and his hair... i have no words to explain

the blue notebooks

time travel au

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 8.575
warnings: none
author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)

You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.

You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.

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His || Jungkook || 0.15

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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His Ring On My Necklace (Bucky X Reader)

Title: His Ring On My Necklace

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky has gotten a little too into the idea of (Y/N) wearing his things. Sleuthy possessive Bucky at his best. 


(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.

Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.

As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.

(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.

As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.

With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.

Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).

Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.

As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.

Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.

Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.

“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.

“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.

Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.

Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.

Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.

Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.

Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.

Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).

Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.

The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.

(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.

It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.

His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.

“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.

(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”

(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.

The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.

The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.

Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.

With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.

“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.

Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.

“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.

Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.

“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.

“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).

Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.

Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.

Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.

Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.

(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.

So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.

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dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time

@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D 

“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles, irritated and tired and protective.

Stiles is limp in Derek’s arms after being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed to account for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defend himself.

Derek had seen it happen, seen the big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s done what he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so far hasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in a normal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolled Stiles onto his back to check him over.

He’s got Stiles bridal style in his arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken care of. But Scott is hovering.

“We should take him to see Deaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailing behind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl of irritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.

“I’m taking him to my apartment. His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to need someone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A test which I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatiently explains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.

“I know, I know,” Scott is quick to answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other but apparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.

Once Stiles is laid comfortably, but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’s worried face.

“He’s going to be fine and if he’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stiles wakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing or something, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along with Melissa and John in the group text.

But the reassurance is enough for Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica and Boyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in the woods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sass their alpha at 3am.

Now he just has to get Stiles back to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.

Derek is pacing slowly in the apartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in and confirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep. Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles is waving off that should be addressed.

For now, he’s on concussion watch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’s time to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealing tonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to drag himself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he loses consciousness for the next few hours.

The pacing is to keep his mind focused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again. He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and he thinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised that he’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles is standing there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek can still hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’s completely alert.

Derek looks down at his pajama pants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Derek replies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is wavering on his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.

He settles his hands on Stiles’ warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.

“It’s worth repeating,” Stiles says and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press a quick dry kiss on his lips.

This thing between them is new, not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve kept just between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further than kissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait before things got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who put limits on things.

The pack doesn’t know. And Scott doesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’s why Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff really will be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would want someone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT license now only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s been doing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.

“How are you feeling,” Derek asks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.

“Like I got my head smashed into the ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” he says into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ back comfortingly.

“Of course,” Derek says gently and starts to walk them back into the bedroom.

“Don’t know if I’ve said this but, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,” Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement those words incited from leaking out.

“I-“ Derek clears the emotion from his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing for painkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offers but Stiles shakes his head.

“No, just you. Come lay down with me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the covers up for him to settle beneath them.

Those sleepy eyes, the soft fluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without much resistance.

“Let me just grab you some water and I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.

Stiles nods into his pillow and Derek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fills up a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makes quick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses to the other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealing beneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.

After a few minutes of slow steady breathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles and Derek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.

“Anytime,” he says and is completely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more, something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe they say it in other ways.

And suddenly there were 400

Seriously though, it was like three days ago tops when I announced 300. I swear you’re just trying to squeeze celebratory fics out of me … 

“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Stiles shouts in exasperation, running his hands through already messy hair. They had been at it for at least twenty minutes now, arguing because Derek didn’t want to go to Lydia’s engagement party. He didn’t want to, knowing Lydia would be inviting everyone and their mother who had anything to do with her and Parrish. It would be too many people, too much noise and he simply didn’t want to if she was going to hold a pack-only version the week after. Stiles said he should go out of duty as her Alpha. 

“No, you just won’t let it go,” Derek growls, fists clenched in his lap so his claws don’t rip up the couch again. Although, last time, it was under much more fun circumstances.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to argue. It ranged from small skirmishes that end in mumbled apologies to bigger blow outs that ended in mutually satisfying hate sex that Stiles seemed to enjoy enough to start shit for (and Derek plays along because he loves his boyfriend and absolutely not because he likes it, too). The fights could rarely be called fights because it just was never really that heated.

Derek’s nose wanted to shrivel up and die with the anger Stiles’ scent was boiling in and his wolf howled with such an unhappy mate. Even as his human mind wanted to throw something at a wall with how angry he was, his wolf prowled in distress and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or reassuring.

“News flash, buddy, you can’t be a hermit,” Stiles spits and Derek growl increases in volume in response. He may grumble about ‘big guy’ and snap his teeth as Stiles giggles about ‘sourwolf’, but he absolutely despised ‘buddy’. It only ever came out when Stiles was pissed and his sarcasm grew teeth that he intended to shred whoever his opponent was.

“I’m not a hermit, I go out. We go out,” Derek snaps back, eyes tracking as Stiles paces in front of where he sits on the couch. The line of his shoulders is stiff and the soft skin of his cheeks is blotched red.

“Yes, thank you, you’re dating me, but that doesn’t count as social interaction.”

“Why not?”

“Because! You need more people in your life besides me and the pack! You can’t have just me forever!” Stiles shouts, throwing his arms up obviously trying to dispel the anger that seems to build in his joints when he gets worked up. Derek just scoffs as he gets up and retreats to their kitchen.

He stops right there, even as Stiles continues his angry rant in the other room behind him. He pauses in the middle of their kitchen with the backsplash Stiles chose after weeks of debating it over and the cabinets Derek bled over while he installed them (staple guns were dangerous, damnit). Down the hall was a movie room that Stiles insisted on because pack movie nights were always going to be a thing. Upstairs and to the left was the master bedroom where their scents were so soaked into the very frame work, there was no way to tear apart Derek’s from Stiles’. This was their home, their pack, their life.

Derek turned around, eyes wide but unflinching as he walked back to where Stiles was still ranting and pacing. He’s still seething, and Derek can relate. He still wants to throw Stiles onto the couch and pin him there in full shift for a week until Lydia’s party has past. Instead he stops a few feet away and opens his mouth.

“Marry me.” Stiles stumbles where he’s wearing a divot into the carpet, dropping off mid-sentence to turn his head and stare open mouthed.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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Part 2- Hal Carter 

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Pairing: Hal Carter x Reader
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Smut - slight angst 
Summary: Hal takes you for a ride in his pickup truck
A/N: This is the second part in a series based on this post. I’ve been writing this for a while and I’m honestly so proud of it. Thank you for @writemarvelousthings for encouraging me. Please come let me know what you think! This is the song I listened to while writing - You Belong To Me - Jo Stafford
Word count : 4,157

Originally posted by lancetucker

The creak and slam of Hal’s red pickup truck door is unmistakable as he pulls up to your house and got out. Checking your lipstick one last time, you kiss your mother on the cheek and tell her not to wait up. She fixes you with the stare that you knew all too well. You skip out of the house, the screen door shutting behind you with a screech. Looking up you see Hal, he’s leaning against his truck a playful smirk spreading on his lips when he spots you. 

“Well don’t you look like sugar and spice and everything nice” he drawls, a cheeky chuckle following his words as he rids himself of the straw he was chewing. He takes you in his strong arms planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Your momma isn’t watching out of the window again is she?” he mumbles. 

You laugh and shake your head placating his fear, “she’s fixing dinner”. 

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Everyone Always Leaves

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s partner on and off the field, the love of his life, resigns from the BAU. She leaves him and all he gets is a note. Fast forward sim months. Maybe not everything is as it seems. 

Requested By: I cannot remember. I just saw the request in my Google Doc half finished. 

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Bite Down;

Originally posted by bangstrgram

Summary: Something so innocent turned into something heated

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @bangstrgram for the gif

Member: Yongguk from B.A.P x female reader

Rating: Smut

Words: 2749

Note: This was a collab with @imagination-of-a-melted-bitch

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Yoongi Scenario: I Get To Love You.

Request: Hi! can I have a fluff/romantic scenairo of yoongi in the morning after your wedding night? like it wasn’t your first time with him but just his thoughts about it, how he feels after being married and such, him spoling you, kissing down your chest and belly, soft lazy caresses,make all the romantic things you want, we need more of this side of him!

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

Yoongi stirred a little as he felt the sleepiness still heavy on him, but then when he was just a tiny bit more awake he went completely still, because by his side was the love of his life sleeping and as a couple who held sleep in a high place he didn’t want to wake you up just yet.
Yoongi turned a little so he could see you better, you were turned to him, your hair was disheveled  but still fell beautifully down your ear to your back, your lips were of a deeper color than normal, reminding him how much he had kissed them through the night, how he wanted to kiss them at the moment; one of your hands near your face, the other rested on the mattress very close to him like in your sleep you were looking for him. Yoongi frowned, you were way too far from him, he didn’t know at which point in the night you had moved to not be completely together but right now that wouldn’t do for him. He wanted to feel you close, to feel you his in his arms, as it was going to be from now onwards.

Yoongi took advantage of your sleeping state to smile giddily although he had been smiling like that throughout the whole wedding, after you said yes that is, before that he was nervous as hell, but after that he felt the luckiest man alive, he had married you, the only person he could imagine spending a lifetime with, it was incredible when he thought about it like that, out of all the people in the world he had chosen you and he truly felt like it couldn’t had been any other way.
Carefully he moved towards you, trying to wrap his arms around you smoothly to not wake you up, he enjoyed you like that as well, but then he enjoyed you in every situation, your funny spontaneous self, the moments were you were silent and immerse in a book or work, the reactions you made to the things he did, those were priceless and Yoongi knew he couldn’t live without them, when you were angry, even when it was at him for messing up, it took him over the edge sometimes but it showed the passion between you, he wouldn’t change a thing about you

He kissed the top of your head and then very softly he leaned in to peck the tip of your nose, he wanted to hug you tighter and have you entirely between his arms but you’d surely wake, so he stayed like that, closing his own eyes waiting because he couldn’t sleep anymore, the excitement of the moment had him lightheaded with happiness, and his mind could kept quiet with all the thinking. He had lost sleep a lot of times because of you, but out all those times this was his favorite one.
Your lashes started fluttering without Yoongi noticing and then you opened your eyes, when you realized the first thing you saw was him you smiled, your arms hugged him tight to your body surprising him a little. You buried your head on his neck and then propped your face up to give him a lazy smile.

-My husband- you said dreamily making Yoongi’s smile widen with his own gleeful excitement to then kiss you.

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Wonder (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requested by: anon
“I have a Jason request where his s/o is Diana’s daughter but she didn’t tell him and when they are fighting she is so strong that she beats up the main villain herself and Jason is stunned. Can you make it very fluffy and cute?”

Summary: Jason and you travel to Gotham because some weird stuff is happening there. When he leaves to fight it alongside the Batfam you follow, despite him telling you to stay back, concerned about your well-being. Well, good that you followed.

Warnings: reader has some self doubt and Diana is not the bad mother, but reader is a difficult child just like Jason

Jason stretched his body and his eyes opened slowly, focusing and looking right into yours.
You have been awake for a while and admired his peacefulness, seeing it way too less on Jason’s face.
He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you in.

“How are you even real?” His voice was rough from sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. “You can’t be human. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You blush with a pinch of guilt. He was right… just didn’t know it. You weren’t human, but an Amazon and as if that wasn’t enough, no, you were Diana’s daughter, Wonder Woman’s daughter.
You had learned your lesson. People will always treat you differently if they knew who you were.
When you met Jason you simply kept it to yourself and it was a good decision. 
It wasn’t hard to conceal your strength and all other forces you possessed. You and your mother weren’t on good terms either, so she never checked on you… at least not actively.
Now, you just never found the right time to come clean.

Jason rolled on top of you and attacked your face with kisses. You were his sunshine. His princess. He still didn’t think he deserved you.

You giggled and poked into his sides, knowing he is ticklish there. He was your light. He made you feel worth something, something more than being the princess of the Amazon’s, more than being Diana’s daughter. He was the only one allowed to call you princess.

You met so randomly. You hated him at first. He was messing up your mission and brought both of you in danger, forcing you to work together and for some reason you worked together like you had trained your whole lifetime side by side. Some days… you were sure he was your soulmate.

“What are you thinking about?” He frowned with a playful grin on his lips.

“How we met.” You placed a kiss on his nose. “How your stupid ass almost got us killed.”

He laughed. Jason barely laughed, but when he did it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.
You knew Jason had his problems.
His nightmares. His flashbacks and self-destructive behaviour. It took him long enough to let you in.

You realized how serious he became. “What are you thinking about now?”

“I have to go to Gotham.” He rolled off of you again. “There is some–” He searched for words. “Some really crazy shit going on. It’s hard to explain. They need my help.”

“They need your magical swords.” You corrected him.

He just shrugged. “Basically, but they are family.”

“I’m coming with you.” You sat up, running your hand through your raven hair.

“(Y/N), I don’t want that. It’s really rough. You don’t have enough fighting experience for that.” He cupped your face, giving you a quick kiss. “I can’t risk that you get hurt.”

You pursed your lips. If he only knew. You were trained by your grandmother, Queen Hippolyta, herself… while your mother rather spent her time in men’s world.

“I’m still coming with you to Gotham.”

“Alright, princess.” He nodded, knowing he couldn’t stop you. “But you stay away from fighting.”

You raised your hands in innocence.

“I’m serious, (Y/N).”

“Yeah yeah. Are you going to make pancakes now?” You smiled, leaning towards him.

“As you wish, my love.” He kissed you.


You were looking out of the window, watching the road fly by. Gotham was already scraping the horizon, looking as intimidating as its reputation.
You were avoiding Gotham. Too many people who knew you.
You were sure Batman had a file on you, but he didn’t know about you and Jason… or did he? In that case you had to fear.

“Tell me more about what’s happening?” You asked.

“People are basically acting like they are possessed. They start attacked one another and there has been a wave of murders and other crimes… well, more than usually… way more.” He explained. “Then they wake up and can’t even remember why.”

“Didn’t this happen in Supernatural once?” You muttered. Your mind was racing. There were a few possibilities. Ares was one, but that was highly unlikely.

“Yeah, I remember that episode. Do we have enough salt with us?”

You looked over at him. “Are you serious?”

“C'mon. I already died, like Dean and crawled out of my grave, like Dean. I met an angel and am in love with it, like Dean.”

You bursted into laugher. “You never told me you ship them! That was so corny, Jason, oh my god!” You yelled at him.

“What’s shipping?” He acted confused, as if he had heard that word for the first time.

“You–” In the corner of your eyes you see the “Welcome to Gotham” - sign and all of a sudden something happened. You felt someone. Someone like you. Someone with immense power that made you shake.

“(Y/N)?” Jason’s playfulness dropped and he became serious. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I… I just thought about something.” You forced a smile onto your face and took his free hand.

“Okay?” He furrowed his brows, but dropped it and the rest of the car ride was spent in comfortable silence.

You two arrived at his safe house soon after that. You grabbed your bag from the trunk, but Jason stopped you.

“It’s heavy.”

“I’m not made from paper.” You rolled your eyes and walked in. His safe houses were always quite fancy, functional and fancy.

Jason kissed your cheek and pressed a button. The wall opened revealing a bunch of weapons. You chuckled. That was so him.

“What if this force takes control of any of you?” You hugged him from behind as he was picking his guns and ammo.

“Bats has developed something. You should be save as long as you’re here.”

Always concerned about you. He should be concerned about himself, not you.

“I understand you need to help them, Jason, but… but this seems big.” You needed to tell him what you felt. You needed to tell him now that you were the only one who could solve this, not the Bat and his birds.

“Hey, don’t worry I always wiggle my stupid ass out, right?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Jason–” You couldn’t. You just didn’t have the balls. You already can see his shocked face and the sudden distance. Maybe he will be mad you didn’t tell him right away. “Be careful.” You withdrew from him.

“Always.” He turned around, giving you an assuring kiss.

He got ready, didn’t say goodbye and speeded off on his bike. He never liked goodbyes even the normal kind.

You took a deep breath. You were an Amazon and too scared to tell him. There is a reason why everyone hates you. You were a fucking coward. But not this time. You felt in your bones that he needed you.

You run to your bag and grabbed your suit. It wasn’t an armour like your mother’s. It was a black one piece with silver embellishment on your chest and combat boots. You threw it on and went back to the bag, digging deeper until your fingers touched cool metal.
You haven’t worn the bracelets in years, not feeling worthy of them. You didn’t even know why you took them with you… it was a feeling. That same feeling told you you needed them tonight.

You put them on. It fitted right to the silver on your suit. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a split second and it was enough to make you flinch. You weren’t a hero like your mother… more like Jason…. more like acting first and thinking later, getting carried away and being violent of some sort. You were carried away by your emotions, acted on them.
You were no princess. And there were times after your grandmother died you thought that was your only purpose, the only reason you were Diana’s child was to have someone leading while she was gone.

You opened the window and jumped out, flying over Gotham. Your dark hair seemed weightless as the air carried you.
You stopped at a high roof and waited, scanning the area.
You had no clue where Batman had pinned down the source of this, or if he was right at all.
You hoped not.

You jumped as something downtown exploded.
Your skin crawled in shock and a tremor that was Jason’s name left your lips.
You leaped off the roof and arrived in an instant. It was a dark alley. There were civilians laying dead on the ground in their own blood.
You heard Jason’s guns roar through the air so you start to run towards it.

Nightwing was out, laying next to Robin who desperately tried to get up, clutching his rips.
Jason was on the ground as well, shooting at a dark figure who walked past him.
As the light illuminated it you could make out a girl your age. She had blonde hair and gleaming eyes, a wicked smirk was tugging on her lips.

“Jason!” You called out.

“NO, STAY AWAY!” He looked back at you, holding his hand out.

She got ready to crush Jason, but before that happened you chimed in, grabbing her and throwing her with everything you got against the nearest wall, making it crack.

You met Jason’s eyes who was in shock, stunned. His eyes flickered from the wall to you. There was a bad looking wound above his eyebrow and his lips bled too.

The girl coughed and chuckled, getting up again. She had energy surrounding her you thought was familiar, but you couldn’t point your finger at it.

“I was looking forward to meet you, (Y/N).” She gestured out at you.

Batman landed beside Jason, helping him up.

You were balling your fists. “Well, excuse me, but I have no clue who you are.”

“I am Eris, daughter of Ares. You sure have heard of him. I bet your mother told you stories.” She snickered, saying those words with pride.

“Isn’t it quite ironic you, I suppose the goddess of destruction? Is trying to destroy the most damaged city on this planet? Like, are you that weak?” You teased.

She gritted her teeth before smiling sweetly. “Isn’t it quite ironic the princess of the Amazons is not in Themyscira… or should I say, ran away, princess?”

You looked over your shoulder at Jason who didn’t connect the threads yet. He looked shocked still and confused. Lost.

“He is the only one who is allowed to call me that!” You said with your eyes still on him before attacking her.

Jason watched unable to move how you landed punch after punch, how you flew and threw her hundreds of feet. How you took her punches like they were nothing, how you crossed your arms, creating energy blasts. Batman was trying to keep the brainwashed people from killing each other and he needed help, but Jason couldn’t.
You looked like Wonder Woman and how could Jason never see that?

You grabbed Eris by her throat and pinned her to a wall. “I could kill you right now, but–” You looked at Batman. “I have heard how he does not approve of that.” You let go of her and she fell to her knees, breathing heavily. “Next time I will not let you go.”

“You’re not a true Amazon!” She threw at you to hurt you. “Betraying your heritage like that! You are a child desperate for approval. No princess! No goddess! No Amazon!”

“I know.” You shrugged. She couldn’t hurt you with things you knew.

You took a deep breath and walked to Jason. Instead of stepping back as you approached he closed the gap, hugging you tightly. It surprised you.

“You are an Amazon? You are Wonder Woman’s daughter?” He mumbled against your shoulder. “How… why did you never…?”

You nodded and pulled away, cupping his face. Now there was no turning back. “I didn’t tell you, because I know you would have treated me differently. Everyone has. And then… I never found the right moment, Jay.
I left Themyscira because I couldn’t be the princess they needed me to be… I wasn’t the hero, the warrior they wanted me to be.”

“I’ve heard a story like that before.” He smiled softly, pushing some hair behind your ear.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? About what? That my girlfriend could have opened the damn jam glasses herself, probably crush them with her pinky? That you’re actually a badass warrior princess?
Salty that you were scared to tell me, yes… but I… I think I can understand why you didn’t tell me. It’s alright.” He laid his forehead to yours. “It doesn’t make you a different person after all. You’re an Amazon, but you’re still my (Y/N), right? And I would have so died again if you wouldn’t have come.”

“Absolutely.” You smiled relieved.

Jealous-Scandalous-Idiot Love

Plot (Requested): Draco broke up with you, but he regretted it when you started hanging out too much with Blaise.

Warnings: Lots of Feelings.

Word Count: 897.

Author’s Note: If you want an imagine with your name, send me a request. English is NOT my first language, so if there are grammatical mistakes, you can text me and I’ll correct them. Thanks for the request darling. (◕‿◕✿) Hope you all like it. Xoxo.

It’s been a week since Draco broke up with you, but still you denied believing that. How could he believe that it was your fault that his father went to jail? Sure, you knew about the Dumbledore’s Army, but you’d never imagine that they’ll act against the Dark Lord, who’d says that Lucius would be involved.

Now, all you wanted to do was sit alone in the grass and wait for the last month of class to pass, so you could go home, far from your stupid ex boyfriend.

“Adel? What are you doing here? We’ve got class in a few minutes.”

You turned around to face your best friend, Blaise. He looked worried, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth sketching a smile.

“I know Blaise, I just…”

“Don’t want to go to class knowing that Malfoy is going to be there too, right?”


“Hear me, I know he’s mad at you, but he’s mad at everyone right now. What happened with his father… He’ll get over it and then he’ll come back to you. Don’t worry. In the min time, I’m here for anything you need.”

You smiled. It’s good to know you had someone to count with, and Blaise was actually a great option. When you’re with Draco, he’s too jealous to understand that you wanna hang around with your male friends, but now, you two were going to have time to catch up.

“Let’s go to class. You don’t want Snape to be forgive his favorite student in front of everyone.”

“Hey! Just because he likes me that doesn’t mean I get advantage.”

“I weren’t talking ‘bout you, I’m his favorite student.”

“A boy can dream.”, you joked and got up, going to potions class with him.

Two Weeks Later…

Draco hasn’t talked to you yet, but instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to enjoy the last days of class. Blaise particularly was helping you a lot to get over the pain; he was always joking around you, making you laugh and forget your problems.

“Can you believe it? She actually tried to kiss me! I’m disgusted.”

Blaise was doing drama, cause a Ravenclaw girl tried to kiss him. You were laying in his lap, laughing at his unbelievable insensitivity.

“Poor girl, Zabini. She must be heartbroken right now.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t just try to force someone to kiss you.”

In that moment, Draco walked in, looking at you to and rolling his eyes. Of course, as you were laying in Blaise’s lap, you couldn’t see it, but your friend could, and being so tired of that uncomfortable situation between you and Malfoy, he decided to help (in a not so discreet way).

“I mean, I understand her, of course, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?” He asked at you. You lough.

“How can you be so full of yourself?”

“I don’t know, but you must like it right? You were with Draco.”

At the mention of his name, the blonde boy turned to you, clearly annoyed, but also curious to see what you were going to say next.

“And you think I like you because of that?”

“I’m sure.” Blaise looked at Malfoy and pretended to bow over you as he was going to kiss you. That was the last drop needed to Draco to freak out. He got up and leaded to the sofa, pulling you from Blaise.


“Relax man, I was doing what I had to.”

“What you had to? You were going to fucking kiss my girl!”

“Excuse me?” You asked, trying to do not smile at the fact that he just called you “his girl” and focusing in the overly possessive attitude.

“Last time I checked, Malfoy, you broke up with her for something that was not her fault. She’s not your girl.” Draco blushed. He was screaming in the middle of the Common Room, making a hell of a scene and at the end, he was the wrong. “But”, Blaise continued, “she misses you as much as I’m sure you miss her. So fix thinks, you fucking idiot.”

He left the room smiling. You and Draco faced each other for a time, till you let go of his grip and run away. He ran after you, reaching you at an empty hall.

“Adel, I’m sorry…”

“Malfoy, I’m not in the mood for an argument, ok?”

“I’m not going to argue with you. Listen, I just want to apologize for what I’ve done, not only in the Common Room right now, but weeks ago, I shouldn’t have blamed you for something you couldn’t know, and I really regret it, ok? Seeing Zabini there, ready to kiss you, that… I don’t know how to explain, I just couldn’t let that happens. I…”

“What, Draco?” You asked, trying to stop your heart from melting with his words.

“I can’t lose you, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please. I need you, Adelaine.”

Sighing, you opened your arms and hugged him. Draco pressed you against his chest, berrying his nose on your hair.

“It’s ok, you scandal king.”

He lough, and kissed the top of your head.

“Whatever you want. Just keep in mind that makes you the Scandal Queen. And that you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he couldn’t be more right.

pearlo  asked:

Title meme: Xs and Os

So there’s a pop song that sometimes comes on at seven AM when I’m driving to work/school and just Chock Full of Ennui…and it’s that song by Ellie something something, X’s and O’s and it’s from the point of view of this person who lives a fabulous live, just leaving lover after lover in their wake, and for some reason when that song plays I always have these really elaborate daydreams about the OTHER side of tha whole thing–a jaded pop star who’s been let down by so many people and so lives a kind of fabulous and frivilous life but they’re still in their head looking for Peace and Comfort and like that’s…Viktor

And like this probably isn’t what you were thinking for this because you probably wanted me to base it more off the title than of what I associate with the prompt but like this makes me think of an AU where Viktor is that pop star, let down over and over again by everyone he thought was a friend or a lover or even just a confidant (Except for a very small, limited group of people who Viktor secretly and in his head thinks of as My Family even though he isn’t sure that His Manager, His Drummer, and That Kid From The Band Who Opens For Me really think he’s all that special) and so he’s kind of given up but at the same time…at the same time he still hopes?

And Yuuri is this guy who does one hour slots semi-weekly at the local Panera and has a beautiful voice that curves around these soft, somber melodies like it’s what he was made for, like God put him on Earth to croon these sweet and melancholic songs directly into the hearts of millions.

And Viktor and Chris-My-Drummer are having a late afternoon Sad Panera after returning from a European tour during which Viktor got Kind of Sort of Arrested In Prague. Yakov has told him to lay low until the news cycle dissipates, and Viktor is for once following his direction.

Then A Beautiful Boy enters the Panera and starts setting up in the corner, with a microphone and an acoustic guitar. His hair is just a little too long to call kempt and his eyes are huge and cinnamon-colored, like staring into one of those fancy artisanal teas that Yuri drinks because he can’t abide by the cruelty and inhumanity of the coffee industry.

Yuri Plisetsky talks a big game and Viktor figures that somewhere deep inside of him, he actually does care about the plight of coffee harvesters in Colombia, but Viktor also knows that he talks like that because his publicist has crafted his image carefully around such ramblings in order to soften what would otherwise be an extremely off-putting personality.

Then Beautiful Boy puts his plush lips close to the mic and says, “Hi everybody. I’m going to get started this afternoon with a cover. I’m sure you’ll recognize it.”

And then he starts sweetly strumming the opening melody to Stay Close to Me, a song which is the title song for Viktor’s second studio album, has gone platinum three times, and which Viktor recognizes in any of its forms, even though this lovely man is playing it on a guitar and it’s traditionally done on a violin.

“Holy shit,” Viktor whispers, and Chris looks over his shoulder at the man.

“Don’t,” says Chris, and Viktor ignores him.

Yuuri, for his part, thinks that Famous Viktor Nikifoorv is just having his fun with him–and he’s totally alright with that. He is, frankly, having the time of his life being allowed backstage and eating at 400-dollar buffets and following Viktor up to penthouse hotel rooms. And yes, he falls in love with Viktor. but it was bound to happen. And sometimes when Viktor is holding him or kissing him or just touching him, he feels like maybe Viktor feels the same. But that’s impossible, because Yuuri is a dime-a-dozen wannabe singer and Viktor is a multiplatinum, ultra famous recording artist.

It takes a long time for Viktor to actually sit down and explain using his words that a peaceful, comfortable life with someone he loves is all Viktor has ever wanted.

“We could live anywhere,” Viktor tells him. “I have houses in LA, London, Saint Petersburg–we could go to Japan, if you waned. Or someplace totally new! I hear Cancun is great, or we could go to Australia, or New Zealand–”

And Yuuri is just dumbstruck, because Viktor Nikiforov is standing in front of him offering him the world, and all Yuuri has ever wanted is the man himself–this man who wears his hair long and his pants tight and has an entire wing of his house dedicated to his dog, and who once took Yuuri honest-to-God camping in the woods even though TMZ would implode on itself if they ever got wind of the fact that Viktor Nikiforov willingly removed himself from social media for six minutes, let alone six days.

And Viktor, because he’s Viktor, introduces Yuuri to the world by bringing him onstage with him at Madison Square Garden and singing an acoustic duet of Stay Close to Me with him.

English Teacher (Taehyung one-shot smut)

Originally posted by taedamn

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I will edit it later :) This is for anon

Summary: You’re BTS’s English teacher but one of your students has been giving you a little trouble. 

Word count: 3k ?

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You x Taehyung

Warnings: Smut, swearing, risk of getting caught, inappropriate behaviour ;)

You were absolutely certain your dress wasn’t this short when you left home this morning. You’re imagining things… it’s not your dress, it’s Taehyung. Being around him always left you feeling so… exposed.

It’s been 6 months since you started teaching the BTS members English and there’d been no problems, in fact, it was the best job you’ve ever had- especially compared to your last one. Okay… there might be one problem, but, it’s not really a problem… only a slight discomfort. No big deal or anything, definitely not something you spend any time thinking about.

You were attracted to Taehyung.

Okay, but who wasn’t? All of the boys are attractive. But, like, you were really really attracted to him.

Maybe it was because of his soft, dark hair and how good it looked against his sun-kissed skin. Or maybe it was his big eyes and how they glistened… maybe it was his tall, toned body or how hard he tried to improve his English. Or, it was how close he would sit next to you during your lessons, so much closer then any of the other members. Maybe it was how good he smelt or how your skin felt when his leg brushed against yours or when his big hand patted your knee out of excitement when he got one of your questions right. Maybe it was how dominant he was with the other members and you couldn’t stop thinking about him being dominant with you…

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anonymous asked:

If you're comfortable with it could I request a headcanon of the guys (Nobunaga, Mitsunari, Shingen, Kenshin, Kojuro and Masamune) reaction (what they think and do) to finding/hearing the MC moaning their name in their sleep? Thank you

Nobunaga wakes up at the sound of his name. He turns towards you irritated that you woke him, but finds you fast asleep, his name dropping between moans from your mouth. His first thought is to wake you up immediately, but when you whisper “I love you,” he blushes and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Foolish girl, waking me up in the middle of the night with such nonsense…” he mutters but soon falls asleep again, you safely in his arms.

Mitsunari elbows you awake startling you. “If you can’t be quiet you can go back to your own room to sleep,” he mutters. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, lord Mitsunari,” you mumble and wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. “H-hey, what do you think you’re doing! And after saying things like that, don’t just assume-” “Things like what?” you inquire looking at his face puzzled. A bright blush spreads across his face and he pulls your head to his chest so you can’t see his face, “Just go back to sleep, manju-girl…” You oblige, nuzzling his chest lightly, falling quickly asleep again. Mitsunari, however, can’t fall asleep again for the longest time.

Just as soon as the first moan leaves your mouth, Shingen is awake. At first, he’s startled there might be somebody else in the room, but as soon as he sees that’s not the case he turns his attention to you. And when he realises just what sort of moans you are making he gently wakes you up with an innocent kiss. You, still half asleep, cling to his hair and pull him closer to a hungry kiss wrapping your leg around his hip and it takes you a considerable amount of time before you’re able to go back to sleep again.

Kenshin had been admiring you after you had fallen asleep. Just as he was about to lay his head to rest you let out a breathy moan, calling out his name. A smile rises on his lips and he strokes your cheek gently, careful not to wake you up until you calm down. He looks at you, completely enamoured by the beautiful expressions you make just for him. He never mentions it to you, but remembers it fondly, wishing you’d see lots of dreams just like that one.

Kojuro listens to your moans fondly at first, delighted that you’d think of him even in your sleep. But the longer your dream continues, the more uneasy he feels. A sting of jealousy hits him and he wishes he could be the one doing all the things to you that make you moan out his name (it’s canon btw, lollol). He knows it’s silly to be jealous of the dream you’re having of him, so he lets you sleep, silently reciting sutras until he has calmed down enough so he can sleep too.

Masamune blushes once he hears you moan out his name. His first instinct is to wake you up, scared you might have a nightmare, but once you let out another moan, this time one that definitely wasn’t because of a nightmare, he feels his face turn even hotter. He still debates if he should wake you up and just as he reaches to shake your shoulder, you turn to your side and continue to sleep peacefully. He lets out a sigh of relief and wraps his arm around you, falling asleep soon after.

Hotaru is puzzled why you would make a sound in your sleep, yet alone speak. But when you moan out his name he seals your lips with his. You’re startled awake by the sudden kiss and see him looking at you his eyes sharp. You feel your heart leap into your throat, “Ho-Hotaru-!” you start, but before you can finish, his lips are on yours again. “I wish… for you to make those sounds for me… when you’re awake…” he mumbles between the heated kisses and while you have no idea what he’s talking about, you don’t really care at the moment.

Kotaro is totally amazed you’d call out his name. You seem to be in pain, so he wakes you up, shaking your shoulder until you open your eyes. He looks you dead in the eye when you ask him why he woke you up. “You were having a nightmare.” A nightmare…? You recall your dream, that definitely, with 100% certainty wasn’t a nightmare and blush. “Ah… err… I wasn’t really having a nightmare…” you try to explain, but he just strokes your hair and smiles, hugging you gently just like you do to him when he’s having a nightmare, “Hushhh, it’s okay, it’s not real,” he comforts you with your own words and soon you drift off to sleep. Kotaro can’t sleep. He watches you for the rest of the night just to make sure you don’t have any more nightmares.

A/N: This was such a fun ask, thank you so much for sending this!

it hurts; connor murphy x reader

Request: Would do do a fic where the reader calls (Evan or Connor you choose!) Really late at night because her brother is out and her dad is working nights and she’s having bad pains in her chest because she’s got problems with her lungs and has had surgeries in the past and thinks she needs to go to the hospital so whoever you choose freaks out while the reader is crying and in pain thank you!

I went with Connor for this, I hope that works! This prompt honestly broke my heart, I really hope I did it justice.

(also I know I skipped around in my requests but I thought this hella spoke to me)

Word count: 921

TWs: A N G S T, reader is in a lot of pain, cursing, very very brief mention of past surgeries

2:26 AM

Your heart was pounding faster and faster. This was it. This was how you died. In your own bed, alone, sobbing like a child. Your brother was out somewhere that you didn’t know, and your father was working the night shift again. Just your luck. Of course, that wouldn’t have been a problem if your chest hadn’t felt like it was going to explode, or maybe implode, you weren’t sure exactly which. You figured you probably needed medical attention. This wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with things like this. You’d had surgeries before since you had problems with your lungs, but now you were alone and you needed to get someone to drive you to the hospital, or at least try and calm you down. The combination of crying and barley being able to breath was dangerous.

You grabbed your phone from next to you and shakily scrolled through your contacts, looking for someone in particular. If anyone was going to be awake at this time of night, it was Connor. You did your best to take a deep breath and clicked the call button under his name, praying to every higher power imaginable that he would pick up. After a few rings you heard a familiar voice.

“Why the hell are you up so late?”

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Sober - Part 3

G-Dragon & Song Mino Angst 

Word Count: 3,616

Part One  Part Four

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Originally posted by ta-ehyun

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Something More

IMAGINE: Everyone knew that (Y/N) the youngest Baratheon and ‘enemy’ of Jaime Lannister, was the fairest lady in all of Westeros, she was expected to do traditional High Lady duties. What happens if she wants something more? And how does Jaime Lannister factor into it? 

[gif is not mine. loosely based on beauty and the beast.] 

warnings: one swear word

words: 1796

‘There may be something there that wasn’t there before…’

She was known as the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros, men flocked from across the seas to ask her hand in marriage -specifically asking her brother for her hand in marriage. Every time though, she rebutted claiming that she was not ready, or they would have just used her family name or her wealth. She wanted to escape, escape the life that she was given, of course she knew that she was being ungrateful. Being the sister to the King of Westeros wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she wanted more. She wanted adventure, her heart thumping, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“I just don’t get why you will not agree to the courtship sister, he’s beyond a great match for you and for the family,” Stannis stated as they sat around the table. He placed a forkful of sausage into his mouth and chewed.

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back into her chair, “I want to be with someone who has passion dear brother, not some coward.”

“Don’t let Tywin hear that.”

She rolled her eyes and drank some wine from her goblet, “Oh please, Tywin cares for Lancel as much as I care for the kennelmaster.”

Stannis quietly laughed at the antics of his sister, “You better tell Robert that.” He looked at sister for a moment and noticed the uneasy look on her face. “Is anything the matter?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to tell her brother the truth but at the same time it’s been gnawing at her for a while. With a deep sigh she looked at her brother, “Do you think there’s more to this? More to wearing fancy dresses, escorting men to the ball, going to balls, being trained as a mere accessory to a man?”

Stannis sat quietly not knowing how to start the conversation. “Of course you’ve never had to deal with this, you’re a man. You get to fight, to have that adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get to travel and see the world!”

He was about to reply when the door to the hall opened and there strutted Jaime Lannister. “Ah, the stags are here already.”

(Y/N) scowled at his behaviour. “I mean we have to, unless we want the lions to be selfish and eat all of the food.”

Jaime walked to the table, making sure that he was behind (Y/N), leaning over he took a piece of fruit from a bowl in front of her. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the way that his body felt against hers, even if it was just for a short moment.

“You know princess, with that kind of behaviour it’s no wonder why you’re going to end up alone,” the words were meant to be cutting, and it would have been if it was the first time that he’s spoken it to her. Instead of feeling hurt she gave him a sardonic smile and accidentally elbowed him.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I hurt you?”

Jaime gave her a fake smile and moved towards his seat.

“You should know better than to provoke the lion,” Stannis berated her quietly. “He’s known as a beast (Y/N).”

“Am I supposed to be in fear of him Stannis?” (Y/N) looked towards her brother, placing her knife and fork on the plate.

They both looked at Jaime who was now looking at a maiden who was placing food on the table, sensing the looks from the Baratheon siblings he looked over and gave them a wink, then turned his sole focus on (Y/N) and smirked.

Stannis turned back to his sister whose focus was on Jaime. He watched intently as her eyes narrowed when Jaime placed his hands on the so-called wench. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what this could be. Jaime Lannister and his sister were not a good sign, especially the way Jaime looked at his sister and disregarded the maiden when she stormed off from the table. Clenching his fist, he decided he needed to talk to his brothers.

“LANCEL LANNISTER?” (Y/N) bellowed into the room, her black hair flying around her face, her brown eyes lighting up with anger. She stopped at the table where Robert was seated at, papers scattered around the table and men sitting around him. “I DID NOT REALISE THAT I WAS SOME PROPERTY THAT COULD BE SOLD TO ANYONE!” The men looked at each other and discreetly got up and walked away, knowing that if they were there they would be collateral damage between the two Baratheon’s with the biggest tempers.

Robert merely leaned back into his chair, “We have to agreement that you need a man to take care of you sister.” He raised his goblet, “Plus you already know that Lancel was in the contracts.”  

(Y/N) screwed up her nose, “You think I need a man to look after me?”

Her brother’s eyes widened, “No, of course not.” He rebutted.

“Then what is it?” She hissed, not noticing a certain blonde-haired Knightsguard watching with amusement.

“We need to fortify our allegiance with the Lannister family, they’re one of the strongest and wealthiest houses in Westeros,” Robert explained.

“Those aren’t your words Robert so don’t say them,” (Y/N) scowled at her brother. “Also you’re married to a Lannister if you didn’t notice!” She stalked up as close as she can to her brother, leaning on the table to do so, “Once again, I am not your property to be traded as you wish, other families can do that because they won’t say anything but you should know better. I will be married to a man when I choose to do so. I will not be one of those women who are forced into marriage when they are not ready nor do they love the person.” With a final glare at her brother she stormed off, slamming the door as she went.

(Y/N) paced back and forth, occasionally taking the time to look at the harbor and enjoying the ships and the ocean. “You know if anyone ever talked to a King like that their head will be on the pike.” She closed her eyes and took herself mentally to a place far away, far far away from where she stood. “But of course you can never shut your mouth can you?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his smirk firmly placed on his face, eyes glistening with amusement. “Do you have to be so…” (Y/N) pursed her lips trying to find the right word.

“Charming? Good looking? Dashing? Hung-like,” before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by her making a disgusted noise.

“So on all the time? Especially around me?” She always did wonder why it was only her that Jaime was so…Jaime like. The innuendos, the comments that can scathe a person’s ego if they didn’t brush it off.

Jaime hopped up and sat down on the balcony, “Because I enjoy the tormented look on your face.” He was quiet for a moment, a rare site to witness. “Lancel?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Don’t get me started. If my brothers can honestly think that they can just partner me with some blonde-haired coward.”

“He’s not a coward any more though,” Jaime interrupted. “Turned himself into a knight.” There was bitterness in his tone.

“He’s still a coward to me,” (Y/N) pointed out. “Always will be. He can hide behind that mask all of his life but we know better. He was the snivelling pathetic excuse of a man.”

Jaime let out a low whistle, “You don’t hold back do you?” (Y/N) laughed quietly, soon Jaime joined. It was a sight to behold, two so-called people who were barely friends laughing with no care in the world.

(Y/N) leaned against the balcony, holding her stomach, “I don’t want to marry him, everyone expects me though. Get married, bear his children and be the doting wife.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. “I want more than this life, more than dress nice, act nice, have sex with your husband but don’t get mad if he sleeps with other people.” (Y/N) let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “I want to be able to dictate my life. It’s mine not anyone else’s.”

“You could always run away,” she looked at Jaime with an odd look on her face. It wasn’t one that she usually wore around him which ranged from scowls to disgust, this was mere curiosity.

“I think that can work if I’m not a princess,” (Y/N) reasoned out. Silence took the situation, (Y/N) looked over the harbor, while Jaime stared at her. “Am I so unwanted that the only person I can attract are men like Lancel?”

Jaime was taken aback by her comment. She was one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, a certain eye catcher for any men. “What are you talking about?”

“You must think of me as shallow but I want someone who wants me for more than my looks. There’s more to me than that.”

He was quiet for a moment, “I feel the same way.” (Y/N) arched a brow and he continued, “Everyone refers to me as this beast who enjoys nothing but killing and fucking whores.” Jaime hopped off the balcony and faced the view with her. “No one ever thinks of what else I am.”

“To be fair you never let anyone see any other side of you. I mean I’m probably the closest, I see the witty, rude side of you.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

Jaime fell silent, “No one ever wants to see that side of me. No one ever gives me that chance.” Again the silence took over the conversation. They were both thinking how did they get personal in such a short time.

“You’re not a beast Jaime,” the comment made his heart thump against his chest faster than ever before. “An arsehole sometimes but not a beast.” She reached for his hand and once she found it, she held it tightly and squeezed it. “If anyone dares to call you that to your face, or even a hint of rumour send them my way.”

Maybe it was the way she said his name with care for the first time, or the way her hand felt right against his, or actually willingly touched him without fear that they would be hit with his sword. There were too many factors, but what he did know was that he suddenly felt something for her that was definitely was not there before.


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(A/N) Hey, guys!! So, I know this wasn’t requested but I just saw Spiderman: Homecoming and it was AMAZING so I thought I would write a fic about Tom Holland’s Peter Parker. (: (I also decided to test this fic in second person so PLEASE tell me what you guys think!!) Sorry if any of you guys are lactose intolerant!! Should I also make this a series? Idk….

Warnings: small cursing

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Peter had been acting extremely strange ever since he went on that Stark internship and you sure have noticed. He kept disappearing at band practice and even at study hall. He was also a lot more nervous than usual.

It was Saturday, which meant that it was yours and Peters traditional ice cream day. You threw on your vans and send a text to Peter saying you would be at the nearby ice cream shop. You wave your mom goodbye and hop into your car, double-checking your phone for Peter’s reply. Nothing.

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Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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