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Home Invasion (Peter Parker x Reader)-Part 1

Character Pairing: Tom Holland’s Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3,140 (might have changed I went back a revised a bit)

Warning: This is very angsty. sort of attempted suicide? (not really) attempted rape,  swearing, literally the title (if that’s even a warning you never know with Tumblr)

 You hated being home alone. When your parents first told you that they had to go to a family friend’s wedding, you panicked. You pleaded to go with them, not because you had wanted to see the ceremony, but because you couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in the apartment all by yourself. Of course they had said no, just for the sake of airfare prices, but it wasn’t that much of a letdown since you didn’t even know the bride and groom anyways. Being the stubborn girl you were though, you were relentless with your parents about going, until they finally bribed you into keeping your mouth shut. 

 Not surprisingly, you spent half of the money they gave you on takeout food, since cooking for one is just too much of a hassle. Plus, cooking for just yourself was yet another reminder that you were completely alone in your apartment. 

 Grabbing the brown paper bag of food and a soda, you made your way over to your room. You plopped down on your bed, and began to flip through channels on your T.V. It didn’t take long to find a good movie, this one in particular was actually one of your favorites, so you were quite content, getting swept up into the storyline almost immediately.

 Although, at some point while watching, you felt a wave of loneliness hit you so abruptly, it made your heart sore. You all of a sudden craved the presence of another person with you, just to keep you company. Knowing this feeling wouldn’t go away on it’s own, you called the first person you wanted to be with at the moment. Your best friend: Peter Parker.

 Tapping on his contact, and putting your phone to your ear, you waited patiently while listening to the dial go off every few seconds. Normally, he’d pick up within seconds, the sound of his eager voice greeting you was what you had expected. But after a couple of minutes of waiting, when he answered, he spoke in a low, hushed tone. “Hey [Y/N.]”

 “Hey Peter, so my parents aren’t home now and I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to come over a-”

 You stopped talking when you heard shuffling sounds and yelling on Peter’s line. Where was he? “Parker, are you okay? What’s going on?” You questioned, your voice heavy with concern. 

 As the phone was silent, you stood up from your bed and began pacing nervously, waiting for him to answer. Your worry only began to heighten every time a sound other than Peter’s voice emitted from your cell. You began to consider hanging up on him and dialing 911, but then you realized that would be pointless since you have no clue where he is. He definitely wasn’t at home judging from the sounds of cars every so often. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously, he responded. “Look [Y/N],” he sighed, a bit of guilt laced in his voice, “As much as I’d like to come over, I’m sorta caught up with some stuff right now.”

 You frowned, not only because he was rain checking yet again- even more-so when he knew you were all alone, but also because you were distraught about this whole phone call. Why was he acting so weird? Peter had been acting off for a while now, but this was a whole new level for him.

 “I’m sorry, I know how much you hate being home alone,” he whispered now, rushing through his words as if he just wanted to end the phone call, which made you even more upset. “I’ll make it up to you though, I promise.”

 As you heard the three beeps that signaled Peter had hung up, tears began forming in your eyes, causing a stinging sensation. Closing them, you pressed your fingers against your eyelids, trying to wipe away the feeling. How could he be so indifferent with you?

 Peter had been different for a while now, and you’ve grown so used to this side of him, you chose to ignore it for the most part, almost becoming blind to it. Almost. Every now and then, you would catch him in a lie while he tried to make an excuse up for why he didn’t have time to hangout with you, but you never dared to confront him about it. It just wasn’t your style. Well, it wasn’t your style until now. This was your last straw, and you promised yourself the next time you see him, you’d ask him what his problem is.

 Although you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared Peter was just blowing you off because he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. Maybe he was getting sick of you, found you to be clingy, and he was just too sweet of a guy to ever say that to your face. It was a horrible thought that made your heart hurt every time you’d think about it.

 You sat on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched forward and your head in your hands just crying, drowning in your thoughts. Even though Peter had done this for a while now, it just dawned on you how much you missed him. The intense pain of loneliness you had felt before dulled out after a while but it still hurt. You somehow knew this discomfort you felt wouldn’t go away until you could see Peter again. You wanted to hear his melodic laugh as you told him a joke, and hell, you would sign up to be a comedian if it meant listening to that forever. You wanted to see his cute little grin when he’d walk up to your locker in the hallways at school, greeting you, his eyes lighting up when you smiled sweetly back at him. You missed the science banter between him and Ned, always being on his side, even if he was wrong. You couldn’t wait to see the next time he’d awkwardly stumble, and you as always, would laugh your ass off as you watched his cheeks bloom with a tint a of red. Don’t even get started on the way he speaks with such passion about the Stark internship. He was so dedicated to the job, it made you happy he found something that he loved so much. You missed everything about him. 

As you dozed asleep, emotionally and physically drained, you had one last thought before you completely slipped unconscious.

 I think I like Peter Parker.


 You woke up to the sound of glass breaking outside of your bedroom. It sounded a bit muffled, but it was loud enough to wake you up. Maybe it was just a cup falling in the kitchen, you tried to reassure yourself. A few moments after the crash though, you heard the distinct sound of footsteps. They sounded a bit farther off outside your room, but you knew for sure that these noises were coming from your apartment.

 Now fully alert, you swung your legs around to the side of your mattress and stood up cautiously, not wanting to make any noise. Your heart began to thump hard against your chest as you tiptoed silently to your door. A plan of escape began to form in your head, which had nothing to do with going through the main doors as an exit, but you wanted to see the intruder’s face before leaving. After all, if the police were to catch this guy when you notified them later on, they’re going to need a description. Grasping the doorknob, and giving it a slow turn, you smoothly swiveled your door open and poked your head out.

 Your eyes scanned your apartment, quickly locating the invader. Judging by their height and broader shoulders, this person was a man. His back was facing you as he was tearing apart your living room, not even bothering to keep the noise level down. 

 That’s when a thought popped in your head. He seemed to have known that your parents would be gone, since he obviously isn’t being quite stealthy. This is someone you knew. Someone who was a neighbor in your apartment. He must have assumed you had gone away with your parents if he was being so careless at the moment.

 Breaking yourself out of thought, you suddenly had a brilliant idea. It would just take being careful and waiting for the perfect moment. Grabbing your cell phone from the pocket of your hoodie, you opened the camera app, holding it up to the man. As you were waiting for the burglar to turn his face, something caught your eye on the phone screen. Squinting to try and make out what it was in the dark, your eyes widened as you put your hand over your mouth in horror when you realized what he was holding. It was a knife.

 At this point, you honestly couldn’t care less if you shot a good picture of his face or not, you just wanted to get the hell out of there. Preparing yourself, you took a deep breath and with shaking fingers, pressed the camera button.

 You knew what your mistake was seconds too late. 

 You kept the flash setting on.

 The whole living room lit up in a bright light, the burglar whipping his head in your direction. This man definitely lived in your apartment, you’ve seen him around before, but you never learned his name.

  When his cold, menacing eyes met yours, you felt the dread of your mistake wash over your whole body like a wave. It was the most horrible feeling you’ve ever felt, the realization of how dangerous this whole situation was, now that he knew you were here.

 Thinking fast, you swiftly slammed your door shut, locked it, and pushed a chair up against it. You didn’t know how you even managed to do that, since your whole body was shaking due to the fear coursing through you like venom. You ran towards your window, beginning to turn all the safety locks your parents had installed on it. 

 “You can’t escape from me, [Y/N].” The man said, his voice so sinister sounding, you couldn’t help it as a chill ran down your spine. The way he addressed you was so… final. Almost as if he was one hundred percent sure he was going to catch you. Finalize you.

 Heart rate quickening at that thought, you began using all the strength in your arms to pull up the window, but cursing loudly to yourself when it wouldn’t budge. The locks were jammed from all the years of never opening this window, you always opened the smaller one, but you were much too big to fit through that one.

 “C’mon [Y/N], think, think, think,” muttering to yourself as your eyes scanned across your room, until they landed on baseball bat. You couldn’t help yourself as you let out a cry of relief, rushing over to the other side of your room to grab it.

 Ironically enough, you always kept that baseball bat beside your bed in case anything like this were to happen. You could cry you felt so grateful that your past self was crazy-cautious enough to go through the measures of putting it there.

 You were just about to swing the baseball bat into the window to smash it when you heard it.

 First, it was just heavy pounding against your door.

 Then it was the distinct sound of wood cracking under pressure.

 He was breaking down your door.

 Knowing your door would only take a few more blows, you hastily struck your window with the bat, the sound of breaking glass sharp in your ears. The cold city wind rushed in as soon as the window had been smashed, nipping at your nose, but you didn’t care.

 You had to keep moving if you wanted to make it out of this alive.

 You swung one of your legs out of the window, straddling it, and planted your foot on the fire escape platform. The glass was cutting into your thighs and hands but you didn’t feel anything at the moment. You were numb, the only thing that mattered was escaping. 

 As you began to bring your other leg around the window sill, you saw a shadow move in the corner of your eye. Your neck snapped to the side and you couldn’t help it as you let out a shrill shriek, seeing the man break through the door with a loud CRACK, not even pausing as he stalked towards you. You stumbled onto the fire escape, and strangely enough, the panic didn’t fully set in until now. Panicking lead to not being able to think straight, and not being able to think straight lead you to making possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made: you started running up the stairs instead of down.

 A sob escaped your lips when the realization of this mistake hit you, but it was too late anyways. The man was behind you, already climbing the set of stairs you just finished going up. You didn’t dare to look back, fearing that you would freeze up if you didn’t like how close he was getting to you.

 What would happen once you reached the top? There was nowhere to go once you got to the roof. Would the man quickly end your life, so there were no witnesses to his burglary, or would he make you suffer? A shudder ran through your body as you thought about the possible ways he could slowly kill you off. 

 You didn’t know whether or not this was the final chapter to your life, but one thing was for sure. You would keep fighting until there was no use. When you couldn’t run anymore, you would crawl. When you couldn’t crawl anymore, you would drag yourself inch by inch, still trying to get away. That’s just how you were. You were too stubborn to give up.

 You were so swept up in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you had reached the top. That’s when the fear that you had pushed away this whole time, tucking it into a corner of your mind, was rushing back with an overwhelmingly intenseness to it. The feeling was so strong, it knocked the wind out of you, leaving you a heaving mess, gasping for air. This was it. You were done for.

 And he knew it. 

 The man chuckled, probably because you now stood in front of him, all thoughts of escape gone. You were like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide, moving sporadically, feet planted, body frozen in place. Not knowing where to go. 

 Ever since you were young, you’d always made fun of the stupid teenage girls in horror movies that just stood in place as the killer approached them. Now in their place, you gulped down the lump in your throat as you realized how they had felt.

 The knife in his hand gleamed under the moonlight, now so foreboding-looking, you couldn’t help it as tears began to form in your eyes. Being the stubborn girl you’ve always been -not wanting to show any signs of weakness, you fought them, trying to not let any spill, but it was too late. They were already silently streaming down your cheeks.

 As you started backing away from him, not daring to turn around in fear he would jab his knife in your back, it didn’t hit you until you felt the heel of your shoe step back into nothingness: this was the edge of the roof. You had gone your limit, and now there was truly nowhere to run. A sharp pain poked at your stomach, and you let out a whimper as you looked down to see the tip of the blade pointed at you. The man was now so close, your chests were almost touching, which made you shudder with disgust. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for him to make the final move of killing you. But that never happened. 

 “Now, why don’t we stop playing games,” he said, jabbing the knife against your skin a bit more, “And let’s start having some fun.” His disgustingly grimy hands skimmed the waistband of your jeans, tugging them slightly and you recoiled as much as you could. As he began unbottoning your pants, thoughts raced your mind so fast, it was hard to keep track of them. 

 It was the way he said it that made you have a feeling what he was about to do to you would be far worse than death. So cold and unforgiving. He was looking for another way to show that he had more power than you, more control. He wanted you to be scared and backed into a corner, that’s just the way his sick, twisted mind worked. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of this: you refused to.

 “Fuck you.” You said, surprising even yourself with the way you managed to snap out those two words. It was so hatred-filled that if words could kill people, this man would be dead and gone. You spit in his face just to have one last accomplishment before you did it.

 Before you let yourself fall back.


 All you remember about falling was screaming. Screaming so loud you felt like you might rip your vocal cords in half. But you weren’t the only one screaming, the wind was too. It was whipping past your ears, blowing your hair in all different directions as you free-fell at a killer speed. This was it. You were going to die. You thought of your mom and dad, and your heart shattered in half as you realized they may think you had just wanted to commit suicide. If only they knew.

 Just as you began squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for the impact, you felt an object ram into you from the side. You let out a gasp of air as the force of whatever hit you knocked the wind out of you. As silly as it sounded, you thought at first it may have been a bird that hit you, but when your eyes snapped open you knew it wasn’t any kind of animal that ran into you. It was a human. More specifically, it was Spider-Man. He saved you.

 Noticing you were looking up at him, you felt his arm around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He said, his voice so quietly comforting, you feel your heart beat steady to a normal pace soon after his words. Maybe it was just your imagination, or maybe you had misheard him due to the whistling of the wind as he webbed between buildings, but you could’ve sworn he added in, “I’ve always got you, [Y/N].” 


A/N: Hey guys! So when I had originally thought of this idea, I wasn’t going to make it so long, but I usually tend to draw out stories so there will be a Part 2 to this. (If everyone wants one I don’t know maybe no one will end up reading this just let me know if you’re even interested in a part 2) I was supposed to cram it all into one fic, but I thought that may have been a bit long. Also, I’m very, very sorry there was barely any Peter in this but I promise part 2 will have a ton more of my baby, and it’ll be super fluffy so just you wait!

this one moment

9. We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.

Nursey won’t stop giggling.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” hisses Dex.

“I just keep imagining their faces.” Nursey almost breaks into a fresh round of giggles. Dex frowns at him. Okay, he is kind of amused at the lax bros’ inevitable reaction to finding a hundred toy spiders all over the cheap booze collection they hoard in their attic. But right now, he and Nursey are stuck in the upstairs closet, as one of the Chads has unexpectedly exited his bedroom and ambled down the hall to the bathroom. They’re stuck here, listening to lax pee at 3 a.m., waiting to seize their chance to sneak downstairs and out.

Nursey shifts, grumbling in a whisper about a broom digging into his back, and Dex abruptly has Nursey’s hip pressed against his thigh. He tries to shift away, but loses his balance and falls against Nursey with an “oof.”

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Bad girls don’t get to cum

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 4415
Warning: Smut, light chocking, orgasm denial

Notes: Hello everyone! I’ve been reading (stalking) everything about Vikings lately(well mostly Ivar because let’s face it I’m Ivar trash right now) and you guys made me want to write something of my own. So there it is! My first one-shot. English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first smut as well so please bear with me! Feedback are always welcomed. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Becoming a skilled shieldmaiden was the only thing you ever dreamed of since you were a child. But your parents did not like the idea of you risking your life so they never wanted you to learn. They always said that you would become a farmer like them and take over the family’s farm, like they did. When you turned thirteen, you did not listen any longer and escaped every morning to go train all by yourself with a sword you found one day near the river. Without any experience, your training was not helpful at all; all you did was swinging your sword, desperately trying to gain some skills. One afternoon, while you were practicing, you heard laughs behind you. The Ragnarssons, princes of Kattegat, were watching you. Since that day, they helped you training and fast you became really good at this. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd treated you like a close friend and you saw in them the brothers you never had. As for Ivar, it was deadly complicated. At the beginning, he did not like you at all, always mocking you, telling you how bad you were or how your body was not fitted to be a warrior. He was hurting your feeling but you had never showed it. One day, you had enough and challenged him. Unfortunately, you lost the fight but it was enough to show him that you were not just a poor girl trying desperately to become a fighter. Since that day, he was more careful with his words; he even helped you and showed you some tricks. With time, you both fell for each other.

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Assist Me

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader

Word count: 1082

Warnings: none

A/N: This will have multiple parts. Hope you like it!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by luvinchris

Bucky had an interest in you ever since the moment you walked in the tower. With you having the job of being an assistant, Bucky took advantage of the circumstance. He would frequently need ‘assistance’ for miniscule things, such as helping him with his room. Bucky was rather amiable. It was a delight to be around him, but despite his good looks and sweet personality, you valued your job. The last thing you wanted to occur was falling in love a superhero. It was unprofessional and the end result would probably leave you disappointed.

As months passed in work, you had seen much impressive physical activity from the Avengers. You wanted to do something yourself. It made you insecure to see active and skillful people around you. Their talents inspired you to do acquire some of their abilities. Originally, your intention of working in the tower was to solely have a job and meet unique people. Yet after being around them, you have seen impressive dexterities that made you dream of becoming a part of their team. They considered you family, the only thing that you were missing was all the training and skill that made them the Avengers.

Eventually you asked Steve and Tony, the two who seemed to make most of the decisions and lead everyone, if you could take part in missions. They both declined your request instantly. Feeling that it was too dangerous, they preferred that you remained an assistant.

Sam knew your dreams and how much this meant to you. He told you that he would help train you. It was a secret though.

So every night, Sam would train with you. You were thankful for it. Sometimes Bucky would be working out as well and you did not like it. It was already embarrassing enough to work out in front of Sam because the training was arduous and that was the basics. Having Bucky there, who was an extremely fit man, did not help you feel secure at all. Sam was fit as well, but you were so close with him, you did not fear of being judged. Plus your attraction to Bucky made you intimidated by him.

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Clair de Lune + Sam Holland

Summary: You find yourself wishing to rekindled your love for piano, a childhood hobby you once loved but couldn’t find the time for in your early teenage years. So your mother sets you up lessons with her best friend’s son, who just so happens to be quite the musician(and quite the young man).

Warnings: FLUFF.

Words: 1,665

A/N: I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN THIS WHOLE THING, AND THEN TUMBLR DID SOMETHING WEIRD AND NOW I’M RE-WRITING IT AND I HATE MYSELF. BUT I’M REALLY GLAD IT HAPPENED ACTUALLY BECAUSE I LIKE HOW THIS DRAFT TURNED OUT BETTER. I love my Sammy boy, so there will definitely be more parts to this imagine. @tomhollandhollaatme, this one’s for you.


The blistery air of London’s winter hit your cheeks as you made your way to the Holland household. You hadn’t been to their home in quite some time, eight years to be exact, but the way there was almost ingrained in your head from the many trips as a young girl. The many times you’d skipped along this sidewalk with your brother and mum, on your way to the many play dates you had with the Holland boys, laughter filling your soul as your ran towards your best friends. But that was so long ago, and you had grown up, made new friends and found a life without the Holland boys. 

You still cared about them, and still stayed in contact. Liking each others Instagrams, and texting a ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Merry Christmas’, was a regular set of communication that the four of you kept. You had gone and seen Tom in Spider-Man, both in Civil War and the newest film, sending him congratulations with a smiley face. You had watched the twins grow from those annoying boys to handsome young men, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them today. Specifically Sam, who was actually the one giving you these lessons.

As you walked up to the door, you felt a sense of familiarity as your reached out and rang the door bell three times. The chilly air nipped at your exposed hands as your rubbed them together, trying to create the friction you needed for warmth to course through them. Your teeth chattered as you waited for the door to open, patiently, and when it did you smiled widely at the red headed woman on the other side of it.

“Hey, Nikki. How are you?” You say as she ushered you through the threshold, closing the door and taking your coat and scarf before hugging you tightly. “I’m doing swell, thank you. God, you’re practically frozen. Come on, the boys are in here.” 

The two of you walked through the foyer and into the living area, chatting about the girls weekend that your mom, her, and you had just had two weekends back. Of course, you had seen Nikki and Dom at least twice a month, they were your parent’s best friends. The four of them did almost everything together when the Holland’s were in town, and sometimes you had the pleasure of spending a night full of stories and laughter with the pair of couples.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to do it again.” You said as Tessa ran up to you happily, jumping on her hind legs as she stretched to lick you. You laughed at the beauty, cooing at her lightly as you pet her, “Hello, darling, you can come too. Yes you can!” Nikki laughed as you invited Tessa to the next girls day, as she looked up at the boys that were seated on the couches.

“Boys! Look who’s here!” Their heads perked up as you stood from rubbing Tessa’s belly, looking at the boys who had grown oh-so-much. Paddy ran towards you with a huge smile plaster on his face as he exclaimed your name joyously. Tom’s smile was just as bright and confident, as he jumped up to give you a hug which you returned happily. Harry did the same, moving around Tom as you wrapped an arm around his waist in a side hug. Sam was the last one to approach you with an almost overly happy smile. His arms came to wrap around your waist, dipping his head in the crook of your neck, his hold pulling you slightly off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing against him in the tightest hug you could muster. 

As you pulled away, questions were shot your way from every direction, a blush coming to your cheeks as Tom boasted about how beautiful you had become since he had last seen you in a club about a year and a half ago. You chuckled as you swatted at the compliment, “It was dark, and you were drunk. How could you tell?” The boys laughed at their brother, Paddy going back to his video game console as he lost interest in the conversation. 

As your answered and asked question, the question of your relationship status was soon the topic of the conversation. The boys staring at you closely after Sam’s questioning eyes found yours. 

“I-I uh-,” You let out a soft chuckle as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m not in a relationship at the moment, and haven’t been since Tom called me hot in that club a year and a half ago.” Tom’s face went red and his eyes filled with an apologetic look in them which you just laughed at, “He was a dick anyways, toxic almost.” You confessed. Sam took this as his chance to suggest getting to the lesson, feeling guilty for even bringing up the subject, but feeling confident after receiving the newfound information. 

Sam had started feeling things for you when the two of you were ten, at the time he wasn’t sure what he was feeling but he knew it was something. And that something had to do with the way your laugh sounds like the most joyous thing he had ever heard, or how your smile was as warm as honey, or how your (y/h/c) always glowed in the sunshine. The feelings only progressed as the two of you grew older, even with those eight years you had spent apart. And now, the beautiful girl that he had only seen pictures of through Instagram was walking beside him to the family music room. It was where he did all his lessons, but it would soon become a scared place for the two of you.

“So what all do you remember from when you were younger?” He asked you, after he lightly led you into the room by placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. Your cheeks ran warm, a pink flush rushing over them. You tried to recall what you could remember, but the hand on your back sent your brain reeling. What was this feeling? And was Sam Holland making you feel this way?

“U-Uh, my scales and maybe a few nursery rhymes?” You asked as more of a question. His arm gestured towards the piano bench where you sat and rest your fingers lightly on the keys, almost as if it had been imprinted in your brain.

“Good, I want you to play them for me. But be sure to keep your back straight, love.” The endearing term and the gentle but firm hand on your shoulders and back made your mind buzz, you only nodded before beginning to go through the scales. Sam would call out a note and you’d play the scale effortlessly. 

“Well done, darling. Now, I’m going to see how well you can read a piece. Here is a nursery rhyme, play it to the best of your ability.” You nodded nervously while mumbling an “okay” as he placed the sheet in the stand that was built into the piano. You lightly started playing it, reading it with few mistakes making your heart swell with pride. You smiled up at Sam when you finished, him returning the smile before telling you the places where you messed up and how you can improve. 

“Let’s try something a little harder.” He said quietly after you quickly mastered that piece, he made his way over to a book shelf of folders, flipping through them quickly, “Here, let’s try this.” 

When he sat the piece down in front of you and you quietly hummed the first couple of notes, and you recognized the tone. “Clair de Lune?”, you questioned nervously.

He peered at you as he leaned over your shoulder, nodding as he smiled at you, “With practice, you’ll get it. We’ll work on it, and other things, during each lesson. These first couple of measures aren’t hard at all.” His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his hands taking yours in his own and moving them to play the beginning measures lightly. You turned your head to look at him, looking at his side features, the freckles on his cheeks dancing as he smirked to himself. 

“Play it for me.” You said in a whisper, to which he turned his head towards yours, lips almost touching. He looked down at them slowly before looking back up at your eyes. You swear your heart stopped, “Of course, love.”

You got up from the bench, watching him as he took your place. You sat down in a chair was a few feet away, one that gave you a perfect side few of his body. The way he held himself as he sat there was beautiful, confident and strong. But what made your breath hitch was when he started to play the piece, his eyes closed while his hands moved delicately along the keys. His body gliding with the notes that floated through the air as they cascaded down the keys.

Then you realized. So suddenly, with the notes rushing together in a magical melody, you realized that the reason you loved piano was because of him. He made it look like a dance, like the black keys were the male leading a waltz with the white keys. You stood up abruptly and made your way over to the edge of the piano, just as he began the last few measures, almost hypnotized by the music. 

His hands lifted delicately off the piano, the last note ringing through the air softly. His hands landed lightly in his lap, looking like the image of peace, completely consumed in the music. His eyes looked up to meet yours and he smiled at you lightly.

“When I play…I think of you…” He claimed lightly, a shy but warm smile on his face. 

“That was beautiful, Sam.” You gasped.

Exactly.”

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Ash’s Writing Challenge (3) - Little Red Riding Hood - This is the story behind Negan’s red scarf - [continued]

Negan x Female Reader

A/N:  This is a short story based on the Little Red Riding Hood. <33 This is a three part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash challenge xx I’m sorry this took forever to post I’ve been in a bad writing rut >.< –  Special shoutout to this beautiful soul @daintyunicorn for helping me out in my time of need <33  <– you guys…her work is FIRE, if you  haven’t checked out her stuff, her one shots are soo good, and ‘The Hills’ is one of my favorite fics!

Tags: NSFW, SMUT 

The Wolf (1) || Masterlist

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

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Beware the charm of men. 

Since you were a teenager, you were taught that no man looks at a woman with honesty. That the minute they lay eyes on you they are consumed by lust. They will use their wits to ease you into their trap and then devour your mind, body and soul the instant chance they get. Those words were implemented by your grandmother, and they lingered in your head as you sat down next to the handsome stranger. You were the last person that wanted to admit she was right, but you couldn’t ignore how unsettled you were. You glued your eyes to the deteriorating wood, admiring the fire dancing wildly atop of it. 

Noticing you avoid his stare, the man responded with a sigh and rested his forearm on his knee while extending his other leg out to get comfortable. “What happened to your group?” 

“Pardon me?” 

“You mentioned that you haven’t been on your own that long, which means at some fucking point you were with others. What happened?” 

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 13

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 13

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan visits Alexandria a few weeks after you ended things between the two of you.

Warnings: SFW, angst maybe? And minor harassment

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Soooo next chapter might be the climax so there might not be much smut in the next parts. Still not happy with how this came out but it’s probably because this serves as a filler. I still hope you guys would enjoy this!!!

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Negan was the only person who ever made you feel secured. It was ironic but it was the truth. He was there for you when you thought you had no one and he always reassured you that he would always be there for you.

But you ruined everything and now you were back to being alone.

As you quietly rested against the door, you contemplated whether you should head back inside his room and take back your words. You wanted to kiss Negan, to hug him tight and tell him that you needed him to stay. That you wanted to stay. However, you also knew that this was how things were supposed to be. Your loyalty remained with your family and choosing Negan over them would cause a whole lot of trouble.

Taking deep breaths, you finally managed to compose yourself. You wiped away your tears and started heading down the hallway with a heavy heart. As you turned at the corner, you unexpectedly run into a familiar face.

“Eugene…” you mumbled.

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a little modernish klangst

sooooo i know i havent really posted BUT i have a good reason being school graduation!! anyways this just came to me and it broke my heart so i decided to share with you all. It not that good but still hope you enjoy!! 

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Lance never would have thought that he would be leaving Keith. In fact, Lance was sure that Keith would be the one leaving him. Funny how things turned out to be, right?

Their relationship started to go downhill during a very important moment in Keith’s life. Keith had been a nervous wreck when his astronaut test (is that even real??? Idk it is real in this au) was coming up. He kept going on and on about how he wasn’t going to pass it which eventually led to him towards a bad negative slump. He would tell Lance that he wasn’t good enough for him and how he never gave Lance anything when Lance had given him everything (Lance maybe was gonna be a doctor??? His career was already set). He even went as far as to telling him that they should break up because “You can do better than me.” That’s when Lance snapped, in a good way. He told Keith he was going to pass it and that he loved him or else why would he have stayed with him all these years? He told Keith that he knew that he was going to become a great astronaut and that he believed in him and whatnot. Then, they hugged and made up and all that sappy stuff.

Fast-forward to a few weeks when Keith had received his award letter and met with his new co-workers. The first few days they were both ecstatic. Keith was going to be an astronaut! Lance was so happy for him. He did his best to support Keith in whatever ways he could because he could see that Keith fit in perfectly. However, when Keith decided to hang out with his new co-workers more and more, Lance knew something was off. Keith slowly stared to come home later and would often never answer his phone. He would not show up to their dates and would excuse himself whenever he did. Lance could feel the distance between them growing as time flew by and would often ponder whether Keith still loved him. (he often asked Keith this and would receive an “of course I love you.”) Lance didn’t know what to do. (He often felt lonely and sad which was definitely not good… leading to him becoming depressed)

It wasn’t until one day when Lance stumbled upon Keith and his friends, that his heart broke completely. He had been shopping (a thing that now made him feel slightly better since someone decided to ditch him) when he noticed them and of course he went to greet them. Lance should have noticed something was of when Keith ignored him. He should have left but he told himself that it was fine even when Keith rejected his kiss. He was introducing himself (Hi, my name is Lance and im Keith’s boyfriend) when Keith quickly interrupted him and told them that Lance was just a “friend.” Lance was fine, right? (WRONG)

Lance felt like he was punched in the gut and his breathe was knocked out. Did he really hear, right? Had Keith, his Keith who was proud of who he was and never in his life hid his sexuality, really tried to hide their relationship?? He wanted to scream and cry at the same time. He put on a stoic face (KEIT WYD???) and abruptly excused himself. Keith made no move to go after him.

Lance cried (A LOT) when he got home. I mean, who wouldn’t be when their own boyfriend somewhat rejected them?? He let out the sadness and betrayal from his system. (it took longer than what he intended but oh well) He couldn’t believe that Keith had done that. Once he was more in control, he made a decision that would change his life. He packed all of his belongings, making sure that he didn’t leave anything personal behind, (Keith was somewhere idk okay??? He just didn’t go home, igues?) and walked out the door without looking back.

maryann8  asked:

Hello! My birthday is April 3rd and I was wondering if I could request a drabble. I love arranged marriage fics but any type of Everlark drabble will do. Thank you!

Originally posted by stitch-addict

Wishing you a fabulous birthday! To help you celebrate, the always amazing @dandeliononfire has crafted this wonderful little slice of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Geometry

Rating: T for this chapter  

A/N:  Happy birthday on installment!  Here is part 1, with the rest of the story soon to follow!  This “drabble” was going to be bittersweet, but for a number of reasons it became a five-chapter story with angst, bittersweet, and (yes, gasp!) happy/playful.  (The title “geometry” will start making sense as of the next installment.)   I hope you have a great day today!


Contract for Marriage

Heretofore exchange Graham Mellark, father of Peeta Mellark, and Lily Everdeen, widow of James Everdeen and sole legal guardian of the minors Katniss Everdeen and Primrose Everdeen, the following pledges for the marriage of Katniss Everdeen to Peeta Mellark as follows:

  1. Graham Mellark shall ensure his son, Peeta Mellark, a male recently turned eighteen years, both marries Katniss Everdeen, a female of seventeen years, and assumes the role of legal guardian for Primrose Everdeen.
  2. In exchange, Lily Everdeen shall convey the Everdeen home, property and all her personal possessions, to Peeta Mellark.
  3. Graham Mellark further promises to employ Peeta Mellark for reasonable wages for the purpose of providing for Katniss and Primrose Everdeen, paid as a mix of food stores and monies, for a period of at least five years following the date of said marriage.
  4. Graham Mellark further promises to provide new school clothes for Primrose Mellark at the start of every school term.
  5. Graham Mellark further promises to pay Katniss Everdeen the sum of Fifty Credits within a day of said marriage.
  6. Graham Mellark further promises the Mellark Bakery will purchase goat cheese exclusively from Primrose Everdeen, at market rate, up to the weight of three stones a month as supplies allow, for a period of at least five years following the date of said marriage.

There’re signature blocks, signed by Katiss’ mom and my dad.  There’s a stamp of “accepted,” and official filing notations at the bottom, and I also recognize Mayor Undersee’s signature too.

It’s official, apparently in all ways except for Katniss’ and my forced vows.

Vows I found out less than an hour ago we’d be making.

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(Request by anon: could you do one where the reader is quite a few years younger than Reid?)

Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: None


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You sighed, throwing your pen down on your desk as you finished writing up the last of the reports. You had been part of the BAU team since being recruited last year. You had been the second youngest team member ever to join the team - the first obviously being Spencer.

Spencer was still quite a few years older than you though so you were subjected to Morgan’s teasing - your nicknames often deriving from the fact that you were the “baby of the team”. The team had become like your family although your feelings for Spencer weren’t exactly what you would call familial.

You had had feelings for the awkward profiler since you had met him though you pushed them down knowing that fraternising within work was frowned upon. And anyway, Spencer most likely viewed you as a sister figure because of the age gap.

You ran a hand through your (Y/H/C) hair, leaning back in your seat. The rest of the team had stayed behind too. Hotch and Rossi were busy discussing issues in Hotch’s office. JJ, Emily, Morgan and Garcia chatted away over at the coffee machine and Spencer busied himself with his book opposite you.

Hearing your sigh, he looked up concern flooding his face. “You okay, (Y/N)?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s just being cooped up, you know?”

Emily came up behind you, the others following with their coffees. “Why don’t we go then? We never had a proper celebration when you got recruited because it was just case after case but we could do it now. It’s only 9:30pm.”

“ Ooh, I like the idea of that. Can we do that?” Garcia started getting excited.

“I’m up for it. I’ll just tell Will I’ll be home a little later.” JJ shrugged.

“Oh, you know I’m definitely up for it.” Morgan laughed. “Pretty Boy, you coming?”

Spencer opened his mouth and you knew by the way his face was contorting that he was going to decline.

“Please, Spence?” You gave him you best puppy dog eyes and prayed he’d say yes. You liked being around him (in the least creepiest way possible).

Spencer looked at you, biting his lip as he thought over his decision. He nodded, giving you a small smile. “Okay.”

“Great! I’ll go tell Hotch and Rossi.” Emily walked off to the unit chief’s office.



You and the team had been in the club for a few hours and you were beginning to feel faint from the amount of people around you.

Morgan was strutting his stuff on the dance floor with two random girls while Garcia watched on. Emily and JJ were in deep conversation about what man Emily should have in her life with Spencer sat between them awkwardly, while Hotch and Rossi chatted over at the bar.

You left the table abruptly and made your way through the crowd to find the door. You hastenedly opened it, needing some fresh air. You bent over, head between your knees as you tried to calm down from what you now discovered was an anxiety attack.

“Are you okay?”

You jumped at the sound of someone behind you before letting out a breath. “Christ, Spence. Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just- I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were okay.” He explained.

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. A mini anxiety attack. I didn’t realise there’d be some many people just crowded into that small space, heh.” You sank down the wall to sit on the pavement.

Spencer took a seat next to you. “You know, Morgan was teasing me-”

“Don’t let him get to you, Spence. He means well.”

“No, it’s not that. He was teasing me about you.” He swallowed, keeping his eyes on his Converse sneakers.

“Me? Why would Derek tease you about me?” You asked him, confused.

Sure, Morgan had often teased you about Spencer because you were the closest to his age but he didn’t know that you actually liked your colleague, did he? If he knew and told Spencer about your feelings, you didn’t know how you’d live it down. The man viewed you as a sister, for crying out loud.

“Because… He told me to get a move on. That I had to tell you.”

“Had to tell me what?”

“Look (Y/N), I - I realise that there’s an age gap and we’re colleagues and you most likely don’t see me as anything other than that but I like you. I always have.” Spencer admitted.

Your heart leapt in your chest as he continued.

“I’ve honestly never felt like this towards anyone since Maeve and I’ve probably put my foot in my mouth by bombarding you with my confession but I needed to-”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” You interrupted him.

Spencer looked up at you, his face unreadable before happiness took over his face as he leaned forward to cup your cheek.

Finally.

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Lance had no idea how it had happened. One minute he was stepping into the adoption center for cats and the next he was on the floor of the nursery room, absolutely smothered in about a thousand wriggling, mewling, purring, fuzzy kittens of varying ages while his husband was busy parking the car.

Shiro walked in and abruptly made a high pitched squeal of endearment that you wouldn’t think such a big, buff, serious and scarred man with a prosthetic arm could make. “Oh my god, Lance! I was gone for not even ten minutes!” Shiro laughed as he pulled out his phone and rapidly took photos of his husband on the floor, flat on his back, absolutely covered in multicolored fluffballs.

Lance pouted and attempted to sit up, a tiny blue gray kitten chirping at him from her perch on his shoulder. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, I know where you sleep.” The Cuban male grumbled, though he rubbed a few kitten’s ears affectionately, eyes soft with motherly love towards the adorable squeakers.

Shiro moved forward and settled down on the floor, a few more kittens mewing and clambering into his lap. The big man cooed and picked up several at a time, nuzzling into the silky fur adoringly. Lance smiled gently at the sight. His husband had always been a sucker for cats, and after their last cat, Voltron, died a few months ago from cancer, he’d been inconsolable. So Lance had decided to get Shiro a new cat, and if he sort of missed the sound of tiny padding feet and quiet meows around the house, nobody had to know.

The blue eyed kitten on Lance’s shoulder chirped again, and he scratched her neck affectionately. “Who’s a pretty girl?” He crooned as a tiny gray head butted into his cheek. A louder mew across from him had him looking down to see another, fluffier, solid black kitten perching on his knee, rearing up to bat at the blue kitten’s tail. “It seems that Blue really likes you, sir.” The assistant nearby spoke up, smiling from her chair in the corner.

“Blue?” Shiro looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah. Nobody here is really creative with names, so most of us just call ‘em like we see ‘em. The one on your lap is Black, she and Blue are sisters. Never seen a closer knit pair of siblings than those two. Though Black’s more Maine Coon mix and Blue’s more Russian Blue mix. Black took after their Mum, Blue after the Dad. Genetics are strange.” The brunette woman explained, pushing up her glasses and tucking a strand of red dyed hair away from the playful tuxedo kitten trying to nab it.

“She’s beautiful.” Lance muttered, now cradling the purring gray puffball in his arms and absently stroking just under Blue’s chin while Black mewled for attention too, prompting Shiro to scoop her up from Lance’s lap and lavish her in little rubs and tickles, which the kitten thoroughly enjoyed. “Lance, we absolutely have to take these two home!” Shiro declared, eyes sparkling with determination as Black attacked his face in cute kitty kisses.

“I can get their adoption forms for you whenever, just say the word.” The assistant lady smiled, tuxedo kitten now draped around her neck. The other kittens were sprawled around, tired after playtime. “Hon’, I thought we were only supposed to get one kitten?” Lance raised an eyebrow at his husband, only to get a big eyed puppy dog pout in return, quivering lip with watery eyes and all. “But Laaaance!!! You heard the lady! Black and Blue are really close sisters! We can’t just separate them!” Shiro whined pleadingly, holding up Black for emphasis.

Lance’s eye twitched, a sign he was weakening. “We’d have to get more things, you know. It’d be kind of expensive…” he tried, but faltered when Blue mewed and nuzzled at his neck adorably. Shiro dialed up the charm. “We have plenty of money! Pleeeeeaaassee dear honey darling love of my heart?” Lance snorted, laughing. “Okay okay, we’ll adopt them both, just stop with the ridiculous pet names. You’re so cheesy! I thought I was supposed to be the awful flirter in this relationship, not you!” He joked, Shiro giving him a beaming smile in return.

The assistant chuckled. “Alright, you two wait here while I go get the adoption forms.” She said, standing up and setting the tuxedo kitten down as she breezed out of the room, leaving the two men to play with the kittens a little longer.

Soon enough they were walking out of the adoption center with a carrier holding two adorable little balls of fur. By the huge, happy grin on his spouse’s face, Lance deemed this trip an overwhelming success in his book!



“Blue! No! Bad kitty, stop moving, you’ll make it worse! Shiro stop laughing and help me with her!” Lance wailed, attempting to pin down his rambunctious now-one-year-old cat with a cup of water stuck around her head.

His husband was currently laughing his ass off on the floor, red faced and wheezing while Blue stumbled and dashed around the living room, trying to whack the plastic cup off of her face. She’d just wanted a drink! Lance finally tackled the young Russian Blue mix to the ground, wresting the cup off with a ’pop!’ and a splatter of water all over the floor, which Blue promptly began to roll around in delightedly. She was one of those weird water cats, as Lance had discovered the day after they’d brought the kittens home and gave them a bath.

Black watched from her perch up high on the bookcase, purring lightly and twitching her tail in amusement. The huge Main Coon mix was a giant puddle of calm black fluff nowadays, always choosing some sort of high surface to settle on to keep watch over her territory. Like a lioness on Pride Rock, Lance had joked once.

Lance sighed in exasperation and scooped up his troublesome kitty. “Alright Beautiful, lets go get you dried off.” He muttered, Blue chirping in response and licking at his face with a rough tongue. He laughed lightly and disappeared into the kitchen for a towel.

Black mrrowed and jumped down from her high place, padding over to Shiro to check and see if her human was still alive. She patted his red face with a cool paw, batting at the white forelock until he recovered enough to sweep her up and nuzzle at her fur, and she responded with a purr and more soft kitty kisses to his face, as was their tradition nowadays. “Thanks for checking on me, Black. I’m good now.” Shiro chuckled, smiling as Lance came back into the living room with a towel wrapped bundle of damp fur.

You were no freaking help at all you jerk!” Lance declared dramatically, pointing at his husband. “I feel betrayed, will I ever recover from this tragedy?!? I trusted you to have my back, instead you laugh at my suffering! Oh the indignity!” He continued his overly dramatic spiel, leaning back and moving his hand to press the back of it against his forehead like a damsel in distress. Blue meeped softly from her cocoon prison.

Shiro released a short laugh, sitting up fully to give his spouse a cheeky smirk. “It looked like you had everything under control already, dear.” He said cheerfully, amused at Lance’s dramatic nature. Black rumbled happily from her spot in his lap. “Under control? Did that look even remotely like I had it under control?” Lance raised an eyebrow at his lover as he set Blue free and used the towel to mop up the rest of the water, though luckily the cup had only been a fourth or so full.

Shiro tilted his head and hummed thoughtfully, tickling Black’s ears. “Well, no, but it was certainly entertaining.” He burst into more laughter at his spouse’s indignant squawk and sputtered through a mouthful of wet towel as it smacked him in the face, sliding off to land on Black with a wet slopping noise, causing Black to yowl a complaint and wriggle out from under the heavy weight soaking her fur.

“You sir, are a brat. No wonder you’re like, mentally seven.” Lance stuck his tongue out at said brat, who was trying to coax Black back into his lap. “Yes, but you love me!” Shiro sang as he managed to get his giant, fluffy monster of a cat back into his arms.

Lance sighed and gave his husband a fond smile. “Yeah… I really do.”


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pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, hockey au

written for: @diarycrux + this

notes: future timestamp/bonus chapter for time go


The whole thing—

It’s not as much of a disaster as it could be, honestly.


Harry’s only been home for, like, forty-five seconds when something small and plastic and deceptively heavy hits him square in the face, splitting the stitches on his upper lip.

“What the fuck,” he snaps, bringing his hand up to his mouth. There’s a potentially concerning amount of blood. “What's—Pansy?”

Pansy is standing in the doorway that leads to the kitchen, her arms crossed over her lower abdomen, wearing a pair of faded black yoga pants and what looks like most of a canister of flour. Her expression is pinched and kind of…panicked, but also furious, but also maybe the slightest bit relieved.

Harry squints at her in confusion. “What’s going on?”  

She raises her eyebrows, glaring pointedly at his feet. “Oh, I don’t know, Harry, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He glances down without really thinking it through, and—

He freezes.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” he blurts out, stomach somehow simultaneously sinking and twisting. With nerves. And dread. And that very unsettling brand of anticipation that usually precedes, like, playoffs overtime and phone calls from his agent. “Wait, why did you throw it at me?”

She sniffs. “I assumed you’d be able catch it.”

“I wasn’t even looking!”

“You’re a professional athlete, you shouldn’t have to be looking.”

Harry gapes at her, shoulders slumping with a familiar flicker of helplessly fond outrage. “Pansy.”

Her lower lip wobbles. “Well? Are you going to check it?” she tries to drawl, but her voice cracks on a quavering note of hysteria, and Harry momentarily forgets about the blood trickling down his chin.

“Uh,” he answers dumbly. “I’m guessing I don’t…have to? Because it’s positive?”

It’s the absolute wrong thing to say, Harry reflects with a wince, watching Pansy gasp, her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flooding with color and her eyes positively glittering with indignation. When she starts talking, he reaches up, semi-instinctively, to loosen the admittedly crooked knot of his tie. He’s going to be a dad, what the fuck.

"—so bad at birth control, don’t you guys get, like, weekly PowerPoint presentations about paternity lawsuits and—wait, why do you look like a vampire?” Pansy pauses, furrowing her brow. “Harry? Who broke you?”

Harry sighs, deeply, before folding her into a warm, full-body hug and dropping a careful kiss onto the top of her head. A few errant rainbow sprinkles are tangled in her hair, and she smells kind of suspiciously like a spice rack, and the diamond stud pierced through the cartilage in her ear is covered in cake batter. He wonders if it’s weird that he finds all of that…charming. Attractive. Irresistible?

It’s probably weird.

"Hey,” he says anyway, and he isn’t sure if it’s because he hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, or because he’s vaguely lightheaded from the blood loss, or because there’s a stupid expensive ring hidden in the bottom of his bag that he’d had to mortifyingly enlist the help of four separate teammates to buy, but—he feels really, just, abruptly confident. Like he’d made an accidental turn down an unfamiliar street and ended up somewhere significantly, undeniably better than wherever the smugly disembodied British voice in his GPS had originally been guiding him. Like—serendipity. A less shitty version of fate.  

“We’re gonna be good at this,” Harry eventually murmurs. “We’re gonna be good.”


Requested by @fehldrck Pavel has been thinking about the reader, his first love lately.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,498

A/N: I love this. I love this. I LOVE THIS. Thanks for requesting it and I really hope this was what you had in mind. Also, maybe I can make a part 2 for this if you guys want it.

The first time he saw you, your head was buried in books. He came to the library in search of somewhere quiet, he was happy to see it was empty except for him and another person.

When his eyes landed on you he stopped, taking you in. Your head raised at the sudden stop of footsteps.

You made eye contact. And then he saw the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

“Keptin in ze bridge.” Pavel announced without the usual happy tone in his voice. Hikaru had to nudge him twice so that he could finally come back to his senses and hear the captain calling out to him.

“Yes, Keptin?”

Jim frowned at his navigator’s unusual behavior. “I was asking about your date with your girlfriend but…”

“Oh, its okay Keptin. We broke up.”

A moment of silence passed between them and Jim stood up from his chair before patting the younger one’s shoulder.

“Meh, Orion women are usually hard to please am I right?” Jim joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Pavel gave him a smile.

“I’m not zat upset about it really. To be honest, it was doomed from ze start.”

Jim gave Chekov another pat before returning to his chair, knowing very well that smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“And it would bring us to ze conclusion that…”

“Infinite velocity might be possible.”

“…infinite welocity might be possible.”

Pavel was sitting in a cafe, doing some reading when the lovely lady he saw in the library a couple of days ago sat in front of him excitedly. “Are you reading about Warp Theory?” you have asked before losing yourself in a deep conversation.

“Oh please forgive me. I can’t help myself when I see someone as interested as me in Warp Theory.” you giggled and a blush found its way to his cheeks.

“It’s alright. I enjoyed your company…” he stopped, trying to remember if you have mentioned your name.

“I am so sorry I didn’t even introduce myself. [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. I believe we are in the same Navigation class?”

Pavel took her hand and shook it. “Yes we are. Pavel Andreievich Chekov.”

You flicked your wrist to look at the time. “As much as I would love to stay and chat a little more, I need to depart for my next class.” you said, getting up from your chair.

Feeling bold, Pavel stood up and moved in front of you, blocking your way. “I can walk you zere. I mean… if you want me to.” his voice lowered with each word. You gave him the same smile he fell in love with.

“I would love to, Pavel.”

“What’s the matter with you?”

Pavel’s head snapped up at his friend’s voice. Hikaru sat in front of him in the mess hall, watching him play with his food.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Hikaru.” he said before bringing his fork down. He sat in silence for a moment before adding, “I’ve been thinking lately…”

The helmsman raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at his young friend intently. He sighed and hoped that he wouldn’t regret his next words.

“Is this about [Y/N]?”

Your name was almost like a forbidden word between the two ever since they got assigned to the Enterprise. “You just had to graduate before me didn’t you?” he remembered you joke bitterly.

Pavel brought his hands to his face when he recalled your voice and Hikaru quickly got a hold of his arm, leading him out of the mess hall and to his quarters.

“Why?” Pavel said. “Why do I have to look for [Y/N] in every single woman I date?”

“Maybe it’s because you want to be with [Y/N]. Not someone else.”

“What do you mean?”

Hikaru sighed, trying to formulate the words that would cause the least damage. “Why do you look for her in other people when you have [Y/N] herself? Have you called her ever since we got assigned? Have you made any effort to contact her?”

“She deserves better zan-”

“There you go again.” Hikaru stood up from Pavel’s bed and made his way to the door. “You continue like this and soon there will be no [Y/N] to make you happy.”

“Hikaru Sulu you are an insufferable man! Just relax!”

The laughs of three cadets echoed in the dorm two of them shared. You finished making the said man’s hair and gave him the mirror.

“Hope you like it. Because if I redo it, you’re gonna be late for your date.”

Pavel sat behind you as you helped Hikaru get ready for his date. “You look good Hikaru, I’m sure Ben will zink so.”

Hikaru stood up abruptly and made his way out of the room. “Thank you so much [Y/N]! I owe you one!” he exclaimed, putting his jacket on.

You giggled. “This one’s on the house.” you said and ushered him out. Pavel came next to you and added “Don’t have too much fun!”

“I make no promises!”

Both of you giggled and closed the door behind him. You threw yourself on the couch, tired. Pavel joined you and opened his PADD.

“[Y/N] maybe we could go see a movie or something. Could be fun.” Pavel said with the courage he was mustering up since last week.

You didn’t say anything. He took your silence as rejection and was about to tell you to forget it but you giggled and took his PADD.

“Only if I get to choose the movie.” You gave him the smile that still made his heart go wild.

“You trust me, right?”

Pavel jumped in his place and turned away from his station to see the captain near where his ear was a moment ago.

“Keptin, please don’t sneak up on me like zat.”

“I need an answer Chekov.”

Pavel felt Hikaru’s eyes on him while he answered. “Of course I do, sir.”

A grin appeared on Jim’s face. “Then I hope you won’t be opposed to the idea of meeting someone when we dock at a starbase for new recruits tomorrow..”

The navigator’s eyebrows knitted. “Meeting someone?”

“I’ve set you up with a date.”

Pavel’s eyes widened and his face turned red. “Sir! You didn-”

Jim raised his hand to stop him. “You don’t have to go.” he said. “But I know that you will like her. I would be really happy if you gave her a chance.”

Not wanting to say no to his captain, Pavel agreed. Plus he knew it wouldn’t hurt to meet someone new. He turned back to his station, not seeing the highfive the captain gave to the helmsman.

A fist on his cheek, Pavel watched you thoughtfully as you typed something in your PADD. You two were seated in the library he first saw you, studying for the finals.

He was thinking about you a lot lately. Thinking about the fact he already knew. He fell in love with you. Something he didn’t feel for anyone before.

But he knew it wouldn’t end well. He would graduate and get assigned to a ship in a couple of weeks. Even if you returned his feelings he would be light years away, away from you. He knew you deserved better than that.

“That equation isn’t gonna solve itself Chekov.”

Pavel snapped away from his thoughts and he removed his fist from his face. “Oh right, zat equation.” he said and turned to his own PADD.

“Pavel?” he felt your hand on top of his. He locked his eyes with yours and saw the worry in them. “Are you alright?”

The realization of how little time he had left with you dawned upon him and he grabbed your hand, squeezing it.

“Don’t worry [Y/N]. I’m just a little tired zat’s all.”

It felt like a knife on his chest when you smiled and squeezed his hand back.

Pavel sat at the table where he was supposed to meet his date, lost in his own thoughts. He kept thinking about what Hikaru told him over and over again.

“Am I doing ze wrong zing by letting her go?” he started to talk to himself and shook his head. “No, she deserves better zan me.” he repeated for the millionth time.

Before he could get back to his thoughts, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

“I’m so sorry. I had to pack for my new assignment and-”

Pavel turned around and stood up from his chair in shock. The same hair, eyes, lips… He started to wonder if this was all a dream.

“[Y/N].” the name fell from his lips without a struggle.

Just like he imagined, your smile brought light to his world again.

If Astro Ran an Ice Cream Parlor...

JinJin

  • the manager who’s always eating the merchandise
  • but he also keeps the place running somehow??
  • so it’s all good
  • constantly making pointless bets with MJ and Sanha
  • like the bets don’t even matter
  • “hey who do you think will scratch his nose first, Eunwoo or Rocky??”
  • “my money’s on Rocky”
  • the “money” they bet with is just ice cream punch cards
  • ((which, again, is pointless;;;))
  • but it’s not a rly busy place, so like, they don’t have too much else to do during the lulls in orders….
  • generally keeps everyone happy and also has a good time
  • like he’s never stressed
  • he’s made of koalas and iced tea

MJ 

  • in charge of the counter
  • usually greets customers first
  • constantly just spewing nonsense to customers while scooping orders
  • but like in an endearing charming way??
  • i’m talking pick up lines, puns, and even knock knock jokes
  • “you’re the cherry on top of my day!”
  • “did you hear the one about fudge-ripple-cashew-cluster??”
  • “it was nuts!”
  • :D *ba dum tss*
  • but hey, it gets him tips, so he’s happy
  • sometimes gives out extra toppings, free of charge
  • no one can actually call him out on it except JinJin, who always lets it slide
  • no one rly complains tho
  • bc everyone loves MJ <3

Eunwoo

  • works with MJ behind the counter
  • that one all-around super perfect employee where you just kind of ???
  • like why aren’t you a successful business tycoon?
  • why are you here scooping ice cream?
  • but it makes him happy
  • Eunwoo wouldn’t trade his job for anything
  • constantly being flirted with/getting people’s contact info
  • he takes it in stride
  • “wow people are so friendly c:”
  • just uses the numbers and emails to sign people up for the shop’s mailing list
  • bc why else would ppl be giving him their #s???
  • sweet innocent child
  • he’s been told it’s bc he’s a DISH
  • but he’s all like “no no no, that can’t be it”
  • “they must just like the ice cream”
  • and everyone’s like riiiiiight

Moonbin

  • in charge of the drive thru
  • has the sweetest demeanor EVER over the intercom
  • like he makes you want to buy ice cream just so you can hear him happy
  • and when u pull up to the window
  • he LOOKS as nice as hE SOUndS??
  • he gets numbers on the daily
  • like he hands out the receipt and gets someone’s phone number in exchange
  • he doesn’t mind too much
  • one of MJ, JinJin, and Sanha’s fave pointless bets is who can get more phone numbers in a day: Bin, or Eunwoo??
  • but they get around the same amount by the end of the week
  • is genuinely happy to give people their ice cream
  • like this is his dream job
  • he gives ppl ice cream and makes them smile!!
  • just made of puppies and sunshine like uggh TuT

Rocky

  • in charge of making ice cream cakes
  • and pretty darn good at it too
  • but also like the worst employee ever
  • constantly eating ice cream and blaming it on JinJin
  • everyone knows but no one calls him out on it
  • will sometimes just take handfuls of phone numbers from Bin
  • he tried to take some from Eunwoo, but Eunwoo wouldn’t let him rofl
  • he said it was “dishonest”
  • which it is ngl
  • but he claims he never meets anyone bc he’s always in the back sLAVInG aWay
  • making CAKES
  • *sad violin music*
  • which is only half true bc he sometimes watches the counter and takes orders
  • stop bein such a drama queen minhyuk

Sanha

  • apprentice for making ice cream cakes
  • he’s getting pretty good at it
  • but he still does dumb stuff sometimes
  • like spelling out “congratuls” on a cake bc he ran out of room;;;
  • smh
  • he just needs help
  • does the goofiest things for a laugh
  • like seeing how many frosting flowers he can fit on his tongue
  • which resulted in more pointless bets;;;;
  • (the answer is 7 in case u were wondering)
  • often walks around with smudges of frosting just on his face
  • at this point everyone’s given up telling him
  • he doesn’t notice/care anyway so
  • one time the others threw him a surprise party and had Sanha make his own cake lolol (he had no clue)
  • but he was so surprised and touched
  • this boy gets to work with his best friends
  • he feels like he must be the luckiest guy in the world :O
  • so he makes the most out of every day <3

tldr; Astro running an ice cream parlor is the best au and it makes my heart happy~ (*¯︶¯*)

Fated Love || pt. 1

JJ Project Series AU

Originally posted by miewmiew

Jaebum x Reader (you) x Jinyoung 

Warnings: smut and violence in future chapters

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: As princess of the Kingdom of Asilama, it is your duty to serve your people and protect them from any danger. Thus, the fate of your kingdom is weighed upon your shoulders when you are forced to marry a prince. With this abrupt news, your fate with love has changed between your best friend to an unknown prince. With a torn heart, your future became harder to decide as danger begins to arise. 

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in honor of jjproject’s comback, i’ve decided to make a series out of these two. i’m super excited for this story since it’s my first time writing a big series like this in a long time. i hope you guys will enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. the next update will be sometime this week, hopefully haha! -admin


The calming wind blew the leaves on the tree as the sky vanishes almost completely, only a few fragments of blue remain like scattered pieces of an impossible jigsaw puzzle. The air was rich with the fragrance of leaves. After many hours of rain that have passed, the soil remained wet, slowly releasing its heady fog. It was close to evening and everything was cool with a hint of softness of that time. The only movement was the occasional bird, startling in a tree or a squirrel dashing up a nearby trunk. The sound of running water in the brook has the same hypnotic quality as music, creating a sense of peacefulness throughout the forest.

You took in a deep breath of fresh air as you raised your bow in the air, the arrow inches away from your cheek. With one eye closed, you aimed for the apple that was tied onto a tree branch. Although the apple was set far away, you were confident enough to aim right for the apple’s core. Your sense of pride gave you the confidence to release the tight string that sent the arrow flying, hitting the apple straight in the middle.

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Ruins

Robb Stark x reader

Imagine saving Robb’s life

Author’s Note: I saw an imagine that aligned with something that had been fighting to get out of my head for awhile now. Warnings include, well, The Red Wedding, in part. I was never okay with it, and this is a portion of what may turn out to be a series if I let it. I can claim no ownership of Robb, which is kind of unfortunate for him because if I could, I’d have never let anything happen to him like what did. 


Red.

That was mostly what you remembered about that night.

Red and that song. That Lannister song. You still woke up in the middle of the night, screaming, that waving melody just beyond the veil of consciousness.

In a coat of gold, or a coat of red,

A lion still has claws

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

As long and sharp as yours.

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shaken // isaac lahey

summary ; in which y/n has been invited around for dinner with isaac and his dad and things inevitably take a turn for the worst.

pairing ; isaac lahey & reader

warnings ; season two spoilers, violence, physical abuse, angst

word count ; 1.7k

published ; 30th july, ‘16

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stay safe + ily 🍥

You played around with the food on your plate, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach. Making small talk with Isaac’s father around the dinner table always made you want to curl up into a ball and stay there for the rest of eternity. He had that kind of effect.

“Um, so far, it’s an A in French and a B- in econ.” Your boyfriend of eight months said shakily as his dad asked him about school, it made you enraged that the ‘what are your grades right now?’ question always came before the ‘how are you, son?’ question. It was like he didn’t even care about how Isaac was, about how he’s barely coping. 

Sometimes Isaac’s dad insisted you came over for dinner but as much as Isaac tried to discretely tell you ‘say no’ you always cracked under his father’s harsh glare, scared for what could happen if you disobeyed him.

Afraid that if you told him no, Isaac might get hurt.

Isaac glanced at you; you nodded and smiled encouragingly at him. And even though you’d met Isaac’s dad before, quite a couple times; your hatred for him never lessened.

You had tried to get Isaac to tell someone about what was happening at home but he shot down the idea every time. Always mumbling something inaudible about his mom and brother.

“What about chemistry?” His father asked with a hard expression. You shifted nervously in your seat, Isaac took your hand from under the table and you immediately squeezed it to try and comfort him.

“I’m not sure, uh- midterms are in a few weeks so it could go up,” Isaac mumbled, his eyes filtering around the room in desperate need not to make eye contact. You could tell his dad didn’t seem impressed with his answer.

“What’s it at now?“

“Grade?” Isaac asked anxiously, noticeably gulping.

“Well, yeah.” His dad laughed mockingly and you couldn’t help but cough quietly as the tension continued to rise in the enclosed kitchen. His father’s head snapped over to you; he raised an eyebrow in questioning. “Anything you wanted to add, [Y/N]?” 

“O-oh uh, just that we haven’t been told our grades in chem yet.” He had caught you off guard, your nerves being noticeable by the stutters and rough lies you told. He stayed quiet for a while and you couldn’t tell if what you had said had made things worse or better.

“Okay, but Isaac just said that it could go up.” He pointed out and you bit your lip as you realised he may have seen through your lousy lie.

Isaac ran his free hand through his curls as he stuttered out, “I-i just meant, like, generally.”

His father’s eyes drifted to yours as he stared at you expectantly, said uncomfortable feeling in your stomach grew as you gulped apprehensively. “Has Isaac ever told you that you’re a terrible liar, [Y/N]?” He asked casually but you thought it felt anything but casual at this point.

Your eyes darted to Isaac before you glanced back at his dad. “Oh, I-uh.. I don’t-”

”[Y/N] just said that we haven’t been told our grades yet.“ Isaac cut me off with his almost inaudible mumbles but it was so agonisingly and awkwardly quiet that you could hear just about anything.

“Do you want to take this conversation downstairs?” His father asked and you felt Isaac’s jittery hands freeze in fear as he shook his head at his dad.

“I don’t think-” You started but got cut off by him addressing Isaac firmly.

“Tell me the grade, son.” Isaac and his father began talking over one another and you couldn’t help but notice the terrified look in Isaac’s eyes.

You couldn’t count on one hand how many times he had shown up at your doorstep covered with blood, bruises and tears falling too fast. He would cry and you would just hold him tightly until he calmed down.

He would explain what happened and you would continuously tell him to move in with you in your apartment to get away from his dad but he would decline. Saying that he couldn’t burden you like that. Although, he would never feel like a burden because not only was he your boyfriend of eight months but he was also your best friend of about ten years.

Except, you’ve only ever witnessed the aftermath of what had happened, never had you actually seen his father hurt him.

“It’s- it’s a D,” Isaac muttered, defeated. Then everyone fell into silence for a couple seconds.

“Alright. I’m not angry.” His dad said and you looked over at him with a somewhat shocked expression on your face. “Although I am going to need to punish you, it’s my responsibility as a parent.”

Isaac eyed his father nervously before he added, “so tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.” Isaac let out a breath of relief as he looked over at you, you caught his eye and smiled slightly. Maybe everything would be okay.

“Good. Because I would really like to see this entire place spotless.“ He added before the sound of shattering glass filled your ears and you rapidly jumped back in your seat. Isaac’s tightened his grip on your hand and your eyes shot over to him in worry. You were wrong.

His father snarled at you and Isaac before smashing all the glass on the table making you gasp and flinch away from him; your heart thumped against your chest in fear. His dad shot up from his seat, teeth bared and Isaac yanked you out of your seat before he shakily pulled you behind him as you both coward in the corner of the room.

"Absolutely spotless.” He grinned menacingly before snatching a large glass vase from on top of a cabinet. Your eyes widened as you saw him raise the vase above his head, and then everything else happened in what seemed like slow motion.

“Isaac!” You shouted before pushing him with all the strength you had, he stumbled to the side and you were thankful that he did: you didn’t want to witness Isaac’s own father hurting him. The vase shattered against the wall and you tried to cover yourself with your arms but you felt a piece of the glass slice your skin just under your eye.

You winced as you looked up slowly, Isaac’s fear turned to concern as he rushed towards you, taking your face in between his large hands. His eyes darted all across your face as you pulled the fragment of glass out with a sharp breath.

“Well, that was her fault.” His dad’s smug voice was heard from across the room. That’s when Isaac’s concern for you promptly turned to rage as he turned to his father who had a bitter smirk on his face.

“You could’ve blinded her!” He shouted as he stalked closer to his dad.

You swiftly followed after him as you wiped the blood off your cheek, “Isaac! Isaac, it’s okay. I’m alright.” You stood in front of him; putting your hand on his chest in an attempt to stop him from revealing the pack’s secret

“Shut up! It’s just a scratch!” His father rolled his eyes in annoyance and that sparked something in Isaac as his jaw clenched and his eyes started to glow a vibrant yellow. Your eyes widened at the sight as you spun around to see if his dad had seen his sudden eye colour change and you quietly cursed as you realised he had.

“Listen to me, I’m okay.” You whispered as you tried to stop him from losing control. You noticed his claws grow from his fingertips so you discretely took his hand in yours.

“Isaac?” His father asked with confusion but you ignored him, pulling Isaac out the Lahey household and down the path.

“Isaac!” He continued to yell as you pulled him round the corner before stopping him abruptly, you made sure that his father had gone the other way before turning towards your boyfriend who had his eyes shut tightly and was breathing heavily.

“Hey,” Your voice was soft as you took his hands in yours.

“No, [Y/N]. He hurt you.” Isaac growled adamantly as he snapped his eyes open, the still yellow colour glowing and you knew that because he was only just recently bitten that controlling the urges was difficult.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say to stop the process so you took a chance and pressed your lips to his. It took a couple seconds before he started to kiss back. You moved your hands from his hands and put on the back of his neck and the other tugging at his curly, blonde hair.

His hands travelled down before they rested at on your hips, he pulled you closer than thought possible before pushing you against the wall. He tapped your left thigh to tell you to jump but you pulled away, smirking at him before letting out a small chuckle.

“Not now,” You breathed, both you and Isaac trying to catch your breath as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, so much.” He mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your neck before pulling away slightly to face you.

“For what?” You asked with a slight smile on your face at how close you two were. Normally, he hated small spaces because of the freezer situation but when it came to being close to you, he thought nothing felt safer.

“For being there for me, tonight and every night when things like this happen. I’m just sorry you had to see that and get hurt. I hate him,” Isaac announced but you just shook your head, the smile gracing your lips never lessening.

“I love you.” You mumbled and Isaac’s frown instantaneously vanished as he grinned at you; he pressed his lips to yours once again before pulling away just seconds later.

“And I love you, always.”


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Gaming Buddies ¦ Jungkook x Reader (Part 3)

* (Y/F/D) - Your favourite drink

Online gaming is all fun and games until your group of online friends ask you; hey, should we meet up?

parings; jungkook x reader, namjin, yoonmin, taeseok

fandom; bts

genre; humor

Part 2 ¦ Part 3

“Hey, should we meet up?” Taehyung asks, sounding quite nervous but excited at the same time.

“Ehhh” You, again, stutter. You start to think about all the things that could go wrong if you guys met up. This causes your mind to cloud up with these thoughts, forcing you to go silent.

“Tae, I thought we were gonna ease it in” Jimin states, sounding quite surprised whilst his Hanzo character model abruptly staying still. This made it seem that we was looking at Taehyung with an angry expression from across the room.

“Well, you guys were taking too long” Taehyung complains, whining down his microphone. However, it sounded quite distant as you assume he was looking at Jimin.

“Well, I…”

You try to gather your thoughts to try again.

“I have no idea what you guys look like, I don’t know where we live in comparison to each other-”

“You live in Seoul, right?”

“…” You pause, thinking about the fact that Taehyung only knew because of your phone number. You knew you shouldn’t of gave it to him.

“Yes” You end up answering making your retort short and simple.

“Well, so do we. Meaning we should meet up soon, right?” He tries to convince you, by making his voice sound cute and irresistible to deny.

“Come on, you don’t want to pressure (Y/N/N)” Hoseok tries to reason, sounding quite serious from his normal happy-joy-joy attitude.

“Sure, tomorrow at 1pm, should be fine” You say without thinking.

“I told you guys” Taehyung shrieks, his microphone could pick up him bouncing up and down in his chair. His chair has always been quite squeaky.

You sit there in shock from what you had just answered. You were always quite nervous meeting new people, even in this case of speaking to these people for 2 years, online. So you don’t understand why you had the nerve to agree to Taehyung’s idea.

With your shock, it made you lose focus on the game as you would miss shot after shot on enemies, or being out in the open making it easier for people to kill you. This was never good in competitive Overwatch matches.

“Guys, I’m gonna go off at the end of this round” You state, it was the first time you had spoken since saying yes to the ordeal.

You decided to have an early night as you knew you had to go through with tomorrow.

Your last competitive map was on the map Nepal. Nepal was always hard to hide when you were playing Widow as it held multiple opening for people to spot you.

However, you went with playing Widowmaker anyway.

Hoseok was playing Sombra (As you find out when first playing with him that Sombra was his main character).

Taehyung playing Reaper with his no mercy attitude.

Jimin as Hanzo, always going with the Japanese characters, the weeaboo of the group.

Yoongi was Ana, you always thought it was funny as her character liked to sleep people and Yoongi was always sleeping, unless he was talking to Jimin (You had always shipped them together).

And Jungkook was Roadhog, as we needed a tank type character.

It was then start of your losing streak began, as you were too busy thinking about the negatives with meeting up.

“Thank God, I can play Widowmaker again” The youngest of the group of boys practically screams.

“Namjoon said he’ll come on anyway” Jimin quietly mentions, inviting said player to the game.

DANCEMONSTA has accepted the call.

EDGELORD has left the call.

All is quiet when you leave.

“You know (Y/N/N) is nervous about tomorrow, right?” Yoongi states offhandedly.

“Wait what? Taehyung asked (Y/N)?” Namjoon questions in utter confusion, only just joining the call. In the background, there was a crash followed by: “What?”. As Jin makes his way towards Namjoon’s computer.

                                                  ✘✘✘

Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung were the only ones with access to your number.
So when you check your phone in the morning, your phone was blown up with messages from them each. You see;


Hoseok | 22:23 | are you okay?

Jimin | 22:30 | it’s alright to be nervous
Jimin | 22:31 | im rly nervous too

Taehyung | 23:10 | im sry for exposing where you live
Taehyung | 23:12 | i just want to see my best friend face to face
Taehyung | 23:43 | please do meet w/ us
Taehyung | 23:44 | all of us want to meet you, and we already love you
Taehyung | 11:45 | meet us in the Starbucks by *****

                                                  ✘✘✘

You thought meeting them would change their opinion of you whether that be because of your clothes or real life attitude. But you knew you had to do it as you did agree to it.

You grab the cutest clothes you could find as you only had 30 minutes to get changed, as you realize you didn’t set an alarm with the worry coursing through your body.

When you were ready, you were dressed in your new grey jumper, ripped black jeans and fluffy brown boots as it was quite cold in Korea, this time of year.

You end up grabbing your phone, and leaving towards the cafe. It was quite close to your apartment so you would often visit there.

You were also surprised you never bumped into them before as you would recognize their voices straight away after hearing it constantly for two years and leaving in the same area as them.

After your slow walk to the Starbucks, you check your phone to see that it was: 12:50.

Deciding to order your favourite drink before they come, you order it under the name of Edgelord.

However, just as you were about to make your way to a large table with (Y/F/D). That’s when most of it’s contents ends up on the guy standing right behind you.

“Are you fucking serious? This is a new shirt!” He exclaims, looking down at his shirt with a scowl.

Wait.
You knew that voice any where.

The guy, you knew, that had always made it seem like he hated you. But you always still played with him.

“Jungkook?”

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Saved - Sam Winchester

PART I

Summary ;; part II of damaged. you promised sam that you would fix this. you stick to your promises.

Warnings ;; serious angst

Words ;; 1.9k

Published ;; 5th april, ‘17

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Stay safe + ily🌛


If you weren’t filled with complete and utter fear and panic for what you were about to do, you would’ve snapped at the same ignorant nurse who did exactly the same as she did the last time you were escorted to Sam’s room at the end of the bland corridor.

You muttered your thanks to said nurse as she unlocked your boyfriend’s metal door with one of the many keys on her chain before slamming it open mercilessly. She rolled her eyes when she thought you weren’t looking, again, before making her way out the room with a huff. You would’ve made a snide remark about her attitude but when you entered the room, the realisation of what you were planning on doing made you go utterly silent.

Gulping away your nerves the best you could, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Hey, Sammy,” A smile graced your lips when he turned to face you, his eyes gleaming at the sound of your soft voice. This time, he didn’t seem so adamant that you were a hallucination as a grin lit up his face at the sight of you.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out softly, relief rushing through his veins as he glanced over at you, immediately feeling better than before when in the presence of you.

You sat down on the squeaky bed and a quiet sigh escaping past your parted lips. “How are you?”

He stood up from the desk chair that he was previously perched on and joined you on his temporary bed. His tired and irritated eyes blinking slowly as he nodded, “Oh, uh, good. Yeah, good.” He stumbled over his words and you smiled sadly over at him, knowing without words that he wasn’t good. He seemed even more worn out and distressed than the other day when you last visited.

You gently took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with yours as you let out a shaky breath of air. Sam looked at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concern for you, the person he loves more than anything. “What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

You let out a quiet cough at his question, your eyes tearing up at the thought of doing what you and Cas had talked about. “I-um, I-I found a way to fix this.” You looked up at him and gave him the best smile that you could muster but when your bottom lip quivered slightly, you had to look away, encasing your lip in between your teeth and wiping at your (y/e/c) eyes to try and conceal your emotions.

“Really?!” His green orbs lit up with hope and you let out a sad laugh, but a wholehearted grin appeared on your lips at seeing Sam happy for the first time in too long. Sniffling quietly, your smile dissipating gradually before you cleared throat to begin your explanation but, when your breath hitched and you had to look away once more, he knew something was very wrong.

“What is it? Isn’t this good?” He questioned, bringing his other hand up to brush away one of the tears that fell from your waterline and slowly made its way down your rosy cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, it is.” You agreed with a mumble, your voice low and insecure as you let out yet another sigh accompanied by a timid shrug of your shoulders. “I’m just scared,” The crack in your voice was obvious. “But, I’m going to do it because- because I love you. And I hate seeing you like this. The world needs you, Sam. Dean needs you. Cas needs you.”

“(Y/N), what do you mean? What have you done? What’s going on?” Sam hesitantly let go of your hand before wrapping his arms around your body. You rested your head on his chest as his hand ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you.

The familiar sound of Cas’ wings rang through your ears and you couldn’t stop the sob that wracked through your body when his low voice called out, “Are you ready, (Y/N)?”

Sam’s arms tightened around you considerably as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head, his protective side showing instantly. “What’s going on, Cas?”

“(Y/N) has decided that she wants me to shift your visions onto her. She’ll be the one getting hallucinations of Lucifer. The consequences of this, are very dangerous. Shifting so many visions that are already developed onto her, well, she might not make it. It might send her into a comatose state but we’re unsure whether or not that will happen. She wants to do this, Sam, she wants to do it for you.” Cas explained, his eyes full of remorse. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you were definite that you wanted to do this to save Sam and so, he decided to be supportive.

You rose your head off of his chest slowly but his strong arms kept you close to him, nevertheless. You saw his jaw clench, his dark strands of hair falling in his face as he shook his head adamantly, “(Y/N), no. No way.” His words were firm unwavering.

“I have to. I promised you that I would fix this and this is the only way.” It was true, you had spent days upon days doing research to try and help him, you had visited a bunch of people who you prayed could help - only for them to come up empty handed for your problem, you had even made an attempt to make a deal to save him but no demon would negotiate with you. In the end, you only had one option left. Transferring the visions onto someone else.

You easily decided that no one deserved what Sam was going through and so, you chose the victim of the vision transfusion to be yourself.

“Forget the promise!” He snapped at you rapidly, his voice emphatic and loud before he took in a deep breath, composing himself for the sake of you. “Look, I don’t care about the promise. It’s not happening.” He told you, much softer.

You paused for a while, your eyes boring into his before you came to the conclusion that if you continued to gaze into his puppy eyes, you would do as he says and throw away your plan. You shook your head, looking away from Sam and letting out a quick but tough and prevailing, “Cas, do it.” You jumped up from the bed, making your way to your friend with a determined look etched onto your features.

“Cas, no.” Sam followed suit and swiftly grabbed your hand in his before tugging you away from Cas and back to him. “(Y/N), please. I can’t lose you.” His words were quiet and he looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, heavyhearted.

“And I can’t lose you, Sam. That’s why I’m doing this.” You explained softly as you stepped closer to him when he processed your argumentative words, he knew you wouldn’t let up and so he let out a huff of air, clearly irked by your decision and the fact that he couldn’t change your mind.

“(Y/N)-”

“Cas!” You cut him off abruptly. You had made up your mind; there was no going back.

With one flick of Cas’ hand, Sam hit the wall on the opposite side of the room with a grunt, his eyes squeezed shut as he consistently struggled to escape out of Cas’ magical grip. You watched painfully, tears taking their trek down your cheeks as the angel stalked closer to Sam’s body, firmly placing his palm onto his forehead.

You stood numbly as your eyes followed the ribbon of black that ran through Cas’ veins as he gritted his teeth and clenched his free fist to temporarily conceal the nightmares within himself. Sam instantly started to look healthier and more aware of what’s going on around him, his sickly pale skin noticeably going back to its normal, glowing colour right before your eyes.

Cas let out a groan in pain, holding his head in his hands and that’s when you knew, you only had a few seconds left. Your legs carried you towards your boyfriend who continued to struggle against Cas’ magic up against the bleak wall; you gently took his face between your dainty hands, sniffling lightly as the unstoppable tears streamed down your face, the teardrops hitting the floor with a quiet ’tap’ as they reach and fall from your chin.

“I love you, Sam. Always,” You let out a whisper, looking up at his wide eyes that were filled with the unmistakable feelings of pure panic and fear through your wet lashes. You unhesitantly pressed your lips to his softly, your fingers running through his hair, for what you remind yourself to be, probably the last time ever, before pulling away gradually and taking a few painful steps away from him.

Cas’ shaky hand reaches up and does the same to you as he did Sam, his palm rested steadily on your forehead. You made an attempt to prepare yourself for the damaging pain but before you could let out a sigh shakily, the visions worm their way into your head and hit you, almost as if someone had actually hit you.

You stumbled back as an immense pain made its way into your head, you couldn’t conceal the gasping cry that escaped through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw, your eyes squeezed shut in pure agony. Tormented screams erupt in your head and quick, bright visions of hell flashed before your eyes.

But, before you could react to the horrors, your eyesight cleared up and reality smacked you in the face. The blinding lights seep in through your squinted eyes and you felt your knees bucking from underneath you. Your eyes catching a blurred glimpse of Lucifer standing in the doorway on your way down, his ankle was crossed over the other as his body leant against the wall, his arms folded and a taunting smirk written on his lips.

Sam managed to catch you in his arms before you hit the cold ground and pulls your limp body close to his chest once again. His breath coming out in ragged gasps and his voice frantic but sounds so far away as your head throbs profusely, “I’ll find a way to save you, (Y/N).” He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before flashing stars make their way into your eyesight. “I promise. I love you.”

“The things you humans do for love,” Lucifer sighs sarcastically, his body towering over yours with a sardonic smile plastered on his features. “Welcome to hell, (Y/N). We’re going to have so much fun.” His jeering laugh echoing through your head was the last thing you heard before the desolate darkness overtook you, dragging you down excruciatingly slowly.

And then, nothing.


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@horans-daughter