although your faces are just the worst

Always Love You

Peter Parker x reader

Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise

Warnings- language like usual, angst

A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!

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You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.

But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.

To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.

It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.


A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.

“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”

“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.

You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!

“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.

Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.

“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.

You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.

“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.

“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”

You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.

His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.

You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.

And the moment was gone.

“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”

And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.

During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.


Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”

“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.

“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”

“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.

You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.

Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.

It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.

You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.

You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?

“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.

She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.

He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.

It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.


Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.

You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.

When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.

The side door slid open.

“What the hell…?” you mumbled,  standing up straight.

As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.

You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.

The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.

He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.

You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.

“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”

“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”

You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.

“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.

“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.

There was yelling and a lot of  gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.

You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.

Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”

When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.

“What…what happened?” you breathed.

“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice,  it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?

You could hear him calling your name.

Peter.

Or, was it Spiderman.

You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.

Peter.

~

He felt sick.

He felt tired.

He felt like he had died.

But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.

He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.

He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.

He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.

But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.

He did this too you, and it was killing him.

The door opened,  and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.

Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.

“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“What? I thought you said-”

“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”

The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.

“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.

For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.

He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?

He took your limp hand in his.

He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.

Finally tell you he loved you.

But for now, this was as close as he could get.

He would just have to wait and hope.


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What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!

bts reaction to their S/O crying because of a bad migraine

Anonymous said :

hi, if you’re not too swamped, could i get the boys reaction to their s/o crying because they have a really bad migraine. (im real bad with pain so this is me a lot of the time.) have a fantastic day, lovely!


hi babe <3 ..thanks for requesting ,I hope you like it .  I hope you feel better till you forget you’re suffering from it ,I know how it’s bad cuz I suffer from a one too .><

JIN :

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Jin would feel a little bit terrified at first ,as soon as he heard you crying from the other room he would pout “why is she crying all of a sudden?” ..when he would go and see you holding you head and feeling the real pain he would panic ,how he would make you feel better? . So ,he would calm down after he realizes the situation ,just give you some analgesics and place your head on his lap , patting softly on your hair till you be better ,he would stay there for you till the end .

SUGA :

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

like ,he is the cold Suga ,but when it comes to you ,he changes 180 degrees ,and when you cry ,he is not Suga anymore ,he is the caring little Yoongi .He would pat at your back when you were crying ,then secretly message his mom “how can I stop migraine’s pain ?” ..whatever his mom said he would do it with no objection . Maybe cuddling with you or buying some medicine ,even going to the nearest medical center and ask for consultation if this happened again ,you would never know >< .

RAP MONSTER :

Originally posted by chimneytaels

although he is THAT genius ,he would panic the most . When he came home and saw your tears all over your face he would think if he did something wrong ,or just expected that someone is dead ,when you told him that you are having the worst headache ever ,he would try his best to find a solution ,maybe between all those books he had read ,but ..his brain didn’t help him because of how lost he is .So ,he would just sit on the sofa next to you ,and lean your head on his chest while trying to start a conversation so maybe you would forget about it .And when he finds that it didn’t work ,he would ask if you use anything to stop it ,and he would go straight ,running to the pharmacy and buy it .,and try all over again to make you forget .

J-HOPE :

Originally posted by meanyoongis

J-hope knew before that you had migraine ,but he didn’t know you are that weak to handle the pain ,he thought it’s something happens for a minute and you would be better ,but when he saw how painful it is and how you were that sensitive towards the sounds and everything ,he would tear up ,not because he is that pure ,because he doesn’t know how to make you feel better .”I really wanna make you feel better ,I really wanna make this pain stop” he would say ,sobbing ,then he would wipe your tears away and pull you into a warm long hug till you feel better . 

JIMIN :

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Jimin and you would be cuddling in front of the T.V when the headache started suddenly ,so you closed your eyes trying to calm down ,when all you were that mad of was the sound of the T.V ,one minute ,two ..and you finally spoke with a keep tone “JIMIN!!…TURN THIS SHIT OFF!!” ,he would look down as you seemed not okay ,so he understood fast and went quickly closing all the windows ,turning off the T.V and lighted down everything .. back to cuddle you with a soft blanket, loving arms and caring soul ,and with gentle whispers you slept on his chest as he was just staring at you ,figuring how he would stop this pain so you won’t feel horrible again .

V :

Originally posted by bwipsul

when he first saw you crying ,he would feel horrible ,like ..extremely horrible ,he would just caress your face ,tear up then ,look deep in your eyes and say “babe ! ..it’ll be ok ..I promise” then ..he would decide to be strong ,just to stay next to you and encourage you to contain yourself ..he would be the shoulder you would lean your head on till you be better ..till that ,he would surf the internet ..searching for some way to calm you down ,when he wouldn’t find anything he could do ..he would throw his phone away and started showering you with kisses all over your face ,”you know ? ..nothing can make you feel better but love ,come here and let me give a lot “.

JUNGKOOK :

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

When he heard you crying in the kitchen ,he just stood there ,didn’t move or make a reaction ,is it because he didn’t know why were you crying ? ,or because he didn’t know what to do ?.. whatever ,he would sit calmly next to you near the table of the kitchen ,look carefully in your eyes and ask “ did you hurt yourself ?..” you would continue crying while pointing at your head ,he would take one minute to understand what did you mean ,but he won’t know exactly the reason of your headache ,so he just pulled you closer and whispered in your ear as you were near his neck ..sobbing “ just tell me what to do ,I’ll try my best “ …you would say between your breathes “ it’s painful kookie ..it’s really painful ..” ..he would make the hug even tighter “ I know babe ..I know ..you’ll be better soon ..it’ll disappear ..I promise “ .

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Imagine being taken captive by Negan but Dwight falling in love with you as he takes care of you

(Sorry if it’s messy :( BUT YAY DWIGHT!! I tried my best! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

After surviving the longest night of your life, you had found yourself trapped in one of the cells in the Saviors’ compound.

Negan and his men had taken you as their prisoner after you had caused a commotion during the line up. Seeing your friend Abraham getting his head bashed had angered you so much, you couldn’t think of anything else but to jump up and punch Negan for it.

You had wanted to keep going but was forced to stop as his men had tackled you to the ground. By then you couldn’t have realize how much of a big mistake you had made acting so rash like that.

Within a few words being said, the next thing you know Negan had bashed your older brother’s, Glenn’s head as well. You knew in that moment, you had to avenge his death and make him pay for what he had done to all of you.

You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed. Tears and screams came out of you and even more as you tried to get out of everyone’s grasps once again, only to be knocked unconscious and taken captive

Negan had his plans for you, seeing how tough you are and had tasked one of his men to handle you from the start.

~~~~

After all the tears from seeing your dear brother go that way, suffering in such pain, you had shut yourself down completely from your surroundings.

You didn’t count the days since you had gotten to their camp, but every morning you woke up to the sound of a rather annoying song.

It was put on repeat until your “caretaker” would come over to fetch you your breakfast, if that’s what you could call him.

If you could remember well, his name was David and was a complete asshole to you. Requesting the strangest things from you, angering you and making you lose your mind.

If you happened to “disobey” him, you would get beaten and strangely enough, he had the audacity to muffle your mouth with his hand to keep you from screaming your pain out.

During the time you would be out of your cell, you were forced to work by the fences keeping the walkers off with the other prisoners there. Oddly enough, it was honestly your favorite part of the day, you were away from your nightmare and closer to your fantasy.

Killing walkers, imagining them as each of the Saviors, made so much fun for you to kill. Noticing how good you were at it, David had often wanted to “reward” you with his advances, making you puke at the thought and getting yourself in trouble.

Slowly, despite that you were still drained from all of it and would give up in the end but still, you weren’t ready to die. Your brother had left a widow, you needed to take care of and a future nephew or niece for you to raise alongside with your friends, you couldn’t give up in your life just yet.

~~~~

And luckily, that light of opportunity came to you when, one morning, something was changing. You opened your eyes to darkness, only to finally see the light and some boots as you laid on the ground.

You looked up to see the face you had grown to hate so much and boldly, you decided to spit at the man. This time, it really ticked him off and the next moment you knew, you received a slap to the cheek for it.

“Fucking bitch!”, he said wiping his cheek.

His blow was hard enough to knock you down and as you tried to get up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Let go of me!”, you screamed, trying to fight him off. He laughed and raised his arm up, until someone else appeared.

“Let go of her, David…I don’t remember Negan ever asking you to beat her…”

The man turned to look behind and looking at him as well, you both noticed it to be, Dwight, the guy that had taken your brother captive in the first place.

Looking at him, you wanted to hurt him even more than you did David, for all of it, thinking it was as much his fault as it was yours but David’s grasp kept you from doing anything.

He scoffed at him and told him to mind his business as he turned to look back at you, only to hear a gun being charged from behind his head.

“I said…Negan doesn’t want her to beaten…So let her go…I ain’t gonna repeat myself after this…”

You groaned at the feeling of your scalp being tightened for a moment, before being relieved from the stinging pain.

David, clearly mad, left reluctantly and promised to report to Negan, only for Dwight to shrug and press him on to even hurry and do so.

It worried you to hear his threats but relieved you from his hold. You slumped onto the floor, catching your breath and realized, Dwight was actually just bringing you your breakfast for the day.

He walked closer and crouched down to hand you the plate, asking you to sit up and eat.

Although, you would’ve eagerly jumped at him to strangle him to death, you just didn’t have the strength to sit up and that he noticed.

Not being an inconsiderate man, he approached to help you. With hatred in your eyes, you protested to him, and told him to let go.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, bastard! I can handle myself…”

He backed away slightly, out of fear, but stayed close enough to get you up. He eyed you from head to toe, and realized it was worst than he had imagined.

You were bruised all over, apart from your face, most likely because David liked it or something, he thought.

~~~~

He felt bad to see you that way and knowing that your brother had been killed that night, made him feel even worst. Guilt had washed him over since your arrival and hearing your screams down the hall at night and the ruckus from your rooms only accentuated that feeling.

He had come to realize his own personal mistakes he had done to your group and had reflected on Negan’s action for a while.

From the instant he had laid his eyes on you, he admitted to having a certain attraction to you. Whether it was your sweet tone he had heard, while spying on all of you, your fighting spirit or just your humor, it was comforting to see you.

~~~~

But in this state, he stared at you for a while in deep thought on how he should approach you.

Not knowing better, he shoved the plate in hand forward, making you notice that it was a rather drab meal and obviously meant for a captive like you. You wanted to throw it at him but before you could, he put his hand up.

“Wait…”

He spoke in a hush tone and looked around to check his surrounding. You listened to him and as he looked back at you, he took out a rather fresh looking sandwich instead.

“Don’t ever eat that, again…It’s dog food…and you’re not a dog…You don’t deserve that…”

You looked at him wearily, not entirely sure if you should put your trust in him already.

Carefully, you thought about it but your stomach grumble made you take it quickly and strangely made him smile.

You looked rather frail to him but the thought of what you had done the other night, came back to him and he couldn’t help but be impress by your fighting spirit as well.

He kept staring, making you self conscious and worried.

“The hell you looking at?!”, you said, with a glare and spitting out a little mouthful towards his way.

It startled him but he smiled for a moment, only to recollect himself, as he had gotten nervous. He stuttered and looked around to distract you from him.

“Nothing…Just eat…and careful not to spit at me…”

Without thinking, his words made you laugh as you realized what you had done earlier, truly throwing him off guard.

“What?! You never heard someone laugh at you before?!”

You didn’t seem to care anymore at this point and were just genuinely curious as to why he’d be so surprised from your laughter.

He shrugged and shook his head nervously, making you look at him strangely.

“Well yeah but…I don’t know…Not from someone who was just beaten a few minutes ago…”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Please…It’s not the first time he’s done that…At some point I have to forget the pain and laugh too…”

He nodded along with you and let you eat for a moment, thinking about how he should tell Negan to let you in his charge instead.

He didn’t understand as to why, he hadn’t been so from the start but never really questioned it, letting it go.

~~~~

As he looked at you, he realized how dirty you were as well and got up to leave, telling you about how he was going to get some new clothes for you.

It was strange to you how “kind” this guy was and you couldn’t help but think it was part of Negan’s sick brainwashing methods again.

You backed away in your corner and told him what you thought of it, bluntly.

“Oh, I know what you’re doing…Y-you’re trying to get me to say the words, aren’t you? Acting like this…”

His eyes grew dark and slowly he shook his head.

“What’s the point of doing that…You’re not going to be better…”

He turned away to go get your new clothes, leaving you to think about your words and him.

~~~~

From his tone and expression, you felt like you understood a part of him. Clearly, he wasn’t alright with all of this and something in him, made you think he was on the same page as you, he wanted out of this place.

With that thought in mind, you slowly let yourself be open to him at a certain extent, apologizing for earlier as he came back.

He accepted it with a nod and had to reluctantly walk you to your work. Gripping you by your shirt, he lead you out and whispered to you, “Listen closely…David is most likely going to come up to you after and try to take you…but i’m going to stay nearby…make sure that doesn’t happen…If anything does…You run straight to me…Go it?”

You felt comforted by his words and nodded at him as you stepped outside to the fence.

Without keeping his eyes off of you, Dwight stayed nearby to make sure things would go right.

Just as he predicted, David had cause some commotion to see you and for once, you ran to a man for protection.

Things hadn’t gone smooth at all at first, up until Negan had appeared and the problem had been addressed.

~~~~

You and Dwight had successfully convinced him and your new “caretaker” was in charge of you until you said the words, Negan desperately wants to hear.

Carefully, enough, Dwight had made sure to seem and appear rough and tough with you while outside your cell, wanting to make the others think he was truly brainwashing you.

However, his demeanor would change the instant you were both alone and oddly enough, you didn’t mind him as much as you did. That was until you thought about your friends but you tried to keep that out of the way, since he would bring you clean and fresh clothes everyday, as well as your breakfast, only to change for a fresh sandwich he had hidden in his jacket, as others left him alone with you.

Each passing day, became tolerable to you and for him, you were the only thing keeping him from loosing his mind over everything he had witnessed.

To your surprised and his, he had managed to open you up to him and had done the same to make you trust him even more, not to mention he protected you from people trying to harm you.

He even protected you from the worst, making you fall for him, the reminder of your brother’s death.

~~~~~

Upon walking the halls, to give you your supper, he heard a rather unfamiliar yet familiar sound coming your way.

You were crying, sobbing, he could tell, he remembered it so much. His heart race in worried as to what might’ve happened and made him take faster step to understand what was happening.

He felt like the hall had grown longer and darker as he tried to desperately reach you in time to alleviate your pain. He dropped whatever he had in hand and finally stood by your door, opening it wide.

“Y/N?! Who the hell was hurting you?!” He didn’t knew what took him but that was the first thing he had in mind to hear you cry this much.

All curled up in your corner, you shook your head and he couldn’t resist to approach you. Without hesitating, he wrapped his arms around you, making you do the same to him.

It was the first time you both had ever been so close and comfortable, that he couldn’t help but stroke your hair, in hopes to help you even more.

You shook your head and tried to calm yourself but nothing came out apart the sound of your ragged breathing.

It was an inexplicable feeling to see what you had witnessed and been under that no words came out.

It worried him even more, making him check around you to see if you had any bruises. None, it relieved him to know that you hadn’t been hurt that way.

He looked around again and that’s when he knew what made you cry this much. It was cruel, maybe even more than a beating.

It was the polaroid of your brother’s dead body. Worst of it all, it had the words “Your fault” on it, clearly reminding you of that unfaithful night.

It angered him to see it and even more to know how much it pained you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this kind of emotional torture, the idea of being unable to protect you from any of it and the idea of you not being fine.

Quickly, he cupped your face, making you look only at him and shook his head and looking into your eyes, he said, “No…No…No, Y/N it wasn’t your fault…It wasn’t, alright…Tell me…Tell me the sick freak that made you look at this!”

Tears kept rolling down your cheeks and breathing heavily, you took a few seconds before being able to answer properly.

“I-It…It…Was Negan! He…He came over with the others…Th-threw the picture, saying how i should redeem myself for what I had done…”

You felt like a child, saying his name so loud and crying that way. Still you hugged him again to feel better and just let it all out.

You hated yourself for all of it and you couldn’t think of anything else. Hearing you say it so loudly, truly boiled Dwight’s blood and he had enough of it.

At this point, it was clear to him. You were the choice he was going to choose.

Lifting your chin up, he whispered to you, “Y/N…Listen to me…We’re getting out of here…”

You couldn’t believe your ears, and had let it out, “R-really?”.

He nodded and wiping your tears, he inched closer. “I’ll get you home…To your family…and hopefully…They’ll agree with me…”

You didn’t understand his meaning, until he pressed on.

“That Negan needs to die…”

Thoughts about how he had lost his wife and everyone dear to him, came to your mind and truly you understood he felt just as you.

As you nodded at him, he hugged you again and kissed your hair, whispering to you about how he loves you.

Your heart skipped a beat to hear him, and as you raised your gaze to look at him, you were surprised to feel his lips and scar on yours.

He backed away quickly, just as out of breath as you and whispered to you about his plan to leave this dreaded place forever and how you’ll get ready for the upcoming war.

Rude

masterlist || coming soon || tell me something?

Requested: Can you do an imagine where the girl has terrible social anxiety and everyone makes fun of her (like fans, classmates, etc.) and she just has a full blown panic attack and Shawn comforts her?

~TRIGGER WARNING~ (anxiety, panic attacks)

Your name: submit What is this?

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Why does y/n just ignore fans sometimes? She’s so rude.
Shawn’s always talking for y/n? Why doesn’t she just speak for herself?
He’s too good for her.
Has anyone actually heard y/n speak? She stutters, it’s disgusting.
She doesn’t deserve him.

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Teamiplier helping you after a rough day

Summary: Reader is stressed out and emotional teamiplier help their friend (fluff)

Originally posted by lightninglime

Originally posted by martziplier98

 You were just feeling plain awful. Maybe it had something to do with the amount of stress you were under, as you had a lot of important assignments to complete. You were an editor for Mark plus you had projects of your own. The bottom line is you were stressed it didn’t help that your mental state wasn’t the best at the moment you had been feeling completely emotionally drained and tired. Now Ethan was the first to notice something was wrong as your usual happy and energetic self, was replaced with a quiet and tired person. He worried but kept it to himself thinking that you were tired and just needed some rest. But after seeing how it continued to go on for a week he decided to express his worries to his friends. “Hey, guys have you noticed how tired (Y/N) looks?” He spoke after you had left the office to get some rest. “I’m sure they’re fine they’re probably just tired.” Spoke Mark.“Yeah, buts it’s been going on for a week”. “She would tell us if something was wrong” Tyler spoke. “I’m worried guys” Ethan persisted. “You know that you’ve mentioned it (Y/N) has been working a lot and you know how bad their mental state gets in stressful situations” Amy jumped in “ how about we all go visit them maybe lift their spirits” announced Kathryn. A chorus of agreements was spoken and the team quickly closed down the office and headed over to your apartment. you were in your apartment and let’s just say you were in bad shape the weight of everything was hitting you hard. You quietly cried as you sat in your bedroom. No matter how good things were going you were sad. It wasn’t to say you weren’t happy where you were. You loved your work and friends but the awful feeling wouldn’t go away. You were increasingly overworked and at your wits end. You did not hear when your friends pulled into the driveway or opened your apartment with the key you gave them or the loud steps made and or voices you were off in your own world. Mark was the first one at your door he heard your quiet sobs and hushed everyone, their faces went from worried to increasingly worried. You were always happy always, you were the positive one in the group that brighten up their day, hearing your sobs broke them. Mark raised his finger to his lips as a symbol to not speak he raised his hand to the door and quietly knocked. You stopped your breathing thinking immediately the worst you quietly raised your head from your bed. “Hey (Y/N) uh it’s Mark and everyone we just came to visit, you okay?” You panicked slightly you didn’t like people seeing you cry and it was obvious they heard you. You sighed and went to open the door admitting defeat and trying to wipe your tears and nose to at least look not that bad. Although your face was red and hair disheveled you opened the door and cracked a small smile all that you could muster. Although to them it looked like a thin line. Their eyes softened as they saw your state. Mark quickly went to hug you and your entire facade crumpled, you sobbed into his chest as the others just watched. All of your pent up emotions were being let out. Mark soothingly rubbed your back. “It’s okay” he whispered. This went on for a bit you had received hugs from everyone as you cried. It did help having someone to hold you, no words were spoken unless they were words of reassurance.  After the event you were sent to bed to rest while everyone stayed and made themselves comfortable on your couch they weren’t about to leave their friend alone at this weak point in their life. Amy and Ethan made some tea to help you rehydrate and Mark went to get Chica and some of your favorite food and ice cream.  While Kathryn and Tyler were setting up one of your favorite movies downstairs. Amy knocked on your door and then entered carrying a cup of tea she softly shook you awake you cracked your eyes open and gave her a weak smile. She smiled at you offering the tea. You took it and sipped at it. You two sat in silence at this point you had calm down and the feeling was at bay. Amy told you about everything happening downstairs you cracked a smile a genuine one, you and Amy went and joined the rest of the group. Everyone was happy to see you feeling better, you all relaxed and watched movies. You cracked jokes and played with Chica. You really had amazing friends who are there for you. 

You had one job

Group: BTS

Member: Suga / Min Yoongi

Word count: 801

I feel like it is really bad but I wanted to put it up anyway!

Gif is not mine

Originally posted by notjustaphase

You had gone home early from work today, your head hurt and it seemed as if the world was spinning slightly. This morning was even worse, your boyfriend had begged you to stay home today but you are stubborn and went to work anyway. It was your boss who had sent you home.

Once home you pressed the door closed with you back and dropped your bag on the floor. Taking off your shoes and not bothering to put them away, you waddled to the living room to look for your boyfriend who was currently on a little break from his job. When he was nowhere to be seen you decided that he would eventually find you.

The couch looked too comfortable for you to go all the way up the stairs and go to bed. You laid down carefully so you wouldn’t hid your head too hard on the pillows. Pulling the blanket of the back of the couch you bundled yourself up and fell asleep within the minute.

Yoongi walked in the apartment only to find your shoes and bag dropped on the floor. He placed your shoes in the shoe rack and picked up your bag. He first walked in the kitchen, there he placed your bag on a stool and went on to the bedroom. While passing the living room he was surprised he saw you curled up on the couch.

You always picked your bed over anything else that you could sleep on, so when he saw you laying there and the fact that you were home before him, he knew it was bad. He walked to the front of the couch and kneeled beside your head.

Wiping the hairs out of your face lightly he placed a loving kiss on your forehead. Your eyes flickered open “Hello sleepyhead.” You groaned and buried your face deeper in the pillow. “I did tell you to stay home today.” He voice sounded mockingly from where he was still next to your face. You only nodded your head yes as an answer acknowledging the fact that he had said it. “Has it gotten any worse?” He put his hand up to your forehead which didn’t feel absurdly hot.

“No, it has actually gotten better.” You mumbled and turned to look at your boyfriends handsome face. “What is it?” he asked you when he saw a little smile make its way onto your face. “Nothing, you’re just handsome.” He busted out a surprised laugh. You usually weren’t the one to say stuff like that and defiantly not so blunt.

“Why don’t go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up with some soup later?” he asked you, although it didn’t really sound like a question but more like an order. You nodded your head and closed your eyes again, your headache was really getting the worst of you.

After an hour of sleeping you were woken up by the pans and plates falling on the ground followed by a string of curse words. Which didn’t  bother you too much, it was more the plates that had you worried. What is glass got in his leg or what if he steps on it? You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. 

There, to your surprise, was your boyfriend, his legs all covered in red tomato soup and some broken pieced of a soup bowl on the other end of the kitchen. He looked over at you and smiled awkwardly. “Was that the soup, babe?” you questioned while trying to hold in your laughter. “It was yeah.”

He walked over to you and stood right in front of you, his hands on your hips. You placed yours around his neck. “You had one job, Min Yoongi” you giggled. He smiled back at you and placed his head against yours. “I know, but so did you.” He picked you up and started walking. You squealed and then finally relaxed as you got used to the idea of him carrying you. “Where are you taking me? You’ll get red stains on our floor.”

“I’m getting you to bed so you can rest some more and feel better tomorrow. That is your job from this moment on.” You gave his cheek a peck and placed your head on his shoulder. When he placed you in your shared room he walked over to your closet and picked out some pyjamas. You changed and found a comfortable spot on the bed.

When Yoongi had given you a kiss he went to leave and clean up to kitchen. Before he could move to far away you grabbed his hand. ‘I love you, Min Ýoongi.” He smiled at you and squeezed your hand. “I love you too. Don’t forget about your job of the day.” 

Never Again-Spiderman Imagine.

Request: Can you please write me a peter imagine with 41 & 8? I want it to be sad but also happy at the end. Like the reader doesn’t know he’s spiderman then at the end they get back together? But whatever is fine, you’re the writer 😸 Thanks!

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long with requests, but I’m really excited about this one!

41-“I’m doing this for your own good. I can’t risk hurting you again.”

 8-“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing. You knew you were breaking my heart.”

 Warnings: Angst, depression, tears.

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 4 weeks. That’s how long it’s been since you’d last seen Peter. You called, texted and even went over to his apartment to check on him. When May answered she had a pitiful look on her face, saying Peter wasn’t home although you could see through her lie. It hurt, knowing Peter was deliberately trying to avoid you. He wouldn’t even talk to you at school, he’d just throw his head down and walk away whenever he saw you. The worst part was, you didn’t even know why. Maybe he finally realized that he was too good for you. That you are nobody compared to the billions of other girls on this planet. 

 Your eyes sting from lack of sleep and you can feel yourself getting weaker. You spent most of your time locked up in your room doing nothing but sit there staring at the wall, or the ceiling, or the lamp. It didn’t matter. You just felt numb. You’re mom was concerned and even tried to convince you to move on, “Not all relationships last sweetie.” she had said to me, “You’re going to push through.” she had encouraged, although her tone held doubt. He didn’t even break up with you. And that’s what you hated. You were still dating him, and he didn’t even have the courage to properly get rid of you. You curl up in a ball on your bed, doing your best to ignore that little voice in your head that seemed to hate you so much. You stared at your window, reminded of the constant memories of Peter showing up on your fire escape. You never knew how he got up 20 stories of stairs, but he shrugged it off as his “amazing ability to do athletic stuff.” you laughed slightly at his dorkiness, which turned into a slight sob. You hid your head into your pillow as the tears came down, and you let yourself fade.into unconsciousness as the cries echo through your room. ——————————————————————– 

 You wake up to the sound of tapping on your window. You dismiss it as your imagination or maybe a bird as you try to let yourself drift back into slumber, but the tapping (more like knocking) won’t suffice. You freeze, trying to tell yourself it’s just a bird or a pebble falling from an upper floor, but you knew the truth.

Peter always did the same pattern. The same three knocks. You held back a tear from falling down your face as you tried to convince yourself you were making it up, just hearing it so you could see him in some way. But the knocking continued.

Slowly and hesitantly, you pulled your comforter off of your frail frame. It was instinct, walking to the window like you had countless nights before, ignoring the coldness of the floor causing you to shiver. 

It was only now you noticed it was night, you had slept for a long time. 

As you make it to the foggy window, you can make out your boyfriend’s frame, crouching down as he knocks on your window. You pause at the glass, staring out and making out his saddened face. he doesn’t deserve to be sad. i should be the one who’s sad. 

Without thinking, you unlatch the window, letting yourself come face to face with your brown eyed boyfriend for the first time in weeks. The two of you hadn’t been this close in proximity for a while, and it almost made you gasp. Peter said nothing. You said nothing. Silence took over as the two of you stared deep into each other’s eyes. 

You wanted to hug him, kiss him, hold him and forgive him, but you knew what he was really here for. This is it, he’s going to break up with you.

After what felt like hours, Peter finally cleared his throat, his Adams apple bobbing nervously, “C-can I come in…please?” he asked, his sweet voice invading your ears. Before you knew it, you were moving out of the way, your (E/C) eyes trained on the floor as you forced yourself not to look at him.

Seeing him here, back in your room like the countless nights you would binge watch cheesy rom-coms hurt like hell, and you didn’t want to look back up into his doe eyes and break down in front of him. He didn’t deserve your tears.

As Peter stood in front of you, his eyes trained on the far wall, refusing to face you, he spoke, “I think we should break up,” he said, his voice hoarse and breaking at the end, almost like it hurt him as much as it hurt you. You were expecting the words, but you didn’t expect it to physically pang your chest. You felt heavy, like the world was pushing your shoulders down. You wanted more than anything to sob, to fall down and scream, but you couldn’t move. 

“I-I’ve been thinking it for a while,” Peter continued, his words getting more and more stern as he went on, “I couldn’t face you for a while but Michelle convinced me to tell you, it’s only fair.” he spoke, his words cold as ice. Each thing he said was like a knife to your chest. Were you angry? Sad? Relieved? Hurt? You didn’t know, you didn’t know what you felt, just…empty. 

“Why?” You managed to squeak, your voice hardly audible, although Peter heard you. He tensed, almost like he was hoping you wouldn’t ask that question. “B-because–” he struggled, taking a deep breath. Why is this hard for him? I’m the one whose heart is being ripped out of there chest. “Because I don’t love you anymore,” he said confidently, finally turning to face you. 

You looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes were hollow, empty, his face showing no sign of remorse or regret. He meant what he said, at least that’s what you told yourself.

As you said nothing, Peter made a move towards the window, but as he got closer, you blocked his path. He gave you a confused look, then averted his gaze, “No,” You barely managed to mumble. He didn’t move, almost like he was expecting this, “(Y/N)…” he began, “No Peter, tell me the real reason.” You said, looking up at him, “What did I do?” You asked painfully, a lump forming in your throat. He looked at you with shock, “Nothing!” He answered immedietly, catching you off guard, “Then why?” You asked, a tear falling down your cheek.

“I-I have to go,” He mumbled, attempting to move around you, but you blocked him once more, “No Peter, I’m not letting you leave until I understand!” You practically yelled, all of your pent up emotion finally pouring out of you. “I-I can’t (Y/N),” he said, a tear falling down his cheek. Why is he crying? you asked yourself.

As an instinct, you wiped the tear from his face as he automatically leaned into your touch, his eyes closing momentarily as he tried to savor the moment. “You can’t keep lying to me Peter,” You mumbled, tearing your hand away, “I deserve to know the truth!” You exclaimed as he turned away. He threw his hands into his curly hair, gripping his head angrily and grumbling to himself as he paced. 

Before you knew it, he kicked the lamp off of your nightstand in anger, making you jump in shock, “Can’t you see I’m doing this for your own good. I can’t risk hurting you!” He said, turning to face you and immedietly going silent, as if he let something slip.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, studying Peter as a silent message to continue. He sighed, “I-I can’t hurt you (Y/N)..I care about you too much.” he mumbled as he sat on your bed, his head in between his hands.

You sat next to him, keeping a distance as you still were uncomfortable and hurt by this beautiful boy, “You’re hurting me now Peter,” You laughed bitterly, “Can you not see that?” You asked in disbelief as he looked up at you momentarily, before training his eyes on the floor and thinking about your words. “I-I never meant to hurt you–” He began before you scoffed, “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing.” you say, looking down at Peter, “You knew you were breaking my heart.” He looks up at you, his chocolate eyes filled with regret and hurt, making you want to hold him close until you saw that beautiful smile once again, but you held your ground. 

“I would rather you be safe without me, than in danger with me,” he spoke softly, convincing himself more than you. Once again, you furrowed your brows, “How could you put me in danger Peter? You’re the least dangerous person I know,” Peter laughed bitterly, “If only you knew–” 

“Knew what?”; you interrupted, gaining anger. He sighed, “Tell me Peter,” You demanded once again, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me,” You practically begged, another tear slipping from your (E/C) orbs despite your efforts. “You can’t help (Y/N)” he sighed.

You placed your dainty hand onto Peter’s. He glanced down at your touching limbs and intertwined your fingers together, a motion that was all too familiar. “Tell me,” you asked softly.

He shook his head, “I-I can’t,” he struggled as you sighed, “Why not Peter?  Just tell me!” You demanded, “You don’t understand,” he said, getting angry, “Then make me understand!” You exclaimed, “I’m Spiderman okay?!” He yelled, as you both froze.

You stared at Peter as he caught his breath, looking at the ground, “I-I’m Spiderman…and I can’t risk  hurting you.” he says, making you finally breath, only then realizing that your breath had been held. 

“I-if anything happened to you I–” he choked out before you shushed him, getting up from the bed and wrapping your arms around the damaged boy. He responded immedietly, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller frame and pulling you impossibly close. “I’m not going anywhere Peter,” You whispered as you patted soothing circles on his back. You felt him sob slightly as he whispered, “I love you.” You sighed in happiness, a smile making its way onto your face, “I love you too Peter,” you mumbled, burying your head into his chest.

He stroked your (H/L) (H/C) hair, humming contently. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded, “And don’t think I’m not still mad…cuz I am.” You told him, making him nod, “Yes, be mad, please do,” he encouraged, “I deserve it.” he smiled against you. You smiled as well, “Yeah you do you plant.” He laughed slightly, “Did you just call me a plant?” he asked in fake disbelief. You shrugged against him, “Maybe, got a problem with that.” he laughed slightly, “Not at all, I just missed you.” he hummed as you smiled, “I missed you too Parker.” 

The two of you stood there in silence, soaking up each other’s presence that you’d missed so much, not caring about anything else as the world disappeared, and it was just you and Peter.

“Oh, and Pete?” You asked as Peter hummed in acknowledgment, “You owe me a new lamp.” You say, laughing as Peter cringes. 

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A/N: I feel like I kind of made this more like Andrew Garfield Spiderman than Tom Holland Spiderman so…sorry if it feels that way haha. I hope you enjoyed it! Love you all! <3

Likewise (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Hey everyone, alright so I apologize I haven’t posted any stories in a while! I’ve been having major writers block and yes, I have had this one in my archive for a while but I didn’t really know what to do with it. Long story short, I finally finished it! Please enjoy!

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 1851

You were heading home, languishing in stress and overwhelment. Today had been extraordinarily rough for you. The unfortunate events that took place had precisely begun at 7:30 a.m. You awoke with your face flat on your desk, your nose buried in your textbook. With a paper stuck to your cheek due to your slumber drooling, you twisted around, expecting to see the time on your clock. Instead, you saw that no illuminating numbers appeared on it. Turns out, your alarm clock miraculously broke in the middle night, so you had no wake up call. You saw the time when you unplugged your phone from the charger, and your stomach dropped down 5 floors of your apartment building. You skipped your morning coffee and bolted out the front door, still trying to put on your left shoe, and praying to God up above that you wouldn’t miss the next subway train.

You lived off campus, which resulted in you taking the subway to and from Columbia college every single day. This little frenzy you had did nothing but dig a deeper grave for you. Of course, many other New Yorkers had to work so the station was flooded with people. You groaned in distress and meekly attempted to weave through busy passengers. You honestly thought you weren’t gonna make the train. You beat the odds though, which was your first saving grace of the day, and you were able to ride off to college.

Your alarm clock dilemma caused you to be late to your first class (as you had predicted), which was history, and saying your godforsaken teacher, Ms. Hanley, chewed you out was an understatement. You later found out she also had a pretty bad morning so she was on edge and your tardiness did anything but help this matter. Above all, she was already a lonely woman with no wedding band on her finger and her unruly hatred towards you was just the cherry on top.

After a life-scarring first period, you had a pop quiz in english and a huge test in your business management class, the one you had spent all night studying for (hence your desk being your bed last night). Not having your daily dose of caffeine led you to be more tired than usual so, you ended up falling asleep in your financing class, which made you miss all the important notes and having a ruler slapped on your table. To top it all off, you couldn’t even find your best friend, Lin, all day.

Lin was someone you had always considered being your “knight in shining armor”. Whenever you had days, such as this one, filled with havoc, he was always there to grant you peace of mind. Whether it be a shoulder massage or a blissful walk in the park, Lin-Manuel always figured out how to soothe you, no matter how inordinate your everyday-tasks were.

Lin was also someone you had labeled as a musical prodigy. He was majoring in theatre and he was damn good at it. He had recently allowed you to listen to one of his latest creations. Although it was still a work in progress, that was filled with drafts, they still flew above your expectations and completely astounded you.

But Lin wasn’t here, so you had to take care of yourself.  

Once your stressful school day had finally come to a close, you needed to go to the library and finish a project for political science, but not before you got a black coffee from the cafeteria. For the rest of the day, you absorbed yourself in your laptop, educational books, and stuffed your brain with information. By the time you had checked the time, it was already 2 in the morning. You muttered a quiet “Shit” and put back the books from where you had found them and headed back to the subway.

In your haze of a rush, you didn’t notice someone calling your name among the eerie silence. You boarded the car and to your surprise, another person entered. Although, you weren’t that shocked. After all, New York is the city that never sleeps.

“Lin!” You exclaimed, your voice a little hoarse. You saw the man whom you’d spent most of your life with. He smiled at you, chocolate eyes shining and all. Even all the oddest hours, he was still lively.

“Tristyn, I’ve been looking for you. Where have you been?” You laughed dishearteningly and ran your hands over your face.

“Just had the worst day of my life.” He gave you a look of pity and a moment of silence was shared between the two of you. The faint music of the subway filled the subtle void. You took this as an opportunity to admire Lin. You had always found him attractive and you knew you had bubbling feelings for him, but for the sake of your guys’ friendship, you forced them down. Although it was a silent crush, you always stared at him, studying his every single feature. From disheveled hair to chapped lips and his constant coffee-stained breath. You loved everything about him. Lin whipped around and met your eyes, much to your dismay and embarrassment, and struck you a small toothy grin. Your cheeks lightly burned and you looked down at the dusty floor of the subway.

You both intently listened to it and as the song ended, a new melody came about. Lin recognized it instantly.

“Ah, Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon, a classic.” The brunette scanned your slumping form, realizing you had no reaction to his words. He cracked a grin, an idea popping in his head.

“An empty subway car, only the most perfect place to sing.” Your head jumped up at his statement and you saw him swagger over to one of the poles.

“Fly me to the moon,” He began to sing, “Let me play among the stars.” You always loved Lin’s voice, yet another trait of him you grew fond of. You found it very soothing. He had a talent and you always told him that. Early on in your friendship, you told him to harness his gifts and after months of pestering, he did. Lin started his theatre ambitions due to you.

He steadied his grip on the long piece of metal, tipping his weight to the side. As his body slung to the side, he sang out the next lyric.

“Let me see what spring is like,” Lin held an imaginary microphone to his lips, “On a - Jupiter and Mars.” He then slickly gravitated his body around the pole, allowing him to spin around it. You laughed a little at his childish antics. You could tell your dull spirits rising and it seemed so did the jazz-junkie.

“In other words,” He stalked back over to you, “Hold my hand.” He then took your hand as he bent down, balancing on one knee. You rolled your eyes, attempting to suppress a chuckle. “In other words,” All of a sudden, he popped up and was eye level to you, “Baby, kiss me.” As he caroled out that line, he inched closer to your face, your noses touching. A very prominent blush crept onto your face.

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.” He pulled away from your, increasing the space in-between each other, to your disappointment. He sauntered off and gripped the pole again, first stretching his arm out, then pulling back in which caused him to pivot around it. Lin then ended up on the opposite side and dipped down, the whole time not breaking eye contact with you.

“You are all,” He walked back to you, lifting your chin softly with his pointer finger, ”I long for.” He then tapped the tip of your nose at the last syllable and you jerked back in surprise. Once more, Lin took your wrist, this time pulling you up with him. When you were away from the seats, he slammed into you, pressing his chest against yours. His left hand rested upon your waist as his other hand was intertwined with yours.

“All I worship and adore.”

He lead you into a dance, his feet bouncing left and right to the beat. Joining in on the fun, you followed suit.

“In other words,” You couldn’t help but laugh as he twirled you in a small circle, “Please be true.” Lin then brought you close once more, your bodies brushing together. He dramatically swayed your interlaced hands up and down, proceeding with the motion in an excessive and big manner.

“In other words,” Lin stopped singing for a moment, letting a phrase you didn’t catch pass by. You internally pouted, wondering why he didn’t say it. You brushed it off, perceiving it as him forgetting the words. Then a piano solo kicked in, managing to put Lin into a whole dance. You knew he was good at freestyle rapping but you didn’t know he could freestyle dance…or at least he tried too. The instrumental part of the song continued to play, you saw Lin pirouette around poles and can-can. At the more mellow part, he took you into another round of ballroom dancing. This time, you two danced around the whole subway, prancing to the rhythm. You both were laughing your heads off.

“I had no idea you knew this song.” You blurted out.

He smiled as he dropped you into a dip, “What can I say, I have a taste for music.” You nodded and he pulled you up, spinning you out then bringing you back in, causing his two arms to wrap around you. Your heartbeat picked up a little, flustered by how close he was. He moved your bodies back and forth while humming along to the melody.

The lyrics from before came back and Lin once again went into a routine, forcing you to sit back down on a nearby chair.

“In other words, please be true.” The Miranda boy held the last word, absolutely killing it. You clapped as you were awestruck by his amazing vocal range.

“In other words,” He came closer to you, “In other words.” All of a sudden, Lin twisted around and diligently plopped in the seat next to you, your knees touching.

“I love,” Three piano notes played and in each one, Lin did something different with his body. The first key, he slung his arm around your shoulders. The second, he crossed his legs and the third, he snapped his head towards you.

“—You.” And at that very moment, Lin, hesitantly, closed the distance between your faces. Unexpectedly, pressing his lips upon yours. You were surprised to say the least but you instantly returned the favor, melting into the kiss. It’s as if the world was anew and you finally found a sense of comfort in your day full of stress. He pulled away, one hand caressing your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He simply replied and you gently put your forehead up against his.

“Likewise, Lin-Manuel.”

Unwanted part 2

pairing:  I guess Ivar x Reader

fandom: Vikings

warnings: Coarse language, prisoner,

This is stupid, but I thought this would turn out better, oh well here is the second and last part of  Unwanted.


These bloody Saxons, you couldn’t trust them. One minute you were winning a drinking competition, the next you woke up with a rat as a roommate and a hangover Thor would be proud of.  You had to say the change of scenery was wasn’t exactly sunny Spain, but this dungeon was safer than home. After renouncing your loyalty to Earl Olaf, he finally had a reason to kill you. He had put a bounty on your head, just your head, he was not interested in the rest of you.  Ivar was still pissed at you, and you assumed since he had issued a bounty for your capture he had found his pants and his brothers. And now king whatever his name was wanted your head because you agreed to do mercenary work for him but took the money and ran. To be honest, you were quite chuffed.  Three bounties in two months. You had gone from a Village Klutz to the most wanted woman in Northumbria.

“Get up girl!” a squeaky pre-teen boy screamed.

“Um… I already am?”

“I don’t care, you can do it again!” He ordered pettily. You furrowed your brow, was this kid for real? “I am lord Oswald and you are my prisoner!” This lord looked more like a lad but you guessed that the fact that their people’s lords were getting younger rather than older was your people’s fault.

“On what charges have I been detained, lord?” You tried not to laugh.

“Um, general nuisance-ar-y… bad stuff, I heard you shoved a drinking horn up sir Harick’s arse in a bar fight, but that’s not point,” he turned around and fiddled with something. Seriously how old was this kid? 10? 11?

“My advisers said that I should hand you over to the person with the highest bounty, but turns out they all have the same price on your head.“ He explained seeming bored.  “So then, they said that I should have you executed and cut in three pieces and all that stuff… but I thought that was a bit harsh… you just shoved a drinking horn up that prickhead’s arse, you don’t deserve to be thirded… so I thought you might like to choose who you go to!”  Something about his tone was too sickly sweet to be genuine as presented you with three coloured little wooden tiles.  You examined the tiles and look back up at the boy.

“What if I don’t want to choose? What if I like it here?” You asked.

“You have to choose. I said so. I am in charge, look just pick a colour! Okay!”

“Fine, I’ll pick. Who is who? ”

“That’s the fun part it’s a surprise!” You looked at them, red, blue and yellow. You didn’t want to pick Ivar, that’s for sure. Looking back at the kid you tried to figure out who he had assigned to each colour. You figured he would assign either Ivar or Olaf to the red tile because he saw them as aggressive invaders spilling blood, or blue, for the sadness they brought to his people. That meant, following his logic that the yellow, happy coloured tile should be that Saxon king you pissed off.  You caught yourself, were you really psychoanalysing this 10 or 11 year old on colour association? Yes. Yes, you were.

“I choose yellow.”

“That’s great! Ivar is already on his way!”

“Wait what?! IVAR!? NOOOOO!!!!!”  You screamed, “Who in their right mind would associate yellow with Ivar?! You can’t hand me over to him! Please, I beg you third me! Third me!”

“Nah,” the sadistic little shit laughed at your misfortune, “This is more fun,” the boy lord shrugged and left her in the dingy cell to await her fate.


Hours later you were dragged out into the courtyard. This was the worst day of your life, period. You saw him, casually leaning over his chariot with that evil grin on his face. Fuck. Double fuck.

“Hello Mistake,” he greeted demeaningly. You just glared praying to Thor that he would strike him dead as you were shoved into a metal cage on the back of a waggon. “What no witty exchange? Sly remarks? Insults?” He mocked. You looked around at the small escort consisting of unfamiliar faces.

“Is this all? Do you think that these men can contain me?” You asked, although you knew very well it was more than enough. Oh well, fake it till you make it.  He just chuckled and chucked a bag of silver at one of the guards, and turned to the boy lord Oswald.

“40 pieces just as we agreed…”

“Only 40?! You know king what’s his face is offering at least 50. You’ve been duped!” You shouted at the little shit.

“Doesn’t matter, like I said before, this is more fun,” he grinned and walked off with his entourage.

“You better hope I die! Cause if I don’t I’m coming for you and I’ll shove a drinking horn up your arse and steak knife… No, a fork… in your eye!” You shouted at his back while the Vikings around you laughed.


“You’re a long way from Spain Mistake,” Ivar called out half an hour into the ride.

“Well I had some… financial difficulties,” you shrugged, “But I guess if you get your way I won’t have to worry about that anymore, so just get it over with.”

“Oh, no, no,” he tutted, “I’m going to make you suffer.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you groaned, “So what are you going to do? Leave me in the middle of nowhere, pants down, prick out and tied up, cause that’s not going to work for a few reasons…”

“You know what Mistake? I don’t know,” he mused.

“What?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet,” he tilted his head.

“Wow and I thought you were the man with the plan, do you have a general idea or no clue?”

“Oh no,” he smirked, “I have a general idea alright, I’ve been dreaming about what I would do to you when I finally found you.” Fuck. It sent a shiver up your spine. Why did that scare and excite you at the same time?


You stopped to make camp. Your legs were cramped from huddling on the cage all day you’d do almost anything just to stretch your legs. You lifted your head as heard footsteps approach.  You looked up as a massive man opened the cage and gestured for you to follow him.

“Ivar has requested your presence,” He stated in a bored tone.

“You know what this cage is quite cosy, I just stay here for… Ahh! Get your grubby hands off me!” The man grunted as he slung you over his shoulder. You screamed insults at him and pounded his back, but the bastard just laughed.

“Just a bit further up if you’d be so kind, I got this knot in my lower shoulder I just can’t get,” He chuckled.

“You’re a son of a toad! And you smell like one too!” You honestly had run out of insults by the time you reached a large tent.  Her brush the flap aside and literally threw you onto the floor in front of him.

“Nice of you to drop by,” Ivar remarked smugly from a chair as you picked yourself up from the floor.

“How long did it take you to come up with that one cripple?” You switched tactics. If you angered him enough perhaps he would kill you sooner. However once again your actions didn’t have the desired effect. He only grinned evilly and gave an amused chuckle. Fuck him and his stupid face. Or just Fuck him, your brain randomly whispered to you. “No,” you said to yourself louder than you had realised.

Ivar just raised an eyebrow, “Still a lonely girl I see, talking to yourself,” he taunted leaning forward getting a bit too close you making your breath quicken, “I could fix that you know,” he smirked and leant into your ear, “Make sure you’re not a lonely girl ever again,” he hissed and the shivers returned. You flinched back. What did that mean? You were confused. Was he flirting? You liked it when he spoke like that but it messed with your head, he hate you and you hated him.

“What game are you playing Ivar?”

“The one we didn’t finish because you rode off before things got interesting,” he grinned as he brought himself back from you. Oh. Ooohhh. Not good. Or very good. What? NO…Yes?This was always the point where you ran away. When the feelings got too hard to handle you shut down and ran. But now, there was nowhere to run. You clutched your head as the warring sides created a dull ache. He was doing this on purpose, you concluded. He was trying to mess with your emotions and your head.

“I would like to go back to my cage now,” you stated. He snorted. Yeah, that’s right bastard, I know what you’re doing…What are you doing? You frowned as he spread his arms out in a mock welcoming gesture.

“Welcome to your new cage or home, whatever you prefer,” he smirked, “Get comfortable because this is where you’ll be living for a long time.” It’s wouldn’t be hard to get comfortable, this was by far the nicest place you’d had to live in months however he was there. He made you nervous in more than one way, also, he was probably planning to gut you as she slept.

“You can’t do that!” You shouted angrily even though knew very well that he could, “I am a woman I need space and shit! I need to get a break from your stupid face…and …and…there’s only one bed,” you realised, “There’s only one bed! Nope. Not gonna happen you sick bastard I….I have standards.” You lied. His grin only seemed to widen. “What does this amuse you? What am I your court jester?”

“In a way yes, though you’re supposed to entertain me more than amuse me.” Your jaw dropped so low you had to pick it up from the floor. He shifted himself from the chair to the bed, “So are you going to entertain me or leave me again?” 

justcinder-deactivated20161111  asked:

Hey! I really love your blog - can you please do something for a Ravenclaw who has ADHD? Sorry if you've already done this!

  • constantly tapping your wand on things which has resulted in you setting fire to your desk on at least 3 occasions 
  • self inking quills are your best friend because you really can’t deal with having to dip your quill in ink every 3 seconds
  • also quick quotes quills are great for writing down what your professors have told you to do in case you forget or were focusing on something else
  • which is great although sometimes the instructions get a bit lost in translation
  • you start a petition to allow more muggle sports at hogwarts because although everyone loves quidditch it just doesn’t work for you. it doesn’t use up much of your energy, you’re not running around, and the game takes too damn long
  • your dorm mates still laugh when they remember the look of horror on your face when they told you the longest game ever was 3 months
  • potions is your worst nightmare because everything just takes so long and there’s like a million and one steps and snape always gets mad when you skip out steps you think can’t be that important
  • nb they’re always important
  • you nearly get killed by the moving staircases every other week because you have a tendency to charge ahead without checking the staircase is, y’know, attached to something
  • charms on the other hand is great because everything is so instant and all you have to remember is one word and you can actually focus on the whole task for once
  • if potions is your worst nightmare, the eagle knocker is your worst enemy 
  • you just can’t focus on any question for that length of time and everyone else always spends 10 minutes coming up with these really intellectual answers 
  • and you make sure you’re always going to the common room with someone else but it still makes you feel like shit
  • and then one day you forget your transfiguration homework and have to run back to get it after breakfast only to realise you’re on your own
  • so you start to freak out because no way are you going to be able to get in here on your own and what are you going to do
  • when you knock on the door the eagle asks you a question and it takes you by surprise ‘Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?’
  • because tbh you’d never really paid attention to the door’s ‘riddles’ and assumed it would be some smart arse wordplay not a philosophical question
  • and so you reply with the first thing that comes into your head ‘That depends whether you let me in or not’
  • and then the door swings open and you stand there in shock for a second before sprinting off, but not before yelling your thanks over your shoulder
  • you’re pretty sure you heard the eagle chuckle, but convince yourself it must have been the roaring fireplace instead
Not A Date (4/?)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an infamous player with a well-known reputation. Can he woo the wary girl who had her heartbroken too many times? Or will she woo him so he changes his ways?

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Alcohol, College AU

Words: 2k

A/N: This is part 4 to my College AU. Hope you all enjoy it! Send me requests/tag requests here!

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anonymous asked:

Idk if the original anon ask you to continue the falling in love part, but I'd like you to if its not too much trouble.

It’s absolutely no trouble babe don’t worry about it 💖

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Standing in the bathroom he could hear her crying , slowly pushing the door open and looking through the crack he saw her laying there blood falling from her pink lips, bruises scattering her body. Going back in and wetting some toilet paper. He walked into the room and sat next her, she stopped crying her body tensing, even though she refused to look up he knew her eyes were red. Sitting and watching the aftereffect of what he’s done and it made him feel. Bad. Reaching down to wipe some blood from her face she flinched, but he continued anyway wiping the blood off as gently as he could. He felt better when he saw her tensed body cease and relax a little. She was still lying naked on the bed, and although he liked the view he pulled the sheet over her body. Crawling in the bed he saw her eyes widen.

You knew his kindness wouldn’t last long, expecting the worst you started trembling holding in tears. When his arm wrapped around your waist you let out a small shriek, “Calm the fuck down, I’m tired and want to sleep you should too cause were leaving tomorrow.” Feeling a cool breeze ,he lifted the sheet up, blue eyes looking you up and down biting his lip, “Just a peek before bed for sweet dreams ya know”, pulling the sheet back up, he pulled you into his chest, resting his face in-between your neck. Unsure of what to do you laid there it wasn’t the worst thing, although you tried to resist your eyes started getting heavy every time you blinked they would stay closed longer. Before falling asleep you heard him mumble through your hair, “If you try leaving, Ill fucking kill you, goodnight”. You were wide awake now; swear you felt him kiss the back of your head. You stared at the wall through the dark wondering what was going to happen, not sure when you fell asleep but you remember his snores were lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Next morning you were woken up by having the sheet ripped off, he threw your dirty clothes at you, “Get dressed were leaving”. You slowly started getting dressed but you couldn’t find your underwear, looking up you saw pink sticking out of his back pocket, your underwear couldn’t help but blush a little deciding to go without.

In the car he actually let you sit in the front seat, sitting with your head resting against the window his reckless driving made it rattle against you head. You looked over at him, when you felt a hand slide onto your lower thigh, but his eyes were straight on the road, looking down he had long fingers and veins running along his hand, working hands. You were unsure of where the courage came from but you asked, “Where are we going”, looking over from the corner of his eye, “As far as we can get”. Not wanting to ask the next question but you needed to know, “Am I gonna get to go home again”. You could see his face turn sour and feel his fingers tighten, “No your mine now, so that means you go wherever I go and I’m never going back to that fucking place”. Knowing you shouldn’t have but you spoke up again, “I’m not yours”. Letting go of your thigh he grabbed your hair pulling it back exposing your purple ridden neck, “Look at those fucking marks I did that, I marked you and that makes you mine”, he let go turning back to the road. You decided to let the tears fall and it was silent for miles, “Look I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m in a really fucking stressful situation” reaching his hand over he blindly wiped a tear from running down your face, “Please don’t cry……are you hungry”, the question threw you off, and you realized how empty your tummy was, looking up you shook your head yes. “Well there’s a McDonald’s, Sonic, what do you want” you just sat there and he started getting frustrated, “Come on I’m trying to do something nice”. Taking a deep breath you finally answered “Is there a Burger King”, he looked over at you a slight grin, “Burger King huh, my kinda girl”

G dragon Scenario #19 “A little secret” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

(What I’m supposed to do now?)

The mixed feelings are killing you. You’re so confused like never in your life.

You’re the type of person who’s always sure about her decisions, of course it could take awhile but at the end you’ve always chosen the right thing… but now is completely different. Mainly because this decision could affect not only you but Ji yong too.

So thinking of all the possibilities, you decided not to say anything about your pregnancy. At least for awhile.


A few days later…

“Hey! Are you ok?” Ji yong he was knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yes! Just give me a second!” you try to sound normal, like nothing happened.

You quickly brushed your teeth and then you went through the door just to find him standing in front of the door waiting for you.

“We need to talk” he says. Holding your hand Ji yong drags you to the room.

(Shit!)

You sat on the edge of the bed next to him, holding hands.

“Is there something you wanna say?” his thumb is caressing your hand really softly.

“What do you mean?”

“I know what you were doing in the bathroom…” he brushed away his hair with his hand and then he sighed. “Ji…”

“Is not the first time I hear you…”

“Hear me?”

“… throwing up”

Both stayed quiet for a moment, and he’s still holding your hand. And then he breaks the silence…

“You can tell me anything… you know that, right?”

(How I tell you this?! How I tell you I might have ruined your career?)

“Trust in me… please” he says, grabbing your face.

“…” you didn’t say anything. “If you need help I can…”

“Help?!” you’re so confused.

“I’m worried about you” he kisses your cheek.

You stood up, taking him by surprise. “Do you think I’m bulimic?!”

“Babe… I love you. There’s no need to keep lying” he says, standing up.

“I can’t believe this!” you said laughing. “I’m not bulimic!!!”

He stares at you, he doesn’t believe you…

“I’m just sick, that’s it”

“Y/N…”

“I would never hurt myself, like that”

“Swear to me!”

“I swear”

After that day he can’t help it but keep an eye on you at all times. To be fair, Ji yong was the kind of boyfriend who’s very protective but lately he was being overprotective. He was with you as much as possible, making sure you were ok.

One day, you were back at your house and it was late at night. So the last thing that crossed your mind, was see him sitting on the couch, holding a paper.

Once Ji yong sees you walking into the living room, he keeps his eyes on you. And it wasn’t a “How was your day?” type of gaze. It was more like “Who the fuck you think you are?!” type of gaze.

“Ji… what’s the matter with you?” you said carefully as you were getting closer to the couch.

“What’s the matter with me?! What’s the matter with you?…” he looks at you angrily. 

Although he wasn’t even angry, he was disappointed and hurt.

“Just curious! When, exactly, were you planning to tell me that you’re pregnant?!”

“Ji…” you stayed still. You could feel yourself fading away.

This has to be the worst scenario ever. Hiding something so important, and the fact that he finds out, like this. You know that he’s gonna feel betrayed after what you did.

“At least have the guts to look me in the eyes and tell me, why?!“” he stood up, walking his way towards you.

“Why did you hide something like this from me?!” he’s talking directly in your face. He never had acted like this before… he must be really hurt.

“Tell me why!!!”

He grabbed your shoulders, shaking them roughly and you push him away from you, not too hard, just enough to release from his grab.

Ji yong looked at you, licking and biting his lips angrily. Both didn’t say anything, for a moment until he turns around, taking his jacket and quickly walking to the front door, he opens it ready to leave, and you said…

“I WAS AFRAID TO LOSE YOU!” you screamed, crying, and collapsing on the couch.

“I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t wanted to be the reason you quit your career…I made a mistake, a huge mistake but I did it because you mean everything to me I LOVE YOU!” you covered your face with your hands.

And then you heard it, the door closed and your heart broke for a moment.

But then you felt it…

Ji yong was still there, he didn’t leave you. He sits beside you, and he’s pulling your hands away from your face. He takes a deep breath and then he says “You shouldn’t have hide this from me…” he’s talking in a whisper now.


“I know… ” you just nodded “… and I’m sorry”

“You’re the love of my life… How could you think that this would mean something negative to me?”

“I love you” you said wiping your tears. “I love you too but I don’t like you right now” he says, and you totally understand why. What you just did was horrible.

He stares at the floor and then he says  “I’m gonna be a dad” a hint of a smile peeks on his face.

Manorian fanfic: The Beloved One [Part 1 of 2] 

This started as me wanting Chaol Westfall to face his fears about periods, and who better to help him than the beautiful and terrifying Manon Blackbeak. But then it just turned into something I did not see coming. And although I’m NOT sorry for what I did, you should prepare your hearts. (Side note: this takes place in the same universe/timeline as my Elorcan fanfic, so if you’ve read that, then you’ll understand some of the references.)

Summary: Chaol Westfall fears what he does not understand: periods, witches, and magic. But he loves his king and country, and he would do anything to protect both. While on a routine supply run, Chaol is forced to face his fears, his prejudices and worst of all, disappointing his king.  

Manon Blackbeak could give a shit what Westfall thinks of her relationship with Dorian. She just wants him to shut up and stay alive. When a supply run does not go as planned, Manon finds herself relying on the last person she ever thought she would as she and Dorian face one of the darkest moments of their lives.

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anonymous asked:

Akashi aomine Kagami kise Imayoshi Hanamiya takao teaching there gf how to make out and the gfs a bit nervous and embarrassed about it

AKASHI: He smiled calmly down at you and cupped your cheeks, tilting your face to look up. “Calm down, sweetheart. We’ll take it slow. I promise. Are you sure?” You took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and touched his lips softly to yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, everything you imagined it to be. Akashi kept his hands on your face, stroking lightly to calm your nerves down. Your eyelids fluttered open after the two of you parted. “Was that okay?” He asked. You nodded, feeling breathless. “Do you want to do it again?” You didn’t even hesitate.

AOMINE: “Don’t be so nervous, baby.” He smirked, tugging you over to straddle him. He stroked your back before burying his hand in your hair and tilting your head. “Just let me do all the work and you’ll follow my lead, yeah?” At first, he gently kissed you, however, as your lips began to move slowly against his, he couldn’t hold back his excitement any longer. He wrapped his arm tightly around you, pulling you even closer to him. His lips parted as your tongue entangled with his. “Damn, baby, whoever said you couldn’t kiss was a fucking liar.”

HANAMIYA: He poked your side, causing you to squirm as you hid your face in his shoulder. He chuckled, “Come on, ____-chan. I’ll teach you.” He lightly pushed you away to look at your eyes. “We’ll go slow.” Liar. The moment his lips met yours, his arms instantly circled your waist but not before his hands pulled your arms around his neck. He ground his hips against you and opened his mouth to push his tongue into yours. “M-Makoto,” you whimpered. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You smacked his arm, flustered, since he went beyond what you asked and left a hickey on your neck.

IMAYOSHI: “Teach you how to make out, huh?” He smiled down at you. You lightly hit him, “Don’t say it out loud like that.” “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he gently grinned and kissed you softly at first to test it out before pulling back to check on you. Then he went in for another kiss, harder and deeper this time. You were so carried away by his smooth and graceful movements that when you realized your situation, you were already under him as he felt you up. “Shouichi!” You snapped, shoving him off with a tomato-red face.

KAGAMI: Kagami stammered when he heard your request, “You want m-me to teach you how to make o-out?” You nodded shyly and sat down on his lap. He cleared his throat and nodded, slipping an arm around your waist. Ducking in for a kiss, he jerked back when your noses accidentally bumped. “S-Sorry, I’m not good at this either.” You shook your head and pressed your lips against his. Kagami felt his nervousness dissipate as he slowly got into the mood of the kiss. Easily, both your lips moved in sync and Kagami’s worries helped eased your own. “Was that okay?” He asked cutely in the end and you just grinned and nodded.

KISE: His eyes sparkled in anticipation when he heard you ask with an adorable, embarrassed face. “Of course, ____-chi!” He quickly pulled you towards him and kissed you before you could let your shyness overcome you. He took the lead and made sure that you were comfortable with whatever you were doing. Whispering, he asked if it was okay if he took it further and tugged on your shirt. Shyly, you nodded, and he felt his heart soar in excitement. It was going to be a good day.

TAKAO: Although you weren’t the worst kisser in the world, you still wanted to be a good enough kisser for your boyfriend. “Teach you?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you’re already good at making out.” At his blatantness, you grew even more antsy and blushed even a deeper shade of red. “Here, I’ll prove it.” Without any warning whatsoever, he dragged you onto his lap and began to kiss you. He tasted sweet and salty and God, he was such a good kisser. Your arms slipped around his neck to pull him even closer. Afterwards, he placed your hand on his pants. “See? Told ya you were good.” “BAKAO!” You shoved him away. no shame takao no shame

First Serve (Kihyun Fanfiction)

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Genre: Sports AU, romance, fluff, angst.

Summary: He was your biggest competition, the one you could never beat. You were not just another tennis competitor to him, you were the girl who he wanted to know more about. He wanted to uncover just what you were behind your tennis racket.

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7

The Clan (Minhyuk Fanfiction)/ Intermission (Wonho Fanfiction)/Follow Me (Changkyun Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

     You couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything this week. You were generally a focused and organised person, however, you were the definition of absentminded and forgetful after that afternoon at the park. No matter what you did in attempts to stop yourself, the image of Kihyun with his wet pink hair and shy smile after the kiss you had shared was permanently painted in your mind. You couldn’t help but think of how cute his eyes disappeared when he smiled brightly, or how right it felt when his large hands held your waist, or the feeling of his lips on yours spilling with undying love. You couldn’t get him out of your head.

     He tried to contact you by sending you messages and calling you multiple times everyday, but you ignored him. You’d come to terms with the fact that you’d developed feelings for him and you were prepared to shut them down as quickly as possibly. The only way to do that was to cut him off completely. In order to become a top athlete, you need to exterminate each and every emotion. So turning your heart into stone so nothing stops you from succeeding was the only option.

     Rummaging through your wardrobe, you searched for a tennis outfit to wear to practice. The window in your room was open, allowing the wind to blow in, carrying an angelic voice with it. It was immediately cut off by the sound of your neighbour calling out, “Be quiet! It’s too early in the morning!”

     You cocked your eyebrow, your curiosity getting the better of you as you walked out to your balcony in your pyjamas, finding a flustered, red faced Kihyun on your front lawn apologising profusely to your elderly neighbour. Freezing in shock, you became speechless; what was he doing here?

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Rude Love

Request:

hi can I request vernon smut? where you went to pledis for dance lessons and were huge fan of vernon and when you meet him he was very rude to you but then he kissed and …… 😅

A/N:

More Vernon! Sorry for long wait, but I’ve finally got around to writing your request and the length may have gotten out of hand. But here it is! Enjoy!

I would also like to mention that MYSTIK now has 4 Vernon scenarios. Although I do enjoy writing him, for the time being I will be prioritizing other members so i can spread the love more evenly! That being said, don’t be discouraged to request, just know that it might take longer that usual.- L.E.D

Genre: Smut-ish

Rude Love

Pledis, Pledis! It was unbelievable that you had actually been accepted to be a dance trainee at a well known company. Even more so that it was the same company as your number one bias, Vernon from Seventeen. You had spent all your free time dancing even before you could talk, and now it was finally paying off.

When your first day finally arrived their was a whole swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Walking in with the rest of the trainees, you took in every inch of the building. Murmurs of After School and Seventeen floated around the group as more and more joined the crowd gathering. “Vernon is my favourite. Have you seen him!” You joined in to gush about your bias. It was so surreal that you would now be in the same building as him, you might even see him! The lobby was already overwhelming, but as you all crammed into the elevator to head down to the dance studio, you were ecstatic. You might have just fainted if it didn’t take so much work to get to this point.

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The Dare

Pairing: Remus X Reader

Prompt: Remus attempts to play off his feelings for you by taking a dare from his friends. As he continues to act strangely, you can’t help but wonder what his true intentions are.

A/N: Cute, fun, and light. I’m trying to write even more this year, although like all other resolutions it might just break after a few weeks or so, ha… Enjoy either way! 

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Hold your hand for two full minutes. It should have been easy enough for him to accomplish. Two minutes was barely anything. He’s managed to listen to James and Sirius discuss their hair care routines for longer than that. Yet whenever he thought about it, his gut clenched up and he felt like screaming all his feelings out into a pillow.

“You’re lookin’ a bit sick, Remus. You sure you wanna do this?” Peter snapped his friend out of his funk.

“Huh?” Remus was dazed for a few moments before realizing where he was. The chatter of The Three Broomsticks began to filter back into his ears. James and Sirius were snickering to themselves across from him.

“You know, Remus, we’ll totally cover for you if you decide to go throw up in the bushes instead. I’m sure Y/N will understand.” Sirius joked. He nearly burst into tears, he was laughing so much.

“Hilarious, Sirius. I’m shocked you haven’t dropped out to do comedy at a bar yet,” Remus replied in a deadpan tone. He kept on fidgeting in his seat, knowing that you could walk in at any moment.

“Okay okay, calm down mate. I know what’ll help. Just act smooth, ya know? Confident.” James advised, finally calming down from his giggly high.

“Easy for you to say, James. If anyone here is suave it’s you.” Remus dismissed his comment.

“Really? James is suave? The man trips in front of his shoes ever time he sees Lily Evans in a five meter radius,” Sirius scoffed.

“Like you’re so romantic, Black. Weren’t you the one who got a potion dumped over your head when you tried flirting with that Slytherin in our third year?” James pointed out.

“Even if our friend Remus here is a complete blubbering mess-”

“Hey!”

“Y/N will probably still fall for him. If it wasn’t clear enough that they have already,” Sirius assured..

“W-wait what?” Remus sputtered.

He was about to ask how Sirius could possibly know all of this. Were his friends conspiring for this to happen all along? Did they hold the secrets of Y/N’s true feelings? Was this all just some elaborate prank?

Before the poor boy could even open his mouth again, a crisp jingle echoed through the ears of the four boys.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s here. We better be off!” James announced to the table.

“She’s not my-”

Remus was left alone at the table in an instant, sweaty and frankly a bit panicked. He wiped his palms on his pants and waited for you. He wasn’t kept waiting long, since it felt like only two seconds before you slid into the seat across from him.

“Hello Remus!” you greeted him with a grin. If Remus could remain forever speechless at your bright smile, he would.

“Hi!” He said a tad too loud.

“So..where is everyone else?” You inquire.

“E-everyone else?”

“Yeah. I thought James, Sirius, and Peter would be joining us today..” You continued.

“O-oh right! I don’t know what they’re up to, but James said the three of them wouldn’t be able to make it. S-sorry we didn’t tell you earlier,” Remus recalled. He couldn’t believe that he was already blowing this!

“Well that’s a shame,” you say not looking the least bit disappointed. “If anything, we can just take a stroll outside. The weather has greatly improved since last week.”

“Yes! Sounds fantastic,” he confirmed.

He trailed after you, still trying to comprehend how you two were walking through the streets alone after only a few sentences. You strolled along the snowy streets, hands barely brushing into one another. You didn’t know whether to be thankful or not of the cold winter air.

Sure, it was biting into your skin when the wind blew by, but it also gave you an excuse to stand even closer to Remus. You’ve been bottling up your feelings for a few months now and it was getting harder to talk to him with a straight face ever since then.

The worst part of the current moment was that neither of you were talking. You didn’t know that he was just as nervous as you were. You both hoped that the silence you were walking in was at least mutually comfortable. 

“S-so..” You croaked. You cleared your through before proceeding, cheeks heating up a bit at your blunder. “Are you ready for the OWLs?” 

You silently cursed yourself. School. Really? Was that the best conversation starter you could think of?

“I have actually, although I can’t say the same for James or Sirius. I mean, I know it is still half a year away but you can never be too prepared.” Remus replied smoothly to your question. It surprised you how easily he went with it.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you laugh. “I already started reviewing for Apparation. I know it is still a long time but I really want to pass my first time.”

“Merlin I can’t believe you feel the same way!” Remus’ eyes lit up in excitement. A look you would never tire of seeing on him. 

“Wait, really?” You nearly stopped in your tracks. Everyone always thought you were insane to be studying two whole years ahead of time.

“Everyone always thinks that they can pass it on their first try-”

“-but it’s been proven that it takes the average wizard two tries!” 

You burst into laughter at your synchronized thoughts. Conversation flowed much better from then on. You talked about school, sure, but also about your lives outside of that. Remus told you all about his supportive friends and you told him about your hometown and everything you loved about Hogwarts. 

Both your nerves ebbed away slowly until you were conversing like old friends. You didn’t even realize that it had been two whole hours until another gust of wind reminded you of how long you’ve been walking outside.

“Cold?” Remus was suddenly concerned. 

“Just a bit. I suppose I just lost track of the time.” You look around, only now realizing that you two were quite far from the village. All that surrounded you were snow-topped trees and the occasional animal sounds. 

“It looks a like we’ve got quite the walk ahead of us. Or more accurately, behind us,” Remus acknowledged.

“I don’t mind too much,” you stated. “It’s just going to be a bit cold, that’s all.”

“Well then, we don’t want you getting sick,” Remus wrapped his arm around you. A minute of shock passed as you both stood there, amazed at his bold move. 

“I didn’t realize this walk was just a ploy to ask me out, Remus. You could’ve just asked.” You tease.

“You were the one who suggested the walk! If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you were the one trying to charm me,” Remus objected. 

All the way back to the village you two went, not even realizing the time passing by. Back at Hogwarts, you kissed his cheek with the promise of going to Hogsmeade next time as a date.

Back in his dorm, Remus sighed happily. 

“About time, although you still didn’t hold her hand,” Sirius pointed out.

“What!” Remus exclaimed. “I got a date next week and everything!”

“Well, the punishment for not doing the dare was to ask her out anyway, so it’s a win win I suppose.” James chuckled.

Remus rolled his eyes, burying his face in a pillow to hide his giddy smile.