change into something more comfortable, a simple dress hanging loosely down your body. Thin and loose, yet compliments your body. You walk out of your room and find him still standing near the door.

“Now… Would you like some tea? Or cocoa maybe?” you ask him. He nods, and you take his arm and guide him to the front of the fireplace. You cast aside Tina’s hanging clothes and let Credence sit by the fire. You guide his freezing hands to near the fire, and he cringes in the process.

“Credence…” you speak. He doesn’t answer and shows his hands to you, which is painted with newly crimson scars. You heal him again with your magic, and kiss his knuckles, to calm him down.

Then, you guide his hands again, warming him up. “Just relax, okay?”

As you’re about to stand to make him the promised warm drink, he stops you by holding onto your dress. He looks like he’s about to cry, and you immediately crouch down to his level.

“Love… Are you okay? Did she hurt you anywhere?’

Tears stream down his cheeks, and he starts sobbing. His sobbing is so heartbreaking, that you can’t help yourself but hug him. He cries to your dress, making it wet, but you can care less.

“I’m here Credence. I love you, I love you. I’m here, my love, I am here,” you calm him down. He grasps onto your dress tightly, not wanting you to leave, even though you know you’re not going anywhere.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing circles on his back as you gaze into his teary eye. He blinks, and even more tears stream down, but he nods. You kiss his forehead, as you scoots a little to lean onto the couch.

You caress his hair lovingly, constantly placing careful kisses on his face. His breathing slowly calms down, and you conjure a handkerchief to wipe his tears and snot. Once he’s fully calm, yet still puffy eyed, you lead him to sit onto the couch and make him the cocoa.

You hand the mug to him, and he holds it in his shaky hands.

“What… What’s wrong, Credence?” you hesitantly ask.

“I… I want to show you something…” he begins. “But… Please don’t leave me… And I know you will be afraid… But please…” he says desperately.

“I won’t leave you. And I will try not to be scared.” you say with certainty in your voice.

He looks around, looking for a secluded place to do it, and you notice his nervousness. You stand and guide him to your bedroom, locking it behind you. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously looking at him.

He stands and takes a step back, and a black smoke starts to emanate from him. You know it’s not some ordinary smoke, for it doesn’t have any smell, and there are red sparks of fire in it. Your heart races from fear, but you try not to look scared. You know that, whatever this thing is, is Credence.

The smoke keeps getting bigger as the vessel, his human body, disappears into the darkness of the smoke. The smoke may look terrifying, but it’s calm nonetheless. A mix of black dust and sparks of fire, swirling into a vortex. Slightly, you can hear a sobbing inside it. Credence’s broken sobs and cries for help.

Shakily, you stand to your feet, and walk towards the smoke. Your fear subsides, to be replaced by pity and sympathy. Hands reached out towards the core, the smoke stops moving, and envelopes you in it. You sense the smoke around your body, its dust swirling, touching, and floating around, all in a slow motion.

Your hand touches something solid, and the smoke slowly form the face the man you love. His eyes are shining white, but the light is dulled with his tears. It displays all of his fear, sorrow, and depression, all of them in his eyes. He is afraid. Afraid of rejection from you, someone who he trusts fully for the first time. He is showing you all of him.

You raise your other hand and cup his face in your hands, bringing his forehead to yours. The smoke disappears, and solidifies back to his body. “I’m here Credence. I’m here,” you tell him over and over, as if a it’s a spell, chanting it to calm him down.

“A-Aren’t you afraid…? O-Of me…?”

“I am, at first,” you start, as your hands travel to his own, gripping it with reassurance. “But I know it’s you, so I am not now,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“B-But I don’t even know what I am… And I-I destroy things, I almost kill people…”

“I know what you are,” you say, looking at him in the eyes. “You are Credence. I know that you know who you are, and you I know you don’t do all of them on purpose.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging the slouched body. He hugs back, lean his head to your shoulder, cries onto it. “Ssshhh… It’s okay, I accept you for who you are. I love you. All of you.”

As the smoke completely disappears, back to his body, you ask him to sit on your bed while you make the long forgotten promised mug of hot drink in the kitchen. He shakes his head, and hold onto your arms.

“I- I still want you to see every part of me, for wh-who I am,” he says. Vulnerability thick in his voice, with trembling hands, he unbuttons his shirt, one by one, revealing his bare, scarred chest. You gasp when you see his skin underneath, his scars showing a tragic beauty in it.

“Mother… When s-she’s not satisfied with my palms… She also does it here…” he claims, guiding your hand to his chest. As your soft skin comes in contact with his scars, you can feel his pain and suffering. Everything that monster he calls mother has done to him… Your hand carefully caress the scars, from his chest, to his shoulder, then to his back as you pull his shirt off and slowly get closer and closer to him.

“Does it… Still hurt…?” you ask, running your fingertips to his face. He tilts his face towards you and say, “No, but I still remember every single one… Like it was yesterday…” he says.

“Do you… Do you want me to heal you…?” you hesitantly ask.

“I… To be honest… Yes, but… I want you to see me, or… Maybe love me, like…” he pauses and motions to his body, “…this. This broken and ugly self…”

“Credence… Stop… Stop saying you’re ugly, because you’re not. You are beautiful. Especially your kind hearted soul and I don’t want anyone else but you,”

Hearing you say that, the uncertainty in his eyes and voice slowly fades away, and he takes your lips in his. The kiss wasn’t like the first one you shared, this time, he is more certain of what he wants, about how he feels, and about you.

You gave him the assurance he needs. And he needs nothing else. Just you.

As he kisses you, you swiftly slip your tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise. His face is beet red, and his body is stiff as a statue. Still kissing, you guide him to lay down your bed. You break the kiss, a trail of saliva between yours and his mouth.

Breathless, he lays underneath you as you straddle his hips. You lean down and kiss him again, this time, his hands ___ going to the side of your face and neck. As your left hand holding your body from falling to his, your right one goes between your heated bodies, to his abdomen, and lowers to his crotch. He gasps sharply when your hand palms him through his trousers, the garment getting tighter by the second.

“I-I-“he stutters, lost for words.

“Can I do it Credence…?” you ask. “Can I give it to you? Will you let me?”

Panting, he nods and you palm him harder, giving pressure to the hardening manhood. He grits his teeth, and his hands go from holding your face to grasping the sheets. You kiss his face to make him relax, taking your right hand from his crotch. He sighs and whines in the lost of contact, and you seductively smile at him.

“Be patient, Credence. I want you to see me for who I am too,”

You take out your wand, and you swing it to your dress. You place your wand on your bedside, and as you do so, your dress takes itself off your body. It goes floating to the inside of your closet, and hung neatly.

You’re left with your underwear – a bra, a loose corset, and a pair of panties.

His hands twitch at his sides, and you chuckle.

“You can undress me, if you want,” you say.

“W-Well… I- Uh, do you want me to…?”

“I do, Credence.”

You sit on his lap, feeling his hard manhood underneath your folds. You bite your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Credence sits up, and his hands go behind your back.

You lean your head against his shoulder as he attempts on unclasping your bra. After a few attempts, he looks flustered; embarrassed that he cannot do such a simple task.

“Here, here, let me help you,” you say as your hands go to your back, and unclasp it in one swift motion. “It’s okay Credence,” you say, pecking his lips. “I usually can’t do it too.”

You slide off the straps from your shoulder, and Credence holds his breath when he sees you do it. He darts his face to the side, obviously embarrassed at the sight, yet curious of you.

“Don’t be shy Credence,” you say. You take his hand and bring it to your breasts, and when you do so, you feel his cock twitching inside of his trousers. His breath hitches on his throat, and he looks at you with a bright, red face.

“It’s okay, I will not be angry. You can touch the other if you want to.”

He realizes the fact that if his mother knows, the amount of punishment he will receive might kill him. Lust is one of forbidden things in the house of Barebone. But with you, someone he loves and trusts, he can’t help it.

Credence shakily raise his hands to the other breast, and you sigh when his cold hands comes in contact with your breast. Your nipple gets hard, and he fiddles it between his fingers, curiosity plastered on his face. You whimper when he does so, and Credence, satisfied with the sound you made, does it harder to the other one.

“A-Ah! Credence! I- Ah!”

He remains silent and experimentally licks your nipples, and begins sucking it with his mouth. You gasp again at his newfound confidence, and tangle your fingers in his hair. He keeps sucking, licking, and biting, while playing with your other one, playing it like a toy.

You pull his head back, tearing his mouth from your nipple, and kiss the base of his neck. You leave butterfly kisses from the base of his neck, up to his earlobe. You also constantly licks his neck, and he moans when you do so.

He lifts you briefly, and puts you down beneath him, as his hand goes to the back of your waist, pulling the string of the corset. He takes it off carefully, releasing you from the tightness of the corset. Credence then looks at you, unsure what to do.

“T-Take my panties off,” you say breathily.

He obeys, and he pulls down your panties slowly, with both of his hands. You shudder when your wet folds meet the cold air, and Credence seems to be in awe seeing your naked body.

“Now… Y-You can try anything you want…”

He looks up, surprised. “A-Are you sure…? What if I hurt you…?”

“I will speak if it hurts… For now… I want you to do what you want,” you answer.

Credence breathes in, and he begins his exploration of your body, slowly. He moves backwards, to the edge of the bed, and starts from your feet. He kisses your ankle, and then trails more kisses to your knees, all the while worshipping your body. Not to mention his long, slender fingers who caress your skin softly.

“You’re so beautiful… Like a goddess… My savior…”

He moves higher, to the insides of your thigh. You’re extremely sensitive in the area, and with every kisses he gives, your breathing turns into pants.

“Oh my God, ah!”

“A light in the darkness…” You cover your face with your hands, ashamed of the expression you make.

“My sweet, my love… Please…” he says, uncovering your face by taking your hands in his, and he kisses your knuckles the way you did. “There’s no need to be ashamed of…” Even though his words are thick with adoration and honey, you still feel the fear and the nervousness in his voice. You make no comment on this though.

He hesitantly spreads your legs, and dips his head in between. He licks the wet folds, and your hands immediately grasp the sheets. You thrust your hips upwards, and he takes the pleasure to another level. Credence, with less nervousness, starts lapping your cunt, licking and dipping his tongue inside you.

“H-Holy shit, Credence! I- I-“

He keeps doing so as he notices the small bud near your cunt, and he touches the bud with his finger. You gasp again when he does so, and he replaces his finger with his thumb, and makes a circling motion.

As he picks up the pace, you can feel the tension building in your lower abdomen. You’re getting close. You just need that push.

“C-Credence- P-put your finger inside of me-“you say shakily.

He conforms and inserts his index and middle finger deeply inside you. You arch your back and let out a moan. “N-Now, pump it in a-and out.”

He does what you asked him to do, and begin pumping his fingers in and out of you. Just then, he hits the right spot, and you let out the building tension. You cum onto his fingers, and he watches in shock.

“Credence… Have- Have you ever done t-this before…?” you ask him as you hastily pull his face to you. He shakes his head and he welcomes your lips to his. “Because you’re such a professional in doing that,” you mumble between the kisses. You wipe his hands with your sheets, and he looks in wonder.

“Now,” you begin, switching places with him, where he’s beneath you this time. “Your turn.”

You pull down his trousers and his briefs forcefully, letting his cock spring free. He hisses when you do so, the sensitive head wet with precum.

“Getting really excited, aren’t we?” you say as you take his cock in your hands. You slowly pump his manhood from the base, and he throws his head back, moaning your name as well as enjoying the feeling.

You take the cock into your mouth, and begin licking his head feverishly. The salty taste fills your mouth, and you hollow your mouth and suck it harder. Then, you take all of him inside of your mouth, only to be able to take 2/3 of it because of the length of his member. You bob your head up and down, and he keeps groaning and grunting your name.

Once you feel you’ve built enough tension, you suck his head hardly, while you pump his base with your hands.

“[N-Name], I- I- Aaah!!”

With a scream, he shots his cum into your mouth, and you take it generously. You gulp down the salty liquid, and wipe the spilled cum on your hands and mouth. Credence looks at you in disbelief, with lust and love shining from his eyes.

“Now… To the main course…” you say to him. Your hand goes to his now soft cock, giving it a few pumps. Slowly, Credence’s cock is getting hard again.

“Credence,” you call his name. He looks at you.

“I love you,” you smile. He smiles back, and says, “I love you too.”

“Oh, by the way, can you um… Take the small pink box there?” you ask him. He glances to your bedside, before digging into the cupboard, and take the requested box. He gives to you, and you take out a condom, and toss the box aside.

You rip the foil in your hand, and put on the condom on his cock. Then, you position yourself on his manhood, before easing yourself slowly. He groans when you envelope his dick in your cunt, your walls tightening around him.

You move sensually, feeling his dick inside of you, stretching your walls. You begin moving, thrusting your hips, and riding his cock at the same time. He thrusts up every time you thrust down, deepening the sensation, expanding the range of his cock inside of you.

Credence feels he’s losing control of the darkness over the sensation, and he’s gritting his teeth as he tries so hard not to. Black smoke starts to emanate from him, filling the room. You notice this, and encourage him to be in control. You lean to his ear.

“Let go, Credence. Be in control… Dominate me.”

Your words were like a switch to him. In an instant, he flipped you over without taking his dick out of you. With you now beneath him again, he pins your hand to the sides. He slowly let some of the black smoke out of him, but not completely that he loses his body. He suddenly thrusts forcefully into you, making you cry in pleasure.

He keeps thrusting hard, and with each thrust, the smoke seems to move on its own, matching Credence’s motions. Your moans and his grunts fill the room, mixing into one sinful symphony. He bites down onto the nape of your neck, and you cry out his name. He doesn’t seem to hear, for he has lost control.

“Credence! Ah! I-I’m going to cum again-“

He replies with a kiss, biting down your lip as he does one last thrust which sends you over the edge. You come onto his dick, and he comes into the condom, filling it fully.

As he regains his consciousness, the smoke disappears back into him, and his body collapses beside yours. You wipe the sweat on his face, kissing him on the cheek.

“[Name]… D-Did I…?”

“You did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it,” you pause, poking his nose. “Very much,” you giggle.

He gives you a warm smile, before his looks turn into horror as he notices the bite mark on the nape of your neck. He apologizes profusely, and you calm him down by saying it can be healed with magic. Still, he looks guilty, as if he just accidentally kicked a puppy.

You want to cuddle with him, very much so, but you know your sisters might come home soon. So with your magic, you clean yourself and Credemce, clean the room, and get dressed. He looks genuinely exhausted, but you have to send him home.

As you bid your goodbye to him in the dark alley beside the Second Salem church, with one last kiss on the lips, you Apparate back to the apartment, leaving Credence with a mixed feeling of happy and sad.

He will sure to be missing you. And he will definitely see you soon. For he is now certain that he has found a safe place.

The Bastard of Winterfell Part 3

Jon Snow x Reader (second person)

1777 words

Jon Snow is ~getting married~!

A/N: Thank you for the love so far!!

Part 1: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162619181618/the-bastard-of-winterfell

Part 2: http://onceuponaoneshotfanfic.tumblr.com/post/162658973923/the-bastard-of-winterfell-part-2


Something landed on you. Hard.

And suddenly your face was soaked with slobber.

“Ghost!” you shrieked, laughing and pushing the direwolf off of you.

“Ghost! Come here!”

The direwolf took one last curious look at you and bounded off. Jon Snow knelt down and stroked Ghost’s white fur. He looked over at you, offering a small smile and wave as he walked into the library, where you had fallen asleep while reading.

“Sorry!” he called as you got up and snatched your book off the floor.

You laughed. “It’s fine,” you said as you approached him. You stood close.

He shifted his weight. “I… was looking for you actually.”

“And you knew I would be in here.” You held up your book. “Reading.”

“Sleeping, from what I saw.” He smirked at you.

You laughed. “Fine, I dozed off. Lady Stark did tell me I should rest this morning.”

Jon nodded. “Aye. Especially considering tonight…” He trailed off, his cheeks turning red, a brighter red than you had ever seen. “Well the ceremony is… and then the party…”

A large smile spread across your face. It had finally come. Your wedding. You were due to head to Sansa’s room soon for one last fitting into your dress, giving her the whole day to make any changes. Later, your family would arrive to help prepare the castle for that evening. Your mother and sisters would help you get ready, although you insisted that Sansa and Arya get to help as well. In the evening you would head to the forest for the ceremony, after which you would celebrate in the Great Hall. And after that…

Now you had a blush that matched Jon’s as you shoved aside the thoughts that had been increasingly invading your mind as the wedding drew closer.

Jon cleared his throat. “Right. Well, I have a present for you.”

Finally you noticed the small bag in his hand. You lifted your wrist, showing off the snowflake bracelet you had worn every day since your name day. “Can it compare with this?” you teased.

He smiled. “I believe it can. Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and felt Jon walk behind you. Something cold touched your neck and you shivered in response. Jon chuckled.

“Open.”

You looked down.  A dainty snowflake, matching the ones on your bracelet, now hung from your neck. “It’s perfect,” you breathed. Jon was absolutely beaming at you as the two of you leaned forward-

“A snowflake from the snowflake,” a voice from the doorway called out.

The two of you turned. Theon stood in the doorframe, smirking.

“And there goes that moment,” Jon muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat. “Yes, Theon?” he asked, a roughness to his voice.

“Lord Robb wanted me to collect you,” he announced as he strolled over. “Wedding preparations and whatnot.”

Jon nodded. “Thank you.” He turned back to you. “I probably will not see you again until this evening,” he said, the gruffness in his voice gone. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Do you still wish to marry me?” he asked teasingly.

You kissed his nose. “I suppose you shall find out tonight.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough, my lady. Until tonight.” He turned and walked out of the room.

Theon held back a moment. “You know,” he started. “My favorite part of any wedding has always been the bedding cere-”

“THEON GET AWAY FROM HER!” Jon’s voice bellowed from the doorway. Theon jumped and followed Jon out of the room.

You chuckled to yourself and headed to Sansa’s room.


As the sun went down, you sat in your room, waiting for your father to come up so he could escort you outside. The Starks, your siblings, and all the other guests were gathering in the godswood now.

You mother watched you carefully as you stared out the window, fiddling with the snowflake necklace anxiously. It was your first time alone with her since you had left home.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

After a moment’s thought, you shook your head. “Excited, actually,” you admitted.

“Hmm.” You mother followed your gaze to the yard below. “What exactly do you do with yourself here at Winterfell?”

A surprisingly friendly question. “I read a lot. Lady Sansa helps me with my needlework.” You omitted your weekly archery practice with Arya. “Lord and Lady Stark gifted me with a horse for my name day, so I ride a lot.” You tried to suppress the smile that grew on your lips. “I like to watch Jon practice his swordplay in the afternoons. Or when he decides he doesn’t want to practice we go for walks in the forest with his direwolf. Or on especially cold days we sit by the fire and I read aloud to him.”

“Does he not know how to read for himself?” your mother asked coldly.

You frowned. “He reads perfectly,” you corrected her. “He just likes to hear me read. He lays back and closes his eyes and… listens.” You bit your lip. “He’s lovely. Really,” you added quietly.

Your mother hummed. “I’m sure he is. For a bastard.”

A scowl crossed your face. “He is the bastard your daughter is marrying, per your husband’s orders. So I suggest you silence yourself or do not join us in the forest tonight,” you snapped. “Jon Snow is good. And kind. And honorable. And gods, if he is not the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes upon.” Your mother opened her mouth, but you were on a roll. “And he asks permission before taking my hand or kissing my cheek. And he is nervous and sweet around me. Not like those lords and knights who all look as me as though I am something for them to devour, some pawn in your games.” Tears stung in your eyes. “So yes, Mother. You and Father had to give me to the bastard of Ned Stark and that is forever a stain on your precious name, for a lady of our house to become a Snow. But if you think I am going to let you abuse the man I will love for the rest of my life, you are sadly mistaken.” You exhaled sharply. Seven hells that felt good.

A small knock caused you both to jump. You opened the door to find Arya, holding a cloak and looking a bit sheepish. You melted at the sight of her.

“Sansa almost forgot to give this to you,” she murmured. “I volunteered to bring it.”

You allowed Arya to help you fasten it around you. You stepped back. “What do you think?”

Arya smiled. “Jon is going to blush more than usual when he sees you.” Suddenly her arms were around you, nearly knocking you over. She planted a small kiss on your cheek. “I am so happy you are marrying him,” she whispered. “Now we shall be sisters. Real sisters.”

You returned her smile. “Aye. We shall.”

With one last embrace, she scurried off, nearly knocking into your father.

He took a deep breath when he saw you. “You look wonderful. Are you ready?”

You glanced at your mother, who was not even looking at you. You turned your gaze back to your father and took a deep breath. “Very ready.”


The cold bit at you the moment you left the castle. But you trudged on, grasping your father’s arm, heading towards the godswood. In the distance you could see the lights held by the people gathered around the Heart Tree, where you knew Jon stood.

You smiled up at your father and gave his arm a squeeze.

He looked down at you thoughtfully. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” you admitted.

Your father nodded, a small smile on his face. “Good.”

The lights grew closer and brighter. At last, you could make out the figures that held the torches, recognizing several faces. Finally, you willed yourself to look at him-

Jon stood beside his father, grinning from ear to ear. You could tell he had tried to tame his hair, but you were pleased to see that the curls you loved were still just as wild as ever. The blush you had come to find endearing was visible, even in the darkness of the evening.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you got closer. You father rose an eyebrow at Jon, deepening his blush.

You smiled at the exchange. Oh yes. You were ready.


Sometime between the ceremony and the party, something changed in Jon. He was no longer quiet and hesitant to touch you; instead, he spent the party by your side, whispering sweet nothings and pet names in your ear, and he was surprisingly affectionate the entire evening: holding your hand, tracing shapes on your arm with his fingers, his arm around your shoulders.

“Have I told you in the last five minutes how beautiful you are?” Jon’s breath was warm in your ear as his fingertips grazed your hand.

You smiled at him. “No, you have not.”

“My apologies.” He gently kissed your temple. “You are the most stunning woman in all the North.”

“Just the North?” you teased.

Another kiss found your cheek. “All of Westeros.” Another kiss. “The entire world.”

You giggled and sat happily, holding his hand. As the night wore on you saw the crowd growing a bit… rowdy. And a few drunk eyes began looking yours and Jon’s way.

Thankfully, Jon was ahead of you.

“Do not worry,” he whispered. “I already told Robb there will be no bedding ceremony this evening.” He winked at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, kissing his cheek.

As if on cue, Robb, who apparently was taking his job very seriously, intervened. Grabbing the hand of some lucky young lady, he insisted that everyone return to dancing at once. Everyone obeyed the young lord’s order. With this distraction in place, Jon grabbed your hand and hurried you out into the corridor. The two of you ran, laughing, for a while before deciding it was safe. You stopped and leaned against a wall, out of breath. Jon sank down to the floor, smiling up at you.

“Remind me that I owe Robb one,” he said between breaths. You nodded, laughing through your gasps for air.

Finally, once you were able to breathe, Jon stood and took your hand. The two of you walked in an empty silence towards the room you would now share. You stopped at the door. Jon held you close and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ready?” he asked gently.

You nodded and kissed his lips. “Ready.”

The perfect 10

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Originally posted by perfect10source

Tye Dillinger x Reader for @megaperfect10

Request: The readers brother is Kevin Owens and when Kevin sees Tye walk through the door at a get together with their family things get heated cause of the past of the both of them. Maybe some swearing if you allow that. Thanks if you can.

Note: I guess I had another request besides Matt and Alex. Either way I hope you like it!

December 11, 2014 was the exact date I met the love of my life. It wasn’t a romantic story like me crashing into him by accident. Nor was it a love hate relationship between us. It was always love…pure innocent love. Out of all the great romantic love stories out there, ours simply started by a conversation dealing with food. It wasn’t romantic but it was something I cherished greatly.

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The Danger in Duality  | 01

COLLEGE! AU  |  ASSASSIN! AU  |  ANGST  | SMUT  | COMEDY | 4k

BTS X Reader

“You and your seven best friends must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”


Burning debris fell from the night sky like confetti, smoke clouds reaching for the heavens. The once abandoned warehouse was now a crumpled mess, disintegrating in a fiery blaze as the only car on the road careened away from the hellish scene.

“Did you see that shit?!”

“That was so cool!”

“Y/N, that spin-kick you did was incredible– landed so solid on the bastard’s neck even I felt it!”

“Jungkook that last kill-shot was perfect, you came right on time I thought I was dead for a second.”

“Okay, Yoongi, I have to give you props, man. Those two neck snaps you did before we left were beautiful, you have to show me how to do that again…but practice on someone else next time, please?”

“Everybody let’s give it up for Seokjin for setting off that last bomb.  Bro, you should have seen their faces when the timer started going off without anybody touching it. They didn’t know we had a genius hacker working on the outside,” Namjoon said as he shook Seokjin’s shoulders proudly. The older boy was driving, and the car erupted in wild applause as he beamed.

“What can I say? I’m just really good at my job,” he said, smug, “But my systems picked up two bombs in the building, so I’m wondering where the other–”

Suddenly, the entire sky was orange, the flames spreading wildly as the deafening sound shook the road beneath them. The SUV jumped and swerved out of the lines, the interior colored with the light of the 2nd explosion that night.

“There it is.”

“That never gets old,” Jimin said smiling as he looked back at the damage.

“That’s gonna make the news for sure,” you sighed, “So much for keeping a low profile.”

“Any trace that we were even there is up in flames now, so we should be safe,” said Namjoon.

By just looking at you and the car of rowdy, smiling boys, no one would have guessed you were all a squad of thoroughly trained assassins. It wasn’t a normal job per say, not one that you could exactly put on your resume or brag about, since telling people you took human lives for a living wasn’t absolutely the best conversation starter.

The eight of you all grew up together, troubled youth that had been taken in under your own unique circumstances. Honestly, screw-ups like you didn’t deserve another chance–should have been kicked to the curb and outcasted like all the others. Most of you had pretty much accepted that fate; it’s just how it was supposed to be. But for some reason, you were all special. Special, with enough potential for the academy to take notice of. And just special enough for them to take the time to breed screw-ups like you to become the best killers the world had to offer.   

Your squad code was “Make it clean. Make it quick”, or in other words, don’t be overly messy or draw unnecessary attention to yourselves. You all had one objective: Hit your target and get the hell out. Something the academy promised was that you would only be killing people that deserved it, scums of the earth that had too many chances to right their wrongs and got away unpunished every time.

You all liked to think of it as “taking out the trash”.

Though there was one thing that sometimes got in the way of the job…

“FUCK!” Jungkook suddenly screamed.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Seokjin called from the driver’s seat.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Yoongi asked, putting his gun back in it’s case.

Jungkook slammed his fist against the armrest. There was an audible crack, and the leather tore down the middle just the slightest bit, “I forgot to study for my chem exam tomorrow!”

College. 

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Insecurities {pt.1}

Originally posted by itschiminie

REQUEST: an angst/fluff jimin scenario or something in which the reader and him meet after one of their concerts and become best friends and realize they have feelings for each other. Maybe the reader and Jimin helping each other with their insecurities.

{Pt.2}

Genre: fluff, slight angst (we’ll get there later though)

Pairing: Jimin x You

Word Count: 3200+

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY FIRST EVER REQUEST! I’m really sorry it took me forever, but school was going on, ideas were rough…and I just felt like this prompt made for a good series. I will say that writing this in a dual perspective is quite challenging. I really hope you guys enjoy this. I’m really hoping this series turns out well (mechanically wise as well as storyline goes). 


[Y/N’s P.O.V.]

Noooo! I don’t want the concert to end already! I had so much fun. Can’t they just stay here for a while more? I mean, they don’t have to perform. They can just talk with us and stand there, or sit…or lay down for crying out loud! Just, don’t leave us yet.

The concert was coming to an end and the boys were walking around the stage, greeting us, waving at us, messing around. Jin and Tae were at the very center, messing around. Taehyung had decided to dump an entire bottle of water  on Jin, and the two were just running around chasing. Hoseok. Rapmon, and Yoongi decided to mess around with a hat that another fan gave them. It was so cute…Hoseok was wearing first, but then decided to give it to Rapmon…HOW ADORABLE! Jungkook on the other hand was on the far left waving to all the other concert goers and just interacting with everyone else. My sweet sweet Jimin…ahhh, he’s just perfection. OH MY GOD HE’S COMING THIS WAY! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Wait…the plushie! I almost forgot the plushie!

It was a cute little mochi plushie. Pastel pink, round, fluffy, and absolutely adorable; everything that Jimin was. There are so many people in front of me though, there is no way they’re going to let me get at the very front. Luckily I’m not too far back, but it’s now or never. I have to throw the plushie now. After all, no one is going to get hurt, or trip over it. It is the end of the concert. 

I took a deep breath, and with great strength, threw the pink mochi plush. I didn’t want undershoot and have the plushie end up in the dark abyss, which is pretty much the floor where the boys can’t reach. It’s always better to overshoot in this case, because worst case scenario, it goes over them. But I suppose that wasn’t worse case scenario for me.

I have such horrible timing. Always have, always will.

The moment I threw it, well, I didn’t overshoot. Nor did I undershoot. Instead, I hit a target.

“Oh shit…” I gasped.

[Jimin’s P.O.V]

I swear to god. Taehyung and Jin hyung are just too much sometimes, but still…I’m glad they’re having fun. I decide to walk to the far right of the concert stage since no one was really there. I’m standing, waving, and just ultimately smiling that so many people showed up! I mean, I never knew this many people would show up. I couldn’t help but feel such a warm feeling envelop me. The happiness I’m feeling, nothing can compare at this moment.

What the hell was that? What just hit me in the face? I looked down at my feet and see that it’s a pastel pink plush. I bend down to pick it up and when I do, I look into the crowd wondering just who could’ve possibly thrown this at me.

Her! I mentally point at the girl who is embarrassed for her poor life and is spewing nothing but sorry. Her almond eyes, round because she was so shocked. Brown and bold they are, and her forehead is furrowed, probably because of how mortified she’s feeling. I don’t understand why, it was an accident. As a way to calm her down, I smile a gently, thanking her for the plush and letting her know that I’m ok. The moment I smile, the furrows on her forehead disappear, although she doesn’t stop with the “I’m sorry” mantra. But…I’m glad she’s a little bit at ease. A beautiful girl like her shouldn’t worry so much.

[Y/N’s P.O.V]

The concert ended and I decided to stay behind because I wanted the venue and the pit to clear. See, I have a slight form of enochlophobia. Tight spaces in crowds, large moving crowds, essentially, anything more than 80 people freaks me out. When I was 12, I was in the school gym on the first day of school. And that means brand new textbooks that you have to lug around all day because teachers love to assign massive amounts of homework. It doesn’t help when you’re an honors student either. That means two textbooks in my hand, and two in my backpack. Seriously, I was Atlas…carrying the weight of the world on my back. That can bring a kid down when they’re only 12 and 90 pounds.  

My dumbass school was overcrowded too. A school that was only meant for 500 kids, was trying to cram and jail about 900 of us. It was hell itself. Fights breaking out every day. Riots between different classes was the norm. And being bullied was just something that was as cool as the latest trend. Anyways…here I am, carrying the world on my shoulders when the stupid P.E. teachers decide to dismiss us. That’s when all hell broke loose.

I’m in the middle of the crowd trying to get out. About 300 of us, trying to get out of the double doors that held us in. Everyone is pushing and shoving, when all of a sudden, I feel myself falling down. Nothing to hold on to. No one to catch me. I fell on the floor, and all that I saw, were feet going over me. Kids shouting, rushing to get out, because like always: The youth have no concern for the wellbeing of themselves or others.  Feet were dragged over me, people were trampling over me, falling over me, being knocked over, while I was in the center of it. I shut my eyes, hoping that this would all end soon. My friend, my hero, she tried so hard to get people to walk around. But when she couldn’t, just like me she had to wait until everything was over. She helped me up, and walked me over to the nurses office where I had a massive headache for hours. Only to be picked up by my mom, taken to the hospital, and find out that I had a concussion.

That, my friends, is how I came to slightly fear crowds. Ironically though, I decided to go to the concert by myself because I didn’t want to feel like I was dragging anyone along. I also don’t want my friends freaking out thinking there’s something wrong with me every time I fangirl. God…I really have to make some kpop friends. Although, it was fun having all these fans with me, the singing, the chanting. The screaming. Especially when they all came out on stage! OH. MY. GOD! THEY LOOKED DIVINE! The sons of Aphrodite herself. But Jimin. My god. Jimin, was a sight to see. His beautiful pink hair, parted in two. His muscles. His thighs! And my god that Jibooty! If I’m being honest here, I can just stare at his butt all day long. Not that I was, but I was totally staring at his ass. Thoughts about the concert continued to play over and over again as I exited the section I was in. I walked straight outside thinking it was going to be empty, but was welcomed with a swarm of concert goers, merchandise sellers, and hot dog vendors. I just want to get to my car and go home. I am so exhausted, and my throat hurts so much from screaming. Will I be able to talk tomorrow?

I’m sitting in my car waiting for traffic to die down when I begin looking and enjoying all the beautiful videos and pictures that I captured. My god…Not Today was so hyped. And Jungkook! His performance. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen him dance. I’ve heard him sing. But by himself?! His choreography too! It was so simple, yet so intricate. THIS BOY CAN PERFORM! 

But when Jimin came on stage. Wow. Wow. Wow. I mean. Wow. That’s all I can say. This boy has me speechless and wrecking my mind. I’ve seen his performance before, but to witness it live, that was a whole other experience. To see him blindfolded, dancing, body rolling, performing his iconic swirls and turns and spins. The way he moved. His contemporary background was definitely showcased, and my god his vocals. I. Am. Speechless.

The videos kept playing one by one, and I kept scrolling through all the pictures that I had taken, admiring all the members features. Thier jawlines, their eyes, even the sweat glistening and dripping off their faces. It wasn’t until long growl rumbled from me.

“Oh my god, I’m starving” I realized.

Traffic had dispersed and I was now driving with a huge smile on my face still succumbing to the idea that I had just seen the boys live! I didn’t realize how long I was sitting in my car. It had been a whole hour! I starting driving until I remembered that there was a small diner not too far off.

 [Jimin’s P.O.V.]

We walked back stage drenched in our own sweat…well, except for Jin hyung. He was soaked in his sweat and water because Taehyung decided to pour water all over him. Although our limbs were like jello, and our muscles were stiff and sore, we had smiled all over our faces and just enjoying the high we got from performing.

“DID YOU SEE THAT RAINBOW OCEAN?!!! GAH…” exclaimed Namjoon.

All I can think about was if my performance was as great as everyone else’s. Jungkookie’s voice was stable, and well, he can do just about anything perfectly. Tae was good too. His voice, soft and light, yet powerful at the same time. Hobi hyung performed amazing and the crowd…well, they went wild. I just… I wish I performed the same way they all did. I don’t know. Maybe I did? But I know I could have done better. My footwork could have been cleaner, my arms could have been more fluid, I definetly could have put more emotion into it.  Maybe I’m just not-

“JIMINIE!” shouted Tae.

I heard my name being called and began walking over to Taehyung.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You ok? You seemed to be a little lost.”

“I guess. I’m just tired if anything.” Little did he know I was critiquing my performance.

We all gathered and started heading to our dressing room so we can all just sit back and relax in our comfortable clothing. It wasn’t until Jin said something that we all began talking once again. 

“Aigoo, listen to my stomach…I’M SO HUNGRY” Jin whined.

“But hyung, you’re always hungry.” retorted Jungkook

“Don’t act like you’re not hungry, I know you are! Listen to your stomach 

“I’m almost sure that’s just your stomach”

Hobi hyung walked up to them, “Oh come on Jungkookie, it’s late, we’re tired, let’s go get something to eat. 

Now that I think about it, I’m starving. I was so exhausted I totally forgot about my hunger.

“There was this diner not too far from here. Let’s go there!” Jin replied.

We grabbed our sweaters since it was cold outside, and began walking since it wasn’t too far from us. I wish we actually decided to drive over there, the 10 minute walk felt like forever! My muscles, are just exhausted. I’m exhausted!

When we reached the diner, it was quiet. No one was here, which, for us, was heaven. We love our fans. We truly do, but after a concert, sometimes peace and quiet is what we need. The hostess led us to our booth and we all squeezed in. Rapmon going in first, then Hobi, Yoongi apparently wanting to sit next to Hobi, but felt uneasy because he was too close to Namjoon. Jungkook sat next Yoongi hyung, probably hoping he would buy him something, With Tae then sitting next Kookie, it’s no doubt that Jin is going to have a handful today. I decided to sit at the edge, only because if I want to get up and go to the restroom, I have no one to crawl over, or have to ask people to get up.

As the hostess leaves, our server stops by, hands each one of us the menu and asks “Is there anything I can get you to drink? 

“SPRITE!!” Hobi hyung shouted.

“I’ll take a coke” added Yoongi hyung

“Can I get an apple juice please?” Jungkookie asked in his meek voice.

“I’ll take a coffee and water,” Rapmon hyung said politely. 

Once everyone placed their orders, the server looked at me. 

“Uhh…I’ll take a water,” I said meekly.

We were quiet until the server came back with our drinks. “Why coffee? Don’t you want something cold?” I asked Namjoon hyung.

“That’s what the water is for. Besides, the coffee is to help me wake up.”

Hyung picks up his coffee mug and places it to his lips, getting ready to take a sip. He blows on the coffee in an effort to cool it down, but fails the moment the hot coffee comes into contact with his lips.

“AIGOO!! THIS IS SO HOT!” he shouts. He reaches for the glass, but with his luck knocks it over, making the water spill all over me and Jin hyung.

“AISH! WHY?! For once can you grab something without knocking it over, or breaking it….” Jin hyung scolded.

“It’s ok..I’ll be back, I’m just gonna go to the restroom and pat this dry.” I got up and left an angry Jin who was too busy scolding Namjoon. 

[Y/N’s P.O.V.] 

I  walked into the diner fatigued and famished. As soon as I stepped towards the sign that read ‘please wait to be seated’, I heard someone shouting. 

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPILL EVERYTHING?” 

That voice…I’ve heard that voice before. Why is it so familiar? As I turned to the familiar shouting, I recognized the six faces before me. There they are. Oh my god. What are they all doing here? Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, J-Hope, Taehyung, and Yoongi. Wait…where’s Jimin?

I turned my head from the left to the right, then to the back of the diner in hopes of trying to find the cutie with a sweet shy smile. But I couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Excuse me Miss?” the hostess interrupted

“Yes?” I responded quizzically 

“Um…I’ve been asking where would you like to sit”

“Oh.” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, uh…how about any place that’s farthest from that group?” I asked meekly. 

“Sure thing miss.” 

I decided to sit as far as possible because one, I’m not one to intrude on someone’s privacy…I mean these guys go through so much. Second, I’m not comfortable with the way I look. Although I was known for being really pretty in high school, it’s one thing to be told, and another thing to believe it. I decided to order a hamburger and a coke since I was starving. When I was a younger, my dad always told me to wash my hands before I ate. I could already hear his voice in my head to tell me to go “WASH YOUR HANDS!” 

I got up, and headed to the restroom. I was so exhausted that I was drooping my head, when all of a sudden I smack my head into something…more like someone. I looked up and the missing face at the booth was standing right in front of me.  

“OH MY GOSH I’M SO SORRY!” I said 

“No no no…Don’t apologize, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Jimin responded sweetly.

 I was still overcome with euphoria and exhaustion from the concert, that it took me a while to truly register who I was talking to. 

“Oh. My. Gosh…” I was shocked. Speechless. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I felt even more sorry for bumping into him. “I didn’t mean to bump into you! I’m so sorry.” I raised my hands in an apologetic manner. But I felt that wasn’t enough, so I started bowing as if my life depended on it. 

“No. Please don’t” Jimin chuckled. He reached for my shoulders, and stopped me mid bow. “No need to do this, it wasn’t your fault.” 

I stood up straight, and felt ashamed. I not only bumped into him, but I made him feel a little embarrassed. WHY AM I BEING SO STUPID RIGHT NOW! OF COURSE I SHOULD STOP BOWING! I thought. But once I stopped, I began to apologizing over and over again. 

Jimin chuckled.

Why is he chuckling? I stopped apologizing and looked at him puzzled. 

“It’s just…no one has ever apologized to me this much.” He said. 

“I’m sorry.” this caused both of us to chuckle. “It’s just, well, it’s you. And, if I’m being honest…IT’S YOU! I’m freaking out here. I’ve never been this close to someone so famous. I’m even surprised that I’m talking this much when you’re standing right in front of me. I mean, not that you’re an alien or anything, and I don’t mean to be making you feel uncomfortable or different than me, but..IT’S YOU! YOU’RE JIMIN! You’re cool, and awesome, and well…you’re good looking. I’m sorry. I’m rambling. I should stop.”

I noticed that Jimin had become a little shy and awkward after you called him good looking. He smiled his usual shy smile and looked down towards the ground. 

What do I do? What do I do? I though. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do…until I remembered that you had gotten up to go wash my hands. Unfortunately, our small encounter has to come to an end. 

“I’m sorry, but uh…I’m going to have to excuse myself. Sorry for bumping into you.” I bowed, turned and started walking towards the restroom. I walked in, and the moment I did, I started pacing back and forth, back and forth, replaying the encounter that just happened minutes ago. 

“OH MY GOD Y/N! IS THAT ALL YOU COULD MANAGE? ALL YOU DID WAS SAY SORRY! OH I’M SO STUPID, I’M SO STUPID, I’M SO STUUUPID!!!!!” If I had the ability to kick myself, I would have done it by now. 

As I was washing my hands, I looked up, straight in the mirror and deep into my reflection. My god. How did he even stand to look at me. I can’t even look at me.

I looked at every single inch of your face and found a flaw every single way. Like the small faint scar on the top of your upper lip. This scar is hideous. Then my nose;  My nose is enormous. My skin: My skin…my skin is nowhere near clear, why is it filled with so many scars and blemishes? When will I ever be pretty? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Just how did he not vomit by the looks of me. I was flooded with all kinds of thoughts. 

I turned off the faucet, shook the excess water off my hands and placed them underneath the hand dryer. I sighed deeply, still dumbfounded as to how lucky I was to have an encounter with Jimin. As I was walking towards the door, I heard a small thud outside. “Is he still out there? There’s no way he would wait for me.” I uttered. I placed my hand on the door handle, took a deep breath and opened the door.

97 Days

Dean x Reader

A/N: This fic was written for the Love the Ships Supernatural Challenge by @waywardjoy. My prompt was “You called me for this? Why?” “What, you’re upset that I want your opinion now?”

A/N2: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Summary: After 97 Days, you receive a phone call from Dean. “Hey, you need to get here, right now. It’s urgent.” So you do. A surprise is waiting for you. Maybe more than one.

Word Count: 1900+

Warnings: Angst

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