Frame-Grab

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Just some amusing frames from that little EarthBound animation I made about a year ago. 

Y’know, this one –> 

Originally posted by bradshavius

Man, I really need to do more animation. People seem to really like ‘em (compared to my other stuff, anyway), and I don’t do enough. That’s gotta change. 

(Also, bonus hidden background Territorial Oak) 

the almost kiss that i like to think happened that night

what happened during that night between 

and 

Originally posted by makeupbyainster

???


“Stay for just one more drink? And then decide.” Magnus held out the glass in front of Alec, his glitter glinting in the moonlight. Alec stood still, hand slowly pushing his phone back into his pocket. His eyes darted to his jacket that was strewn on the sofa, and then back to Magnus.

Alec closed his and took a deep breath. His mother could wait, at least for tonight. A small smile broke out on Alec’s face as he reached for the glass in Magnus’ hand. “I guess I could stay the night, to look after Luke – that is. If that’s okay with you.” Magnus simply nodded with a smile.

Magnus felt his shoulders relax as he followed the Shadowhunter onto the sofa. They sat next to each other, further apart than Magnus would’ve liked, but together nonetheless. Alec took another sip of his drink, grimacing at the sting one again.

Magnus chuckled. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, Alexander,” he said, clearly amused. Alec smiled back but kept the drink in his hand, leaning back into the couch and relaxing. It had been a while since he had had any free time. Isabelle would be all over him tomorrow.

But he didn’t care. For once he felt comfortable here, and he didn’t care what anybody else had to say about it. Looking around Magnus’ extravagant apartment, Alec’s eyes landed on a small picture frame on the table next to him.

It was a photo from a time that Alec could only guess was almost 200 years ago. He recognised Magnus immediately but the other two pictured didn’t look familiar. He expected Magnus to look younger, and he did, in a sense. He looked less mature, less wise. More carefree, that was for sure. “Who’s this?” asked Alec, curiously. Magnus scooted closer to Alec, still keeping some distance, but leaned in to look at the picture frame. Alec grabbed it and brought it onto his lap so that Magnus could see it better.

Magnus took in a deep breathe. “Green one’s Ragnor. Blue one’s Catarina.”

“Warlocks too?” Alec asked as his fingers ran over the intricately carved wooden frame.

Magnus nodded. “And two of my closest friends. We’ve known each other for almost 400 years now.” Alec raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Magnus. He still had a hard time remembering that Magnus had lived more lifetimes than he could count.

Nudging an elbow into Magnus’ side, Alec laughed. “Exactly how old are you?” he remarked, to which Magnus let out a carefree laugh. He liked the sound of it, Alec decided. An arm flew up to hit Alec in the shoulder.

“Don’t you know that’s rude to ask?” Magnus said in a low voice, his breath tickling Alec’s neck. Alec immediately seized up, gripping the photo frame tightly. Alec licked his suddenly dry lips as his breathing became unsteady. Alec hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

Magnus sighed, making Alec’s skin tickle again. Alec couldn’t tell if there was any magic in that action, but it sure felt like it. “There’s no need to be on guard all the time,” Magnus whispered, his eyes shifting up to meet Alec’s.

Alec looked down at Magnus’ eyes and he could’ve sworn he saw a sparkle in them. Magnus’ hand reached up but hovered over Alec’s neck. He was careful not to touch him unless he was completely comfortable. Alec’s breathe hitched in his throat, he didn’t know how to act. He figured he should lean closer, though he didn’t realise he had even made that decision. Magnus stayed still, his breathing getting heavier every millimeter that Alec got closer.

They weren’t far apart at all when Alec immediately pushed on Magnus’ thigh, a sharp intake of air harsh enough to kill the mood. Magnus turned his head away as Alec stood up abruptly. He clumsily placed the frame back in its position before standing there awkwardly, facing away from Magnus. He had never acted on his impulses before, and today wasn’t the day that would change.

Alec was a calculating man, risks were more Jace’s thing. “Um, I shou- I should go check on Luke,” he mumbled, cringing at the fact that he couldn’t even put a sentence together properly. Alec felt like his entire body was on fire, a burning sensation that just wouldn’t die down. He had never really felt like that before.

Magnus stayed seated on the couch, not wanting to say anything that would make Alec uncomfortable. Magnus didn’t know if Alec would still want to stay the night now. Nevertheless he got up, fished out the only plain grey shirt he owned and placed it on the foot of the guest bed along with a pair of sweatpants. Alec could take the bed tonight. And although Magnus would’ve loved to be in the bed right there with him – not doing anything, just sleeping, not even touching if that’s what it took – he decided it would be best for him to sleep on the couch.

Magnus waited on the couch for what felt like hours for Alec to return. When he didn’t, he decided to walk over to his room. The door was open only partially, enough for Magnus to hear what Luke and Alec were talking about.

“Alec, really, I’m fine…” he heard Luke’s voice say.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, that’s all,” Alec replied nonchalantly. Magnus smiled. Alec always acted tough, but Magnus knew that although Alec hated everything that Clary brought, he would never want anyone to get hurt.

Luke chuckled. “Are you sure that’s it? Or are you trying to avoid Magnus?” he asked in a knowing tone.

“I- It’s not that,” Alec said, taken aback. He sighed. “I just don’t know how to act around him,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Just be yourself,” Luke advised. “And relax, you’re too tense for your own good.” Alec chuckled nervously.

Alec checked his watch. It was getting late. “I should get to bed. Let us know if you need anything.” Magnus backed away from the door as he heard Alec walking closer. He twirled around and pretended to be looking for a book on one of his many bookshelves.

“You can take the bed,” said Magnus.

“And you?” Alec inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine,” said Magnus with a smile. Alec smiled back shyly, turning around and walking into the guest bedroom.


just realised this kinda has parabatri vibes??

hope you enjoyed. let me know if there are any scenarios you would like to see!

in the meantime, magnus consoles alec after a nightmare.

Easter

Warnings: None
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, sister Winchester reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Rowena, Crowley, Lucifer
Summary: EASTER. EGG. HUNT.
Reader’s Age: 5-6 years old
Word count: 1040

Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N: My frens helped with all the ideas so if it seems all over the place that’s because I tried to fit all their ideas into one imagine. (And I didn’t even get them all) But basically everyone is friends in this world! Happy Easter and enjoy!


Waking up with a yawn you stretched as your eyes fluttered open. You looked around your room and saw pastel colors like pink, purple, yellow, and green covering the walls and furniture. You hopped out of bed and trotted over to a small, pink basket with some fake Easter grass covering the bottom of it.

“Easter…” you whispered to yourself. You grabbed the basket and scanned your room, searching for Easter eggs.

Your eyes finally landed on a small blue egg sitting on your bed frame. You ran over, grabbed the egg and set it in your basket.

You opened your door and peeked outside. Streamers decorated the halls. With a smile and a skip in your step, you headed towards the kitchen, picking up a few eggs here and there along the way.

Once you arrived in the kitchen you looked to the table to see a bunch of food. From ham to carrot cake to even butter shaped like a small lamb. Looking around the room you spotted a few Easter eggs.

Picking up what you assume to be the last egg in the kitchen you were startled by a voice that spoke from the corner. “Enjoying the hunt?” You turned around and saw Gabriel finishing a cookie.

“Yeah! I has so many eggs!” You raised your basket to show Gabriel.

“The Easter Bunny was pretty busy,” Gabriel commented. You smiled, grabbed a mini doughnut and headed out of the kitchen.

You padded down the hall into the War Room. You turned the corner to see the one and only, Lucifer. Of course, you didn’t know he was Satan, you only knew him as Luci. He had his feet propped up on the map table and a pair of pink bunny ears on his head.

“Welcome!” he greeted. “Have you found all the eggs yet?”

“Not yet. I have lots of rooms to go,” you responded as you searched the room. Luci unwrapped a piece of candy and plopped it in his mouth.

You made your way into the library where you saw Sam and Dean towards the back by the giant telescope. Sam was sitting down and Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. They both had small smiles as they watched you run around the room looking for eggs.

Once you were done looking for eggs you skipped over to your brothers and showed them your basket. “Lookie! I gots lots of eggs!”

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Sam replied, giving you a soft tap on your shoulder.

“Where are your eggs?” you asked, looking back and forth between your brothers.

“We don’t have any eggs,” Sam responded.

“Oh…” you looked down at your eggs. “Here!” you handed an egg to Sam, then one to Dean. Sam and Dean both smiled.

“Thanks, Y/N/N,” Dean chuckled and ruffled your hair.  

“Happy Easter!” a new voice spoke. You all turned your attention to the man standing in the library, Balthazar. “This is for you,” Balthazar handed you a bottle of wine.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you stared at the wine. As soon as it was in your hands, it was snatched away, you turned around and saw Sam holding the wine with a disapproving face.

“What are you doing? That’s hers,” Balthazar pointed to you.

“She’s five,” Sam argued.

“And when she’s whatever age that bottle of wine better still be here for her.” Balthazar made his point clear.

Balthazar turned around to see Luci standing behind him trying to put bunny ears on him. “What are you doing?” Balthazar backed away.

“You need to get in the Easter spirit,” Luci continued to try and put bunny ears on Balthazar.

“Stop that,” Balthazar pushed Luci’s hand away, earning a giggle from you.

You took two eggs out of your basket and walked over to the angels. You put one in Luci’s hand and the other in Balthazar’s. They both smiled at you and Luci opened his egg.

“Did you forget about me?” Gabriel entered the room. You laughed and grabbed an egg then ran over to Gabe. You handed Gabe the egg and ran back over to your brothers.

“My, oh, my, doesn’t this place look beautiful!” a Scottish voice made its presence known. You turned around and saw Rowena admiring the decorations and Crowley was standing next to her.

“Oh! Dear, what are you still doing in your pajamas? Come, let’s get you in something different.” Rowena held out her hand. You grabbed two eggs and handed one to Crowley who gladly accepted the egg with a small head nod and handed the other to Rowena. You and Rowena then headed to your room.


Rowena dressed you in a pretty, yellow sundress. She curled your hair before taking strands from the front and pinning them back.

You two made your way back into the kitchen where everyone was gathered around the table that was covered with food. You walked over and sat next to Sam; Rowena sat on your other side.

“I feel like we’re missing someone…” Dean commented before sitting down.

“I believe that would be me,” Castiel spoke from behind you. You turned around and jumped out of your seat.

“What are you holding, Cas?” Sam noticed Castiel holding something inside his trench coat.

“A present for Y/N,” Castiel took his hands out of his coat to reveal a small, adorable, fuzzy bunny. You gasped and ran over to him. “Now remember, bunnies are a lot of work, you have to take care of it.”

“Cas, I thought we talked about this. Don’t get her a gift that requires work!” Dean stood up.

“Can we keep it?” you took the bunny from Cas and stared at your brothers with big puppy dog eyes.

“C'mon, Dean. You won’t let her have a dog, you’re allergic to cats, let her at least keep the bunny.” Sam tried to convince his brother.

Dean thought for a moment, staring down at your pleading face; he was already a goner. “Fine,” Dean huffed and threw his arms up, clearly upset he lost this battle.

“YAY!” you cheered and snuggled the rabbit in your arms.

“To Easter,” Crowley raised a glass.

“To Easter!” Everyone said simultaneously, raising their glasses.  


I hope y’all like this one and I’m open for tips on improving!

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anonymous asked:

pleasee write nb!alex in college, like could they meet maggie in college too? also just as a personal preference cause I love the idea could alex have a really cool undercut? wow I love your writing and college nb!alex would be amazing

It’ll all be okay next term.

Next term, when Kara comes to school with them, when Kara will be a freshman.

Because Eliza is always talking about Alex needing to take care of Kara, and Alex is always thinking of taking care of Kara.

But it’s been a while since they’ve realized how much Kara takes care of them, too, without even meaning to.

Because the phone calls and the FaceTime sessions aren’t enough.

Especially now.

Especially now with their new undercut – it took a couple anti-anxiety meds to actually go through with it, because you’re already underperforming in your coursework, Alexandra, and now you’re distracting yourself further with ridiculous haircuts? – and especially now with the binder they’d saved for all of fall term to be able to afford.

The binder that finally helps them be able to wear henleys, because the damn shirts never fell right on their body before. The binder that will undoubtedly draw cries of protest from Eliza, because oh Alexandra – or would you prefer Alexander? You know this is all so much for me to take in – your body is beautiful, and aren’t you concerned about the wear and tear with such intense compression, and what will you do when you have to spend hours in the lab and you get overheated in that thing? You are still intending to spend hours in the lab, aren’t you? Because after you failed that last test, I keep worrying that you’ll just forsake all that you’ve spent so long building for… what? Some girl? Is there a girl? God, can you let me deal with this gender stuff before bringing home a girl? Would that girl be a lesbian, anyway? Oh, Alexan – Alex – why can nothing ever be simple with you, it used to be so simple with you.

The binder that will draw protests, but hell, they’re failing a couple of classes anyway – and Eliza makes sure they can’t forget it – so why not fail at everything, right?

At least, when Alex looks in the mirror with their new binder on – their roommate Lucy had grinned like a fiend listening to Alex stumble around the bathroom, pulling it up over their legs and ass, upside down and backwards, so they could slip it up their body properly, and Lucy’s grin had only gotten bigger at Alex’s excited squeals as they tossed open the door and kept running their hands over their flattened chest, standing front ways, sideways, all ways, tossing on shirt after shirt after shirt, just to watch them finally fit properly – at least when they look in the mirror now, they see their own smile, their own tears, Lucy’s grin, hear Kara’s squeals over FaceTime, rather than Eliza’s disapproval.

“The girls are gonna love you even more than they already did, Danvers,” Lucy nudges them as the two friends sit very illegally on the ledge of their first floor dorm room, their legs hanging out of their window, a couple of feet off the ground, and Alex pffts, and Alex splutters, and Alex blushes.

But then Alex glances down at their newly-bound chest, first with excitement, first with pride, then with… panic, and they grow serious.

“But what if my mom’s right? What if the gay girls just want… well…”

“Straight up girls?”

Alex nods with tears in their eyes.

“You’re amazing, Alex. Binding or not, whatever pronouns you use. Any girl can see that a mile away. And uh… hey. Looks like that gorgeous one already has.”

Alex’s heart plummets and they try to follow Lucy’s gaze, the slight nod of her head, subtly, subtly, subtly.

And then they almost tumble right off the windowsill, because the girl Lucy’s talking about?

The girl who just parked her motorcycle in the lot across from their dorm room, all thick leather jacket and boots and denim and dimples?

That girl is the most beautiful girl Alex has ever seen, and she’s staring right at them.

Alex sends a silent thank you to the queer goddesses that Lucy’s lawyerly aspirations include a military-style commitment to fitness, because somehow, even with her much smaller frame, she manages to grab Alex subtly enough to not make it obvious, strong enough to make sure they don’t splat out of the window.

The girl notices despite Lucy’s subtlety, and she grins.

Her eyes are bright and her dimples are adorable and Lucy mutters a reminder for Alex to breathe.

“Alright there?” the girl calls, and Lucy nudges Alex in the ribs.

“Nice ride,” they call back, and Lucy sits a little straighter, proud of her friend for using… words.

The girl struts over – Alex doesn’t know how to think about her walk as anything other than a confident, almost cocky, strut, and Alex is gone, gone, gone – with a small grin still on her face, a thin backpack slung over both shoulders and her helmet still in her hand.

“You two supposed to be hanging out of your window like that?”

Alex thinks of a lot of possible responses.

You supposed to be so hot amongst unsuspecting queers?

You supposed to be riding that motorcycle on campus? You can cause an accident with how good you look on it.

You supposed to have a voice that sounds like my first kiss and a face that looks like my heaven?

They think of a lot of possible responses, but they only splutter one.

“Sure, we – I mean, no, but pfft, rules? I mean, you rode a Triumph to school, like come on, screw rules, right?”

Lucy grimaces, claps Alex on the shoulder, and swings her legs up and back into their dorm room.

“Well. Good luck with this one,” she says to Maggie with a grin. “I’m Lucy Lane, and their name – if they never get around to telling you – is Alex Danvers. Feel free to stop by any time…”

“Maggie Sawyer,” the girl answers, but her eyes are on Alex’s face, which has gone pale since Lucy used their proper pronouns to introduce them to this gorgeous girl, since Maggie’s eyes traced slowly up and down Alex’s body, taking in their undercut, their flat chest, their boy jeans, their black, short-sleeved henley.

“Well. You kids have fun,” Lucy claps Alex’s shoulder again, and Alex thinks about asking her – begging her – to stay, but Lucy’s hopped back inside before Alex can form words.

“So, college has you so busy that you’re window hanging, Danvers?” the new girl teases. Maggie. Maggie Sawyer.

Alex rolls the name around in their mind, on their tongue, and decide they love it.

They shrug. “I’m usually in the lab.” They point haphazardly in the direction of one of the science buildings. “But I uh… I’ve had a lot going on lately, depression and whatever, and my mom’s been ragging on me more than usual, so I haven’t been doing so great in classes, so they gave me time off from the lab to fix my grades and – shit, I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“They tend to ramble in front of cute girls, Sawyer!” Lucy shouts from inside their living room, and Alex nearly leans in to take a swipe at her, but Maggie just grins.

“They’re lucky I find rambling charming, then,” Maggie calls back with a tilted head and a bright smile.

She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns and she’s smiling at me like maybe she can like me and holy shit, is she – she is – oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna either kill Lucy or get her a car or something as a thank you…

Because Maggie is swinging her backpack off her back and gingerly placing her helmet on top of it on the ground, and she’s arching an eyebrow.

“Want some company up there, Danvers?” she asks, holding up a hand, and Alex gulps, and Alex leans down to grasp it.

They both inhale sharply at the other’s touch, at the strength in the other’s grip. At the spark, the heat, that shoots through both of their bodies on contact.

Alex tugs her up easily, and Maggie situates herself next to them on the window ledge.

“So your parents have hella painful expectations of you too, huh?” she asks, her voice deliberately light.

“Just my mom. My dad, he uh… plane crash.”

“Oh shit, Danvers, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “

“No. No, it’s okay. Your parents too? Expectations?”

Maggie grins wryly and studies their fingernails. “It’s whatever. But hey – looks like you got yourself a nice roommate.”

“Damn right they do!”

“Oh my god, Lucy!”

“What, am I cramping your non-existent style, Al?”

Alex groans but Maggie just laughs. “She looks out for you,” she says softly after a few moments, like it’s hard for her to believe that people have relationships like that. Friendships like that. Family like that.

Like it’s a foreign concept to her.

Alex runs their hand over the side of their head that’s shaved, and bites the inside of their cheek.

“Do you not? Have people who look out for you?”

Maggie just shrugs. “I’m new here. New to… cities, generally.”

Alex studies her for a moment. “Welcome, then, Maggie Sawyer. Consider yourself looked out for.” They hold out their hand, and Maggie looks wary, like touching them again will catapult her into a world she’s scared to go, terrified to trust, petrified to hope for.

But Alex’s face is kind, and it’s open, and damn, it’s cute as hell.

And cute queers always were Maggie’s weakness.

Or, now, maybe… her hope.

She takes Alex’s hand, and shakes it, and she watches Alex groan good-naturedly when Lucy whoops from inside their living room.

“Can you get your own life?!” Alex calls back inside, not bothering to take their hand from Maggie’s.

“Not when yours is so straight out of a movie!”

Alex blushes and Maggie beams and Alex thinks, for once, that maybe, if this is part of their life movie, that they’re not such a failure after all.

I Do ... Not

Request: “hello again!! its the ‘angst anon’!! i’m quite proud of that title to be honest, anyways, i requested the two angsty one shots which i am absolutely loving!! anyways i want to request another incredibly angsty newt x reader (yet again) where newt is married to a woman (any of your choosing, take your pick) and she’s cheating on him and the reader finds out but newt doesn’t believe her??? please and thanks 💗”

Word Count: 2,211

Pairing: Newt x Leta

Requested by my lovely Angst Anon

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


You see it when you don’t want to, when you’re just walking to your favorite book store five blocks away. Grey clouds cover the sun, threatening a storm. That’s the only reason you’re walking so close to the shop windows. If the sun were shining, you’d be closer to the street. With the gusts of bitter wind and the smell of rain hanging heavy in the air, though, you want to be able to duck into a shop should the sky follow through on its threat and break open, drenching anyone walking in cold rain.

You’re not even halfway to the store when the first drop of rain crashes onto the concrete. You pass another few shops before the rain begins to pour. You struggle forward, trying to cover your face, but give up and slip into the first door you see.

The first thing you notice is the heat of the room followed closely by the inviting smell of espresso and hazelnut coffee. People sitting at nearby tables don’t glance at you as you venture further into the shop. Some customers have quills in one hand, drinks in another, while others in animated conversations wave their hands, filling the room with a calming chatter. You start to think you like this spot and that the storm really was a bit of a blessing when you notice the couple in the corner. They hold hands over the middle of the table, talking and laughing like they don’t even know the rest of the shop exists. You wonder for a brief moment if you’ll ever find a relationship like that. The thought disappears when the woman flips her hair.

You freeze. You know her.

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Anger - Tom Wilson (smut)

A/N: Sooooo, this is my first smut ever, so don’t kill me if it isn’t good. I don’t know why I chose Tommy, but he was the first one to come to my mind when I thought about writing a smut imagine.

Word count: 2355

Warnings: VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Above the cut you are safe. Mentions of alcohol. Fighting. Swearing.

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and sigh, unlocking my phone to check if he has texted me and I haven’t seen it. No, he hasn’t. He should’ve got here an hour and a half ago and I’m worried, what if something has happened to him? I’m not the controlling type of girlfriend, but I decide to text him and check if everything is ok.

“Hey, you ok?” The moment I send it I feel rather stupid.

Hey doll. Yeah Im fine, y?” He texts back and I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding.

You should’ve been here by now” I tell him, knowing that I look like an obsessive girl and he is probably laughing about it.

Im at Burra’s” And I don’t answer back.

Any other day I’d have been ok with him spending time with his friends, but not today. Today is our anniversary and he has forgotten. I’ve spent days preparing our Anniversary dinner and his present, and he has forgotten all about it. I look at down at my body, feeling quite embarrassed since I’m only wearing a set of lingerie I’ve bought for tonight and high heels, what was I thinking? My eyes keep traveling through the kitchen; the table is set and the candles burning, the lasagna is untouched and the wine on ice. I’m so fucking stupid. I walk towards the table and blow off the candles while grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a long ship from it.

We haven’t been fine for a while. Actually, I haven’t been fine for a while. The day he asked me to move in with him I almost bursted out of happiness, but moving to Washington has been the beginning of everything going south. I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, I’m sure he does, but we don’t really spend much time together. I knew what he does for living when we started dating, I knew he was going to be busy and travel a lot, but I was expecting a little more time for just us, not us and the guys. Right now I just want to drink my feelings away and so I do, drinking the whole bottle of wine.

“You know what, Tom?” I say, holding the empty bottle in my hand and walking to the kitchen “Fuck you. Fuck your I love yous. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your guys nights. Fuck your move in with me” and I hit the kitchen counter with the bottle, breaking it into a million pieces.

I’m out of control at this point, throwing around the glasses and plates from the table, grabbing framed pictures of us and breaking them, the cushions from the couch flying everywhere, his xbox controllers are now going for a swim in the jug of water… and when I’ve trashed the place I realize that doing it hasn’t made me feel any better and my arms and legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the pieces of glass. I need to calm down so I grab my coat from the entry closet and walk out, going for a walk in the middle of the night, drunk and wearing a set of lingerie, stockings, heels and my coat; probably not the smartest idea I’ve had. It is cold outside and that cools my anger down considerably, I now regret trashing his house. I walk for what it seems hours and I’m frozen and my feet ache when I get back to the building, the doorman nodding at me and I give him a shy smile, I probably look like a mess.

When I walk in the pent house Tom is standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips and radiating anger.

“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” he yells and I flinch a little before my own anger makes me brave.

“What, Tom? WHAT?” I answer back, my voice as loud as his.

“When have you become such a needy bitch, huh?” He asks. Ouch, that stings.

“Me? Needy?” I laugh at him “When have I ever been needy? How many times I have stayed here alone while you went out with your friends? How many times have you stood me up and I haven’t even said a thing?”

“YOU HAVE TRASHED MY FUCKING PLACE, (Y/N)”

“SO NOW IT IS YOUR PLACE? SO MUCH FOR PLEASE COME LIVE WITH ME” I scream and I know we are gonna be in trouble with the neighbors “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT I WAS YOUR FUCKING GUEST”

“DON’T TURN THIS AROUND. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS DONE THIS”

“BECAUSE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE” and I break down, tears streaming down my face and onto my coat.

I look up and his red with anger face is now milky white, his brain running through his calendar. Hit and sunk, Wilson, hit and sunk. His eyes soften and I can see the guilt on his face, looking around and connecting the dots together, the wine, the food on the floor, the glasses, the candles…

“(y/n)… I’m…” I cut him before he can finish the sentence.

“Don’t say you are sorry, please” I whisper and I kick out my heels on an attempt of being more stable since my knees feel like they are going to give in at any second.

“Don’t do that” Tom says, pretty much running to me and holding me so my feet don’t touch the floor “there are pieces of glass everywhere…” and I bury my face on his neck as he walks upstairs to our bedroom.

When he walks in and stops death on his tracks I remember that I had left strawberries and champagne in the room for what was supposed to be a romantic night.

“God, I’m an idiot” he murmurs to himself but I hear him.

“That you are” I agree and he moves me in his arms so now I have to look at him. I want to hide my face but he doesn’t let me.

“I mean it, (y/n). I am so sorry” he tells me and I believe him, but it’s gonna take a little more than that for me to forgive him. “I took you from granted and I haven’t realized how lucky I am for having you until tonight. I love you, I really do”

His words melt my anger and I just nod, kissing him on the cheek while he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

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You Really Are Your Father’s Daughter

Gotham One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Bruce Wayne + Jerome Valeska, Leslie “Lee” Thomkins & Jim Gordon

Warnings: Gotham spoilers, violence

Request: “Could you please write an imagine where the reader is Jim’s daughter and Bruce’s girlfriend when she’s at the GCPD Jerome takes her hostage instead of Lee. Basically Jim and Bruce go after the reader to save her from Jerome since he’s had an obsession with her ever since the last time he was alive. And can the ending be fluffy and adorable please? Thank you!💜” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,920

A/N: Hope you like it !! Sorry if I didn’t get the plot quite correct, because I wasn’t sure if you wanted resurrected Jerome and I don’t remember him abducting Lee when he was resurrected ?? I mean I know he keeps her in her office but anyway…. okay I’m rambling I’ll shut up now. (one shots are still closed !!)

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Steve Rogers and the Father-In-Law of Doom *x Reader* 2/5

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: Your whirlwind relationship to engagement with Steve Rogers, left little time to meet family members. With yours and his work, it left little free time, till now. Chicago, where your father resides. Dr Henry Walton Jones Jr and Steve Rogers go way back.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Indiana Jones, Sam Wilson, Howard Stark, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff
Pairing: Steve x reader

Note: This was inspired when I watched Indiana Jones, the first movie was set during WW2 and figured, he’d know Peggy and stuff if universes collided. I’ve had to change Indy’s age a bit, to fit with Marvel universe, so things are kind off. Don’t question it too much, go with it. - Rosalee

Part One


(This has been queued the day before it goes up. I’m away on break, therefore editing is kinda hard, please be patient if there’s mistakes. I’m working through them now.)

The dining table was filled with awkward tension and unspoken words. You would’ve blamed it on the fact it’s still morning, everyone is still trying to wake up but you aren’t that lucky, it’s due to your father. His steely glare made everyone on edge in the morning for breakfast, he made breakfast in absolute silence, even your brother was twitchy around him.

“So…” Mutt, your brother,(whose name is Henry but everyone calls him Mutt), began and gained the attention of everyone’s eyes. He looked around nervously for a second, “Any… How is wedding planning going?” you sighed gently and looked at your brother, who simply shrugged, at least he accepted Steve.

You half shrugged, “We haven’t really discussed the wedding, yet.” That earned and amused chuckled from your father as he cut into his eggs, sunny side up. “We didn’t want to set anything in stone because we were hoping to get married in the chapel where grandma and grandpa got married, then you and mum,” you softly smile as your dad looked at you, “and I was hoping to wear mum’s dress, I know you kept it.”

For a brief moment, you see a glimmer in your dad’s eye, a sort of happy sadness behind them. When your mum passed away it was left to your dad to look after you, he stopped his adventures and became a full-time teacher, he did his best and still does; he’s just a little protective now, well a lot. The look is soon replaced by a grumbled no, and a shake of his head, you bite your lip and feel a deep weight drop in the pit of your stomach.

“Dad, please will you just-” Your cut off by him slamming his knife down onto the table, the glasses of orange juices rattle and everyone stops, unmoving and all looking down at their plates as if they’re being told off too.

“I said no.” He tells you firmly, “and I mean it, Y/N. No more talk of a wedding, my decision is final. The chapel is where every Jones man has been married. Steven isn’t a Jones and he never will be,” you both stare at each other and he’s the first to look away; picking up his knife and going back to finish his breakfast.

You look across to Steve who looks just as devastated as you do. You didn’t expect this type of reaction from your dad, even if he did know Steve from back then, you didn’t understand why he hated Steve so much and was so against you marrying him. A part of you wondered if maybe it was because he didn’t want you to grow up but he seemed fine with your line of work.

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You sighed and face planted your bed, Steve stood and leant against the doorframe watching as you moved to lay on your back, a small pout pulling at your lips and a deep frown as you stared up at the ceiling. Steve’s eyes glanced around the rest of your childhood room, various posters; mostly maps of various places your dad had been.

On your dresser was a photo frame, Steve walked around your bed and to the dresser where he picked up the white frame. Smiling at the younger you, you had your arm around your brother and you seemed to be in some jungle, your mother and father behind also grinning at the camera.

“You look just like her,” Steve comments and turns his head to where you’re still looking up at the ceiling, he sighs and puts the frame down surveying the room once more before walking to your bed and laying down with you. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

You nodded. “If I knew this is how he’d react I would have eased him in a little more,” you muttered, voice hardly above a whisper.

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” he shrugs, “Your dad hates me. No matter how we told him, what we said, it would have always turned out like this.” You both fall into silence for a few seconds, “maybe… I should talk to him. Just me and him, alone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Stevie.” You chuckle taking a hold of his hand gently, he shakes his head and you exhaled softly, “if you think it will work then sure, I’ll take the guys and my brother out for an hour.”

Steve watches as you sit up; stretching your limbs before leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips then leaving the room to round everyone up. His eyes stay on the pale blue walls of your room, drifting to the open window where the breeze ruffles your curtains, this isn’t how he pictured feeling when meeting your father. He expected some hesitation due to how fast your relationship was, a little anger for not being told till now, but he didn’t expect to not be accepted.

You call his name from downstairs, he gives it one more second before he gets himself up and walks down the creaky, old, staircase where everyone was pulling their jackets on. Your brother and Sam chatting about some sports games, Bucky was giving Steve a nervous smile, Natasha and Clint talking amongst themselves. He feels a hand clap onto his shoulder, Tony smiled encouragingly at Cap.

“Stand your ground, let him know that you love her and nothing will stop you from marrying her, trust me, Henry Junior, will commend your bravery and confidence.” Steve let’s slip a sigh at the advice, not sure whether to take it or not, he hadn’t even decided what he’d say to your father when alone.

“He’s in his study, he goes there to think, so could be a good sign.” You slide up as Tony slips away and out the front door, Steve nods with a fake smile as your wrap your arms around his neck. “If you need back-up, call me. Don’t let anything he says get to you, he’s an overprotective jackass, but he’s still my dad. Just… try to be his friend?” You suggest and Steve rolls his eyes with a chuckle, shushing you with a gentle kiss, “I love you.” You grin as you walk out the front door, leaving Steve in your dad’s home alone, with him.

Steve walks down to the end of the hall; passing the living room and to a burnt red oak door that had your father’s- father name on a plaque. He lifts his hand to knock, hesitating before pulling the hand away. He couldn’t do it: he couldn’t face the man that wants to eat him alive. He should’ve asked for Bucky or, at least, Sam to stay behind, as a precaution.

Biting his lip he paces a few quiet steps on the wood, stopping and looking at the door, once more opting to not knock. It’s pathetic really, he can fight and face aliens and Hydra, but your dad? No way. All he wants is his blessing, all he wants is to be accepted, all he wants is for Henry to accept the fact that you love Steve.

Without a second thought, Steve knocks the door, hard, three loud knocks.

“Enter.” Is all that he receives and he takes ahold of the golden door handle, pushing it down to open.

*Indiana Jones p.o.v* (I may revert from Indiana to Henry through this, sorry if I do, I’m trying to stick to just Henry for now.)

(Credit to Gif owner- I couldn’t find you, even though this was from tumblr gif search!)

Henry closed the door to his study and let go a few short breaths of air. His hands still balled into tight fists, anger coursing through his veins and he’s sweating with anger, almost. He pushes off the door and walks to the brown desk, sitting in the old leather chair and resting his elbows on the surface, face in hands as he tries to control his temper.

He looks up making eye contact with the photo of his father, he looked almost judgemental, as usual. His piercing eyes staring directly into Henry’s, as if to say, you’re doing everything wrong and being an idiot again. He reaches forward and grabs the frame, opening up the top draw to hide the photo, only he’s met with another gaze.

His breath hitches briefly as he looks down at his wife, his love, your mum. It was a photo of just her, in Egypt, him and Marion both went back for their anniversary. Her bright smile, loving eyes, you had her eyes and smile. She’d know exactly what to say, she wouldn’t have let him get this angry, she would have liked Steve. He rolls his eyes at the photo as if she would just shake her head back at him. He picks up the photo gently, studying it for a few seconds.

“You would be on her side,” he sighs. “She’s getting married, our little girl and I don’t know what to do,” he hears the pacing of the footsteps outside the door, Steve footsteps. “I’m talking to a photo, I’m losing my mind.” He places the photo down as the door knocks, three loud taps and he contemplates being silent, but when he leans back against the chair he catches Marion’s gaze once more and he sighs. “Enter!”

“Sir, I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna sit there and listen to what I have to say,” Steve tells him firmly and Henry raises an eyebrow at the tone, “please?” His voice lacking the authoritative nature from before.

“Go for it, spright!” Henry stares at the man before him, shaking with determination or maybe, fear? One of the two. His eyes briefly glance down to the photo, catching the gaze of his wife, he leans back against the chair in nonchalance. Ready to hear whatever this idiot wanted to say but already knowing it wasn’t going to change his mind.

Henry watches as Steve thinks how to word his next, heroic, speech. “I came here with the hope that I’d be meeting the girl. that I love, dad. I didn’t care what her background was or how many people I had to meet before we got married, I just wanted a blessing, I wanted her family to acknowledge our love and accept it.” Henry quirks a brow to let him know he’s still listening. “When I saw you, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, I knew you’d make it difficult but… I love your daughter and she loves me, isn’t that enough? To stop whatever vendetta you have out for me? I’ve proved enough that I love her! To some it’s fast but I’ve lost my best years to the army, to the ice, I didn’t want to wait because I’ve waited too long for happiness.” Steve finally breathes normally after that, his eyes shining with love and compassion, hope.

Henry nods slowly, mulling over the marvellous speech that was probably, prepared for this moment. It’s silent as Steve stands, shifting from foot to foot, waiting to hear some kind of response from Henry who is looking down at the desk. He’s looking directly at the photo, knowing he’s in over his head with this. Marion would have everything sorted within an hour, she would’ve welcomed Steve in with open arms and a wide smile, of course, apprehensive at first but she was kind and loving; like you.

“Y/N looks just like her,” He hears Steve mutter and looks up to see Steve looking at the photo also.

Henry nods. “She’s just like her mother, looks and personality, all her best qualities are from Marion.” Steve nods slowly, “I know what you’re doing and it’s not working.” Henry grumbles, taking the photo, gently, and placing it in the draw, shutting that a little forcefully. He’s glaring at Steve now, seething with anger, trying to use the photo of his wife as a distraction.

“I don’t think that’s true, sir.” Steve offers gently, “There are times when I can now see she’s like you, your brashness and needs for adventure, I met her at a party. Introduced by Stark, obviously, he knows everyone. She was so… different. She holds her alcohol better than my friend, Bucky,” Steve chuckled at some memory that he conjured up.

Henry rolled his eyes. “Just like her mother, trust me. Not an ounce of me in that kid, Spright. Marion could drink men under the table and had a mean right hook, it’s why I loved her…” Henry smiled to himself. “Her last name is Jones but she’s a Ravenwood. Those women are one of a kind; intelligent, street-savvy, adventurous and beautiful…” He looks at Steve who is nodding, agreeing, “And too good for you!” Henry snaps causing Steve to sigh. “I don’t know what you thought this little speech would do but it didn’t work, Marion, my wife may have liked you but she’s not here.” He turns his chair away, defiantly,  crossing his arms and he looks at the window. Seeing Steve’s reflection, his shoulders slump as he turns around, opening the door before giving one last look at the back of the chair.

“I’m sorry you lost, Marion,” Steve sincerely tells him. “Y/N, she has your stubbornness, I don’t want her to lose her dad over me or for you to lose your daughter.” The door is shut gently and silently.

Normal P.O.V

You returned back to the house, sighing gently when you see Steve sat outside, sat on the porch with his head in his hands. Your brother leads everyone inside through the backway, letting you and Steve have a moment of privacy.

“I made it worse,” Steve mutters as you sit down beside him. “I said this whole grand speech then ruined it by asking about your mum,” you cringed that was always a sore topic. “I don’t want this feud between anyone, I don’t want your dad hating me or you hating your dad.” Steve sighs, you wrap your arms around him.

You breathe in Steve’s scent as he rests his head on top of your own. It’s silent between you both, the wind blowing through your hair but the warmth Steve provides is comforting. “It will all work out, I promise.” You mumble into his chest. Before you can console him some more your phone rings, breaking the intimate moment between you. “I got to take this.” You stand up and walk a few steps away from Steve, answering the phone to one of your colleagues. They say one word, one little word and you’re running inside, pushing past everyone and to your room.

You start packing together a bag, not noticing the concerned look Steve has at the doorway. “Finn just called, they’ve found it, Stevie.” You grin but go back to packing, “all this time we’ve been looking. It was right under our noises, well, the last piece was in France but Indonesia. They’ve found a temple, it may have the sword of Lü Dongbin’s, considering he’s one of the eight Chinese immortals… Indonesia, that’s so strange and France?” You question and ramble to yourself.

“You’re leaving?” Steve asks, finally, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Who’s leaving?” You look behind Steve’s broad shoulder to your father and you grin, knowing this would make him happy.

“They’ve found it,” it’s all you need to say before your dad pushes pass Steve and hugs you, joyously. “I’m getting a plane and meeting my team there, I’m sorry for leaving, especially when I just got here and we haven’t even discussed-” You’re cut off by your dad.

He starts helping you pack. “Nonsense, you need to go and be there. We’ll discuss whatever you want when you come back, it was so nice meeting your friends and… Steve,” he smiles brightly and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Steve is staying here, so are the rest of them,” Both your fiance and your dad look baffled. “I’ll be back within a week. And when I’m back, I expect you both to be getting along, got it?” You asked crossing your arms.

(Let me know what you think, sorry it’s taking so long for updates. Been busy, next one of this will be next Saturday. - Rosalee)


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Ashes Pt. 3 [M]

Genre: Angst, Smut, Vampure AU

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 6.0k

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Undead soulmates, what a fucking joke. You had closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears. But you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Not your sadness but his. You opened your eyes to see a disappointed Hoseok. He was standing in front of you. Clearly not knowing what to do.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled before disappearing into another part of the house. You instantly felt guilty. You didn’t mean to hurt him. Even though he was no longer in front of you, you could still feel him. The Bond.

“This isn’t a laughing matter” Jimin spat. His voice sent shivers down your spine, “Hoseok is one of my oldest friends. And if you treat him like shit I’ll have no problem ripping out your fangs”

You stared wide-eyed. Unable to respond, you watched in silence as Jimin traced Hoseok’s footsteps and disappeared into the house.

“You have to watch yourself” Yoongi warned you.

Turning around, you were suddenly aware that the other vampires were still in the room. Staring at you. “What do you mean?” you asked.

Namjoon sighed, “How much do you actually know about being a vampire?”

You bit your lip, “I know I need to drink blood. And that if I got outside I’ll burn to a crisp. And now I apparently have a soulmate” you watched as Namjoon rubbed one of his hands against his temple “What?” you asked.

Namjoon pursed his lips in a tight line, “You have a lot to learn”

“And let me guess, you’re going to teach me?” you asked sarcastically.

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#244: You Meet At A Masquerade Ball

A/N:

This one makes me really excited because it was different and original I couldn’t say yes fast enough when it was requested. @urbanstrangersfanfics was the one coming up with the idea in my DM’s and normally I don’t check those because of spam but god I’m happy I did!!! :-) x

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here 

Luke:

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Normally when hearing that sentence, it was assumed that the person never actually mean his words. It was something said out of habit without giving a single glance towards the person being bumped into, but when you both shared the eye contact you could tell there was something to it. “It’s alright.” You casually mumbled and fiddled with your dress, not really knowing what to say or where to go. You had been standing at the same spot for at least an hour now. He looked down at you with a blush on his cheeks by the otherwise little push he had given you in the shoulder and placed his hands into his blazer pockets. “I’m sorry I’m so awkward I’ve just been away from my friends and with all these masks I’m having trouble trying to find any of them. You know that feeling?” The way he was looking down at you with blue eyes that charmed their way out of his black masquerade mask showed that he was actually a little bit nervous but you didn’t mind. “I’ve been standing here in the same spot for too long now. My friend had the same mask as someone else but now I feel like I’ve seen the same beige one seven times.” You fiddled with the glass in your hand and laughed quietly when he giggled as well. The only thing that seemed to stand out from his mask was his curly locks and tall frame that with eyes, seemed almost magical. “Well while we’re both lost,” He reached his hand forward in invitation of a dance and nodded his head towards the dance floor filled with many unfamiliar guests, “How about we introduce our secret selves with a little formal dance?”

Calum:

“Oh, no no this wasn’t supposed to happen!” He exclaimed with wide eyes and kept on almost apologizing, his hands fumbling around the back of his hair, “This is so embarrassing I’m not even shocked it is happening to me.” It had been less than seconds before he had gotten the chance to introduce himself to you that he in accident felt his mask starting to lose. It had been in a quick reaction that he placed his drink onto the table behind you and grabbed onto the mask to make sure he wasn’t revealing himself. It was all about the secrets, it was what the ball was about in the first place and he wanted the keep his anonymous identity. You stood for a few seconds debating with yourself whether or not to help because he was getting a little bit stressed, his inked hands shaking to get the mask wrapped around his face again. “Here, let me help you.” You couldn’t witness his helpless self anymore and leaned up to his tall frame to grab the mask from his rough fingers and tied a small knot yourself. He stood completely relieved by your help and cleared his throat when getting eye contact, letting you see the chocolate orbs of his. “I’m Calum, by the way.” He introduced in laughter, “Sorry about the panic. I just really adore the traditions of these kinds of balls and I’d be sad to do a complete fool of myself already before even getting the chance to introduce my name.” “That’s completely fine.” You replied and took a step back to see him fully, his hair wasn’t that short but he still looked great. “I’m Y/N.” You grabbed your drink and reached out to shake his hand politely, seeing him give you an award-winning smile.

Michael:

”Normally I would never have the confidence to do this but since this is a night of secret faces I thought I had to do something different.” You looked up confused by the sudden guy taking a seat on the mini bar you had seated yourself at, eyes wide by his sudden gesture. “And must I admit your eyes are just as pretty as they looked on far distance.” A deep blush came to your cheeks by his compliment and he smiled gently, “Okay I’ve been drinking plenty of welcome champagne and my mask is white and made out of paper… But hey, at least I’m trying.” He ran a hand through his dirty blond locks and chuckled quietly at his behavior. “I think you’re very good at what you’re doing right now.” You giggled softly and swirled the olive around your glass of martini with a toothpick. He smiled to himself by your words and positioned on the bar chair so he could look over at the view of people dancing. “You were dragged here by your friends as well?” He questioned and played with the mask he was wearing, having the navy blue color. “Yeah I’m not really sure if this is actually my thing.” You admitted and hurried to drink the rest of your glass when he suddenly grabbed you down and pulled you from the chair. “That makes you my partner in crime of the night! I’m getting revenge on my friends for dragging me here by loosening people’s mask to reveal their faces!” You had absolutely no idea who this dude was but it was better than drinking alone and trying to get over the night. “And the best thing,” He announced, “We’re both masked. Nobody will ever find out that it’s us.”

Ashton:

“I’m gonna warn you already! I’m a horrible dancer.” Your eyes looked up dizzy by the sudden change of dance partner, seeing a curly haired lad stand in front of you with a black mask and hazel eyes. “But I’m gonna try my best just to make sure I don’t embarrass us.” He gently grabbed your hand and wrapped the other around your waist, doing his utter best to not fail. You giggled softly by his nervousness and bit down on your lip, you hadn’t seen him around. He was in fact doing very well, he had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn’t that you were bumping between other partners and his smile seemed to make everything ten times better. “I think you’re doing very well.” You admitted, seeing it become even wider and he looked down at his shoes almost forgetting his next step and knocked himself into you. “Okay I’m gonna keep quiet not to trigger it.” You exclaimed and he was quick to laugh. “I just gotta concentrate, mysterious girl.” He gave you an extra look as if he was trying to figure out who you were but truth was you had never seen each other before so giving up would be the easiest way. He had this expression that told he was trying his best but he only hummed. “If we survive this dance maybe you’ll be able to see my face.” A challenging expression came to his face by your words and he licked his lips carefully before giving your shoes another glance. That was definitely something he found interesting and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.  “Then I must prepare myself for something great because with eyes like yours it’s killing me not to see the rest of your beautiful face.”

lost and found xvii

 bughead fanfiction - chapter seventeen - unbeta’d

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“I lost my way
all the way to you
and in you
I found all the way
back to me.”
—Atticus

There’s something liberating in forgiveness.

A murmur of a candle flickering back to life in the dark parts of one’s soul, Betty wonders how many years of heartache she’d have saved herself if she learned to forgive sooner. Not just her family, but herself.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness. It can only fester.

It takes Betty longer than she cares to admit in realizing that, though she’d forgiven her father, the anger toward Polly’s decision to take her life—Betty hadn’t forgiven her sister for that. It’d only been when Tobi one day grabbed the frame off his grandma Alice’s bookshelf, his five-year-old self running it up to Betty and Alice as they chatted in the kitchen.

“Momma, look, there’s two of you!”

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Of Dim Lights and Silent Nights (M)

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

**GIF NOT MINE

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre: Smut 

Length:   3,761 words

Plot:  Nothing seems unusual when your boyfriend invited you to drive to their dorms to give him and the boys’ ramen, until you step foot inside the dorm that you’ve realized something strange is happening.

Warning/s: Strictly boy x boy smut, Extreme make out session between two men, Voyeurism, Female Masturbation, Pillow humping (don’t ask alsdkgha), dirty talk, etc. (shit I’m going to fucking hell)

A/N:  HEY guys… SO this is again abrupt writing and I am honestly a thirsty hoe for Markbum and there’s not much Markbum smut out there so I wrote a quick (I guess) smut for the two of them (but this involves a female reader also) and it’s in the 2nd Voyeurism POV SO THAT’S IT ENJOY (I guess I should consider this as a birthday gift for myself LMAO)


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The Labyrinth Chapter 16

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 1.7k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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One Love

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: kihyun, female
genre/warning(s): fluff, why do i suck at fluff
length: 2K+
summary: (request) Hiiii :) I love your scenarios and would like to request a Kihyun scenario, where you’re both idols and are casted in the same drama as a couple and eventually fall In love with each other in real :) Thank you

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Ride you like my Harley (Trixya) - Chapter 5 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. If anyone reading this watches the show, I hope you are not bothered with me changing the storylines for my needs. Whoopsies.
Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

T/W - bad language, probably grammar mistakes, horrible pick up lines and puns, mentions of drugs, rape, adoption, death and violence.

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