No Strings (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,030

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!

“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”

“Y/N I am your boss.”

“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”

“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”

“We are going to get married at the chapel!”

“At the chapel I see.”


“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.

Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”

“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.

“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out in laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.

“I see.”

“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.

“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.

“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.

“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorable.

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”


“You broke your arm. Remember?”


“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”

“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.

“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.

“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.

“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”

“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.

“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.

“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed to his boss.

‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.

“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and wide smile stretched to her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”

Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”

“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”

“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”

“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings wit a bright smile to the nurse. The people bursted into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that she left the team again.

Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you have give me a blue ring okay?”

“Okay,” Hotch relents with smile that is usually unseen.

“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.

“I will.”

“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.

But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.

Spank Me

Summary: When investigating a apartment Dean, Sam, and Y/N discover a paddle. Y/N gets nervous seeing it and the brothers soon discover she likes to be spanked. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings: NSFW, spanking, dirty talk, public sex, smut, 

Word Count: 2,202

A/N: Thank you @attractiverandomness for beta reading girl! This one was hot to write I very much enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well. 

Originally posted by lauraboline

“You said all the windows and doors were locked?” You questioned the elderly landlord standing in front of you. “There were no signs of forced entry and nothing was stolen?”

“No, it’s just like I told the officers Agent Rowling, there was nothing in here but the dead girl.” She looked around the empty apartment apprehensively, before her eyes were drawn to the blood stained wood. “All I know is the neighbors were complaining about the smell. That’s when we found her; the poor thing.” She shook her head back and forth, holding her fist in front of her mouth and nose. “I hope you three find the sick bastard who did this.” She nodded, clearly affected by the trauma.

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unholygift  asked:

What would S, M and T bros do if they saw their s/o rolling around their room and laughing like a little child?

Depends on what you are laughing about.


Shu - Though he thinks you are adorable you are too loud and would like for you to be more quiet about it.

Reiji - “Would you stop acting like a child.” Finds your antics rather unamusing. You are too to be doing that.

Ayato - Would probably be laughing with you even though he doesn’t know what you two are laughing about.

Kanato - “You’re too noisy… stop it.” He’s the only cute one around here so get in line.

Laito - Laito finds your antics adorable and could watch you go on for hours even after you become annoying.

Subaru - He’d shake his head and walk away with a smirk, you’re such a dork… but you’re his dork.


Ruki - “Livestock do I need to remind you that you are not a child?” That question is scarier than you think.

Kou - He’d record it for social media because of how utterly adorable you are.

Yuma - He’d watch you go on for a while mumbling about how much of a dork you were and go back to the garden.

Azusa - He’d lay in the floor with you just to watch your laughing face as he felt butterflies in his stomach every time a giggle left you.


Carla - He’d observe you while you were in this state… humans were weird creatures all right. But he did like hearing you laugh.

Shin - He’d be laughing with you to, even if he doesn’t know what it is. If you ask him he’ll say of course he does, but that’s just a cover up.

My job was to squeeze the coagulated blood down the hole in the floor. The blood was not to exceed more than 3 inches deep. I remember the smell, the uncontrollable shaking and the fearful cries of the cows while they were waiting their turn at death. I know they knew death was near. I remember the Kill Floor team high-fiving each other because they broke the record, killing 107 cows in 1 hour.
—  Peter Swissdorf, slaughterhouse worker

John has to meet Sherlock for a case whose crime scene just happens to be on a roof. His first response is to panic. The last time he saw Sherlock on a roof… 

John was already in the cab, and only a few minutes away, when Sherlock’s name finally popped up on his phone. John rolled his eyes. After multiple ring outs he’d resorted to texting Anderson of all people for the location of the crime scene. He considered not answering, as payback maybe, but held the phone to his ear all the same.

“Would you look at that? Only took me five tries. Shall we call that the new record, then?”

Sherlock payed no mind to John’s sarcasm (he rarely did) and simple pushed forward, “Brilliant case, John. Brilliant. Who’d have thought to use sunlight as the weapon? Sunlight. A bit of well-directed sunlight would do the job, yes, of course-”

John laughed softly, shaking his head as Sherlock rambled on, “Yeah, of course. Why not.” He sandwiched the phone between his shoulder and cheek, listening while counting bills for the cabbie. He cut Sherlock off somewhere between recounting the effects of UV Rays on skin cells, “Where shall I meet you then?”

There was a beat, “You aren’t here?”

John slammed the door shut with a little too much enthusiasm at that, “What? No. Why did you think I’m calling you?”

Sherlock started to speak then stopped. John could picture the frown that was surely now set in place, “I was just talking to you…” Sherlock mumbled.

“Well, do you mind a bit of a repeat?”

Sherlock huffed, “Hate repeating myself. But you’ll be no use if uninformed, so, I suppose. The primary evidence wa-“

“Not now. Jesus, just tell me where to meet…”

“John?” Sherlock sounded more annoyed by John’s sudden lack of voice than concerned. He huffed, “We didn’t loose service, this is a prime spot. I’m on a roof for god sake. I can also hear you breathing. John, hello?”


John felt as if the air had been kicked from his lungs. The feeling was a sudden, horrid squeezing that he hadn’t expected. He could see Sherlock very plainly on said roof. He could pick out the way his coat flapped around him even from below. Sherlock was stood near the edge, hand pressed to the cement ledge, forensic people milling about him. Much too close to the ledge. John squeezed his eyes shut, and suddenly Sherlock was standing on the ledge, arms out, falling forward-

He opened his eyes. Sherlock was behind the ledge, not falling, phone still held to his ear. He blinked and he was falling again. John stumbled forward.


“Sh.. Sherlock, don’t-“ His words gave out to a gasp of air, and his feet were carrying him forward at a run, “Don’t-“ He tried again.

“Don’t? Don’t what?” John watched as Sherlock turned, swore he could see the confused squint. His heart lurched. He was facing the ledge now. Totally oblivious to how it looked.

“Don’t move. God, don’t move.”

John took the stairs two at a time. The elevator would be too slow, and he wasn’t sure his heart could handle that right now. You’re being irrational his mind told him, and yet his heart thudded and images of fallingfallingfalling played behind his eyelids.

He burst through the roof door, gasping and zeroing in on Sherlock immediately. Sherlock’s eyes found him just as quickly, but it couldn’t have been that hard with the speed at which John was coming at him.

Sherlock held his hands out in a frustrated manner, “What is the point of phone calls if you aren’t going to-“

The rest of his sentence got lost in John’s hands fisting the collar of his coat and yanking him away from the cement barrier, the only thing separating them from air and space and fallingfalling

Sherlock’s composure crumpled for just a moment, utter surprise breaking through at the contact. His hands came up to cover John’s as they stumbled, John nearly slumping against him. Sherlock stared hard at him, mind reeling:

Hands shaking. Anxiety. Cheeks flushed. Usually embarrassment but given trembling most likely also anxiety.

“Just- don’t stand there will you? God, just-“ John pulled Sherlock closer to himself by his jacket rather harshly, “Jesus..“ He bowed his head slightly, desperately trying to control his breathing.

Sherlock tried to steady John, tried to figure out what was wrong, assessing the situation. He added John’s sharp breathing to the list.

John had run right to him so clearly Sherlock was the source of this reaction. He backtracked to what he had said on the phone. The case. They’d only talked of the case. Not verbally triggered then.

General triggers for anxiety. They listed themselves, sparking through his skull. Verbal, Personal, Sensual, Locational-

Sherlock’s thoughts froze for a fraction of a second, then were sent reeling left, back to their phone call.

“Just tell me where to meet…”

Trail off. Tone change.

“I’m on a roof for god sake.”


Verbal and locational trigger all in response to…

His mind screeched to a halt.

“Oh, John…”

“I know.” John was breathing deeply in through his nose, fists still tight on Sherlock’s coat, “I know. I just- saw you there. Up. Near the- Jesus, I know it’s-“

“John.” John finally stopped trying to speak at the sheer softness present in Sherlock’s voice. It was so rare that he was sure he’d always stop when it made an appearance. He didn’t look up though. He could still feel an insufferable sting behind his eyes.

“I didn’t even think. I didn’t realize the… the weight of those particular- of this particular situation.” Sherlock’s fingers tightened fractionally around John’s where they had remained from Sherlock’s surprise, “I’m sorry.”

John took one more breath, exhaling harshly and then straightening, slowly letting go of Sherlock’s coat, “Right. No, it’s fine. I should be able to be on a roof with you. This is… ridiculous. Sorry.” He huffed again, blinking and finally looking up at Sherlock, “Right. Okay, the case. Sunlight, UV rays or- something, what were you saying? Shall we take a look-“

John stopped again, closing his eyes briefly at the feeling of cool fingers catching around his wrist. He looked back at Sherlock, hoping his eyes didn’t show how hard his heart was still pounding. “C’mon then.” He tried. His voice cracked a little.

“I wouldn’t. Again. You don’t have to worry.” He was taken aback by the look on Sherlock’s face. So close to desperation, “John, I don’t want you to ever think I’d… leave… you.” He seemed tentative at his choice of words. “Not intentionally. Please don’t worry.”

John stared for a moment, aware of Sherlock’s hand still around his, aware that he was real and standing before him. He was hit again with what still felt like an unreal, monumental second chance with the man who he never expected to mean so much to him.

“I’m always going to worry.” He shook his head, offering a smile that was half pain half relief, “Sherlock. I’m always going to worry.”

Sherlock let John lead him back to work this time, images of bonfires and bomb vests consuming his thoughts.

He’d always worry too.

(I. love. them. God. Thank you to this fic for finally breaking my writers block THANK YOU)

Just a Friend to you

Josh Dun x reader: Just a friend to you

Request: Tyler or josh x reader based on the song ‘just a friend to you’ by Meghan trainor? ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: None

Why you gotta hug me
Like that every time you see me?
Why you always making me laugh
Swear you’re catching feelings


“Hey (Y/n)!” you spin around to see your best friends Josh, Tyler and Jenna sitting in a booth of the diner you just walked into.

Your heart rate quickens when you see Josh stand up and make his way towards you, before you can react he pulls you into a tight embrace “I missed you” he whispers as he leans his head into the crook of your neck letting your senses fill up with a mixture of sweat and deodorant. He squeezes you one last time before letting you go, “Hi (Y/n)” Jenna speaks as she pulls you into a tight embrace, Tyler awkwardly gives you a one armed hug “How have you guys been? It’s been like a week since I’ve last seen you” you question

Before anyone else could say a word, Josh spoke up, “oh yeah we’ve just been fighting aliens” “Aliens aren’t real Josh” you smiled shaking your head “Well have you ever seen one (Y/n)” he fires back “Nope I can’t say I have” “You’re welcome” he says.

You chuckle while looking down at your shoes.

“We better go, we have some recording at the studio to do” Tyler speaks

“Alright well have fun boys, and Jenna” you reply while finally looking up, Jenna flashes you a smile “Cya (Y/n)” heading for the door with Tyler, “Catch up with you guys soon hopefully” you call out to them, Josh kisses your forehead “Goodbye (Y/n)” you were too stunned to reply before the bright yellow haired man made his way out the door,

You slump down at a nearby table and got ready to order something.

I loved you from the start
So it breaks my heart

When you say I’m just a friend to you
'Cause friends don’t do the things we do
Everybody knows you love me too
Tryna be careful with the words I use
I say it 'cause I’m dying to
I’m so much more than just a friend to you

You’ve been friends with Josh since high school,

You were the one he cuddled up to when he was lonely,

You even went to prom together but ‘Just as friends’ which broke your heart , Tyler and Jenna have both talked about it to you, “He likes you trust me, you just gotta make the first move” you can recall Tyler saying “By the way he acts around you pretty much everyone thinks he’s in love” said Jenna.

You have wanted to tell Josh about your feelings since high school but you never did for the fear of rejection.

When there’s other people around
You never wanna kiss me
You tell me it’s too late to hang out
Then you say you miss me


You stare at your now cold coffee recalling all the times Josh has kissed you (not on the lips) when no one was around, at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding we were both outside getting some fresh air he told you he can’t wait to get married one day and then kissed your temple before walking back inside, When you Jenna, Tyler and Josh were having a movie night and Tyler and Jenna went out to get some junk food Josh kissed your cheek before getting up to go get a glass of water.

It’s been a year since you and Josh have hung out alone, he always says that he is busy no matter what day or time you ask, but then says that he misses hanging out.

It confuses you.

A friend to you
A friend to you
A friend to you

You have mentioned to Josh about being more than friends.

“Hey Josh imagine if we were like Tyler and Jenna” you hinted “Yeah but we are just friends (Y/n) that wouldn’t work”


Yes I know I didn’t use all of the lyrics (that’s because there is a lot of repetition)

This was my first song imagine so don’t be afraid to tell me how I did, the person that requested this you can get me to do it again if I didn’t do the song enough justice J

Have a good day/night everyone, stay alive

Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕


Originally posted by taesyong

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The Future of Us

Summary: You find something Harry had hidden and now he’s home and it’s too late to put it back, based off of, “what’re you hiding behind your back?”

Warnings: None, this is fluff with no cursing or anything.

Also, I threw in Harry calling you pet because for some reason I’m a sucker for that.

The ring was beautiful.

You had been digging through Harry’s side of the closet looking for one of his sweater’s to pack for his upcoming trip to California and you had accidently knocked the ring box off the shelf, and well, here you are now.

The ring sparkles in your bedroom light and a smile blooms across your face, he’s proposing. You and Harry had talked about getting married a few times, but it had never seemed like he was getting down on one knee soon, always years into the future when things had settled down.

You’re debating trying the ring on when you hear footsteps coming towards the bedroom, “Shit,” you mutter snapping the box shut and looking around helplessly before you put your hands behind your back as the door opens.

You sit on the bed and keep the ring box behind your back as Harry walks towards you,“‘Ello, pet.” He leans and kisses your forehead before leaning back to look at you.

“Hi,” you smile up at him innocently as he runs a hand through your hair, “you’re home early.”

Harry smiles lightly, “Decided to record more tomorrow, thought you’d be happy,” he goes to pull your arm from behind you and you lean your body away.

“I am, just thought I had more time, I would’ve cooked.” Harry gives you a confused look going for your arm again as you lean away more.

“What’re you hiding behind your back?” Harry frowns trying to reach around you and take whatever you have from your hands.

You crawl up the bed quickly while shaking your head, “Nothing.”

Harry gives you an unimpressed look, “Then why are you crawling away from me?”

“My hands are dirty, don’t wanna get you dirty.” You shrug as Harry climbs towards you.

“Come on, Y/N.” Harry places his hands on your waist to keep you from moving away, “What do you have?”

“Nothing.” You frown trying to squirm out of his hold.



He begins to tickle your side causing you to squirm more and your grip on the box loosens. Harry quickly reaches behind you to take it from your hand, “No!” You sit up as Harry moves his hands away from you, a frown makes it’s way onto his face.

“I was looking for a sweater and it fell!” You rest a hand on his thigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin it.”

A silence washes over the two of you as he fidgets with the box and guilt weighs on you as you watch, “I’m so sorry.”

Harry shakes his head and gives you a small smile, “I had something planned last week and chickened out. Then I was gonna do it last night but chickened out again, and a bunch of other times.”


“I’ve had the ring for four months.” Harry frowns, “If you didn’t find it we probably wouldn’t be engaged for another year. Don’t worry about it.”

Harry tries to place the ring on your finger, but you snatch your hand away from him, “You didn’t ask,” You smile up at him, “we’re not engaged until you ask.”

Harry laughs and takes your hand in his, “Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man ever and marry me?”

You nod excitedly letting him put the ring on your finger before wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pull you into his lap.

Harry smiles and presses kisses all over your face, from your forehead, to your cheeks, to your lips and you smile softly allowing him to do so, “We’re getting married.” He whispers and you nod before pulling him in for something deeper than his small pecks.

Hi, I hope you guys enjoy this fluffy thing.

If you liked it tell me, it always means a lot and if you want anything go ahead and request or send a prompt from this or this or even this (I love prompt lists, sue me)

Thank you for reading, have a good day!

Keeping Quiet

Warnings: None

Rating: M

Word Count: 1049

“Mmm, Dan,” I moaned into my boyfriend’s neck. Dragging moist, parted lips down ivory skin, I chose to bite down. Dan groaned and the space he occupied between my breasts vibrated.  Large hands had a hold of my hips, which were currently bouncing on his cock. My thighs pressed hard into his sides when he brushed that oh so sweet spot inside of me. Sliding my lips back up his sensitive skin, I brushed them just barely against the shell of his ear. “We should-ah! We should probably move this to your bedroom,” I rasped. One of Dan’s sweaty hands braced itself against the center of my back, and he tilted his face upward. His eyes were molten and those delicious pink lips were swollen. A trace of a smirk was there. “You really want me to stop, princess?” I rolled my eyes but bit my lip at the nickname. “Don’t call me that! Unless you want me to call you Daddy,” I teased. The smirk was gone. He brought me down on him hard and I knew I’d gotten him. Whenever Phil wasn’t home we found ourselves having sex in all sorts of creative places around the flat. Hell, we’d gone at it on this sofa at least three times now. We continued our love making, the sun having set and the room getting dimmer by the minute. We didn’t need light, though, not when we were connected like this.

Phil wasn’t out as long as we thought he’d be though, and Dan froze us when keys jingled and the door knob shook. Dan’s palms got sweaty against my skin, and I started breathing quicker. We heard plastic bags being set down, and Phil was most likely listening to something with headphones. Dan, having realized this, started slowly moving me over him again. Even in darkness I looked at his face with wide eyes, and tried to stop him. “What are you doing?” I whispered. He started rocking me again, tilting me to the left so his cock brushed my spot. I squeaked, trying not to moan and traumatize our friend. “Dan! Phil’s home! Stop!” My boyfriend only suckled at my neck which would leave a lovely hickey for Phil to discover tomorrow. If he didn’t catch us tonight, that is. I felt him breathe against my ear, just like I had done, “We still haven’t cum yet,” he murmured, nipping my lobe. Fuck, was he actually insane?! He wanted us to keep fucking, while his best friend was just around the corner? The idea though thrilling could only end in disaster. Even as I thought that, the rush of possibly being caught made me tighten, and Dan smiled at the feeling. “Atta girl.” He slid a finger from my neck down to where we were joined together, and I gasped as silently as I could. “W-We could get caught, bear,” I whined. “I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet, babe.” He pressed harder against my clit before I could try to disagree more. Phil chose to walk by at that moment, and I had to yank Dan’s hair and kiss his lips to stop myself from crying out and exposing us. We muffled our moans into each other’s mouths, and I was trembling at the exhilaration of being caught. Phil was right down the hall, in the kitchen warming some dinner up! He could choose to come into the living room at any moment, and we’d be caught. Caught having sex in front of him with nowhere to hide. Fuck, why was this so hot? Dan was literally fucking me right here, on the sofa, the door was even open. I could feel tingles all over my body, even reaching my toes.

“If you’re going to cum,” Dan growled into my neck, making me whimper into his shoulder, “then you better do it now, ‘cause I think Phil’s gonna come in after he’s finished heating his food up.” I whined and yanked his hair some more until our noses were nearly touching. “Same to you, Danny boy. Come for me, unless you want Phil catching us.” We came together, like always, but this time I had to scrape my nails down his broad back while he bit down into my neck (nearly drawing blood). We were struggling to keep quiet as I was thrown under one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

We usually tried to bask in the glow after sex, but the sound of the microwave beeping made us remember our friend was, in fact, just in the other room. In record time I’d slid on shorts and one of Dan’s oversized sweaters. Dan had it harder, he was trying to force his foot through the leg of a pair of joggers while practically stuck with his shirt half on. “Here let me-” I helped my boyfriend into his clothes. Shaking my head, I didn’t know how this was the same man fucking me on the couch just minutes ago. When we were dressed, we situated ourselves so it looked like we’d been laying on the sofa napping together. Just as I shut my eyes, Phil flipped the light on.

The evening went as most of them did in the Howell-Lester household, the three of us watching some anime on TV. Dan and I were curled close to one another and Phil ate his dinner quietly. When the 3rd episode in a row finished, Phil placed his empty dish on the coffee table. “So just how long have you two been having sex all over the flat?” Phil asked. I practically fell off the sofa.


“I don’t-uh-ahem-”

Phil laughed at the two of us stuttering over our words, trying to come up with some dumb excuse. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m not upset or anything, just please disinfect whatever you’re doing…whatever on. And please try not to have sex outside of your bedroom if I’m home!” My eyes widened. “So you knew?” Phil nodded as though it were obvious. My neck was hot, just like my face. Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, and hugged me and my embarrassment to his side. Oh, we were never having sex outside of the bedroom again. I couldn’t take the shame!

A/N: *looks at requests I need to do* *looks at piles of schoolwork* Me: Aye lemme write some dirty shit since all I do is lovey dovey fluffy trash. Isn’t writing porn ignoring responsibilities great? Excuse the trash title by the way, I’m worthless at those.

The Interview

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AU: You are an interviewer and are about to interview one of your favorite bands.. twenty one pilots and Josh finds you really intriguing.

Josh Dun x Fem!Reader


A/N: don’t make fun of the questions I made up please!!! I am by no means an interviewer and I tried my best. I’m not too proud of this fic, I just had this cute little idea, and if you think it needs a part 2, let me know!!

The day had come. The day you were finally going to interview twenty øne piløts. You were freaking out, and really excited at the same time. You had a huge crush on Josh and had always been inspired by Tyler, and you were determined to make their interview amazing. You had prepared two sets of questions. One set being a silly, fun interview, and the other being a serious interview. You planned on asking the boys which interview they preferred, since they do interviews all day and get asked a lot of the same stuff. You also had questions specific to each boy, making sure not to leave anyone out.

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Dating Archie Andrews Would Include...

Okay I LOVE RIVERDALE and I am high key in an Archie mood rn lmk what y'all think!! This is on mobile so f there’s any errors I’m sorry but I’ll try to correct them tm! Also friends this week is super busy with school stuff and family atuff so I’m slowly getting through the imagines in my inbox but I have like 19 to get through so I wanna make them good but I can only do so much on mobile so like if you want something request a Drabble or a list thingy like this idk lol it’s short and easy to do on mobile cuz I feel bad I’ve been so inactive but I’ll be back soon hopefully xoxo 

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

  •  being the first one to notice his glo up bc he’s helping build your front porch over the summer
  •  making sure to sunbathe outside in your skimpiest bikini while he’s there 
  •  him finally just asking you out 
  • PoWeR cOuPlE amiright 
  • wearing his football jersey to games 
  • being front row whenever he plays a show
  •  "baaaaabeeee Archie cutie sweetie honey pie write a song about me"
  •  spending more time with Vegas than with Archie 
  • HIS ABS 
  • “y/n I love you but you have an unhealthy attachment to Vegas and honestly im not really sure if you’re dating me for me or for my dog" 
  • "you know i love you but my moms allergic to Vegas and not to you so like Vegas is a rare commodity in my limited canine economy" 
  • "I love it when you talk nerdy to me" 
  • movie nights in his basement with old eighties films 
  • wearing his varsity lettermans jacket and stealing his oversized sweatshirt 
  • Archie not speaking to Jughead for a week because Archie tried to get you to sleep over ;) but Jughead refused to leave his air mattress because he knew what Arch planned 
  • going to flea markets and shopping for old vinyl records tg 
  • studying dates where Archie tries to distract you but you make sure he stays on task by rewarding him with milkshakes 
  • sharing a shake at Pops then Archie getting pissed when you ate the cherry until Pop came over with another one for him 
  • you sleepily curled up next to him while he absentmindedly strums and writes 
  • "arch I think I’m falling in love with you" 
  • "I already fell." 
  • Fred loving you like a daughter 
  • "Archie you actually have an eight pack and that’s just not fair because when I eat three burgers and a large fry I gain ten pounds and you just very simply stay chiseled and I don’t-" 
  • him coming over for thanksgiving dinner and playing touch football with your family 
  • he’d pick you up over his shoulder and you’d be giggling so hard 
  • then he’d laugh and you just would lose it cuz his laugh is beautiful 
  • you coming over to help Archie rake leaves and then just kind of jumping in the pile because you can’t help it 
  • snow angels and snow men and hot chocolate every snow day
  • Archie just looking at you and breaking into a smile because despite all the shitty things going on you’re the best thing that’s happened to him and he’s never been happier 
  • also can we imagine Archie in a SnapBack y'all r welcome

“You’re so lame, Keith,” Lance says, laughing.

“That’s not what you really think.” Keith smirks.

“Um, yeah it is!” Lance protests. He frowns. “I think I know what I think better than you do, Mullet.”

Keith shakes his head and pulls out his personal computer-like device. Pidge kitted them all out with one a while ago.

“You think I’m awesome, and I have proof,” Keith says, tapping and swiping on the screen.

“What are you -” Lance starts to huff, before he’s interrupted by the tinny sound of his own recorded voice.

= Holy quiznack! Keith! You’re freaking awesome! = the recording says. Loudly.

Lance gapes, blushing, and looks around to make sure they’re alone.

“How did - What - That is completely out of context!” Lance squawks. “You’d just blown up a whole freaking fleet! It doesn’t apply right now! Right now you’re lame!”

“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of your own voice telling me I’m awesome,” Keith says, and taps the screen.

= Holy quiznack! Keith! You’re freaking awesome! =

“Stop it!” Lance squeaks. “Stop it right now!”

= Holy quiznack! Keith! You’re freaking awesome! =

“Keeeith!” Lance screams and tackles him. They wrestle for the device as Keith continues to play the stupid recording.

= Holy quiz - = = Holy quiznack! Keith! You - = = Holy quiznack! Keith! You’re freaking awesome! =

Klance Week 2017 / Day Six: Quote

Seventeen’s reaction to you get in a car accident / Vocal team

I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥


He’s in the rehearsal room, they’re practicing for the upcoming comeback when one of their managers stops the rehearsals and asks him to follow him out of the room. He’s perplexed, instantly thinking about what may have been wrong but nothing comes to his mind. He trained hard, every single moment and his behavior were impeccable (except for the continual jokes at Jihoon or Chan).  

“Pdnim.. What’s going on? ”  

“Jeonghan.. I’m sorry to be giving you this news, but.. Y/N is in the hospital, she had a car accident. ”  

He had thought of the various scenarios, but that was the only one who didn’t consider. Immediately the earth trembles under his feet and his manager must support him, while the door of the rehearsal room opens and Seungcheol and Jihoon exit because they were worried after noticing the expression of the manager. As soon as they see their friend’s desperate gaze they run near him, replacing the manager’s arms with their own.  

“I want to.. Can I go to her..? ”  

“Of course, the van is already ready Jeonghan.”  

He simply nods and the manager whispers something in the ear of the leader, who for a second opens wide his eyes but immediately returns to himself. Meanwhile, Jeonghan no longer hears anything, not even his own beating heart. It’s as if every emotion, pain, feelings has disappeared from his heart. Supported by his friends he leaves the building and in the car, sitting against the window, he hides his face in his hands trying to hold back the tears that continue to sting his eyes. He doesn’t want to crumble, he is not the type but the thought of the girl who loves in a hospital bed doesn’t help him.  

When they get to the hospital he accepts help from Seungcheol, while Jihoon stays back to talk to the nurse who wanted to stop them from passing by, coming up to the room where you are “resting”.  

He Thanks his friend with a smile, albeit pulled, and enters approaching the bed with his legs that tremble. You two always made that speech “if I died before, what would you do?” but Jeonghan never thought of being in front of a similar possibility. He falls on the chair next to the bed, taking your hand into his starting to kiss her repeatedly.  

“I love you, don’t leave me, I can’t live without you.” It’s the only thing that whispers for hours and hours.  


Joshua is a relatively calm person but when, while waiting for your return in your apartment, the phone call comes everything around him loses meaning.  

He can’t even remember his name and the first thing he does, mentally, is to pray that you’re okay. That they’re not serious damage, that within a few days you can get out of the hospital and he can treat you like the princess you are.  

Quickly he recovers his wallet and comes out, trying to keep calm or at least a semblance of it. He can’t think of a life without you, his empty mornings without your good morning or your funny weird laugh that he finds adorable.  

The hospital isn’t far and walking is needed to maintain concentration, despite feeling the pain in his heart increase at every step. He knows nothing, whether you’re good or not and the uncertainty is eating him alive. When the automatic doors open and the smell of disinfectant typical of hospitals invests him, a new sensation invades his stomach. Fear, the most treacherous.  

He approaches the counter, noticing only at that moment his hands shaking and asking for information about you.  

“Who are you?”  

“The boyfriend.”  

“Only parents–”  

“He’s with me.”  

Your mother’s voice catches him by surprise, but immediately turns to her and makes a slight bow. He can’t tolerate looking at her in the face, you have the same lines so he simply follows her up to the room where until a few moments ago they were reanimating your heart that had suddenly stopped.  

He swallows, shaking even more and entering the room he freezes in seeing your conditions. He’s unable to move a step, totally immovable while the fear of losing you becomes every second more intense so that he loses that self control that characterizes him. He sits on a small sofa, away from the bed, squeezing his head in his hands and starting to cry he prays the Lord to do that one favor.  

“Don’t take her away, she’s all I have.”  


He’s in the recording room as always. That’s his world and we know how much he loves composing verses and music. Unfortunately, he has his phone in silent mode and doesn’t notice the continuous light of the screen, a sign of countless calls and messages from your best friend and your brother.  

By now it is two at night when WonWoo enters the studio with a cold look, but now Jihoon is accustomed to it. He’s not used to seeing him out of bed without a predetermined schedule. And that’s what makes him uneasy more than everything, so he turns the chair and poses his own gaze on his friend.  

“The phone is an optional, Hyung?”  

He arches an eyebrow and takes his phone from the table, holding his breath when he finally sees the countless missed calls and messages.  

He opens the first message and immediately the guilt invades his veins, causing him to tremble from head to toe. Without saying anything he rises from the chair and runs out of the rehearsal room, starting to look for his own manager because he needs to run to the hospital. He needs to make sure that you’re okay, that despite his nonsense the kiss of that morning wasn’t the last.  

He’s not kind of crying, a bit like Jeonghan, but at that moment the stress of those months and fear have the best on him. Warm tears begin to flow on his cheeky cheekbones. He struggles to say a few words to the manager, but he understands and despite the timetable accompanies him in the hospital, avoiding as always that someone sees him and takes some photos.  

He doesn’t stop even to ask for information, he already knows the number of the room and when he comes to the plan seeing your family sitting, who cries and who fixes a point of the wall without saying anything, he falls on his knees, thinking of the worst scenario.  

Your best friend approaches him and starts yelling at him, but he remains silent. If he would normally answer for rhymes, hating the lack of respect and rude manners, but at that moment he knows to deserve every word that she’s throwing on him.  

“Just tell me.. J-Just tell me she’s alive. ”  

“She is, but you don’t deserve her,  Jihoon. She needed you. ”  

That phrase hurts him more than anything else, but he lowers his head knowing in his own heart that is true. You needed him and he, for the umpteenth time, wasn’t by your side.  

(Pls ignore the sub) 


This little and fluffy boy, always on the defensive with his sassy diva side, would be the most devastated among the five along with Seokmin.  

He was together with Vernon, he asked help for a gift to make you or maybe just a company in the shopping, and they were walking to your house when the ambulance sirens caught his attention. He followed the vehicle with his gaze, until the car turn, oddly in the same street where they also would turn from there to little.  

Taken from curiosity he has increased his pace, immediately noticing the small crowd gathered in the middle of the street and some paramedics who tried to make their way through the passers.  

“Ah Ah Seungkwan, I don’t like blood.. Can we go away? ” Vernon asks, holding on the wrist of his friend but in Seungwan there is a strange feeling. A voice that keeps yelling at him, “go and see, go and see.”  

And so he does, but just recognize your shoe just away from the circle of people his heart stops. His face already pale becomes even paler, while forcibly he pushing people to have proof that you are not the one that the paramedics are trying to rescue.  

“A car took her in full, poor girl. And the driver didn’t even stop! ”  

He hears explaining from a lady, while Vernon’s voice continues to tell him to stop but nothing comes to his brain. It’s like paralyzed.  

And as soon as he sees your body, on the ground, and a horrible puddle of blood beneath you begins to scream your name trying to get close to you, but immediately both Vernon and a paramedic prevent him from approaching you. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHE’S MY GIRLF… LET ME GO, FOR THE GOD’S SAKE!” He continues to scream, as he wiggles in the arms of his friend who is as upset as he is.  

He starts crying with a lot of hiccups and forces the paramedics to pick up both on the ambulance, because no one can stop him and if forced he would be attached to any handle of the tailgate.  

Immediately he sits next to the cot, shakes your hand and crying he leaves little kisses on your blood dirty skin. He can’t survive if you leave him, you’re the only reason he didn’t drop off during his days as a trainee.  

“Please.. If you come back I swear that I don’t wake up anymore with the song Wake Up, I promise. ” He murmurs with the voice broken by tears, while Vernon at his side caresses his back trying to calm him; “And I buy you that bag you liked, I bring you everywhere. But please, don’t leave me.. I need you to be me.”  


He’s a crybaby, despite always trying to prove the opposite. And it’s normal because Seokmin is an incredibly solar soul but sensitive at the same time. And you mean the world to him, you’re the spark that makes his soul burns.  

You are hand in hand, while he hums one of their new songs that you love incredibly much. It’s a fraction of a second. Neither sees the car coming and you shove him sideways because the only thing you thought was “I must save him”.  

Seokmin looks at the scene, which takes place in the slow motion before him, feeling his own world collapsing when he sees the car that takes you in full and makes you fly a few feet away. The sounds are completely erased, he can’t hear anything. His heart beats violently and immediately he rises, running at the point where your body fell after the impact.  

He ignores anything, while he caresses your face with trembling hands and begins to whisper “Stay With Me” in tears, while around him have gathered as many people as possible and he hopes they have already called an ambulance.  


“Sh, I’m here.. And.., you wanted to be a superhero? ”  


He smiles at your little effort, while he touches your forehead with his lips and then your cheeks and then leaves a small but full of meaning kiss on your lips filthy of blood. He’s trying not to collapse in front of you, even though the tears have already started to flow fast on his red cheeks because of the temperature of that day.  

“C-Can.. Y-y-you s-s-sing something..? ”  

He’s taken aback by that request, but he nods and lightens the voice trying to keep calm. He even comes to think of what Joshua Hyung would do, which is one of the calmest, so as not to make you worry too much. Some people have started shooting the scene without respect, but he doesn’t care because now you’re his only concern. With sweetness he begins to sing “20”, which he perfectly knows to be your favorite song ever and grips your hand, caressing your hair with the other hand.  

He sings, sings and continues to sing despite his dry throat, the tears that wet his cheeks and the violent knot in his throat formed to the idea of losing you. In the distance he can hear the sirens of the ambulance and he bends towards you, resting gently his lips on your forehead.  

“Don’t go anywhere, okay? You’re still my number one fan.. Hang on a little more, Jagi.. I am with you, I will always be with you. ”

(Pls ignore the sub)

The end - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries - Episode 20)

A/N: Please, don’t kill me.

Word count: 2119

Warnings: Just don’t kill me.

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7  Episode 8  Episode 9  Episode 10  Episode 11  Episode 12  Episode 13  Episode 14  Episode 15  Episode 16  Episode 17  Episode 18  Episode 19

Master list

“COME ON, (y/n)! FROM THE CUP, FROM THE CUP, FROM THE CUP!” Horny screams, pouring a whole bottle of champagne on top of the Stanley Cup while I shake my head.

I still can’t believe it. We have won the Cup. THE Cup. Well, the guys have won the Cup but I’m as happy as if I had won it myself. Game seven was insane, everyone was on edge, from players to fans, so when the game went to over time I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Two minutes into overtime our new saviour, Jake Guentzel, had scored, winning the Cup for Pittsburgh.

“No way, I’m not drinking from it.” I say, trying to step away from him. “I know what you do with the Cup.” Players drink and eat from the Cup, their pets eat and drink from it, they get it in the pool, they sleep with it… There is no way I’m drinking from that.

“Geno, hold her.” Patrik says and I turn around quickly trying to run from the Alternate Captain, but Geno catches me easily and wraps his strong arms around my body so I can’t run away. “Sid, help me.”

Sid looks at me, then at Geno, then at Horny, then at the Cup and then back at me, a wicked smile forming on his lips as he grabs a side of the Cup and Horny grabs the other, lifting the silver trophy over my head.

“Drink from it.” Sidney says, tilting the Cup slightly so some champagne pours all over the floor.

“I’ve seen dogs eating from the Cup, I’m not drinking from it.” I say, turning around in Geno’s arms and hiding my face on his chest. “It’s not hygienic.”

It’s the first time we have seen each other since our last encounter in the locker room of the American Airlines Center. We have been avoiding each other since that day; he even flew back home in another flight so he wouldn’t be stuck in a plane with me. We haven’t looked at each other, we haven’t talked, we haven’t even been in the same room until now.

“(y/n), turn around and drink or we are going to shower you.” Horny threatens me, kicking me softly.

“Uh uh, you won’t do it.” I mumble against Geno’s chest. “You’d have to shower Geno as well and I’m sure he won’t be haAaAaA!” I scream as the cold drink runs down mine and Geno’s body. “Fuck you, guys!”

I can feel Geno chuckle and I slap his chest hard, making him laugh even harder. It is refreshing, and I’m not talking about the cold fizzy shower.

“You smell like alcoholic.” Geno whispers to my ear, making me giggle.

“So do you.” I say, lifting up my head to look at him. His hair is soaked with champagne and tiny little drops hang from the ends of it. His face is flushed because of the alcohol and how warm it is in the locker room, and his smile doesn’t leave his face for even a second.

I step away from him though, giving him some space. He is on a happiness high right now, but our situation is still far from good and I don’t want to give him false hopes. I care deeply for Geno and I always will, but I have made up my mind about us and the sooner we move on the better.

I have lost count of how many drink I’ve had, I’m not even sure what I am drinking right now, but I take a long ship from the cup and frown when the liquid burns down my throat. We have moved the celebration from the locker room to a club and things are getting a little too wild. Some of the guys have mixed every kind of alcohol they have found in the Cup, the Stanley Cup, and now they are using it as a punch bowl, filling his cups from it, while some other guys are dancing around like fools and recording it for instagram or snapchat or whatever form of social media they use.

“Don’t have so much fun, (y/n).” Matt Murray says, grabbing me from my shoulders and shaking me up, making me lose my balance slightly. Jeez, I’m drunker than I thought… is drunker even a word? “Someone is going to have a banging headache tomorrow.”

I nod, finishing up whatever it’s in my cup and frowning again, that really is disgusting and I’m almost scared that I might’ve drunk a cup of whatever crazy mixture they have in the Cup.

“Let’s have a shots competition, Matty.” I don’t even know why I say that, but I’m determined to win my own competition as I make my way to the bar.

“Have you heard her, guys? Shots competition!” We are soon joined by Sid and the kids, Olli and Bang Bang Letang.

“How many shots are we doing?” Conor asks, hitting the wooden bar with his hands.

“Five each, whoever finishes them first wins.” I set the rules, ordering 35 shots of vodka. I don’t even like vodka… Man, alcohol is hitting me hard.

The bartender pours our shots and we spread along the whole bar, setting five small glasses in front of each one of us. We all nod when we are ready and Flower gives us the start. As I’ve said, I hate vodka, but I down all the glasses as fast as I can, dropping a couple of them on the floor and hearing them break.

“AAAAAAND (y/n) IS THE WINNER!” Flower screams as I gag on my last shot. That was vile.

I throw my hands in the air, wiggling my ass as do a winner dance while some of the guys record me with their phones.

“Wanna say a few words?” Carl asks me, sticking his phone in my face with the flash on.

“Yeah, I want to thank my parents… no, I wanna thank my brother for being such an asshole when I was seventeen and made me drink ten shots of tequila to allow me to go to that party with him –” I say, leaning against the bar to get a little balance. “– I wouldn’t be the woman I am without him and his terrible help.”

“I’d never have thought that you would be a funny drunk, (y/n).” Patrik says, standing next to his best friend and laughing at the video.

“I’m always hilarious, Mr. I-own-no-shirt.” I say, walking past them and stumbling with my own feet, making them laugh even more.

“Your hangover tomorrow is what it’s going to be hilarious.” Sidney says, drinking his last shot.

“Hangover, hangover… shut up Crosby.” I say, turning around and walking straight into a broad chest.

Geno catches me by my waist before I fall on my butt. His arm is strong around me as he holds me tight against his body. I can feel my cheeks heating up, but I’m not sure if it is because of the alcohol or my proximity to Geno.

“You smell like a liquor store.” He says to my ear, making me shiver.

“I need some air.” I whisper and he nods, stepping away from me and taking my hand in his, guiding me to the terrace area of the club. What club has a terrace area in freaking Pittsburgh?

“You okay?” He asks as we sit on one of the couches.

The terrace is decorated with fairy lights, which give a very dim lighting to the area, giving it a very intime vibe. There are a few couples sitting around, looking at the Pittsburgh’ skyline and enjoying each other’s company.

“Yeah, I’m just a little light headed.” I say, leaning on the couch and closing my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the chilled air outside.

“You can’t drink so much.” He says and I nod, agreeing with what he is saying. I’m starting to regret drinking in the first place. I feel light and warm, almost cozy in my own skin, but I also know that I won’t be feeling that great tomorrow.

The silence between us isn’t awkward, both of us to deep in thought to actually acknowledge the other. I don’t know how long we are like that until he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his side. I don’t push him away, maybe I should, but I cannot bring myself to do it.

“What have I do bad?” He asks and I look up at him, not really understanding his question. “Why you don’t love me?” He clarifies and my heart clenches.

I feel comfortable with Geno, I always have, but then I figured out that part of that comfort was love. I love him, I really do, but sometimes love isn’t enough. Love mustn’t make you feel like you are trapped, and right now I feel like I have to choose between my career and him, and I’m just not ready to make that decision.

“I do love you.” I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. “But we are not for each other.”

“Why?” He doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t even sound angry as he strokes my hair softly, wrapping strands of it around his finger and then letting them loose.

“Because we love each other, but the only thing we have done is hurt each other.” I say, sighing.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says.

“You deserve better than this, Geno.” I tell him, caressing the same hand that is stroking my hair. “You deserve better than someone who is going to hide you.”

Geno doesn’t say anything for a few minutes and I don’t push him, letting him get his thoughts together.

“Ja ljublju tebja. (I love you.)” He says and weirdly I understand it. Maybe our Russian lessons weren’t useless after all.

“I love you too.” I say softly.

“Promise me.” He says and I chuckle at his broken English. I have always thought that it was adorable how he just makes up his own English grammar.

“What?” I ask, linking my fingers with his.

“Do not run away from me more.” He asks and I nod. “I want you in my life.”

“I promise.” I say, hooking my pinky with his, making him laugh.



I knock on the door, trying to balance everything I’m carrying on my hands. I hear a weak ‘come in’ and I open up the door, walking inside the hospital room. Evgeni is sitting on a rocking chair, looking exhausted, and Anna is laying on the bed, holding a tiny bundle against her body.

“Where is the new Malkin bear?” I ask, putting down the flowers, balloons and presents that I am carrying and walking towards Geno.

Geno wraps his arms around me and squeezes me hard before letting me go so I can walk towards Anna. She looks tired, but also radiant as she holds her tiny little princess in her arms.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” I ask, kissing her forehead before looking down at the baby in her arms.

It is funny to think how life works. Geno went back to Russia a couple weeks after winning the Stanley Cup. That summer was rough for both of us, but then Geno found Anna and I found James. Anna and I hit it off right away, maybe because we both loved the same man, just in very different ways. I learnt to love Geno as a friend, as a best friend, while Anna fell in love with everything that Geno is.

“I’m good.” Anna says, her Russian accent even thicker than Geno’s.

Natasha is absolutely stunning, a perfect mixture of her parents. I reach out and caress her tiny hand, which she curls into a fist for a few seconds before wrapping her fingers around mine, making me squeak.

“Hold her?” Anna asks and I open up my eyes, looking at her like a deer in headlights.

“But… but…” I start saying, looking at how Natasha has her hand around my finger.

“(y/n), hold her.” Geno pretty much commands me and I nod, getting closer to the bed and helping Anna put the tiny baby on my arms.

Geno caresses his child’s hair before leaning in and kissing her and then my cheek, making me smile.

“Her name is Natasha (y/n) Malkin. Not typical Russian but Anna and I wanted it like this” He tells me and I can feel my eyes flooding with tears. “And we would like you and Sid to be her Godparents.”

Rescue •P5•

Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1977

Warnings: angst + nightmares

A/N: even more plot development and angst mwahaAHAHAHA 💛

My screams seize suddenly and I feel the headset being torn off my hair. The moment it is, I squeeze my eyelids shut so hard that I see colors, that it hurts. I sob with relief to see such darkness.

I don’t pay attention to my surroundings, but my ears pick up a man’s voice giving curt commands.

My restraints come off and someone catches me before I touch the ground. My eyes are still closed. They don’t open for a long time.

I’m walking down a long, dark road in the dead of night. I’m not sure where I got off or where it ends, but I’m surrounded by short apartment buildings, looking gloomy and defensive. Clotheslines blow with the wind from long abandoned balconies. The faint call of an owl meets my ears. My heart thuds uneasily.

I stop in front of a red brick building, looking at the metal trash bins by the doors. Something nags at me.

“Looks sad, doesn’t it?” an accented voice says from behind me. I nearly throw up at the sound of him again. My muscles tighten, but I don’t turn around, hoping, praying that I’m imagining things. But I’m never so lucky. “Go ahead. Go inside.” he says, stepping in front of me and casually walking down to the doors and past the trash bins. His mousy, skinny figure makes him look small, yet there’s a madness in him that chills me to the bone. He pushes the doors open dramatically, the way he does everything. With purpose and theatrics. “It’s not as poor as it looks.” he calls out. I inhale sharply, my hands in fists. The doors swing back slowly, allowing me a look inside. I catch sight of a row of windows at the far wall that appear to lead into a gym, each with a number on them. In the split second before the front doors shut, I see the number on the first window. 108.

My eyes snap open, causing something beside me to jump. My head whips to the side, prepared to run. But I’m met with-

“Mr. Stark?” I whisper. He places a hand on his chest, taken aback by my sudden awakening. I look around, noticing the beeping beside me. I’m in a white hospital room with something attached to my hand and a little machine measuring my increasing heart rate. I swallow, the only thing I’m able to recall are the events that took place with the small, psychotic man. My chest heaves in panic, the beeping beside me increasing considerably.

“Hey,” Mr. Stark says soothingly, “you’re alright.” He takes my right hand in his, looking at me. He’s not looking me in the eyes.

“What…” I begin, my chin trembling. But there’s no possible way to end my sentence. There’s too many possible ways to end my sentence.

“It’s okay.” Mr. Stark says, but he’s not the least bit convinced. The accent plays in my head, over and over. A beautiful end. I close my eyes and whimper. My mind rakes for a question to ask, trying to push the voice out of my head.

“How l-long was I gone?” I whisper. When I don’t get a response, my eyes open. Mr. Stark’s jaw is clenched. I squeeze his hand, pleading for an answer. He sighs quickly. He mutters an answer, looking down in guilt.

“Five weeks.” I inhale sharply. Something inside me goes limp. The composure I’d built comes crashing down. I curl into my own body, sitting up from the hospital bed. My breath comes out as a shudder, followed by a choked sob. Mr. Stark pushes me into his chest and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I stare at the wall in front of me, thinking of all he could have done to me in those weeks I was in his possession.

The heart monitor beeps rapidly, and the bandages on my hand pinch my knuckles. My vision quickly turns to black.


Her shaking body goes limp from the sedation, now still against my chest. I slowly lean her back into the white bed and pull the covers up to her chin.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and answer it without looking at the caller ID, instead focused on her sleeping body.

“What in good god did you do?” Nick Fury growls through the phone. I get up and walk out of the room quietly before answering him.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, I do a lotta things.” Nick sighs impatiently.

“Broke into an abandoned movie theatre in Ottawa? What was the purpose of that?” I bite the inside of my cheek, debating whether or not to reveal my reasons.

“Remember the girl who hacked into my system over a month ago?” I look back through the window of the hospital room at her nose scrunched in her sleep, her new body filling the bed.

“What about her?” Nick asks.

“She was abducted.” I sigh, looking away. There’s something so disturbing about her new appearance.

“Was it HYDRA?” I inhale.

“I dunno. We didn’t have record of the base they took her to. There weren’t any signs of them. It was so well-planned and underground it took us a month to find her.” Nick doesn’t respond for a while, letting the information sink in.

“Enemies of yours. Took her ‘cause they heard she could compromise your system. Right?” he finally says. He doesn’t see it, but I shake my head.

“That’s not it.” I say gravely. My eyes are looking at the ground. “Nick, they injected her with super serum.”

A few days pass, each night I have the same dream, with the terrifying man and the dark road and the lonely building. I dare not go in, but it doesn’t make it any less frightening. The worst part is that it’s a new experience each night. Every dream, I stare in terror at the windows on the gym, not realizing how many times I’ve seen those numbers. Despite going through the same pain each night, it’s like reopening a wound. The fear is always fresh.

This night in particular, as I walk down the road anxiously, the man is nowhere to be seen. My dream self isn’t bothered because I don’t realize I’ve had this dream every night for the past several days and that the dream is going in an incorrect sequence.

I walk up to the same brick building. I stare at the metal trash bins for a long time, thinking about them, trying to dismiss a gnawing in my head. I’m startled when the front doors fly open, nearly coming off their hinges. At the centre is the short, skinning man. My feet stumble back down the road. He smiles maniacally.

“No…” I whisper.

“I’m not done with you yet, 108.” he says. His voice is distorted, higher than it’s meant to be, resembling a little girl. “You must fulfil your destiny.” the voice of the girl says in his body. I shudder, my feet freezing without my consent.

“Stop!” I yell, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. And suddenly, the doors begin to get closer, and closer. I look down at my legs in panic. I’m sliding to the doors. “STOP!” I scream, throwing my hands around, beginning to hyperventilate. The man speaks again, the young girl still holding his voice.

“A beautiful end.”

I fly up in my bed, gasping. The tears finally fall as I slowly land back on my pillow, holding my hand against my mouth to keep quiet.

As I do this, a nurse walks by my hospital room and casually looks through the window. Her face changes to one of confusion, and then panic. She runs down the hall, calling for someone. My eyebrows knit into a frown. I try to get my breathing under control and scooch my butt onto my pillow so I’m sitting up. My hand comes down from my mouth as I hiccup quietly.

People are rushing around, and from the small window, I can’t make out why. The seem to be panicked about something. My eyes widen when nurses and doctors are joined by security guards, all scurrying around the hall, looking for something they’ve lost. I can faintly hear their voices through the glass, saying things like, “There’s no one here!”. There isn’t a clock in my room, but If I could guess, they spend a good fifteen minutes, running past my window. Eventually, I hear someone yelling down the hall, and instantly match the voice with Mr. Stark. When he does pass my window, he’s going at an equal pace to that of the others speed-walking through the floor. There’s a man trailing behind him, trying to get his attention. They stop right in the view of my window so that I can only see the man that was walking next to Mr. Stark. He looks like he’s asking him for something, which I guess Mr. Stark eventually concedes to, because the man nods in thanks. They both disappear past my window, and I think they’re gone.

The doorknob to my hospital room twists open, letting in the man that Mr. Stark was talking to. I wrap my hands around my stomach defensively. Mr. Stark stands at the door, looking at me. Well…not exactly. It’s like he’s looking through me. I frown, waving a hand at him. He doesn’t even notice my hand in the air. Shivers run down my spine. Why isn’t he looking at me? What kind of sick joke is he playing?

The man he’s with approaches my bed, but rather than looking at me, his eyes are darting around, looking for something, just like all the employees outside.

“Tony,” the man turns to Mr. Stark, the back at my bed, looking through me and at the bed underneath me, “look.” Mr. Stark does the same, frowning at the bed, folding his arms over his chest. I swallow. Did I do something? I feel a wave of panic, feeling like a freak, or a test subject that they’re prodding at, and even though I know they aren’t the same, my mind can’t help but go back to my psychotic captor. “Hey,” Mr. Stark’s friend says soothingly, approaching my bed. My chin trembles, but I dare not move, “it’s okay.” He comes closer, fiddling with his hands, clearly a nervous habit. I look back up at his face, breathing quickly, trying to dismiss the little girl’s voice. “A beautiful end, a beautiful end…” she sings lazily. More tears slide down my cheeks.

“You’re okay.” the man says, now only a meter away from my bed. I concentrate on his face. His chapped lips and his kind eyes, looking at me. At me. He’s older, probably around Mr. Stark’s age. His hair is ruffled. He hasn’t cut it in a while. I point out things to myself about his appearance, trying to stay grounded. I take a deep breath, stare into his kind, brown eyes, and the voice is gone.

There’s a small feeling in my chest, not exactly a pinch, but more like a stir. I disregard it and look up at the man as he smiles in surprise. Mr. Stark unfolds his arms.

“I’ll be damned.” he says under his breath. I look at him in confusion, and he gazes back at my face, looking into my eyes rather than right through them. “You were right, Banner.” he says to his friend. The man turns back to Mr. Stark.

“He turned her into an Enhanced.”

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JRE Instagram update with Jackson and Jaebum

Story time with jre!
First of all the fan meet was Dope!
Then after was the photo op! They were really strict with phones and you cannot touch the members. So I put away my phone and got in line with KML and friends I met at the fan meet. It was my turn. Instantly Jackson saw me (excited as hell lol) saying “it’s you!!!” He comes up to me close to my face, hands on my shoulders shaking me saying “it’s you!!” And all I could say with a big smile on my face laughing and saying “What’s good!!” 😂 he grabs my hand and shakes it too. I quickly asked (while showing my phone in my pocket) can I record a bit?! Jackson quickly says “yea yea quickly!” Even though security said no before …. hey I got permission from My bias Jackson himself! So as you see in the video, I took out my phone and recorded a bit as he was Saying “HE’S here!” 😂 with JB(he had a sore throat ☹️ hope he feels better) putting up them duces ✌🏼 then security started coming and the host @limited.89 (what’s up bro lol nice to see you as always😁) saying “JRE…” quickly I put down my phone and smiled for the picture… or I bit my lips or some derpy face I forget. I said hi to the rest of the members and during this time security gets in front of the got7 members separating both them from us, but… Jackson then again comes and shakes my hand again and bam bam talking on the mic about watching my videos and mentions Me and @kennyboyslay (he remembers you kenny lol) while shaking my hand (again you are not suppose to reach to got 7 which I didn’t they stuck their hands out to me so ofc I’m going to shake it lol) with a big ass smile on my face laughing I say what’s up to the other members exiting outside the venue! #bless wooow sorry for this long story but it’s still fresh in my mind. And I just really can’t believe it. Also I think it’s funny that I sat in between my bias Jackson and thee bias wrecker JB 😂. Got7 I hope you have an amazing time in Miami! Todays weather in Miami has been beautiful and I hope you enjoyed it as well! Thank you for choosing Miami. 🙏🏽 come again soon.


queen-of-all-the-fandoms  asked:

"Yeah, because fighting crime wearing the colors of a traffic light is soooooo stealthy."

Lol, this though


“Yeah, because fighting crime wearing the colors of a traffic light is soooooo stealthy.” You chuckled while looking at Jason’s old robin suit. 

“Hey, don’t mock the original threads” he looked at you, a mock hurt expression on his face.

You laughed observing it in the case. “I bet the spandex green panties were hot”

“Okay, you can stop looking at it. You don’t appreciate it.” He took you by the shoulders and led you away from the case.

“And for the record, I was sexy as hell”

“I’m sure you were Jaybird.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I just don’t find the appeal of the green, showy bottoms.”

“They were breathable and allowed flexibility.” He crossed his arms.

“But the appeal… not so much”

“That’s it! I’m making you put it on to see how important it was.”

“No thanks! I’ll leave the traffic light to you!” Stating before turning and running out of the cave.

“HEY! Get back here and appreciate this suit!”

600 Milestone Sentence Starters (Closed until morning)

[scenario] [request] snail mail

♡ Send me a member + number(s) and I’ll write a scenario! ♡

32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
45: “Tell me a secret.”

Title: snail mail 

Member: Jihoon

Genre: angst w a good ending i promise lmao 

Word Count: 1342

“Snail mail?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the overly eager Seungkwan, shoving you an envelope, filled with paper. He whines when you turn away, continuing to practice your dance.

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