I actually burst out into tears when this scene happened oh my god

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26.“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 1070
For the beautiful @shamvictoria11 Hope you like it!! I’m sorry this took me so long!

Y/N didn’t even try to hide the ugly cry that she was experiencing right now. Sam and Bucky didn’t know why she was crying or what to do about it. The three of them were sitting the back of the jet while Natasha flew them back to the compound. The mission had been simple and successful. She wasn’t injured anywhere to either man could tell. Bucky kneeled in front of her while Sam sat next to her on the floor where she sank down as soon as they were on the jet, both men trying to calm her down enough to tell them what was actually wrong. But she just shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and saying, “He’s going to hate me.”

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anonymous asked:

8i for the ficlet thing

Ahhhhhh I don’t know how to make things short anymoreeeeee.


Dr. Merlin Emrys was the best forensic scientist in Camelot City. He was detailed and thorough in everything he did. There was never a scrap of evidence out of place or a particle forgotten when Merlin was working on a case. It was probably the only reason Super Special Agent Prat-dragon put up with Merlin for so long. Especially when Merlin called his boss, Special Agent Arthur Pendragon, any variation of his real name. It was a miracle Merlin hadn’t been sacked for insubordination.

Arthur usually said that he only kept Merlin around because no one else could identify ‘random shit’ like Merlin could. Merlin took it as a compliment since the evidence he found was usually essential to their cases. Once Arthur even admitted that without Merlin his team would have been dead in the water on a few cases.

Despite all Arthur’s talk, Merlin was fairly certain that Arthur kept him around because Arthur actually liked him. Merlin had been added to Pendragon’s team five years ago, and despite a rocky start, Merlin and Arthur had clicked within that first year. Their minds worked in sync and as soon as Arthur had something, Merlin was one step behind him. They were two peas in a pod, despite the fact that they bantered more than they talked. They saw each other everyday. If it wasn’t at the morning report, it was lunch in the cafeteria, or Arthur visiting Merlin in his lab. Arthur often brought Merlin his favorite coffee from Dragons Cafe with a perfect amount of whipped cream (too much whipped cream in Arthur’s opinion). Merlin also knew that Arthur went in person to get the coffee, instead of sending a terrified lackey, because the cups always said ‘Arthur’ on the sides. They had become a pair, and Merlin had thought perhaps if they hadn’t met at work…there would be something more there too.

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Second Chance - Nick Robinson


“Nick Robinson imagine where Nick asked out the reader on a date (which is his crush) and tells her to meet him at this restaurant and hours past by and he never showed up and the reader is upset bc she thought that he actually like her, but he stood her up. And the next day at school she gave him the silent treatment and smacked him across the face and he try’s to make it up to her cuz he really likes her and didn’t mean to stood her up. The rest is up to you. Srry it’s so long😁”

“Miss, would you like to order yet?” The smart looking man was once again stood next to my slouched figure, my eyes tingling with tears as the embarrassment settled in.

This was the 6th time he had been over, In two hours. Yep, two whole hours i was pathetically sat at this small table in this stupidly fancy restaurant.

I should’ve left, I know I should’ve. But there was still that small slither of hope tingling within me, the thought that Nick was going to walk through those doors, greeting me with a beautiful smile.

I was pathetic, really. I shook my head at the tall male, gripping my purse in my small hands before hastily walking away from the table and towards the car park. The air was cold and it nipped painfully at my legs and arms, the wind whipping my hair around my face and shoulders.

Clambering into my car I smacked my hand down on the steering wheel in a burst of anger, the action causing the car to move slightly. Taking deep breaths I straightened out my wind swept hair and brushed away the few tears that had left my eyes and raced down my rosy cheeks.

I had been stood up. I should’ve known the moment the notorious Nick, my own crush, had walked towards me and passed me a slip of paper holding the messy scrawl of details for the night.

“A date” he’d said when my face had show utter confusion, “you and me, Saturday night”. The words had caused my heart to pound harder than ever before, a smile stretching on my lips before I found myself nodding. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. How naive of me to agree so soon and believe that Nick actually had a thing for little old me.

Sighing one more time, I shoved my bag onto the passenger seat and started up my car. I ignored the harsh pricking in my eyes and the knot in my chest as I made my way home. Tomorrow was going to be torture.

“Y/N wait! Hey wait up!” Nicks calls echoed in the hallway, dragging unnecessary attention to me and him. I confined to walk, drowning out his persistent calls with my own thoughts. Clutching my books tighter i weaved between students and kept my head down, surely they already knew what had happened.

A large hand gripped my elbow tightly, the action causing my body to jolt and my arms to release my heavy books onto the carpeted floor. They cluttered messily around my feet, the tanned hand still gripping my elbow as I stood still, the hallway now silent.

“Y/N, Please” Nicks voice held desperation yet I still ignored him. He expected me to talk to him after I had waited and been humiliated by him? Huh, No way!

“Go Away!” My voice was harsh as I ripped my elbow out of his grip and collected my books, I knew my face was red with anger and I didn’t even want to look at Nick, it would only fuel my anger towards him more.

“Why are you being like this!? Just-” He didn’t get to finish. The sound of my slap echoed off the hallway walls, followed by people taking in sharp intakes of breath and gasp in shock as they watched on from the sidelines.

“Don’t you dare! Why am I being like this? Oh just piss off Nick!” I had quite frankly, had enough. I wasn’t going to waste my time any longer on someone who wanted nothing more than a joke to play, he wasn’t worth my time.

Nick stood frozen, his hand covering the side of his face that my hand had collided with. He didn’t look mad, just shocked. His dark hair was messy on his head and his other hand was resting slightly on his bag strap, jaw clenched and eyes filled with determination.

I sighed a heavy sigh, “just don’t okay?” I spoke tiredly, Nicks face softening as he watched me turn and walk away from his stiff figure, what now?

“Can I get everyone’s attention.. HEY! EVERYONE!” My head snapped to the sound of the shout, instantly finding the source I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Here we go.

“So recently, I asked a beautiful girl on a date” cheers erupted from the cafeteria as Nick stood high on one of the tables. “She said yes, go me!” He laughed heartily as his eyes searched the room ,skimming over everyone before he reached me.

“I was excited as hell, I mean who wouldn’t be? I booked a reservation and planned how I was gonna look handsome as fu..dge” more cheers. “.. Only, I never turned up” his head Hung lowly as the cheers and chatter turned to boos and “what the hell Nick!” He started to smile slightly at the response carrying on nonetheless.

“I know, I know. I’m an ass” I nodded along with the groups of people, he really was.

“But I want to make it right. Y/N I really am sorry, and I wanted you to know that I really do like you, I have done for a while” scratching the back of his neck nervously he looked my way for a reaction. My heart was hammering harshly against my rib cage as my face turned a bright Crimson colour, oh my god.

“I want to make it up to you.. If you’d let me” everybody’s eyes were now on me, the bar now set higher than ever.

Nick clambered down from the table, his feet speedily dragging over to my own table, standing right infront of my sitting figure.

“How do I know you’re not lying? I’m not going to be let down again-”

Nick cut me off, his smirk appearing as he covered my mouth with his hand.

“If I was lying, would I do this?” I panicked, do what!?

In seconds his lips were stuck to mine, the soft skin of his own meshing with mine to make a sweet kiss. He gripped my cheeks in his hands and mine went to his hair, the kiss deepening.

Was this really happening?? Oh my god!

He pulled away slowly, teasing as he held my bottom lip in his teeth softly before letting go fully and looking me in the eye.
We just- oh god I hated PDA! who am I turning into??

“So, what do you say? Will you Y/N Y/L/N do me the honour of going on a- well another- date with me?” His eyes held a lot of hope as he stared up at me, his hands still pressing on my face.

I smiled brightly before removing his hands.

“Nope!” I smiled again, the cafeteria bursting into whispers as they all - still - looked on at the current scene.

“Okay so I’ll pick you up- whAT!?” His face was bright red, confusion clouding his features as he stood up abruptly. He was super tall, his body looming over my own small frame; seeing him wound up was actually hot as hell.

“I’m just kidding you idiot. I’ll go on a date with you. but this is the last chance because I really like you Nick and I’m not going to be mess-” his lips were on mine again in another kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he hugged me closer for the second time in the past 10 minutes.

Maybe there is room for second chances.

Originally posted by nick-j-robs

THIS IS LAME AF I APOLOGISE !!! ITS 1:30AM AND IVE HAD A SHIT DAY, I always promise to update and write a lot but so much stuff happens and gets in the way:(( I’m a sucky writer and account holder so I really do apologise. Anyway, this was short as heck but enjoy, sorry for mistakes an crappiness:)))

In The Arms of Another

Modern AU

Lafayette x Reader

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 2122

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, slight angst

A/N: Hey I felt really bad about not posting for a week, so I’m editing a second imagine for today rn! I know this wasn’t exactly a request, but I took it as one because I’ve wanted to right something like this for a while. I hope you have an amazing day or night!! I LOVE YOU CUTIES!!

Request: Hi! So I really love your work– it’s amazing, really! But I was wondering: in the Lafayette fox “A Year of Memories” I believe, there’s a scene of angst where Lafayette thinks you kissed Jefferson?? I tried looking for it but didn’t find it. I’m sorry if I’m being a bother but could you link it if it’s already written, and just floating around? If it’s not already written, and just a wip, I understand. I hope you have a good night/day! -Anon

“This is gonna be so fun!” You exclaimed, dragging Laf up the steep hill.

“I know, that’s the tenth time you’ve said that.” Laf chuckled, making you scoff.

“You’re exaggerating. I said it seven times at most! Besides, can you blame me? It’s finally spring! We can finally have a nice picnic and just enjoy the sun.” You grinned, causing one to form on Lafayette’s face as well.

“Eh, I don’t really enjoy spring that much.” Laf said sarcastically, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You’re lying!” You huffed, slightly out of breath from finally having climbed the tall hill.

“No it’s true! Compared to you, spring is nothing, mon cher.” Laf smirked, putting an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“That wasn’t even smooth. I’m very disappointed in your attempts at flirting.” You said, pushing yourself out of his loose grip.

“Wow, maybe I won’t go back down to the car and get us the drinks out of the car now.” Lafayette shook his head, laying out the picnic blanket he had been carrying.

“No! It was smooth, I promise. I’m practically swooning!” You protested, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Fine, I’ll go get the drinks. Don’t start eating without me!” Laf exclaimed, wiggling his finger in your face before he began to walk down the hill.

“No promises!” You called after him, hearing him chuckle as he made his way back to the car.

You couldn’t stop the wide grin on your face. You didn’t understand how he could have such a power over you. Then again, you sometimes forgot how you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

You began to take things out of the picnic basket and place them on the blanket. You didn’t hear someone come up from behind you. When they placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, you couldn’t stop the horrified screech that left your mouth.

“Wow! It’s just me!” Thomas said in between bursts of laughter.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to get back here so fast.” You shrugged, not looking back at him as you continued to unpack the basket.

From behind you, Thomas furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He then remembered the small bun that his hair was pulled up in. His eyes lit up with an idea and a smirk made it’s way on his face.

“I am very fast, mon amour.” Thomas said, the french accent almost a little too thick.

“No need to brag, babe.” You laughed, still not looking up from your task.

“Kiss me?” Thomas asked you, the smirk still on his face.

“You know you don’t have to ask, Laf.” You smiled, letting Thomas pull you in for a kiss.

The kiss was more rough than you were used to. Lafayette would only kiss you like this if you were alone at home. Never in public had he shoved his tongue harshly against your own. Starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, you pushed back against his chest to escape the kiss.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Laf screamed, pulling Thomas roughly off of you.

“Laf?” You asked in confusion before looking between the two of them. Dear god, you had just made a horrible mistake.

“Thomas, why are you kissing (Y/N)?” Laf growled, staring down Thomas with more hatred than you could ever imagine Laf having.

“Uh…well…” Thomas stuttered looking for a way to get out of the mess he had created.

“I could kill you right here and no one would know.” Laf threatened, his voice getting lower and quieter.

“Well, Laf I wasn’t the only one doing the kissing. You did see (Y/N) kissing me back right?” Thomas chuckled nervously, trying to direct the attention away from him.

Lafayette’s expression faltered for a second. No longer did he seem scary and intimidating, but a man who was lost and heartbroken. After staring at you for a few seconds, Laf turned back to Thomas and gave him a hard right hook.

“Oh my god!” You shouted, having heard the crack come from Thomas’s nose.

Laf turned to look at you before shaking his head and storming off. You chased after him, calling his name but he didn’t even flinch. He was acting as if you weren’t even there. Luckily, he waited for you to get in the car before flooring it back to your apartment.


“You kissed him…” Laf trailed off, tears streaming down his face.

“It’s not like that Laf, listen to me!” You cried, trying to get him to pay attention to what you were saying.

“What do you mean it’s not like that? That’s what happened, you kissed him. Am I not enough, (Y/N)?” Laf choked, a sob fighting it’s way to come out of his throat.

“Laf, Thomas had his hair pulled up in a bun. I was too focused on making sure the food hadn’t spoiled to actually look at him. I thought he was you!” You exclaimed, trying to make him understand what happened.

“You don’t need to lie to me, (Y/N). Thomas is a good man, I’m sure he could make you happy.” Laf sighed, turning to walk away from you.

“Laf, you’re not hearing what I am saying! I would never just kiss Thomas, he looked and was acting like you! I didn’t know!” You yelled after Laf as he walked away.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad…I just wish it hadn’t ended this way.” Laf said softly, not looking back at you once.

“Lafayette.” You whispered, crying as he slammed the door of the apartment.

You wrapped your hands around yourself, stumbling over to the couch where you began to sob uncontrollably. You had no one to blame for this, but yourself. If you had just been more careful than you wouldn’t have made the man you love walk out the door.


Laf tried to silence the sobs crawling up his throat as he left the apartment building and began to walk towards Alex’s apartment. He had trusted you and you had betrayed him. He could physically feel his heart breaking down into small pieces. Each of those shards stabbing his chest repeatedly.

Two images in Lafayette’s mind appeared again and again on his walk. The first, was you kissing Thomas Jefferson passionately, as you would usually kiss him. The second, was your heartbroken face as he left the apartment. Both of them caused him an immense amount of heartbreak. He didn’t know who he was hurting more by leaving. Himself? Or you?

He finally reached Alex’s apartment that he shared with John and Hercules. He knocked, tears still running down his face as he impatiently waited.

“Lafayette?” Alex asked, his tired eyes looking worriedly over Laf’s red and blotchy face.

“Hey dude, I need your help.” Laf said, pushing past Alex and into the apartment.

“Why are you here at midnight?” Alex asked, following Laf into the living room where John was sitting.

“(Y/N) kissed Thomas.” Laf stated, both boys snapping their heads to look at Lafayette in shock.

“Oh Laf, dude I’m so sorry!” John exclaimed, standing up to wrap Laf in a comforting hug.

“Why would they do this?” Laf’s voice cracked, not fighting the sob that was crawling it’s way up his throat. “I love them and if Thomas makes them happy than I can support that, but why did they have to hurt me like this?”

“Did you ask (Y/N) why they kissed him before you left?” Alex asked, pushing Laf to sit down on the couch next to him.

“They said it was a mistake and they thought it was me! How could you confuse me and Thomas!” Laf flung up his hands in the air in frustration.

“Well…I sometimes get confused when you let your hair down or he pulls it up…” John said cautiously, hoping not to upset his friend more.

“Jefferson did have his hair up, but they should still know the difference! They have been dating me for months now!” Laf sniffed, taking a tissue from the box sitting on the coffee table.

“What exactly happened?” Alex questioned, wanting to know the full story and not just bits and pieces.

“Okay, so I took (Y/N) out to go have a fun little picnic for dinner. I left them at the top of the hill to take the food out while I went to get our drinks from the car. When I came back (Y/N) was kissing Thomas Jefferson! I ripped them apart, punched Thomas in the face and then stormed to the car with (Y/N) following right behind me.” Lafayette told a shortened version of the story.

“This could seriously be a huge misunderstanding. Why don’t you go back home right now and talk to (Y/N). Figure this out together and listen to what they have to say.” John suggested, Alex nodding in agreement.

“You want me to just be okay with (Y/N) kissing another man? You want me to be okay with them cheating on me?” Laf asked in disbelief.

“That’s not what we’re saying! It’s never okay for someone to cheat on you, but (Y/N) is not the type of person to cheat. It’s obvious that they love you more than anything, everything they do shows that. They get pretty focused on the simplest tasks, they probably weren’t paying attention. Just, hear their side of the story before jumping to conclusions. And I mean actually listen, not be blinded by your anger to hear the truth.” Alex gave Laf an encouraging smile.

“You may be right.” Lafayette sighed, feeling slightly stupid for jumping to conclusions without listening to you. “I’m sure that (Y/N) is asleep right now. I will go home in the morning and talk to them about it.”

“Okay dude, you are totally welcome to sleep on the couch.” John offered, standing up from where he sat and stretching.

“Thanks man.” Laf nodded in appreciation. “Where’s Herc?”

“Oh, he left a little bit before you came. He said it was an emergency.” Alex shrugged, slightly defeated from not getting more details before the man had left.

The front door to the apartment opening silenced the three men’s conversation. They could hear quiet sobbing coming from the entry way. The three exchanged worried looks before rushing to where they thought they’d find a crying Hercules. Instead they were met with Hercules holding you tightly as you cried.

“(Y/N)?” Laf asked in shock at the state you were in.

You were in your sweats instead of the nice outfit you had worn for the picnic. Your hair was a complete rat’s nest. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your cheeks were tear stained and had pieces of your hair sticking to it. You were a complete mess and it broke Lafayette’s heart even more than when he had seen you kissing Thomas. The worst part was that he knew he was the reason that you were feeling like this. He was the reason you had completely broken down.

“I’m so sorry Laf! I thought it was you, I swear! I would never purposely hurt you like that. I love you. I love you more than anything!” You cried out between hiccups, Herc rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“Oh (Y/N)!” Laf swooped you up in his arms, trying to dry the never ending pool of tears leaving your eyes. “I should have listened to your side of the story. I didn’t mean to hurt you either! I love you too, mon amour. Please stop crying!”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, putting your arms around his waist and digging your face into his neck.

“I forgive you.” Laf whispered back to you, pulling your shaking body closer to his.

Laf kissed the top of your head as you tried to calm your crying. Lafayette silently scolded himself for not listening to what you had to say. He never wanted to cause you this much pain for something that was an honest mistake. Now Thomas on the other hand…well the next day he would be getting a lot of bad karma for taking advantage of you. Laf and the boys would make sure of that.

“Can we go home?” You asked, finally had regained your composure.

“Of course.” Laf smiled, grabbing your hand in his and letting you lead him out of the apartment and back down the street towards your own.

Even if you had an argument that night, Laf was just glad to be going home with the one he loved knowing they felt the same for him. He was glad to be going home with you.

The Contest-Part 19

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“That’s your brother?” Sam’s surprise was evident.

I wiped a tear from my eye. I’d mourn Leo later, in private. “Crowley said he was a demon and Lucifer’s right-hand man, remember?”

Dean looked extremely annoyed. “Still don’t get why you let him go, Gem.“

“Because Dean, demon or not I know my brother. He is beyond pissed Lucifer didn’t tell him I was Sam’s soulmate. I could hear it in his voice. Sowing the seeds of discord between them could work in our favor.”

“He knew our plan, Gem. Now we can’t do the spell.” Sam commented.

“My brother may be a demon, but he still thinks like a guy, Sam.”

Sam and Dean exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea where I was going with this. Clueless men!

“Let me explain. Most women have warmer weather clothes and cooler weather clothes. My cooler weather clothes I store away when I don’t need them.” I explained.

I walked into what I assumed was Missouri’s bedroom and opened the large closet. Flicking on the light, I began to dig around. Within a few minutes, I had found what I was looking for. I held up a cream-colored cardigan with several dark, wiry hairs clinging to it.

“Is Missouri African-American?“ I asked. Sam nodded.

“Bingo,” I stated triumphantly.

“Damn She’s good,“ Dean remarked to Sam.

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Coma - Jughead x reader

Request: could you do an imagine where the reader is suffering from depression and selfharm and jughead founds out?

Warnings: Triggering, depression, self-harm, car accident, death 

Word count: 3546!!!

A/N: This may be triggering, please don’t read if you’re easily triggered loves. Also after I publish this i will get to writing Addicted part 2! Feel free to give me feedback, ask questions or request! Peace and Love x

All you remember is screeching tires and your mother screaming. Then it all went black.

You and your parents were out for family dinner at Pops, you were having a good time, sipping away at your chocolate milkshake you smiled at your parents, they were so in love and you adored that about them, you hoped one day you would find a love like that.

On the drive home you had stopped at a stop sign and your father turned to your mother and smiled, “I love you” he whispered to her, her eyes lit up every time he told her he loved her, she kissed his cheek and as she pulled away she screamed.


A truck driver lost control of his semi and it smashed into your family car. Your mother, father and the truck driver had died, you were the only survivor, but you didn’t know that yet.

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anonymous asked:

i wanna hear all about the cursed child when you finish it haha i've only seen spoilers so far but oh boy lol


a) everything Scorpius Malfoy says and does will make you want to strap on armour and charge into battle for love of him, 

b) one of Scorpius’s first lines is ‘I’ve always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionary bag’, which renders the whole Everyone Thinks Scorpius Is Voldemort’s Son subplot/mystery UTTERLY UNNECESSARY because OF COURSE THIS RIDICULOUS CHILD IS THE FRUIT OF DRACO MALFOY’S LOINS, 

c) Draco gets some weighty shit to say/is just Redemption Arc AF all the way through, so 


e) Draco gets to join The Gang for World-Saving Hijinks, which means 

f) some scenes are DRARRY AF AS FUCK, but mainly 

g) everything about this play will make you Team Malfoy Forever, holy shit, like, wtf, 

h) at one point Harry and Draco are duelling and Draco goes ‘Keep up, old man’ and Harry’s like ‘WE’RE THE SAME AGE, DRACO’ which made me laugh so hard I had to put the book down for a good five minutes, 

i) it also bears mentioning that RON AND HERMIONE ARE IN LOVE IN EVERY TIMELINE, god bless @whoever the hell wrote this thing, 

j) speaking of whoever wrote this thing, they took the whole ‘Harry couldn’t really hear the commentary during the first Triwizard Task very well from his position in the Champions’ Tent’ and handed us Ludo Bagman yelling DOG DIGGITY, CEDRIC DIGGORY, YOU ARE A DOGGY DYNAMO! which I will be forever thankful for, 

k) Albus and Scorpius make their great escape off the Hogwarts Express while it’s in motion and the trolley witch turns into a terrifying Immortal Guardian of the Train and hurls explosive pasties at them, while casually dropping into the admittedly weird conversation that Fred’n’George and the Marauders all tried to get off the train while it was moving, EMPHASIS ON ‘TRIED’, 

l) turns out my SCORP LAD WOT LAD “joke” was completely inaccurate as, world-ending and illegal shenanigans aside, Scorpius and Albus are BORING NERDS, but 

m) their entire relationship is a personification of the ‘I would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining’ text post, and 

n) I am 100% positive that by the time they turn 16 they will be Experimenting and Laughing It Off while also Staring Wistfully At Each Other While The Other One’s Not Paying Attention, because oh my god, they are completely smitten with each other, LITERALLY, 

o) when plot things happen and Harry won’t let them see each other anymore, there’s an ENTIRE MONTAGE of them being DESOLATE AND DISTRAUGHT, the word “heartbroken” is used about both of them, Draco bursts into Harry and Ginny’s house like ‘MY SON IS IN TEARS POTTER, WTF’, it’s all very Fraught and Forbidden Romance-y, and when they’re allowed to be friends again they’re like ‘you’re… the best person I know… you… make me stronger…’ ‘…!! … that’s so nice… I didn’t like my life without you in it… !!!’ and then Albus tells Scorpius he’s kind from the depths of his belly to the tips of his fingers which is the most ROMANTIC SHIT I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE, ALBUS POTTER GOT GAME SON, but anyway, they’re in love, fight me, WHAT ELSE? 

p) Harry does all the cooking, 

q) Draco gets excited about a farmer’s market, 

r) Ron is the fucking best person on planet earth, probably, 

s) Harry and Draco burst into Slytherin and try to get up to the dormitory to find Albus and Scorpius and this one kid is yelling at them like ‘PARENTS AREN’T ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE COMMON ROOMS WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF-’ and McGonagall just appears and says ‘Please don’t be tiresome, Craig’ and honestly if I was Craig I’d never show my face again, 

t) I forgot to mention that in the weird Voldemort Day Blood Ball Scorpion King AU Scorpius gets to talk to Snape and blah blah blah plot Snape is giving him a pep talk like ‘Think about Albus. You’re giving up your kingdom for Albus, right? One person. All it takes is one person.’ which is just… indescribably romo, and 

u) in the Voldemort Day Blood Ball Scorpion King AU dark Draco Malfoy is still better at dadding than regular timeline Harry Potter, which I don’t think any of us saw coming, 

v) Harry asks Draco what he wanted to do as a grown-up when he was a kid and Draco says ‘Quidditch. But I wasn’t good enough. Mainly I wanted to be happy.’ which is honestly just fucking savage and I can’t believe I lived through it, ALSO I had to read the line ‘It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy’ with my own eyes, so I’m taking tomorrow off work, 

w) this incredibly soul-baring and candid convo comes on the heels of HARRY COMING FOR DUMBLEDORE(’S PORTRAIT) ABOUT HOW DUMBLEDORE TREATED HARRY AND I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE. he yells at Dumbledore until Dumbledore is LITERALLY WEEPING. I don’t even want to tell you what he says because you all need to experience that moment of cleansing rightness in your lives, 

x) despite all the batshit plot things, the play actually deals with all the characters’ traumas FAR BETTER than the series ever did. we get actual GINNY and TOM RIDDLE shit in this play guys! it gets talked about! how it affected Ginny gets talked about! Harry has nightmares! Harry vents his feelings! Draco tells Harry about how alone he felt and how that sent him to such a bad place! Draco, Ginny and Harry understand each other and bond over shared trauma! who the fuck expected this! not fucking me! 

y) I was emotional as hell throughout because I’m nothing if not dramatic but there’s a bit towards the very end involving HAGRID, THE BEST DUDE, that legit made me sob my little heart out from the agony of two decades’ worth of accumulated feelings about this series, 

 z) so yeah. Harry has to watch his parents die because Albus is a rebellious little emo gobshite who got a crush on a live-action DeviantArt OC from 2005 called Delphi who has silvery-blue hair and is secretly Voldemort and Bellatrix’s lovechild, BUT WHO CARES, I FUCKING LOVE HARRY POTTER AND I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE READING THIS OFFICIALLY SANCTIONED CRACKFIC, 10/10, WOULD EXPERIENCE PURE JOY AGAIN!!!!!

Guardian Angel - Part 3 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4


Jimin yawned, barely stifling the noise with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around yours. You were still lying in your bed, stuck somewhere between a dream and the harsh reality of consciousness. For hours, Jimin had sat there, his legs long having gone numb, but he couldn’t bare to part with you for even a few moments as he adjusted himself. He figured he could sit on your bed next to you, but he feared that he might fall asleep, and lose sight of you again. He’d had enough of that.

“Poor kid,” Namjoon muttered, adjusting his jeans so they weren’t as uncomfortable when he sat. He was gazing down at the scene before him, of his young friend and his companion that he never got to appreciate. “Do you think the usual will happen?”

“Dunno.” Yoongi said, lying on his front on the edge of the rooftop. His two limbs dangled lazily, precariously, off the edge of the building, blinking at the light from Y/N’s room.

“I hope not. Maybe the Ancients should stop punishing people for making simple mistakes. We’re not human but we used to be; it’s in our nature to fuck up sometimes.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Jimin doesn’t deserve to suffer like this and it’s not like Y/N’s done anything wrong, I mean-”

“Uh huh.”

“-Since Jimin was sent down here I’ve been checking in - without his knowledge of course - just to see how his progress was going and I focused on Y/N too -”

“Of course, yeah.”

“-And she’s a genuinely good person. Have you ever seen someone so dedicated to save the bees? I mean, look at her balcony garden! A metropolis for them!”

He gestured down into the random flower pots, bursting with the bright colours of fuchsia, golden tones, splashes of green.

“Wow,” Yoongi commented, brows raised slightly as he took in the sight of Y/N’s explosive garden. “We need to take notes, the Garden upstairs is looking a bit drab recently.”

“Right? And in any case-”

“Are those wildflowers or…?”

“I think they’re wildflowers, yeah. They look too unplanned to be anything else. Obviously I’m not the plant expert but, uh-”

“I might take some seeds up for Hobi, he’d love them.”

“Yoongi we were talking about Y/N.”

“Oh, no, yeah, of course, sorry, carry on.”

Shaking his head softly, Namjoon fell silent, still staring at the scene in front of him. Jimin had finally moved from what looked like an uncomfortable position to lying down on your bed next to you, and he tenderly wrapped an arm securely around your middle. Namjoon’s heart shattered into pieces at the gesture of adoration Jimin showed you, and it was further crushed into pieces when he remembered what was going to happen to you. He loved Jimin like a brother and to see him go through such pain was almost too much for the angel.

“Where is Jin?” Yoongi asked.

“Showering for his date, why?”

“Does that not bother you? That your charge is seeing another man?”

“Not as much,” Namjoon said, kicking his legs out slightly, watching the skyline of the city. “He’ll realise soon enough. I can wait for him.”

“Man. Sounds shit. I’m glad Hobi realised immediately we were made for each other.”

Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah; unfortunate that he died the next moment, then, isn’t it?”

“Not cool, man. Not cool.”

They lapsed into silence again, Namjoon staring at the young angel lying on your bed with you wrapped closely into his chest, ignoring the dried tear tracks running down his face.

“Jimin?” you whispered, dawn creeping gradually across your face through the curtains that you had failed to shut last night. The man’s arm was heavy across your upper torso and he was incredibly hot, his body heat making you start to sweat. “Wake up.”

You nudged him slightly, but that only made him whine gently in his sleep, bringing you closer and nuzzling into your neck. Immediately, as always, your heart beat started to race and a blush spread up your neck and across your face. Catching your breath momentarily, you thanked your rarely lucky stars that the boy was unconscious and didn’t notice your sudden embarrassment at the physical contact.

He never seemed to notice your infatuation anyway.

“Jimin,” you tried again, throat completely parched and burning. “Wake up!” you nudged him again, slightly harder, and this time his eyelids fluttered and he groaned, low and deep in his throat.

“What?” he muttered, his free hand coming up and rubbing his eyes. He blinked, looking around the room and his eyes blearily roamed over your face before they shot open and he leapt out of your bed like he had been electrocuted.

Feeling slightly hurt from the way he had jumped away from you as if you had the plague, you shuffled slightly further up the bed and brought your covers up to your chin.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, staring at you as if he couldn’t believe you were in front of him. “Are you… Feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so. I’m a bit warm but I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? No queasy stomach?” He moved in closer again, placing a hand against your forehead and then the side of your face. “You feel… Fine?”

“Yeah,” you said, bewildered by his sudden fussiness. “Jimin, what is going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s just… You were ill last night so I thought you’d be ill for a few days maybe, I don’t know…”

He looked around the room, as if looking for somebody to help him explain his bewilderment and erratic actions, but his eyes fell on you again. The sun spread across his face as his eyes scrunched up in the brightest grin you had ever seen on a person before, and he bound forwards, arms enveloping your body in the tightest hug he had ever given you.

“J-Jimin?” you questioned, slightly confused but returned the hug all the same.

Sure, you had exchanged hugs before but there was something about this one, and how tight and secure it was, that immediately made you blush again.

You could hug him forever.

“Thank God. Oh, thank fucking God. I’m so- I’m so thankful,” he muttered against your head, stroking your hair slightly. “I was so worried about you, you were so sick, Y/N.”

“I don’t really remember.”

Neither of you made any move to leave the hug and you were completely content to bask in his affection for the rest of your life.

But of course, that was unrealistic and he pulled away. Expecting him to let go of you completely you were taken completely aback when he placed his lips against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek before drawing away.

“God…” he whispered, pulling away to stare you in the eyes. He kissed your forehead one more time before smiling brightly again and hopping out of bed. “Are you hungry? I could cook you breakfast! Actually no I’m a terrible cook, I’ll order in! No wait!”

He paused in the doorway of your bedroom, about to leave the room at a hundred miles an hour.

“We could eat out for breakfast! My treat,” he turned to smile at you again. “I’ll leave you to get ready and stuff, and then I’ll take you out.”

“Oh… Okay?” you questioned, not sure how to react to the speed of his actions.

“Wear something nice for our date! I’ll go home and get ready and pick you up in half an hour, okay? See you!”

You sat in the mess of your bed covers, staring at the bedroom door that shut behind him.


“I haven’t eaten so well in so long.” Jimin moaned, leaning back in his seat and massaging his stomach. You laughed, flicking a raspberry at him across the table.

“You need to stop abusing your roommate for food, Chim. He’s human too. You need to learn how to cook for yourself.”

“Could you teach me?” he asked, leaning in close across the table and fluttering his eyelashes dramatically. You laughed again, shoving his face away from yours slightly.

“Sure, you pitiful man,” Sighing happily, you watched him pick up his drink and start to take a mouthful. “So… How are things with Mina?”

Your heart ached as you asked the question, but watching Jimin’s cheeks start to burn and the way he spluttered on his drink as he thought about her answered whatever questions you had about him and her.

“M-Mina? What about her? Has she said anything?”

“No, she hasn’t. Why? Did something happen?”

He stared at you across the table.

“Because, uh, she asked me a while ago if you had shown an interest in anybody and I said you seemed to like her. I’m-I’m sorry if that’s wrong, but I see in your face the way you feel-”

“Wait- Wait, okay, stop-”

“But it’s okay, Jimin! It’s okay, because she likes you too and I was wondering if she had said anything, but apparently not. Maybe you should say something to her?”


“-Oh, that’d be cute. Suddenly confessing to her,” you stopped to think for a while, a smile spread lazily across your face as you imagined the words Jimin would say to you if you were the object of his affections. He was a poetic person; anything he said was sure to be romantic. Thinking about Mina suddenly, and how good they looked together, made your smile fade into nothing again. “She’s very beautiful. You made a good choice, Jimin.”

“But I don-”

“-You don’t have to deny it to me, Chim! I see the look in your eyes when you mention her, or when she walks in the room. It’s like all attention you could possibly have for anything is focused on her.”

Jimin wanted to cry. He wanted to stand up, bringing you with him, and shake you and shout at you until you realised that it was you and it had always been you and he would die for you and fight for you and work for you - He would do anything for you.

But you were still talking about how perfect Mina was for him. You were still talking about how somebody other than you was suited for him even though he knew that the two of you, sitting together in some crappy diner that wasn’t good enough for you but it was all he could afford on his wage slip, were cut from the same fabric that the universe had weaved together and he would do anything in his power to make you see this.

He would do anything for you.


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[Villain!Deku AU] Lunchtime


Bakugou Katsuki eats his lunches alone.

Because, like Kaminari said in the bus before they went to USJ, people of Class 1-A has already know that Bakugou Katsuki is a volatile person who is also oddly melancholic at times. People know that Bakugou Katsuki is an unpleasant person, so it isn’t really surprising to see that nobody ever come up to his desk and say ‘let’s go to cafeteria’. When the recess bell rings, Katsuki goes on his own to the cafeteria to eat some good shit in company of nobody. He even has a specific seat, a two-person booth just next to the garbage disposal, it’s his spot and nobody ever sits there because it's his spot. Katsuki doesn’t really need anyone to share a meal with, anyway.

But just one week after the entire USJ accident, Katsuki was utterly utterly pissed when he saw someone sitting on his booth. But he very nearly drop his tray of food when he found fucking Deku sitting on his booth in Lunchrush Cafeteria like it was nobody’s business.

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Jack Maynard - Gym’s Aren’t That Bad Part 3

A/N: Hi loves! Here’s the third and final part to this imagine. Let me know what you think. Send in requests if you’re into that shit and all. Or just hmu ;) Happy reading, enjoy the Jack feels

Word Count: 1677

You and Nick were becoming closer each day, and you began spending more time together, now you often even stayed over at his place after your dates. Most of your nights started with a date, and you would somehow end up nearly naked at Nick’s place. But you still didn’t feel comfortable going all the way with him, although you didn’t mind a little bit of fun.

You were currently at the Maynard-Pieters household again. You seemed to spend almost every free minute you had there. The boys were preparing to film a triple collab, while you sat behind the camera keeping score. “We’ve literally run out of everything! There’s nothing in here to use as forfeit”, Jack shouted as he rummaged through the kitchen.

“Well we’ve got one can of tuna and that’s about it”, he announced, walking back to the living room. They decided on Conor and Jack going out to the shops to restock their ingredients and take away some dinner. You and Josh watched your friend’s videos while waiting for them to return.

“About bloody time!” Josh called as the Maynards walked back in almost two hours later. Jack stormed right in, with Conor carrying the majority of the shopping behind him. Red-faced, Jack stood in front of you, breathing heavily, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“I think there’s something you should know”, there was a slight air of mightiness in his voice laced behind the fury.

“Jack”, Conor called warningly from behind him.

“What? What’s going?” you looked between the two of them.

“Your boyfriend is right dick that’s what!”

“Jack! We talked about this”, the annoyance was well detected in your voice.

“Oh don’t you dare defend him. We saw him (Y/N). He was off fucking around behind your back!”

You gasped as he said this. “Jack don’t. Please.” You looked to Conor for a clearer sign, but all you got was a sad smile in response. “I think I need to talk to him”, you walked to the door to put your shoes on.

“Your joking. You’re not actually going back to him?” Jack’s face was one of disbelief.

You shook your head, “He wouldn’t. He’s not like that.”

“No way. I don’t believe this. Your fucking stupid you know that. You think I would lie to you? You think Conor would.”

You held back the tears that threaten to spill over. “I just need to…I need to see…” you mumbled as you walked out the door. You got in your car and drove over to Nick’ house, knocking on his door. The door opened to reveal a shirtless Nick. “Hey, uh you mind if I come in?”

“Yeah ‘course not”, he stepped aside to let you in. “So what’s up? Not that I don’t love having you around though.”

“Uh, I don’t know how to say this. Err, Jack thinks he saw you, well I mean he and Conor were out and, uh”, you stumbled, unsure how to get it out. “Jack thinks you’re seeing someone else?”

At this Nick burst out laughing. “No, love, I would never.” The way he said it so easily already calmed your beating heart down by a mile. “But I think I know what he means. He must have seen me with my sister. She’s visiting from Oxford.” You remembered him telling you that he grew up in Northampton though.

“Oh thank god. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to believe. He seemed so sure when he told me”, you smiled up at him. “I didn’t know she moved to Oxford?”

“Oh yeah, it was very recent. She just bought a house up there. Change of atmosphere and all you know”, he said getting up. “She’s actually in my room right now, we were just having a chat. I’ll go get her and introduce you yeah?”

“Sure”, you agreed. He kissed you lightly and went to get his sister. Something didn’t settle right with you. You heard hushed voices coming from his room, so you quietly made your way to the back, listening at the door.

“I know, I know, it sounds crazy. But she really is. She threw a bloody tantrum the other time. Just please do me this one favour baby?” The voice you recognised to be Nick’s said. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Your heartbeat increased as you heard this. It could not be true. It was too absurd. This only happened in movies, you thought. You quietly pushed the door open when all that could be heard was silence. Your heart fell out of your chest as you looked at the scene in front of you. Nick was stood with his hands on a girl’s bum as his lips attacked hers. A mixture between a sob and gasp escaped your lips when you heard a moan come from one of the two in front of you. As they broke apart, Nick’s gaze fell on you. “Shit!”

You stopped the tears from falling as best as you could. You did not want Nick to know how much it affected you. “Please. Don’t even try to defend yourself. It’s not worth it”, you kept strong, wanting nothing more than to get out. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t stop you. Getting back in your car, you sat in the driver’s seat as you finally let the tears fall. You felt stupid, cheated. How could you have been so blind. At this moment all you wanted was to be with Jack. You needed his comforting presence. Once you had wiped your eyes dry and calmed down, you decided you were in a decent condition to drive back. You did your best to control your breathing and not think about what just happened for fear of breaking down in the middle of busy London.

As soon as you reach you pulled your car into park and ran up to their flat, knocking on the door, your face already holding tears once more. Conor’s face fell as he opened the door, and you fell straight into his arms. “Jack!”

Jack took you into his arms as soon as he saw you crying into his brother’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms protectively around you as he hugged you to his chest, hushing you and trying to calm you down. “What happened love?”

You pulled away to look at him, but before you could get a word out, your lips trembled further, causing the tears to flow even more. “Oh god tell me it wasn’t that asshole”, Jack mumbled. Despite your hysterical state, you managed a guilty look.

“I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t lie to me. I should’ve believed you”, you whimpered.

Jack’s hold on you tightened, you could feel his body tense up. “So I was right?” he seethed. You nodded, still in his arms. “I’m actually going to kill him. Like I don’t really give a shit right now, I’m actually going to murder that bastard.” His voice was tense, shaky even. His breathing was coming out rather ragged. You had never seen Jack look this angry. Not even when he thought he had been robbed.

“No. Just leave it. I mean I just don’t want anything to do with him anymore”, you told him. “That includes you. Please stay away from him” The thought of any of your friends, especially Jack being around someone who broke your heart did not settle well with you. He led you towards the sofa where he sat the both of you down, with you leaning into him. “To think I was thinking of finally going all the way with him”, you added.

“You have no idea how glad I am that you didn’t!” The relief in Jack’s voice was very clear. His thumb dragged across your cheeks, wiping away the tears that had fallen. You already felt so much more at peace despite the incident happening only just.

That night, you stayed over at their place. You had all gone off to bed, and of course, you stayed in Jack’s bed. Jack switched off the lights and got into bed with you, pulling the covers to cover you both. “(Y/N)?”

You turned to face him in response, nodding your head as a go ahead. “I don’t know how to say this really. But…”

“Go on. It’s just me.”

“That’s the thing though isn’t it. It’s you.”

“How’d you mean?” You were a little confused but at the same time pretty anxious.

He ran his hands through his hair, before fiddling them around unsurely, finally settling to reach out for your hand. He gently took your hand in his, subconsciously almost as he played with your fingers. “(Y/N). I know you’re my best girl friend and all, but you’re than just that. I mean, when you and started spending less time with me, and more with, you know who, I guess that’s when it really hit me”, he said, with distaste upon mentioning your ex.

Your heart sped up as he said this. Could this mean what you thought? Were things finally going to change for the better between you. You saw him visibly breathe in deeply, as you unconsciously held your own breath. “I think I might be in love with you (Y/N).” You stared at him in shock, while he nervously searched for an answer across your face. Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the minimal space between you with your lips.

“I think I love you too”, you whispered as you drew back. “You know what, I actually know for a fact that I love you!”

A mix between a squeal and a giggle came from Jack, which caused you burst out laughing as he kissed you. This time, the kiss was definitely not as shy, neither of you holding back anymore. You soon fell asleep, both of you entangled. Your heart was more content than ever. You never thought you’d get over a break up this fast, but regardless, you thanked your lucky stars you had Jack.


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Chemistry - Stiles Stilinski

Prompt ;;  “’Ehhh’ is not an acceptable answer.”

“Yes it is!”

“Not when my question was, ‘Is it going to explode?’”

Summary ;;  in which a chemistry experiment goes completely wrong but y/n and stiles think it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Warnings ;; swearing but complete fluFF

Words ;; 1.3k

Published ;; 22nd august, ‘16


Stay safe + ily🌛

“Okay, you can choose your partners for this project, just be sensible.” Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Mr. Harris’ announcement; you turned your head towards your boyfriend, Stiles, only to find him already looking at you. Giving you a quick shrug, he got up from his own desk and snatched the now-empty seat next to you at the back of the classroom.

“That’s unlike Harris,” You chuckled as Stiles dropped his textbooks onto the table with a loud bang, a couple of students giving you dirty looks from the noise.

“I’m not complaining, though,” Stiles threw a grin your way before quickly pressing his lips to yours, pulling away a couple seconds later, a glint of happiness in his eyes as he stared lovingly at you. Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, a small smile on your soft lips. Even after being together for just over a year, the smallest things he does or says still manage to make you blush; you thought it was extremely silly that Stiles still had that much of an effect on you after all this time. But Stiles, on the other hand, thought it was absolutely adorable.

“[Y/L/N], Stilinski, don’t make me regret my decision even more than I already am.” Mr. Harris glared in your direction, most student’s heads turning towards the two of you and you coughed quietly, your heads snapping away from the previous proximity between the both of you and down at the scattered papers on the desk.

“That was your fault,” You commented with a chuckle, before picking up a bottle filled with an unknown fluid and began to pour it into another test tube, pretending like you knew what you were doing. But you didn’t worry because Mr. Harris didn’t trust any of his classes so he didn’t give them too hardcore acids that would have bad outcomes.

“Was not,” Stiles scoffed accompanied by a wholehearted laugh. His eyes then began filtering over to the other students who were actually doing something with the equipment given to them. “Wait- What are we actually supposed to be doing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Were you not listening?” 

“It’s difficult to concentrate when you look beautiful 24/7.” His response was quick as if he didn’t even need to think of an excuse for him getting distracted so easily. 

Aaaand, the blush was back again; red was rushing to your cheeks once more as you let out a soft laugh. “Oh, shut up,” Your eyes were shining with happiness as you looked away from him, your hair staggering down to hide your flush face.

But Stiles just shrugged casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he wound his arm around your waist and tugged your body delicately closer to his, “it’s true.”

“Well, do you think you could focus on this chem project instead of me, just for half an hour?” You raised your eyebrow over at him, your lips pulled up into an amused smile.

“Sounds too difficult for me but for you, I’ll try.” 

“Stop being cheesy and help me, you dork.” You began copying what the pair next to you were doing because you honestly had no clue but you had a feeling that you had either missed an ingredient or put one in that wasn’t needed.

“Is it supposed to be bubbling like that?” Stiles asked, curiosity lacing his tone as he glanced around the room. You were silent for a second as you observed your work and that’s when Stiles mumbled a quiet and worried, “You’ve done it wrong.”

“I haven’t! I copied them,” You confessed before nodding your head over at the pair adjacent. Stiles’ eyes widened when he identified whom it as that you had duplicated your work from.

“Greenburg? You copied from Greenburg? Are you serious, [Y/N]? Why?!” He whined like a child and you gave him a desperate look, trying to stop the bubbles from getting any bigger.

“I didn’t know what else to do!” You waved your hands around in panic as they began to overflow and submerge your textbooks in a mess of bubbles.

“Is it going to explode?” Stiles eyed the bubbles with wide eyes, muttering a rapid ‘shit, [Y/N],’ when the sound of fizzing coming from your test tube starting getting louder.

You gave him an uncertain look, “ehhh.”

“’Ehhh’ is not an acceptable answer.” 

“Yes it is!” 

“Not when my question was, ‘is it going to explode?’” Stiles whisper-shouted with a sass-ridden tone and you looked over at him with narrow eyes.

“Jesus, Stiles, I don’t know what it’s doing!” You exclaimed loudly, getting a few stares and then followed by a round of giggles when they noticed your current situation.

“It’s not stopping,” You muttered to your very unhelpful boyfriend at that moment.

“I can see that!” Stiles blurted aloud and you just stared at him with a neutral expression and he stared back. After a minute of silence, you let out a small giggle. Then after one small giggle came more unstoppable and uncontrollable giggles, you smacked your hand on top of your mouth to try and conceal them but it didn’t work.

“Why are you laughing?! It’s getting worse.” Stiles commented and you laughed harder, tears forming in your eyes at the sight of all the bubbles surrounding your desk.

“I fucked up so bad,” You managed to get out through your laughter and Stiles chuckled at your state.

“No shit.” Stiles laughed with you and gently pulled you away from the desk by your waist as the fizzing got even louder.

“Oh god,” You bit your lip to stop your giggles as you stared at the tube, suddenly, a loud pop sound followed by smoke emitting from the tube before the sound of the test tube cracking under the pressure, filled the room and Mr. Harris stood up from his desk at the front of the class, all heads turned towards the two of you who were stood up, your desk covered in a layer of foamy bubbles.

Your mouth was wide, a smile trying to break through as you tried desperately not to burst out laughing at the scene. Stiles arm still wrapped around your waist; a guilty smile on his lips. The two of you avoiding Mr. Harris’ glare to the best of your abilities. “What the hell is happening here?” He bellowed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped, your eyes widening when you realized that he had heard you as his raging eyes singled you out.

“Something funny about this [Y/N]?!” He asked loudly and you quickly shook your head and promptly shut up. “Two weeks detention for both of you! Head’s office, now!” He shouted, the anger in his tone echoing and bouncing throughout the chemistry lab as you and Stiles rapidly scrambled out of the room, snickering quietly.

As soon as the door closed, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter, you had to lean against someone’s locker to keep yourself from collapsing to the floor. “I’m so sorry,” You choked out through your laughter and Stiles pulled you into a side hug as you stumbled down the hallway towards the head’s office.

“God, I love you,” He muttered as you both began to gradually calm down, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Your lips moving in sync against his, he grabbed your waist and managed to bring you closer as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Glad to know it’s unconditional,” You mumbled against his lips and he grinned, slowly pulling away, his eyes glazed with happiness and amusement.

“Yeah, even when you do stupid shit.” He agreed with you, pecking your lips one last time before you reached the office, letting out one last giggle; you knocked on the door and awaited impending death for causing an out of control bubble explosion.


Assassin Retired - Damian Wayne x Reader

So again, a bunch of you asked for another part to the Assassin story so here it is! This is probably going to be the last full story with them but don’t be surprised if they’re mentioned again elsewhere ;). See more on the blog for more details.

Prompt:  Can you do part 3 to the assassins, but like theirs married life or honeymoon (requested by Anons)

Jason    Tim    Dick    Bruce   Damian   /  p. 2

You and Damian wasted no time in getting married after he proposed. Time was of the essence and you were eager to get rid of the last reminder of who you used to be. The two of you excitedly made your way to the closest Hong Kong courthouse that performed marriages the morning after he proposed.You imagined the family would be upset that they weren’t there to see the two of you get married but that was the last thing on you and Damian’s minds.

The ceremony was nothing to write home about. You and Damian signed a couple of papers said your “I do’s” and suddenly you were a woman reborn. You became [Y/N] Wayne and the last thread tying you to the assassin you were was severed.  After all this time, you and Damian fulfilled your quest to free yourselves from the League and you were actually free. It was a great feeling.

What you found most pleasureable about this whole experience though was the time you spent honeymooning with Damian in Jason’s Hong Kong safehouse. It was really the first time that you were able to be truly alone as a couple. Of course you had been intimate with him before you got married but those times were tainted by the dagger that had been hanging over your head. Now that you were free, you opened up even further to Damian and you became that much closer as a couple.

Your immensely enjoyable honeymoon was abruptly ended by Jason bursting into the safe house calling out to you. Things were just beginning to get intimately heated again between you and Damian again. You pushed against Damian’s chest to get his attention when you heard Jason enter the apartment.

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mischief, mistakes and miracles

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Love is like a surprising visit. Some people got it lucky, others got to wait in their wake but others just keeps finding theirs in the most ridiculous moments.

pairing: jungkook | reader
words: 3.2k 
genrefucking fluff
summary: jungkook’s friends were completely, absolutely and without a doubt not helping jungkook and his christmas wish. and to think his wish was his best friend, his friends find ways to screw him up.
a/n: i’m…,,,..writing this…,,at 4 fucking am….,,,, tagging @btslanesgurl and @pennelty because i fucking did this for you oh dammit AND MERRY CHRISTMAS MY BUBZ (( also i just edited because i did to many fuck ups pls excuse me while i cry ))

Love often finds its ways, doing its mischievous working on couples, on lovers, on strangers and in any under circumstances it find its victims in the most vulnerable situation, it never cease to waste its time ad instead capture its opportunity and make their lives utterly grossly frustrating.

Christmas season has a funny way of saying fuck you in the most infuriating way when Jungkook finds himself nibbling at his nails, gnawing at his cheeks as he wrecks his brain to concoct the best way to find a gift for you.

It also didn’t exactly help when Christmas season was being a complete ass to him when his friends who he sought for mature advice or ideas was teasing him behind his back or making it too fucking obvious that he is without a doubt head over heels for you.

It made it worse when Christmas always reminds him that this is probably the umpteenth Christmas he is spending with you and that amongst all those gifts that he gave with you, this particular year was giving him a big giant middle finger because you were making him go crazy beyond words.

“I can’t do this hyung, I just can’t,” He slammed his head onto the dining table, defeat sipping into his muscles and tendons making his limb numb with exhaustion from all the thinking. “I’m doomed. I’m gonna die in a bittersweet ending. Y/N will never like me. I will be alone for the rest of my life –“

“Freaking out won’t get you anywhere Jungkook,” Yoongi interrupted him, amused by his current situation. “Why don’t you just get Y/N a necklace or a bracelet with ‘Forever’ or what cheesy shit couples do –“

“Hey watch it Min,” The dulcet voice woke Jungkook up from his reverie, smiling at Yoongi’s girlfriend appearing from behind him. “You did that cheesy shit to me.”

“Shh, you don’t have to tell him Lucy,” Yoongi murmured, reddening from the sudden revelation that spilt into the conversation. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure Y/N would enjoy whatever you give her.”

“This is not just any gift hyung,” Jungkook silently screamed, his muscles straining beneath the skin of his neck, the frustration showing in his desperate eyes. “I-I got to make this confession special.”

“At the rate you’re going, you won’t be confessing anytime soon,” Lucy pointed out.

“Geez, I really appreciate the effort and help,” Jungkook muttered, slumping back in his seat.

“Look Y/N is someone you have known for like almost your entire life,” Yoongi began. “Whatever you do, I doubt Y/N won’t like you back. After all, she does have feelings for you.”

“That doesn’t really help,” Jungkook pointed out bluntly teeth sinking inhis lips, piercing the soft flesh out of nervousness. “I doubt she does.”

“And if she does?”

“I will be the happiest man alive.”

Almost the entire household knows about Jungkook’s undying love for you and when that happens, they found it in their duties to coax the confession out of Jungkook or ease him and you into the topic of young love.

It was a week before Christmas and the house was already screaming with festivity with all the gaudy décor that Jin insists they put up for the spirit of Christmas, as what Jin likes to say, as they put up their 6th string of lights on the Christmas tree. You came over, all prepared to help Jin out wth decorations and dinner and while all that seems normal, Jungkook couldn’t help but break out into cold sweat when you gave him a hug, smelling the fruity shampoo that lingered in your hair as he forced himself out of the embrace before he seems like a creep.

And Jin was being a complete asshole about this.

“Hey Y/N, why don’t you help Jungkook cut the onions. He is shit at that,” Jin flicked his gaze at the struggling boy, palms trembling and clammy from trying to avoid you but Jin just insists (he out right threatened) that Jungkook helps out as well.

“Okay,” You dropped from slicing the tomatoes. “Come here Jungkook.”

And the moment you placed you hands over his, Jungkook flinched, the burst of sparks and the flaring heat came surging through him right from your fingertips. Oh, the crazy things you did to him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You moved away, shocked by his sudden movement.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I just reaiised I gotta do something – be right back,” And with a half hearted wave and quick deathly glare upon Jin, he fled the scene, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Is Jungkook okay Jin?” You asked, your eyes still fixated at the door where Jungkook disappeared.

“Oh yeah he is,” Jin chimed, oblivious to what happened as he continued storring the stew in the pot. “Just needed to spice things up that’s all.”

“Spice what…?”

“Oh the soup! It needs more salt!”

Jungkook wished he picked better friends. Ones that actually stuck with him through shitty tough times and not belittle those moments because in all honesty, at this point, he might just go insane with the amount of teasing he is receiving.

Friday rolled by, and Jungkook was going out with Taehyung and Jimin with some inkling of hopes that he might stumble on some miracle of a gift that will sweep you off his feet and have him claim you his significant other. As thoughts and fantasies prod him further, he was not aware of the familiar petite figure in his vicinity when he entered a store with his hyungs.

“Hey look Jungkook! Isn’t that your girlfriend?” Taehyung raised his voice with a cruel intention and mischievous eyes that left Jungkook incredulous and eyes wide when you turned their way.

Shut the fuck up – oh hello there Y/N?”

“Fancy seeing the three of you here,” You greeted them, shopping bags filling up your arms. “Christmas shopping?”

“Oh yeah of course, Jungkookie here needs to buy something for his girl –“

“Buy something for my parents,” Jungkook harshly slammed his palm against Jimin’s mouth earning a groan from the latter, immediately shoving him away in disgust when Jimin licked the skin.

“Oh I see,” You smiled back at him, cautiously eyeing at their queer cynical behavior.

“Hey, those Christmas sweaters are really cute,” Taehyung pointed out to the rack of gaudy Chirstmas outfits with colourful prints that were just an eye sore to Jungkook.

“Both of you should get matching outfits,” Jimin pointed out to you and and a wide-eyed Jungkook.

“Yeah, oh my god, that will be so cute. Don’t you think Jungkook?” Taehyung played along, winking at the both of you.

“What –“ You began, completely baffled by Jimin’s words as you glanced at jungkook

“Okay, um sorry Y/N, we gotta go. Jin wants us home as soon as possible,” Jungkook interrupted, gathering Jimin and Taehyung with his arms as he directed him towards the exit without even giving you a proper glance.

“But we just got here –“ Jimin countered, but Jungkook’s impaling glare had JImin cowering and brisk walking towards the exit.

“Bye Y/N!”

But even their goodbyes were drowned by the blithe and chatter of the store, the Christmas music playing too loudly for someone who is trying to fathom out her thoughts about why Jungkook was being too hostile and strange right then and right there.

“I swear I might tear every single one of you alive,” Jungkook muttered under his breath as he paced back and forth in the studio room where Namjoon was busy fooling around on the computer whiel Hoseok was on the couch scrolling on his phone, tuning out Jungkook’s deathly rambles.

“I couldn’t even get out to get Y/N a gift because you all were literally up at my thorat every single time I try!” Jungkook burst out of sheer frustration, a grunt resounding at the back of his throat as he slumped on to the couch.

“Why don’t you write her a song?” Namjoon suggested, swiveling towards Jungkook’s worn out figure.

“Christmas is literally in two fucking days. I can’t write a song that fast,” Jungkook groaned, head falling back in defeat.

Why is love being so outwardly rude to him, making him wreck his brains for hours, wring out his energy to think because he is absolutely crazy for you and that you just can’t seem to get out of his mind every time he needed to space to think. You just do crazy things to him. But that’s why Jungkook is so in love with you; you bring out the most vulnerable, most risky feelings that Jungkook was willing to unearth from the depths of his heart and share it with you. You make the world seem so small when you are the entire universe in his very eyes, with all the spasm of emotions, adventures and memories that you carry with you.

“Might as well do it now,” Hoseok suggested, patting Jungkook’s back out of brotherly gesture or maybe it was out of commiserations and consolation for his lack of success.

“Yeah, Y/N is coming over soon. So you might want to get a head start,” Namjoon began, ideally watching his watch as a smile graced his lips.


“Oh, hello there Jungkook! I didn’t know you would be here too,” You waved at the three of them, eyes immediately fixated on the younger boy who had his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something but his words were castrated at the back of his throat.

“Hello Y/N, thanks for coming over to the song. But I was thinking Jungkook would be a good voice partner for this song,” Namjoon nonchalantly spoke, blatantly ignoring Jungkook who was still stunned by your presence – not to mention you were looking exceptionally beautiful.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” You mused, ignoring the bliss that erupts in your chest at the thought of singing with Jungkook.


“A-ah…” Jungkook trailed off, unsure of how to figure ways to escape out of this. Oh yes, how he yearned to sing with you, gaze at your eyes as he slipped his fingers in yours and let the whole world revolve around you as you sing to your heart’s content. But at the moment, he was freaking the fuck out.

“Jungkook, come on. Are you ready?” Hoseok shuffled slinging an arm around his younger friend.

He caught the upturn of your lips, the gleam of flickering hope and promise in your eyes. It pained him when he thought of turning this opportunity down but he just can’t seem to collect his thoughts, take a breather because if he chased for you right now and right then, he might just screw up his chance.

“I-I’m sorry. Something came up so I don’t think I could do it. Sorry Y/N,” Jungkook shove Hoseok’s arm off before walking out the door with an unapologetic aura left behind.

His words may have been little, unsympathetic and little effort was put in to cover up for his monotonous behavior, but it still felt like a stab in the heart, piercing you out from your fantasies as you watch him walk away.

“Sorry Y/N. Jungkook just doesn’t have the confidence to do it.” Hoseok looked at you apologetically.

“Its okay. It doesn’t matter,” You breathed out, shaking out of your reveries.

It really does actually. It really does.

The festive spirit did come by at Jungkook door on Christmas morning but it was really bothering him because despite the numerous attempts at banging the door and waking Jungkook up from his haunted thoughts, Jin does not get any signs that Jungkook was going to come out any sooner.

“He really got that bad huh?” You questioned, concern lacing her voice.

Its Christmas and friends and family were already gathered in the living room, the waft of delicacies of marinated meat and sweet tangible scent of champagne filling the air. Excited chatter and blithe breaks out here and there but there was an empty void in the crowd that everyone keeps to themselves as they waited for Jungkook to come out from his hibernation.

“Yeah, he hasn’t come out since last night,” Jin sighed.

“What has gotten into him lately…” You muttered to yourself, shaking your head at the boy’s attitude. The once sanguine lively personality that he possessed was no diminished into ashes and you weren’t sure why. You really though that you could rekindle whatever that you thought you could have with Jungkook, dropping hints here and there, but Jungkook was not reciprocating any of your signs of love for him.

“Come, let me talk to him,” You suggested, giving Jin a small smile. “You go entertain the guests Jin.”

“Thanks Y/N. I really appreciate it. No wonder –“ Jin began but abruptly stops and hushed himself. “Gotta go. Good luck.”

Once Jin was out of your sight, you knocked on the door gently, pressing your cheeks against the cold teak door that separates you form the troubled boy.

“Jungkook,” You softly called out. “Its me. Y/N. Can we talk?”

It was barely a minute that Jungkook storied out from his bed, completely disheveled and disoriented form the lack of sleep he had. What could he do when he hadn’t gotten you a gift because he was so troubled by the possibilities and consequences and he got so caught up that he wasn’t aware with the fact that he still hasn’t gotten anything for you. For his fucking crush.

When the lock clicked and the door was open, leaving it ajar for you discover whatever mess was behind these walls, you were greeted to a worn out boy that you were head over heels for, stiffened and tensed with every step you took towards him.

“Jungkook,” You reached out to him, smoothening down his chestnut hair. “Do you want to talk it out?”

Jungkook didn’t flinch under your touch because truthfully, all he needed was your presence, your company, the very thing that finds solace in because he feels so out of place right then.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jungkook murmured, his hoarse voice audible to your ears. “Sorry for being so harsh and weird around you.”

“Hey, if you were so worried about me not forgiving you, you shouldn’t have shut the others out. We could talk it out and I would forgiven you,” You smiled, hands cupping his face, the gesture making Jungkook’s heart swell.

“I just…” Jungkook let out a shaky breath.

“Come on Kook. I forgive you. You don’t have to worry about anything –“

“No you don’t understand Y/N,” Jungkook burst out, making you stagger back in shock. “Y-you don’t understand…”

“What do you mean Jungkook?”

“I couldn’t get a gift for you. I was so sure I was going to give you the best give after all those years of crappy gift cards or chocolates and other stuff,” Jungkook blurted out, his heart pouring out no truer words along with the intense emotions that remained formant for the past years. “I want to show you how much you mean to me, how amazing and crazy I am for you. But I’m always fucking things up and I just want to make sure my confession is enough for you to like me back.”

Jungkook was out of breath when he stops, his chest heaving and hands clammy but he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. His gaze fell to your eyes, ones that he had always to disappoint because of his lack of confidence, zero balls to go up to and tell you how much he actually admire the twinkling of your coffee brown eyes.

“You could have just said so,” You softly spoke, leaning forward and slinging your hands around his shoulders and pulling him closer to your face. You could taste yesterday’s coffee and peppermint in his erratic breathing from your sudden gesture. “If I had known, I wouldn’t be sulking, thinking you hated me. But now seems the right time to do the confessing.”

When you pressed your lips against his, the soft flesh tasting absolutely amazing in Jungkook’s taste buds, he almost had to think twice about what was actually happening because fuck is this actually happening. He could taste the cherry chapstick, the pumpkin spice latte you had this morning and all the concoction of flavors that riles him up. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer and lifting you off the ground because oh god, he was just beyond contented with what was happening right now.

Breaking away with reluctance, Jungkook still held you in his arms, gazing in your eyes, the stars swimming with fervor like in the milky way. It was hard to dawn in him that you kissed him, and not that he was complaining, he would sweep you in for another kiss but he wasn’t really expecting anything surreal on a Christmas day.

“So now that you and I confessed and we probably might go out on a date tomorrow,” You began, still breathless from the kiss. “Are you going out of your room now?”

“If I get another kiss…?” Jungkook tried, leaning forward. You quirked your eyebrows, giggling at his clinginess. Pecking on his lips before playfully shoving him off.

“Come out if you want more kisses,” You singsong as you walk out the door, the mellifluous voice hitting the shell of his ears. Jungkook had to hold himself back from pulling you into his arms because god, you were adorable.

Well he better get ready if he wants you.

“Oh my god, its by fucking time they both confessed,” Taehyung squealed, eyeing the entanglement of fingers as both of you shied away from their gaze.

“My children are all so grown up,” Jin tears up, pulling the both you in an embrace, squeezing the life out of you.

“Come on guys, give them some space,” Yoongi pointed out, shoving the rest of them away. “Oh wait –“

All 6 pair of eyes flickered towards the ceiling, the hint of green appearing above their heads. Jungkook groaned inwardly, shutting his eyes in embarrassment at the thought of this really cliché Christmas tradition unfolding in front of his friends.

Kiss, kiss, kiss!” The words spoke like a spontaneous chant and even if Jungkook was shy about this whole thing, he looked at you, and the knowing look you had made his heart warm and flutter. And instantly, he pressed his lips against yours, melting in your warmth and softness that still feels extremely amazing and he doesn’t really know if he could get used to this.

An eruption of cheers and cries beat in his ears but nothing could compete to the sounds of your giggles when he pulled away as he held you in his arms, tuning out the entire world and focusing on you and only you.

“Merry Christmas my love,” He whispered, gazing into your eyes with full adoration and love.

“Merry Christmas Kook,” You smiled, nose brushing against his. You read the unalloyed alacrity in his wide smile, in the eyes that gleamed with incandescence, in everything that you could finally call yours.

Because Jungkook may have given you crappy gift cards, chocolates and other stuff, his love was the most magical gift he could ever give to you.

im flipping my shit rn because the cheesiness is unreal here and i hate it


A/N: I wrote this a while ago and kind of forgot about it. And then I found it and tweaked it a little bit… and ta-da! Summary: Reader gets injured when her and Morgan are in the field, and Spencer gets mad at Morgan for letting her get hurt. Enjoy!! :-)


“Hotch, we can’t wait for back up, the woman in there is in danger. Morgan and I are going in” you radioed over to your team leader. Looking at Morgan, he nodded as you two split up and went into separate entrances of the house the unsub was in.

You broke down the back door with a swift kick, then shone your light into the darkness. You aimed your gun around in front of you as you quietly searched the house for any sign of life.

All of a sudden, you felt a hard object hit you in the head as your body fell to the ground. Luckily, you weren’t knocked out by the hit – you stood up and steadied yourself. A struggled ensued as you used your hand to hand combat training. Unfortunately, the man you were in a tussle with was about twice your size. After yelling multiple times for Morgan, the unsub got a hold of your gun and shot.

You looked to your side to see that he had grazed your arm with the bullet. As soon as your hand flew up to your fresh wound, Morgan came crashing in, shooting the unsub in the leg.

“We need an ambulance here, quick!” he yelled into his radio as he stayed with the unsub. “Y/N, are you okay? Did he get you?” he asked when he saw the blood coming from your arm. He started for you when you stopped him.

“Just a little graze, it’s okay. Stay with the unsub, I’m going to go find the woman” you told him as you gritted your teeth and put pressure on your wound.


30 minutes later, you were sitting in the back of an ambulance. One medic was stitching up your arm as the other was patching up the wounds on your face. You were spacing off, when you saw a blur of Spencer running towards you.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?” he asked hysterically when he saw your face full of cuts and bruises.

“Spence, I’m okay – it looks a lot worse than it really is” you tried to laugh it off, but Spencer was standing in front of you analyzing your condition, about to tell the paramedic how to do his job.

“She should probably get a cat scan. Actually, it might just be best if you take her to the hospital so she can get a full check-up” he ordered to the medic.

You looked at the medic with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t listen to him. What you’re doing will suffice and I will be fine” you aimed the last part at Spencer. Not convinced, he stood there still analyzing the state you were in.

Morgan walked over once he had the unsub situated. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I feel terrible. Are you okay?”

“It’s just a couple of cuts and bruises – really, I’m okay Morgan” you reassured him with a pat on the arm.

“No, it’s not okay!” Spencer burst out of nowhere.

You and Morgan both whipped your heads his way. Morgan gave him a stern look. “What was that, kid?”

“Y/N should not be in the shape she is now! You guys should have waited for backup; and you split up?! Hasn’t this team learned not to split up yet?! If you would have stayed with her, she would not be in this pain! That was a rookie mistake, Morgan” Spencer bellowed and then stormed away.

A wave of confusion washed over you and Morgan.

“He’s right… I’m really sorry, Y/N”

“Don’t take it personally, Morgan, he must just be under a lot of stress… It’s not fair that he said that. I don’t know what has gotten into him…”

Morgan stayed with you until you were completely patched up. What Spencer had said was still bugging you. “I think I’m going to go find Spence and talk to him” you told Morgan as you hopped off of the back of the ambulance.

You found Spencer on the other side of the crime scene, staring at the pond the unsub had in his backyard.

“Hey Spence” you said softly as you came up behind him.

He turned around and got a look of sorrow on his face when he looked at your beaten up face. “Y/N, you really should be resting right now” he turned back to look at the water.

You sighed at how difficult he was being. “I’m okay, really…” you tried to think of a way to bring up his little episode. “What happened with Morgan back there… I know you know that it wasn’t his fault that this happened… what’s really bugging you?” you asked as you turned his body so that he was facing you.

He looked into your eyes and pushed a piece of your loose hair behind your ear. “I know, I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… upset what I saw what had happened to you. I was mad that I wasn’t there to protect you, and it just breaks my heart to see you in pain” he said as his eyes began to fill with tears. “You mean a lot to me, Y/N. Just the thought of losing you… I can’t bear to think about it”

You wrapped him up in a hug – Spencer was the sweetest man you had ever met. His kind spirit, intelligence, and his looks were all so intoxicating. So intoxicating, that you had developed quite the crush on him.

“I’m right here, Spence, and I’m not going anywhere” you told him as you nestled your head into his chest.

Spencer buried his head into your hair and kissed the top of your head. He breathed in the scent of your shampoo and thought about what it would be like if you two were a couple.

You stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms for what seemed like eternity. If only you two would express how you felt about each other – things would be happier. But both of you were too scared. And neither of you had the courage.

So you stood there. Two people secretly in love with each other, but too afraid to take the leap. 

Unaware As Why

Originally posted by 1derland-niall-louis-blog

“And there’s your baby.”

The ultrasound technician reports as you and Harry watch the screen tentatively.  At five months pregnant, your belly is slowly but surely enlarging, as you watch the trained woman run the transducer probe across it.

“Would you like to know the gender?” She smiles and you snap your head towards Harry.

“Do we?”

He gives you a look of agreement and you nod towards the woman in charge.

She moves the transducer around a bit more, studying the screen closely before beaming at you both.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs.Styles, you’re having a baby girl.”

You let out a breath as Harry’s eyes widen, lips curling into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him.

“R-Really?” His countenance is happier than a child at Disneyland and you hold the same appearance.

The technician nods, “Really.” Your husband leans over to give you the best hug he could as you lie on the bed, cold jelly over your bump.

He leans closer into you as you are handed a copy of the ultrasound image, eyes filled with admiration.

“Hi there,” Harry speaks to your stomach, “you’re beautiful already, if you could see yourself.”

The technician gives you a nod before exiting, giving you both a few moments to yourselves.

“I’m so glad to be having you, princess.” He kisses a soft spot, almost in tears.

“Hi, love.” You greet your soon-to-be-born daughter, “Daddy’s a bit emotional, if you haven’t already learned.” A laugh electing from both of you.

“We’re so excited to have you, I hope you know how happy we are. I hope we can make you happy as well.”

Your husband carries a face of contentment as he squeezes your hand, laying a kiss on your knuckles.

“Your mummy and I love you so, so much.” He whispers closely, rubbing your side gently.

“So much.”


“This is fun.” You declare, a price gun in your hand as you register items for your baby shower.

“Mm, nothing else can compare to putting the dangling thing that will hang over your daughter’s crib on your baby list.” Gemma jokes, scanning the bar code of a crib mobile.

The countdown is on as you slowly begin more and more preparation for the baby, one of them being to actually purchase furniture. Gemma insisted on aiding you with the task, telling you that her future niece would appreciate her opinion. You were going to ask her anyway.

“My goodness, this is all so adorable.” She gushes at the plush toys, taking one into her hands.

“Consider it my first present to her, whatever her name is.”

You giggle, “Darcy, or Sydney. Your brother can’t make up his mind.”

She scrunches her face, “You’re not picking it?”

“Well,” You pick up a random toy, “I can’t really find a decent one without it being linked to someone I don’t like or Harry doesn’t, nor can I seem to decide on much lately. But, regardless of that, even before we were married, I know that a baby girl is all Harry’s been waiting for so I thought I’d let him choose. Besides, I’m more of the veto person rather than the suggestion type when it comes to this big of a decision.”

With a nod, Gemma bends to check the cost of a crib you two were examining earlier.

“God… that’s too much.” You frown after learning the price. It is perfect however, something you could easily convert into a toddler bed when the time comes. The colour is one of your favourites and you could already picture your little one curled up in it, with you and Harry hovering over her with adoration emanating off your bodies.

Gemma smiles, “And my second present to her.”

You gasp, “No, no, Gem. I can’t let you get this for her-”

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

“Well, obviously I think she’ll love it but-”

“Then she’ll look beautiful in it.” She stops your sentence, and you learn not to fight it. She’d only sneak around you later on despite your arguments.

“How is she doing, anyways? How was yesterday’s check-up?”

You grin, “Fantastic. The nurse said she and I are doing fantastic for eighteen weeks.” You place your hand on top of your protruding belly, feeling her movement underneath you.

“Gem,” You whisper, “She just kicked. Do you want to feel?”

Her eyes pop out, immediately situating her own hand on the spot.

“You feel that?” She nods, stunned at your daughter’s actions. “I think that might be her knee.” You feel the bulge.

“God, I cannot wait for you.” She informs your bump, giving it a light kiss before smiling widely at you.

“I am so going to spoil her.”

You laugh, “I can tell by the cost of the things you’ve just declared your buying within the last five minutes.”

“Something tells me that her father isn’t going to hold back on it either.” She winks.

“You don’t even know the half of it, Gem.”


“Well someone seems happy.” Harry muses, watching you smile widely at your phone. “Looking at photos of me?”

You scoff at him, “Absolutely not. I’d have a face of agony whilst seeing those.”

He rolls his eyes, opening the duvet to lie beside you.

“I’m just looking over some of the things we ordered. Gem is already spoiling her and she’s not due for another four months.”

“Of course.” He laughs, “What, did she buy a crib or something?”

“Actually, yes,” You smirk at him, “care to see it?” You load the photo of the purchased item.

“Oh god,” He groans, nuzzling his nose into your neck, “I told her not to do anything like that for us.”

Your eyes bulge out in fake surprise, “She’s just as stubborn as her brother!”

“Very funny.” Harry squints at you, “Let’s hope she doesn’t have her mother’s sense of humour.”

You gasp, “You’re so rude! Like you’re any better with your knock-knock jokes.”

“Those provoke quality laughs! The fans love them!” He gapes, eyebrows curled in confusion.

“The fans love you, Harry.” You chuckle, “And loving you also comes with putting up with your dork-like actions.”

“You love them.” He shakes his head, pecking the button of your nose.

“I do, and she will as well.”


It all remains extremely vivid in your mind.

Everything happened so quickly, so suddenly with adrenaline surging through both your bloodstreams.

First, you were stripping down for a shower. You giggled to yourself as you remembered Harry’s whining for you not to leave him on the couch just a few minutes ago. The water was warming as you shed your undergarments whilst examining your figure in the mirror.

“Shit.” You muttered, realising you left the towels in the dryer from washing them earlier that day. You shut off the water and wrapped a robe around yourself before exiting.

Whilst the towels, you suddenly felt a sharp pain to your pelvic region. You stood in the hallway, clutching both your lower area and your back, for it as well was hurting.

“Ah,” You hissed, wishing for the pressure to disappear as you went back to the bathroom.

As you reached out for the faucet lever, you felt it. Water pushed out from your core and flowed down to the tile of your bathroom. You gasped, having a heavy feeling of what it already was.

“No, no.” You shook your head furiously, not wanting to believe the gut feeling in your stomach.

“Harry!” You called, him rushing to the bathroom at the sound.

“What’s the matter?” He inquires before seeing a pool of liquid underneath you.

“We need to get to the hospital.”

The entire scene replays in your head over and over again as you sit distressed in the waiting room of the hospital. Your eyes hardly blink from being so uneasy.

Harry rubs the back of your hand gently, attempting to keep a relaxed face despite the trouble.

“Y/N Styles?” A nurse calls out, clipboard in hand.

You both stand apprehensively, sharing a sigh before following the nurse.

“Dr. Cameron should be in shortly, it’s good that she’s still here.” You are told.

Ten minutes in whilst waiting, your regular doctor makes an appearance.

“So what seems to be the problem?” She asks, cheery regardless of the long shift she must have gone through.

Harry exchanges looks with you before recounting the night’s events.


“We’re going to do an ultrasound first just to check up on everything.” The machinery is pulled out and cold jelly is applied to your bump.

The doctor’s mouth parts as she studies the screen, waving the transducer around. You hear her sigh, causing you to be alarmed.

“What, what’s going on?”

“We’re going to run some tests on your body.” She states curtly.

“Why? Is my baby okay?” You tremble in the bed, tightening your grasp on Harry’s hand.

She parts her lips for a few seconds, scrambling to find a proper response. “We’re checking to make sure she is.”

Several tests are taken on your body, leaving you and your husband in angst inside the exam room. Harry would occasionally lean in to kiss parts of your body in an attempt to calm your nerves.

Dr. Cameron finally enters the room hours later, a file of papers in her grip. She tries to have a poker face however you know it will not last.

“The pressure and sudden burst was your water breaking.” She informs you both, confirming your earlier thoughts.

“How can that be? I-I’m still in my second trimester.” You stare at her, mouth ajar.

She gives you an uneasy look before sitting in the side chair next to you.

“This is due to a condition called cervical insufficiency, where weak cervical tissue causes it to open early, resulting in premature birth or the loss of the baby. Though it is rare, it can happen anywhere in your second trimester and holds fatal risks in a pregnancy. In your case, which unfortunately has happened before, when your water broke, the placenta along with tissue from the fetus were released from your body.”

You sit speechless, scrambling to find the proper words. But there isn’t anything you can say as your lower lip trembles, tears at the brink of falling. Harry grips your hand tighter, speaking for you.

“S-So what does this mean?”

Dr. Cameron swallows hard, her face full of something you’d never want to see from a doctor.

“The placenta is connected to the umbilical cord, where nutrients transport from your body to your baby. Because the placenta was lost from your body, your baby could not survive. You’ve had a miscarriage, I’m sorry.”

“W-We…” You stumble on your words, a sob escaping your lips. Your hand falls away from your stomach to Harry, whose strong-willed facade fell to one of disbelief, motionless as you tug him closer.

“I’ll um…I’ll give you two some time.” She exits the room quietly, leaving an implacable silence to circulate through.

Your vision is blurry whilst gazing at Harry, who wears an expressionless face. His lips are parted with eyes full of every emotion there could be. He doesn’t know what to feel, or how to feel.

“H.” You gasp out, blinking rapidly as more tears cascade down your face.

He looks at you with water-filled eyes, parting his lips every few seconds in an attempt to make some sense of the situation. However, as he lets out a wary breath and leans in closer, nothing needs to be said. Harry clutches you closer, finally crying as well while rocking you both back and forth.

“We’ll be okay.” He tells you weakly, having a hard time believing the sentence himself. Though despite any situation, he would always reassure the both of you that it would be alright.


Silence overtakes the rest of the night.

On the car ride home, your vision is fixed out the window. Though you’ve been through this ride countless times before, it is only now that you notice the amount of city lights that surround you.

Subconsciously, your hand drops to your belly. Normally, you’d feel a small kick from your little one. Nothing is there anymore.

You begin to cry, tears travelling a well-known route down your face. You’re forced to bite your lip to hold back a sob, however Harry already knows you’re bawling. He takes your hand in his, releasing a breath.

It becomes harder to breathe as you give in, heaving to yourself. He only squeezes your hand harder, water expelling from his eyes as well.

“She can’t be gone.” You say lowly, eyes now trained on the dashboard in front of you.

Harry peeks over at you, rubbing his thumb across your the back of your hand. Nothing more is said until you reach home.

Inside, you are stricken harshly with reality. Every step becomes increasingly difficult as you head towards the bedroom, your breath lost with each whimper. Harry strides behind you, a hand situated on your back to prevent you from breaking down.

You’re forced to hold back a blubber whilst walking past the nursery, refusing to glance inside.

“Almost there.” His voice pokes, guiding you to the bedroom. You almost don’t want to be there since the connecting en-suite is where it happened.

Once tucked in, you have a hard time finding any solace despite your husband’s calming touch.

“She can’t be.” You mutter, staring at the glass of water on your bedside table.

He sighs from behind you, feeling the pain course through him as well. Slinging an arm to your side, Harry kisses your temple softly. For a moment, he nuzzles his nose into your neck, laying another kiss to your sweet spot.

“I love you.” He whispers, and though you aren’t able to reply, he knows your answer very well.


“We don’t have a baby anymore, Harry.” You utter gently, more tears flowing down as he enters the room. “We should just return all of those things.” You refer to the crib full of baby items you had just bought days ago whilst in the living room.

He gulps down, glancing at you nervously from his upright position. He’s not willing to do anything rash just yet. Quite frankly, having to deal with any reality that does not include your daughter is like being repeatedly slapped in the face to him.

“Maybe we should wait, love. We need time to think about everything before making irrational decisions.”

“What’s the point?” You snap your head up at him, a glare clear across your face. “She’s gone, Harry! She’s not here anymore.”

You then realise your hand has been stroking on your belly, and at the absence of warmth from your palm does it hit you that there will no longer be any movement.

Your husband snaps his head up to meet your scowl, though with a face of empathy rather than one ready to argue.

“We don’t need to keep those things if we aren’t expecting anymore. It’d be even more irrational to have them around. ” You tell him harshly, your tear-streaked face.

He says nothing to fight back, only taking strides from his away position to you. You glance up at him, warmth encompassing your body as he embraces you closely.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, stroking the back of your head as you cry softly into his chest. Tears spring down his eyes as well, pressing his lips together to keep quiet. He is unsure of what to say, both of you are. What do you do in a situation as tragic as this?

With a kiss to the top of your head, you find solace in his body, soon drifting off into sleep.


Three days have passed since the incident.

You have not had much contact with the rest of the world, Harry doing all of the food shopping so that you don’t have to go out. The only people you have spoken to are your mother and mother in-law, both feeding you words of wisdom and comfort.

“Love, I knew someone who suffered from that exact event when I was your age.” Anne told you over the phone, “It was difficult, but they were able to get through it. A few years later, they ended up having two kids who are very healthy from the last time I’ve spoken to her.”

You give a half-hearted smile, “Thank you for the hope. Dr. Cameron said there would be some correction procedure I could go through, should we want to try again.”

She nodded, “There we go. You should never give up on it, darling.”

Harry was then handed the phone, with his mother relaying to him that she was proud.

“What do we do, mum.” He asked, teary eyed as he left the room.

“Nothing else.” She replied, a small smile making its way to her face. “You’re doing everything you can at the moment, both of you are. You’re taking care of yourselves, which is the best thing you can do.”

He pouted lowly at his mother, thankful for the reassurance.

“I know it’s difficult, love. But you have to be strong, for the both of you.”

Harry had been, seeing as he was the one to make sure the two of you still functioned by doing normal human things. He would cook meals when the time came for needed nutrients and run a sponge across your body when it came time to cleanse. For the most part, his touch would never leave your skin, not that you ever wanted it to.

“I’m proud of you for looking after her.” His mother cooed.

“She’s done it before for the both of us.” Harry paused to take a glimpse of you, seeing your blank stare at the painting he had done not too long ago. “Now it’s my turn.”

That was two days ago. You now stand listless in your hallway, peering into the room that would be a nursery. Your hand absentmindedly falls to your stomach before remembering that nothing is there anymore, and so you swipe it away quickly.

Your husband stands a few feet behind you, arms crossed as he follows your movement inside the room. You plant yourself on the floor with Harry following suit.

“Why do people always say ‘I’m sorry’ when something terrible happens.” You utter, vision fixed on nothingness.

“I mean, most of the time it isn’t even their fault. In most situations, they had nothing to do with why it went so badly and there’s nothing they could do to fix it.”

“I think they just say it as an expression of empathy,” He attempts to reason, “that ‘I’m sorry’ is supposed to a symbol of understanding emotional pain and feeling remorse for us having to go through it.”

You chortle, “Why should anyone feel guilt when I’m the only one to blame.”

His face falls, head shaking at your response, “Don’t say that, please don’t think that, angel.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” You choke out, “You probably think it too.”

“No, I don’t.” He swallows, tears now travelling down his cheeks.

Your hand travels to your stomach again, which is now bump free. Your face is sour, water decorating it slowly.

“C’mon, Harry.” You mutter softly, “If it weren’t for my damn cervix opening up early, we’d still be having a baby.”

“Please stop saying those things, my love.” He practically begs you whilst trying to intertwine your hand with his.

“What is it that people in the medical field call it, an ‘incompetent cervix’, hm?” You almost laugh at how pathetic you’re feeling at the moment.

“You can’t put yourself at fault here, darling.”

“And why not?” You snap, though your face is still soft, “It’s because of me and my stupid body, you know that.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know that. You don’t know that either.”

“How can you be so sure it wasn’t your incompetent wife’s fault?” You susurrate, losing your grasp on the situation.

“Because I cannot blame you for something you had no control over.”

You don’t meet his eyes as he continues, “There’s no possible way you or anyone else, even the ultrasound technician, would have known that this would happen. Dr. Cameron said that cervical insufficiency is very hard to diagnose especially if a pregnant woman appears as healthy as you are. So please, please, Y/N, don’t fall so hard over something so tragic that no one would predict.”

“Why aren’t you angry?” You shift your head to face his. “Why are you so good to me in this situation?”

“You are not incompetent, nor are you responsible for this happening.” He replies as you finally allow your fingers to come together.

Resting your head upon his shoulder, he wraps an arm to meet your other side. You lick your dry lips as water glides past them and onto your thighs. Grief is written across your face but fades the tighter your husband holds you. Harry breathes out, the weight of the world slowly but surely lifting off his shoulders every time you allow him in.

“If we aren’t meant to have her right now, then we aren’t.” Though it pains him to speak those words, you both know that they are the truth.


The next morning you are awaken at the early hour of 7am.

“What are you doing?” You grumble, noticing the time at which you were shaken up.

“Up, love. We’re going out today.”

Your face falls into a panic, “W-Why? Harry, I don’t-”

“I think we both know that we need some time away from this house.”

He kisses your temple whilst tracing your hair softly, “C’mon.”

The 8:35am train from London to Dorset is one that is not very packed on a Monday. Most people would be going into the city, not out from it.

You did not argue very much about leaving, considering you did not have the energy or mentality to want to do so with your husband. He sits across from you with a guitar on his side, gazing out the window.

“Admiring me, again?” He smirks and you giggle, the first one since the accident.

“More like wondering why you brought that, you hardly ever play it for me, let alone out in public.”

“Hm, you’ll see when we get there.” He hums, going back to watching the English countryside travel past him.

After a few hours and a taxi drive, you two arrive at the top of East Cliff in West Bay, Dorset. The morning fog has yet to clear up, leaving you to peer out into the grey distance.

“This is amazing, Harry.” You remark at the beauty of your surroundings. He hums in reply, kissing the top of your head.

Your hands are shoved into your pockets as you marvel at the view. The Atlantic ocean seems endless from your position, local fisherman decorating the sea. The grass underneath you is soft, green as can be along with seagulls making their noise not too far away. The ocean breeze is almost enough to clear your mind. Almost.

“When I was struggling with myself,” Harry starts, bringing you back to his presence. “with all the attention from the media while trying to find out who I was, you never once argued with me about it. You never once got upset with me, or at least you didn’t do it to my face.”

You watch his movement, sighing as he added on, “I know me having a hard time affected us both, but you never once doubted that things would get better. You held us up. Now it’s my turn to be strong for the both of us.”

“Harry…” You utter, realising why he has never once lashed back at your anger.

“Though it’s killing me that we have to have this, I know we’ll get through it.” He whispers as the corners of his lips curve up.

“Thank you.” You say in a hushed tone, sending a smile back.

It is silent for a few more minutes until the steady strum of a familiar song echos to your ears. Harry stands beside you, getting ready to sing.

You were just a small bump unborn, in four months you’re brought to life
You might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your mother’s eyes

Your breath hitches at the choice of song, chills running up your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stand tall as you are unable to comprehend your emotions.  

I’ll hold your body in my hands be as gentle as I can
And now your scan on my unmade plans
Small bump, in four months you’re brought to life

Tears accumulate as he continues singing, you noting the emotions coursing through him as well.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” You gasp, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You almost hum along, the song fitting everything that’s gone on in your life.

I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll give you nothing but truth
If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you

You think about your baby, where she is and how she is doing. The events you had already imagined in your mind are no longer coming to pass, but with every turning second you know that she’ll always be with you somehow to celebrate.

The jitters you held about giving birth, dealing with the lack of sleep, temper tantrums and fits of crying all faded once she went away. You aren’t going to join the armada of mothers in the world who speak the same language just yet, however you know that Darcy or Sydney will always make you think like one.

“She would’ve had all the love in the world.” You whisper, lips twitching into a smile of getting over your grief.

“She already does.” Harry responds before singing the last verse of Small Bump.

‘Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as why 

I don’t have any words for this, mainly because it was so difficult to write both physically and emotionally. Nevertheless, thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope it’s alright. Apologies for the medical side of this if it isn’t right, I tried my best to make it seem accurate.

If you’ve ever had a miscarriage / know someone that has, I’m sorry. I understand that miscarriages come more often than we think and I don’t know why, but I do hope that whoever has experienced it is able to cope well with the situation. It’ll be alright.

If you’ve ever watched Broadchurch (One of my top four fav shows, seriously), then the cliffs of where it is filmed is where Harry and Y/N go. If you’ve ever seen House M.D. (also one of my complete favs, ugh), Dr. Cameron on there is who I refer to here, heh.

Thank you for being so lovely in reading, messaging and following. You’re wonderful

Love to you if you’re reading this,

Iz xx

Liar, Liar

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Bucky one shot where they play a game called “Too Hot”, which is where they have to see how long they can go without touching each other, at all, whilst intensely making out and the first person to touch the other loses
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, sexy times/make-out session?
2,029 words

Notes: I got carried away with this. lmao I’m not sorry at aLL. Lots of Avengers bonding + teasing + a recovered cute Bucky. YAASSS! Thank you so much for requesting my baaby! Hope you all enjoy it! <3

You let out a snicker before slightly lifting your head from Bucky’s shoulder when you finally realized the Team’s current talk subject. 

It wasn’t something to be surprised though since it was a party’s end and everyone was a little tipsy given Natasha’s russian drinks.

Well, everyone except Steve, Bucky and Vision for…obvious reasons. 

It was nice to see the oh so Earth’s mightiest heroes so relaxed like that. After Ultron, it took a while until the team got reunited again and even more time for them to have a moment like this. 

Before everyone would be tensed and alert like they were waiting for something, someone to show up out of nowhere. 

Because well…there would be always a remarkable party’s end in everyone’s life and Ultron just happened to be theirs. 

But the current one was most definitely not like Ultron. 

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BTS Jimin: Nothing more than Friends

Scenario where you feel like your relationship with Jimin doesn’t mean anything to him 

WARNING:  kind of angsty…? idk lol

Were you the jealous type? You’ve never considered it before, until you watched your boyfriend of two years practically straddle another girl from some up-coming girl group (whose name was so irrelevant you didn’t even bother to remember). You know you should’ve been reasonable, as it was just for a game that they were playing on a variety show, yet you couldn’t help but feel slightly ticked off as your eyes glued to your TV screen. It was another pointless mud game that required partners. Jimin and the girl were paired up and the host just couldn’t stop himself from making couple jokes. And of course on-screen text animations had to appear as well, saying Jimin had a crush on her. Anyone else could’ve have interpreted the situation differently, but you knew that Jimin was just a foolishly innocent boy that was always too nice to everyone. Obviously no one knew that he wasn’t single, so they found it appropriate to match him up to any pretty girl around his age.

You stared at the TV screen, completely unmoved and unamused as the host poked fun at Jimin for smiling at the girl so brightly. He smiled like that around everyone. It didn’t help the fact that the girl was giggling like a lovestruck teenager as Jimin just continued to smile like the airhead that he was. You frowned as you thought about how dense your boyfriend was. You weren’t even that upset over the variety show, you were more pissed off at the fact that Jimin could make you feel like this when you knew that you could never do the same. He always did things like that without wondering how you would feel about it. His excuse? It’s all fake, you know it’s just apart of my career. You tried to understand, you really did, but sometimes your own personal feelings clouded your better judgement.

While he was off having fun with attractive girl idols, you sat at home and complained about your mundane life. Jimin was far too innocent to get jealous over anything that you did, or perhaps he thought that you were much too in love with him to run off with another boy. The sudden thought infuriated you so much that you almost tipped over your coffee mug. The scalding liquid made a small stream towards your phone, but you quickly snatched it up before it had the chance to damage it. You were annoyed. 100% annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that Jimin had the upper hand in this relationship, and annoyed at yourself for being cluelessly dragged along. As you gripped onto your phone and wiped the small mess away, a sudden idea came to mind.

You quickly unlocked your phone and tapped the messages app, licking your lips in anticipation at what you were going to do.

My ex-boyfriend James called me today. You composed the message, your fingernails clicking across the screen. Obviously it was a lie, no one called you today, except for an annoying sales person that tried to get you to buy lavender-scented cleaning gloves. You also didn’t know of anyone named James either.

As you waited for his reply, you felt your heartbeat quicken. No matter how oblivious he was to things, he has to at least be a tad bit curious, right? Don’t all guys feel a bit possessive when ex-boyfriends appear?

Instead of the vibrate that you were anticipating, a loud ring filled the small living room you were sitting in. Jimin’s name popped up on the caller ID and you couldn’t help but feel giddy. Was it really going to be this easy?

You tried to keep your tone steady, as you answered his call. On the inside, you were practically freaking out at how he was walking right into your trap.

“Hello?” You answer, expecting a very antsy Jimin.

“Hey ____! I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t forget to bring the chicken when you come over to the dorms tonight, you’re still coming right?” Jimin’s usual peppy voice filled the speaker, and you couldn’t help but feel like your heart was being crushed. Did he really not care?

“Oh, yeah..Of course I’m still coming over,” you didn’t even try to hide the displeasure in your voice. This was so like him, why did I even try?

The line went quiet for a couple of seconds, before you heard the shuffling sounds of someone moving the phone around. “Are you alright? You sound kind of down,” your boyfriend’s tone suddenly grew serious, all traces of his previous happy voice evaporated.

“Did you read the message that I sent you?” You completely ignored his question and decided to just jump straight to the point. You didn’t even realize that you had balled up the ends of your shirt into a ball. You had become so anxious and disappointed that you barely even registered what you were doing.

“You sent me a message? I didn’t even realize..what did you say?”

Just like that, a flicker of hope appeared again, and you suddenly felt a lot better. That’s right, he couldn’t possibly be so dense as to not even care.

“Oh nothing, I just said that my ex-boyfriend James called me today.” You replied back nonchalantly, making it seem like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“That’s nice, did you guys catch up?” Jimin asked, sounding genuinely unaffected and pleased to hear that you talked to your ex-boyfriend again.

What. The.  Actual. Fuck. It was not supposed to turn out like this. He wasn’t supposed to respond back like that. He was supposed to get jealous and turn all possessive! You felt your heart drop, as your mind wandered towards the thought, that most of the time Jimin didn’t even feel like your boyfriend. It still felt like you guys were best friends, and that you had never even made that confession two years ago that made you a couple. Sometimes, you wondered if Jimin just accepted your confession just for the heck of it. A week never passed without you thinking about how he only agreed to be your boyfriend so it wouldn’t affect your friendship with him. You felt tears edging in, because you knew that your love for him would never be as much as what he could ever return. It was evident that he didn’t love you in that way, otherwise he would’ve been more mindful of how you were feeling.

You covered the phone mic, and let out a soft shaky breath, willing yourself not to cry. Once you pressed the phone back to the side of your face, you had even managed to plaster on a fake smile. Maybe if you acted like you were okay, you would start to feel it too.

“Yeah, it was nice. I’ll see you later tonight, I have to go.” You say, hoping that he didn’t catch on to the fact that your voice was quivering a little.

“Okay, see you soon!” He concluded before hanging up. Of course he didn’t notice. When did he ever?

You placed your phone on the couch and finally let yourself freely cry. Your whole body was shaking with tears. Deep down, you knew you were being selfish. Selfish for believing that Jimin loved you as much as he claimed he did. Except, words were just words, and all the times that he reassured his love to you, suddenly seemed empty. If actions didn’t follow, what good were words? This relationship with him was making you emotionally sick. It was chaining you down and making you feel weary. You no longer felt like being in a relationship where it was just you believing that it was real. Even if it meant that it would cost your friendship. You let out a cruel laugh as you remembered how all of your friends warned you that your relationship with him wouldn’t turn out well, mainly because he was an idol. In some ways they were right, you should’ve just listened to them and never confessed. If you hadn’t told him that you liked him that one night, would things have turned out differently? No, because whatever we have going on now is the exact same as before. With a sinking and painful heart, you knew that tonight was going to be when you would call it off. Tonight was when you would finally do your heart some good and part with him.


“Oh my god, I thought you got lost on your way here, you took so long to get here!” Jin was already grabbing at the bag that had the boxes full of chicken in it. Not even trying to hide the fact that he was more excited at the arrival of the food rather than you. Typical.

Seconds later, the other boys quickly followed suit to greet you at the door. You gave all of them a soft smile while you shuffled off your shoes. Jimin approached you first and pulled you in for a hug. You pulled away first, because you were sure that if you inhaled in his minty scent any longer, you would most definitely burst into tears.

“We were waiting for you, did something happen?” Jimin looked at you, with his soft brown eyes that always seemed to comfort you, yet, at this moment it seemed to do the exact opposite.

You managed a weak laugh, while avoiding his gaze.“Their fryer wasn’t working, so I had to wait a little bit longer than usual.” You weren’t about to tell him that you had to take a detour back to your apartment to cry again.

“Oh, well ar—“

“You guys must be starving, let’s eat!” You suddenly exclaim, cutting him off and moving past him. Normally you would’ve stuck to his side like glue, but today just the thought of being close to him was enough to make you feel emotionally sick. You were going to tell him later, not now. You still wanted to keep the atmosphere light and not dull it with your insignificant lover’s quarrel with Jimin, if you could even call it that.

As the night progressed, you did everything you could in your power to make it seem normal. If you had avoided him altogether, everyone would’ve noticed. You were never the one to make a scene, or be in the centre of the spotlight. That was until Hoseok mentioned the show.

Everyone was lounging around in the small living room, discussing their schedule and the past events that they had attended. You sat beside Taehyung and tried not to sneak glances at Jimin. It wasn’t particularly unusual for you to be close to Taehyung, he was like your best friend when Jimin wasn’t around. Sometimes you would just visit their dorms just to talk to him. Jimin didn’t mind, since when did he ever? It was nice that he trusted you, isn’t that what all girlfriends wanted from their boyfriend? But now all that you wanted was for Jimin to be nervous. Nervous that if another boy got too close to you, he would panic and be anxious because that meant you could be taken from him. That’s all you wanted. Yet, with someone like Jimin, that would never happen. He would just pathetically smile and let you continue talking to him because to him, it would mean nothing to him. Nothing.

“..Oh yeah, remember when Jimin was paired up with that idol girl? The one with the nice eyes? What was her name again?” Hoseok said, scratching his head.

Just the mention of Jimin and that girl was enough to capture your attention. You and Taehyung were absentmindedly involved with your own conversation, until you snapped your head towards Hoseok. You watched in silence as the other members piped up.

“She was kind of cute, right? Like in a fairy type of way.” Jungkook observed, nodding his head in agreement with Hoseok.

Hoseok nudged Jimin playfully, completely ignoring the fact that you were sitting right across from them. You never felt smaller as Jimin nodded while laughing, his eyes completely disappearing as his smile grew wider. You were used to this, but of course it only took until now for you to realize that it meant this relationship that you guys had, was rather insignificant.

Namjoon stood up and whacked Hoseok on the side of the head, the room suddenly grew quiet as Hoseok’s eyes grew wide in alarm. “What was that for?!”

Namjoon directed his finger towards where you were sitting. You hadn’t said a word during this whole ordeal, preferring to keep quiet. It didn’t even matter anyways. You were going to break up with Jimin in a matter of minutes.

“Ah..I’m sorry ____, I always forget that you and Jimin aren’t just friends anymore..” Hoseok gave you a meek look and an apologetic chuckle. You couldn’t even blame him.

“It’s alright..” You say, as your eyes subconsciously darted towards Jimin. He seemed indifferent, but kept quiet.

What did I expect anyways?

On the walk to their dorm, you had agreed in your head that if Jimin did something, ANYTHING, to change your mind, you would just chalk down your earlier feelings as being crazy and selfish. You weren’t going to just throw away two years of dating him for nothing. But now, as you stared at the boy that couldn’t even defend your relationship, you knew your instincts were right. Nothing had changed. You were still his best friend in his eyes, not his girlfriend.

“Anyways, it’s getting late. I should go.” You announce, standing up.

As if on cue, Jimin rose to his feet as well, getting ready to escort you out. It was like this every week. You arrived, Jimin hugged you (if you were lucky you got a kiss), everyone gathered around to talk for a couple of hours, before you left with Jimin walking you out the door. It was all you guys could do together, as you weren’t allowed to be seen in public. You never complained. Jimin never complained. It was all you could do together. At least, that was all that Jimin ever insisted on doing.

Once you reached the door, you turned around to face your boyfriend. Your eyes didn’t quite meet his, instead they drifted towards his baby blue t-shirt. “I have to tell you something, out in the hall.”

“Yeah, sure,” Jimin replied, with his usual smile.

Both of you lingered outside in the dimly lit halls, your hands were tightly wrapped around the handle of your purse as you continued to stare at the ground.

“What do you have to tell me?” He asks, his light and airy tone drifted down the long hall, making your heart ache with the feeling of loneliness.

A couple of seconds ticked by, before you gathered up the courage to look him dead straight in the eyes. “I’ve been thinking about us recently..” You started.

“Yeah?” You watched as Jimin’s eyes opened wider, in curiosity. “What about us?”

“That..” Your words kept on trailing off, this wasn’t what you had rehearsed in your mind. This was supposed to go smoothly and cleanly, except now it was going the opposite way.

“That?” Jimin’s eyebrows went up, urging you to continue.

“We should break up.”

Once the words left your mouth, you quickly looked away from him, afraid of what to expect.

“Wait, repeat that..”

“I’m breaking up with you.” No sooner had you said those words, did your head catch up to your words, you didn’t even realize that tears had started to fall until you saw them land on the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry..” You managed a weak laugh and made a pathetic attempt to wipe away your tears, except they kept on falling.

Jimin only stood there. His eyes never once leaving your tear-soaked ones. But you knew what you had said affected him, his lower lip was slightly trembling. Something that only happened whenever he got angry or sad.

“But why? I thought everything was fine between us, what did I do wrong?” The boy asked, his voice suddenly reaching a deeper pitch.

You could only shake your head with a sad soft smile. “Nothing. You did nothing. It was only me, I started to get selfish. I wanted more out of you, when you never loved me as much as I thought you did.”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin’s hand flew out to grab yours, tightly encasing it. “I do love you, that’s why we’re in this relationship!”

You nodded, staring back at the boy that you had wholeheartedly dedicated a portion of your childhood and life to. “I know you love me, as a friend.”


You interrupted him by cupping the side of his cheek, before he could say something to change your mind. “And that’s alright with me. I never should’ve confessed to you in the first place, I only made things harder on us. You’re too nice to me, you know that? I’m sorry I took advantage of you.”

Jimin’s hands were still holding yours, his usual carefree demeanour was already long gone. The boy that stood in front of you looked beaten down, his body was limp and his posture was weak. The boy that barely ever showed any other emotion besides pure happiness, was now crumbling in front of you.

“I’m not letting you go, you can’t leave me like this.” Jimin’s sudden words surprised you, they were enough to make you take a step back. Unfortunately you couldn’t get much further than that because of Jimin’s iron grip.

“I’m not leaving you Jimin..” you started off, your voice trembling. “I just won’t be your girlfriend anymore, I’ll still be your friend. Don’t worry, the friendship that you’re worried about will still be here.” It took every bone in your body to steady your voice, it was becoming increasing hard not to break down crying. Deep down, you knew that after this, something normal as being friends wasn’t even going to be an answer.

Jimin suddenly took a couple of steps forward towards you, forcing your back against the hard wall. You let out a surprised yelp as you abruptly felt his tight grip leave your hand and travel towards your waist. The sudden touch made you shiver, as you realized how close he was getting. But as he stood there, making no further progress, you realized that it was always like this. Everything in your relationship was met halfway. Your love for him was only returned back with a half filled cup, your feelings were always acknowledged but never comforted. It’s like he only saw your relationship with only one eye. You thought back to the situation from moments ago when he hadn’t said anything to Hoseok, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

With the heavy thoughts lingering in your head, you got ready to push him away from you, but a small voice stopped you.

“Don’t leave me..please..I’m begging you..please,” Jimin cried out, his entire face was contorted with complete despair. His other hand had moved up to press the space beside your head, he was so close that you could see your own reflection in his glassy eyes. “I love you, i really do. What do you want me to do to prove it?”

His tearful confession barely made an impact on you. Words. It’s always words. I’m sick of them. “You have already proved enough, by doing nothing.”

Jimin could only lean his head back in confusion, but you could tell by the way his eyes darted to the side, that he understood a little bit of what you were saying. “Is this because of what happened early? I’m sorry. You know that it didn’t mean anything, I don’t like her. I only laughed because Hoseok was nudging me.” The way he spoke, you could tell he was getting desperate. His speech was getting fast, words were tripping over themselves to make sure you didn’t leave him standing alone in the halls, brokenhearted.

Just like that, a twig snapped inside of you. The entire two years of your relationship, you never complained to him. You knew that it would only stress him out more and that he wouldn’t be able to do anything. When he had to miss your birthday last year because of his overbearing schedule, you didn’t complain or fuss about it. Instead, you had went to sleep early with a tear soaked pillow, but did you ever tell him? No, because everything you felt just didn’t seem superior enough compared to his sky-rocketing career.

You forcefully pushed him away from you, breathing hard. Jimin was so surprised at your sudden contact that his footing tottered, and seconds later he had lightly fell onto the floor. You gaped at his surprised and crestfallen face, before you to, collapsed to the ground on your knees. You had never meant to make him fall.

You brought your hands up to your face and started to heavily weep. “I-I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry..” It took less than a second for Jimin to pull you into him, with his arms wrapped securely around your shoulder, and his lips pressed against your hair.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just so sad. I’ve been so sad…” You choked out, in-between tears. “I hate how you never think of me, when you’re on shows, when you’re with your friends,  or when I’m with another guy.” Tears were continuing to fall wave after wave, as you felt Jimin’s arms stiffen around you. “And I also hate myself for being so selfish. But I can’t help it. All I want is for you to love me enough to know how I feel when you’re so close with another girl, love me enough to defend our relationship even though it’s falling apart, or at least care about us enough for you to be be worried when I’m with another guy.”

Everything spilt out of you. All of your troubles and problems tumbled out in just a couple of seconds while being wrapped in Jimin’s arms. You hated yourself for being so weak, so sensitive. But you could feel yourself crumbling, and all you wanted was for the boy you had loved for all these years, to hold it all together.

You could only watch in numb silence as Jimin pulled back to study you. He started to slowly wipe away the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks, his eyebrows knit in remorse and unexplainable guilt. “You should’ve told me earlier, I’m sorry for putting you through this. I really do love you the most. I haven’t been acting like a good boyfriend so far, but I promise you that I really do care about us. I’m sorry for making you think that I thought that this relationship doesn’t mean anything to me..” Jimin spoke out to you in a delicate whisper, barely loud enough to be heard.

All of a sudden, Jimin pulled away from you to place his right hand onto the upper left side of his chest. “What are you doing?” You asked, your eyes half open in a confused daze.

Jimin only offered you a faint smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth before saying, “I, Park Jimin promise not to get close to any other girl out there, variety show or not, because I love a girl that has put all of her utmost love into me, and I will never disappoint her again.”

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything, before he started speaking again.

“I, Park Jimin, promise to defend our relationship to the ends of the earth. Even if it means that I have to fight a fire-breathing dragon to prove that my love for you is nothing less than the mass of the sun.”

Even in the middle of this mess, you could already feel the hints of a smile threatening to break through your sad demeanour.

With a final sigh, Jimin stared intently at you, before starting again.

“Lastly, I promise to love you completely and wholeheartedly, because this love that you have given to me is so utterly precious and dear to me, so don’t leave me ____, please. This is my final plea to you.”

You looked at the earnest boy in front of you, and a hand went up to catch the new tears that were running down your face. Why were you crying again? Were you sad? No. You were happy, pathetically and foolishly happy. You wanted to live in ignorant bliss for a little while longer, and  desperately believe every single word that he had said to you. Even if they were just words, because you loved this boy so heart-achingly much.

My first attempt at a BTS scenario! Let me know what you think of it by perhaps…dropping a nice msg in my ask box? ;) ofc it’s just a suggestion.. ahaha! Anyways, thanks for reading!!~ ^-^ (p.s: i wrote this at like 2 in the morning and i haven’t yet double checked for any errors so please forgive me if you see any >//<) 

anonymous asked:

Hey could u write where you see harry on a magazine with a really pretty girl (ur dating btw) and u feel really insecure around him afterwards

(this is really good and relevant to my lame and insecure self, thank you <3 also I fucked up and this got really long, oops)

“Babe?” Harry’s voice comes with a quiet knock on your dressing room door, and you check to make sure it’s locked.

“Yes? I’m almost done." 

"Wait, what? I haven’t even seen you in anything yet!” You frown as you push the too-tight pair of jeans down your legs and begin to place them back onto the hanger, pulling on your own pants roughly. You open the door to a surprised looking Harry, looking you up and down when he sees you in your own clothing and holding a heap of clothes from the store. “Nothing fit right? I thought that sparkly shirt would look good on you…”

“It didn’t.” Your response is curt as you hang the clothes on a nearby rack. “None of them did." 

"Well, do you want to keep looking?”

“Can we go home?” Harry blinks at you, a frown appearing between his eyebrows as he tries to figure you out, but you avoid his eyes. You feel like you could burst into tears at any second and you don’t need to be making a scene in public. 

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And now I have a long ass train ride home, so I’m going to write all about it. Rambling, spoiler-filled commentary (about the plot, the music, the choreography, and other details from the room where it happens) lies ahead!

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Smoulder Chapter 14

Summary: In which angst happens and we all meet Tomato sons boyfriend!
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Chapter 14

The first thought to cross Adrien’s mind was don’t panic.

Well, that was a lie. It was the first coherent thought. The ones which came before had been a cacophony of tangled emotions and questions, half-formed in his mind. Jumbled words such as Marinette, Nathanael, holding hands, walking away- together?

As he fought the crushing waves of panic, the nausea settling in the pit of his stomach, the shadows which coiled around his limbs, all of which telling him something was amiss- he tried to rationalise what he’d just seen. Even as he felt the rug pulled out from under him. The rapid change from liberating joy to suffocating dread was like running head first into an invisible wall. Helpless, defenceless, he was left watching the scene unfold before his eyes, with only his warring rationalisations for company.

They looked at each other with such joy.

Friends. They’re just friends.

He picked her up!

Maybe he was just excited about something?

They held hands, they looked like they were going on a date.

Stop jumping to conclusions.

Adrien swallowed painfully, hands curling into fists as he watched the pair walking away- still hand in hand. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight, no matter how much it unsettled him. Frozen in place, all he could is let Marinette slip out of his sight, get further and further away just as he’d believed she’d been so close.

“Oh man,” a voice appeared at his side and it took all his will to pull himself together, to place his model-mask on. Nino had caught up to him, was standing by his side. He, too, was watching Marinette and Nathanael as they rounded the corner and disappeared from view, “I hope those two aren’t an item again.”

A funny thing happens when you hear something you don’t want to. It’s not quite time standing still, instead it’s almost like the words filter through slowly- deliberately- as though to cause maximum damage. Because, until that final word lands next to the others to form a complete sentence, there’s hope. The hope is wrung out, stretched and twisted, disfigured but there. And then that last word, that damned last word, settles, and the hope is all but snuffed out.

That’s how Nino’s words struck Adrien. He could scarcely comprehend what he’d just heard.

But his heart clenched, oh how it clenched, reminded him how he was still very much alive. It squeezed in his chest until he thought it might burst from fear. No it couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t… his Lady wouldn’t lead him on unless…

Unless he’d been wrong?

Unless she wasn’t Ladybug.

But he’d been so sure!

“Wh-what do you mean ‘an item’?” He didn’t want to know. God, he didn’t want to know. Don’t tell me Nino. Don’t tell me what I know you’re going to tell me.

Adrien was vaguely aware he was trembling, but Nino wasn’t watching him. Instead, his friend had two fingers massaging the crinkle between his eyebrows, his eyes scrunched together tightly.

“Those two. They dated last summer- sort of. When you were in Italy with your dad.”

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