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The Proposal part 1 |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin

Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

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fic: Yin and Yang

title: yin and yang

genre: fluff/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

warnings: swearing | word count: 1500

description: a sunset beach walk after phil’s thirtieth birthday brings talk of things to come and decisions they figure they need to discuss. plus there’s this metaphor about the sunset.

yin and yang; light and dark, day and night - two opposites that are made to be together.

“I think you’d be a sunrise,” Phil says.

Dan quirks an eyebrow and prompts him to elaborate. “I’m all gloom and darkness, I’m definitely a three am sky.”

Phil frowns. “Maybe, but you’d be scattered with stars. And you’d be five in the morning, not three, the sun would be just about ready to rise. There is some light in you, Dan.”

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Tea Party

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1,434

Summary: Kim Taehyung is the class clown who you’ve really never had time for, but when your parents invite his over for dinner, you find yourself getting to know him in a way you’d never anticipated.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4



You were tired and emotionally drained for what felt like the entire next week. With no classes to go to, and a job not available to you, you found yourself in the flat far more in one week than you felt you’d been there in the past month. You didn’t wear pants, drank a lot of hot cocoa, and caught up on way too much Netflix for things to be healthy.

Harry helped you clear everything from your bed – all your notes and textbooks and notebooks and extra papers and quizzes you’d kept to study just in case. He spent three days carefully organizing all of it on your desk and putting papers into folders and putting different textbooks all in order alphabetically.

You knew he was only doing it because he wanted to be near you to watch out for you without suffocating you or asking you if you were okay. You were just exhausted, and even when you walked – which was usually at a purposeful and quick speed that even Harry had to jog to keep up with from time to time – had slowly significantly to a languid and purposeless stroll.

So you allowed him to do his little organizing, stopping every once in a while to read a paper, or flip through the marked and worn pages of your textbooks. It occurred to him the ridiculous and meticulous amount of work you’d put into knowing every little thing, and he wondered if maybe it had just gotten to the point where you’d just started memorizing your textbooks. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever worked this hard in his life. Sure, memorizing scripts or writing songs was difficult, but he always had others to back him up. And you were on your own. Your entire education was on your shoulders.

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any really funny fic you could suggest? I just read 'A week is only seven days' and I was crying it was so funny. I want more!

Hi Nonny!! OH GOD this has been in my drafts for MONTHS and I’m sorry for the delay. I’m guessing you found that fic on my “Go-To Johnlock Fic Rec List”, and it’s totally worth a read since it’s like, one of my all-time fave fics!! I don’t have many fics with the same type of humour, but I hope that a few of these will appease you! They’re more fluffy than anything else, but if I had a chuckle in them, then they will be here :)

  • High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,429 w.) - John is stupidly obsessed with Sherlock, Sherlock is adorably clueless, and they’re both dumb idiots. Jealous John and silly misunderstandings.
  • Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, Ao3) (3,897 w.) - Sherlock conveniently finds reasons to try to touch John’s junk. John’s tired of waiting.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, Ao3) (44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. There are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes.
  • Life and Death by patemalah21 (K+, ff) (6K+) - Sherlock and John get mugged and injured. The first chapter is angsty, but the second and third chapters, Sherlock has to deal with his worst nemesis yet – a nurse intent on him getting better. *SLIGHT* Sher1011ie in the third chapter, but it feels more BFF’s.
  • You’re a Doctor, Fix me by edken (G, Ao3) (8,342 w.) - Sherlock gets sick and stroppy, John grins and bears it to fix him, and a fluffy happy ending.
  • How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, ff) (3,124 w.) - Sherlock Tries to court John on significant days in their life. Too bad John is a little bit slow on the draw.
  • Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson by Jessa7 (K+, ffnet) (8,085w.) - Mycroft is suddenly taking an interest in John and Sherlock is not happy. John just goes with it – he’s getting a lot of nice things out of this deal. (*NOT JOHNCROFT, just Mycroft being a meddler).
  • The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, ff) (9K+ w.) - Mycroft flirts with John. Sherlock gets jealous. John’s just along for the ride. Yeah, I also REALLY like Mycroft purposely riling up Sherlock to force him to confess his feelings for John. Another “meddling Mycroft” fic… I seriously love this trope.
  • Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (K+, ff) (783 w) - John and Sherlock get kicked out of a grocery store. Sherlock has a big mouth.
  • Cabbies by OldBesinaStuff (K, ff) (572 w) - Sherlock expounds and illuminates upon the subject of their current cabbies.
  • The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, ff) (4K+ w.) - Lestrade and John tease Sherlock after the pool incident.
  • Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (K+, ff) (2K+) - Sherlock goes home for Christmas and is missing John. One of my faves, it’s more sweet than funny.
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, Ao3) (9,020 w.) - Sherlock and John pretend they’re a couple “for a case”. They’re shocked to discover how much they know about each other. One of my faves.
  • Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock goes shopping for a present for John. 
  • Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - The boys are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. It’s been awhile since I read this but I remember liking it :D
  • Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, ff) (1K+w.) - John can never pull a date, especially with a flatmate like Sherlock.
  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,672 w.) - This one is really ridiculously silly. Sherlock keeps injuring himself so John will fix him up. John catches on, and it changes shit.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb  (E, Ao3) (4,578 w.) - Sherlock sets out to make John happy. Happy happy happy.
  • Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, Ao3) (4,647 w.) - Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, Ao3) (3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, Ao3) (31,059 w.) - Sherlock is a bat. No other explanation needed.
  • and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, Ao3) (1,662 w.) - Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence  (NR, Ao3) (5,429 w.) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Detective and the Pin-Up by XistentialAngst (T, Ao3) (15,683 w.) - Sally Donovan discovers an old secret John Watson considered long buried - a ten-year old “Men of the Armed Forces” calendar, which has John as a very enticing pin-up for August. The image of John might just change the way everyone sees the unassuming sidekick, even Sherlock Holmes.
  • John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, Ao3) (2,646 w.) - Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.
  • In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, Ao3) (1,835 w.) - John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.
  • Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, Ao3) (47,709 w.) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results. {{NOTE: Because I always forget: ‘The One With the Shampoo, Steph.’}}
  • Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, Ao3) (39,629 w.) - Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, Ao3) (23,584 w.) - Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple.
  • You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, ff)(1K+ w.) - Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words. John’s imagination sometimes goes a little wild.
  • Abhorring the Dull Routine of Existence by ardenteurophile (T, ff) (7K+ w.) - Or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants. Sherlock overdoses on Red Bull, much to John’s dismay. Spin-off fic set before the events of “You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners”.
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, Ao3) (21,691 w.) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, Ao3) (5,308 w.) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please (this whole series is amazing, and I love it so much).
  • The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, Ao3) (3,614) - In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics (this whole series is really great, I love it!)
  • Vaporized by Catslynw (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - This little number is set soon after A Study in Pink. John has just moved into 221b and is getting to know his flatmate, and his flatmate’s amazing abilities, a little better.
  • Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, ff) (2K+ w.) - In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?
  • The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him. Fluff.
  • At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, ff) (2K+ w.) - "You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.“ / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together. 
  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K, ff) (2+K w.) - John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.
  • Bored Games by SparksMayFly (K, ff) (3K+ w.) - Sherlock asks if he can take Reverend Green in for interrogation. John explains that’s not how the game works. 
  • Bored Games by patster223 (K+, ff) (2k+ w.) - Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.
  • Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - "It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”
  • Tipsy by katkin (K+, ff) (2K+ w.)  “I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.
  • Cards by Caighlee (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.
  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, ff) (2K+) - In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.
  • Surety by hudders (G, Ao3) (2,477 w.) - Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.
  • Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, Ao3) (10,655 w.) - John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
  • Cabin Fever by A Wandering Minstrel (K+, ff) (6K+ w.) - A massive storm keeps John trapped in Baker Street with a half-blind (for science!), very bored Sherlock Holmes.
  • Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.
  • God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.
  • Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, ff) (951w.) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Feel free to add your own ficlets and self promos!! I love all the funny fics!

Laugh Or You’ll Cry (Requested)

“Harry in a road trip with miss and their one year old and he/she is really annoyed and cries and pouts and whines and harry is all stressed because they are kinda lost and the baby with that mood is not helping and then the baby does something funny or says something funny and he just chuckle and not that stressed anymore.”

Just a lil quickie this one, but I thought it was cute! I love domestic dad!Harry. Hope you enjoy.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

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“And… oh, did you get her little hat? You know the one with the teeny bears on it? The fleecy one?”

“Um… Hold on… Okay, yup, got the fluffy hat. Is that everything? I feel like we’re definitely forgetting something.”

Harry stepped towards his missus, holding out the baby bag, his brow furrowed as he ran through his mental checklist once more.

“We always forget something… It’s inevitable,” she giggled softly, taking the bag from him and pecking his cheek. “Worst comes to worst we can just go to the supermarket once we get there. And your mum always has supplies, you know how she is,” she smiled, balancing the bag on one arm as she tugged on her coat and beanie.

“Yeah, s’pose you’re right,” he nodded, tugging on his own coat and slipping his keys into his pocket. “I’ll just go and grab the munchkin, and then we can get going. Think we might not be as late as we thought we were going to be!” he chuckled, heading towards the nursery.


Thirty stressful minutes later and the little family of three was finally on road, heading towards Anne’s place for Christmas. Their little girl hadn’t taken kindly to being woken up prematurely from her slumber, her little face scrunching up as she wailed and wailed, uncooperative as Harry worked at getting her buckled into her car seat, doing his best to get her comfy.

His wife decided it was best to ride in the back with their little girl in an attempt to calm her down, but so far her attempts were fruitless.

“Shhh baby girl… C’mon now, it’s just the car. We love the car, yeah? Going to see Nana, sweetheart. Yeah?” she cooed, stroking a tender hand over the little one’s downy hair. She nudged against her mother’s touch, sniffling a little as her cries turned into a plaintive grizzle, tears still tracking down her cheeks.

“Harry, I think she’s hungry. I know we’re running late, but it might help calm her if I nurse her…”

Harry hummed in agreement, pulling over and stopping the car. “Need anything?” he asked, watching as she unbuckled their daughter, lifting her into her lap.

“No, I think we’re okay,” she murmured, tugging her shirt up and guiding the baby to her chest. She latched almost immediately, soothed by the familiar smell of milk and her mum’s skin, her little hand resting against her chest. “There we go sweetheart… That good?” she smiled fondly, kissing her forehead.

Harry shuffled round to the boot of the car, retrieving a pillow before getting back in the front seat, nudging it under his wife’s elbow to give her some support. His features softened as he took in the sight of his baby having her breakfast, the image of his wife caring for their daughter never failing to make him emotional. “She must’ve been hungry!”

“Yeah, she was… Poor sweetheart. Not sure I’ll have much left once she’s done with me!” she giggled softly, stroking a finger over her cheek.

Harry smiled, tugging his phone out of his pocket and checking his maps. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” she asked, brow furrowing as she looked up at him.

“I took the wrong turn off back there! Shit… We’ve just never come this way before. Umm… Oh god I’m not sure…” he trailed off, staring intently down at his phone as he tried to work out where they were.

“We’re gonna be so late Haz! I feel terrible!”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry, I just wasn’t paying attention.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “We just have to leave even earlier next time.” She waited a few a moments, and then – “Any luck?”

“Yeah, getting there. Patience baby…”

She let out a huff, slumping back into the seat as she brought the little girl up to wind her.

“Right, I think if we get back on at the next entrance, and then double back… We should be okay. Just won’t get there till… Well, late.”

“Your poor mum, I hope this won’t change her plans at all.”

“Oh, you know mum. She’s so –“

But before he could finish, the biggest burp she’d ever done erupted from the tiny girl. She blinked up at her mum with wide, surprised eyes before breaking into giggles, clapping her hands together. Harry caught her eyes, a smile playing on his lips for a moment before they both joined with her, laughter bubbling from their throats. Tears formed in Harry’s eyes from laughing so hard, a hand gripping his side as he rolled around in his seat.

“Goodness me baby!” he chuckled, finally catching his breath. “That was a big burp! Do you fell better?” he grinned.

She just giggled back at him, dropping her little frame against her mum’s torso and nuzzling against her a little.

“Little poppet… Got that from your dadda definitely! What a big burp!” she smiled, kissing the top of her head. The little girl tucked her thumb in her mouth, content and warm in her mother’s arms.

“Should we get going again then sweetheart? Go and see nanna?” he smiled, watching as his missus carefully got her settled back in her car seat again. 

It wasn’t always easy, but his family was still the absolute best thing that had ever happened to him.

The Me Only He See’s

Jughead x Reader 
Prompt: Y/N is sick of her overbearing parents so decided to sneak out to see Jughead. 
Warnings: Mild Smut references

“Right guys, I should be getting home” you sigh, grabbing your bag from under the table. It was only 10pm but you knew your parents would be expecting you home anytime now.

“Can’t you break curfew just once” Jughead pouted, grabbing your hand, trying to pull you back down to the seat.
“You know I can’t Juggie” you pout back.
“She’s too good” Betty smirks. Betty used to think that she had overpowering parents until she met yours. How your mom tried to dress you like you were three, how they checked your schoolwork every morning to make sure everything was done, how you weren’t allowed to be out past ten thirty on school nights and past eleven on weekdays. Yes, they were definitely insane. You had no other choice but to be too good.
“Can’t you just say that your studying with us for a test tomorrow?” Veronica asks, she hadn’t met your parents yet, which was clear.

“Not a chance that would work on my mom” you laugh, throwing your bag over your shoulder before before turning your attention back to Jughead who had his hand still stuck to yours. The two of you had been best friends for years, it was only a couple of months ago that the two of you finally got together after Betty confessed to him in a moment of weakness how badly you were crushing on him. He luckily felt the same, saving you from months of awkwardness.

You pout back at him again before leaning down to kiss him. As you lean he tried to drag you down onto the seat but you stand strong, breaking the kiss and laughing at his sweet attempt to get you to stay. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” you continue to laugh as you head for the door.

You lie in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling as you think. Your mom had been worse then usual when you got home, you made it ten minutes before cerfew but that didn’t stop her obsessing with where you had been, who you had been with, what you did, e.c.t. e.c.t. When you mentioned Betty’s name to her she smiled, she new the Coopers very well and was there for them throughout everything that happened with Polly, not that I was proud of either of them for it when Betty told me what really happened to Polly.

The moment you mentioned Jughead her face dropped though. She used to love Jughead. The two of you were always round at each others houses as kids, playing games with him and his sister Jellybean. His family was like your family. But as soon as Jughead’s mom and Jellybean left my mom got suspicious, she knew something was wrong. That’s when she suddenly turned against Jughead, thinking he had pushed his mom away, assuming she left because he was too bad for her to handle. No matter how many times I tried to explain the truth to her, how Jughead was living at the drive in and you wanted to help him, let him stay here, she never wanted to listen. You somehow managed to keep your relationship from her, knowing she was try to ban you from seeing him again.

You stir and stir, unable to sleep in the state of annoyance of how un-trusting your parents were. Why couldn’t they just let you be a normal teenager who stayed out at night, hung out with their friends without a care. Not being under house arrest constantly.
Why didn’t you have the confidence to defy them. Just because they wanted you to be at home asleep right now, didn’t mean you really had to be asleep right now…

Quietly getting up out of bed you walk over to your wardrobe, grabbing a pair of jeans, a vest top and your leather jacket. You change as quietly as possible, hoping the slight creaking of floorboards wasn’t going to ruin everything you were planning in your head. You walk over to the window, quietly opening it and staring down at the ground. It wasn’t a huge drop to te grass below but there was a drain pipe right next to your room to make things easier. You stand there for a second, the cold air of the night hitting your face as you think about what you are doing. If your parents wake up to find you gone they wee surely going to be worse, earlier curfews, no more friend. But as you look across the sky which was barely lit with lights shining out of peoples windows, you feel a sense of defiance you had never felt before. A rush of adrenaline enters your veins as you begin to lift yourself out of the window. 

To Jughead: You up?? x

To Y/N: I am indeed, surprised you are though. What’s up? x

To Jughead: Come outside and see…

You smirk as you stand outside the drive in theatres shack, leaning against the fence opposite. You were still feeling such a high from climbing out of the window, seeing Jughead at this time of night was making things so much more exciting. After a few minutes the door to the shack opens. A confused Jughead looks out, his hair all messy from laying down, his hat not sat on his head which surprised you for a second, you could have sworn he slept in that thing. He was dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a grey baggy top. His eyes looked tired but they soon widened, adjusting to the darkness.

“What the hell?” he finally says, looking at you leaning on the fence. You give him a cheeky smile before walking over to him. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I thought we could go on a little adventure”
“Who are you? What have you done with my girlfriend?” he smirks when you finally reach him, placing a hand onto his chest, making him look suprised at how forward you were being.
“Well, I could just go home and go back to being miss goody two shoes, or you could come out and find out what plans I have for you” you say as sexy as possible, feeling like a completely different person in the moment. 

“Hmmm, intriguing” he smirks, his eyes a mix of suggestive and curious, getting to grips of this new side he was seeing of you. You decide to take advantage of the moment and lean up, crashing your lips onto him. It takes him a second to react but soon his lips kiss back hungrily. He begins to bite your bottom lip lightly, pulling it away.  You throw one hand into his hair, pulling him deeper as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for access. You decide to tease him, pulling his hair, making him moan onto your lips as you smirk, knowing you were getting him hot. It was a kiss unlike any kiss you two had had before, they were usually sweet and innocent, this one was fast and passionate. A certain desperation between both of you. This sudden confidence leads you to pull your lips from his, kissing lightly down his jawline which was rough with stubble where he had forgotten to shave, and to his neck, sucking lightly on a sensitive spot. He moans again as he places a hand on your back, attempting you pull you into the shack with him, but you pull back, there was so much to do with tonight.

He tips his head backwards, looking up at the sky as he catches his breath.
“Are you coming then?” you raise an eyebrow, walking towards the exit of the drive in.

Gotta Learn Somehow

Request:  Can I request a smut where Carl walks in on (y/n) masturbating and he like joins her (he like masturbates with her) and they sort of watch each other and then he can’t take it anymore so they eventually end up having loud sex and then the next day everyone like makes jokes and stuff because they heard them? I love your imagines btw they’re amazing?? xo

Warning: SMUT, language idk.

a/n: I just can’t seem to let go of Glenn, someone messaged me asking me about why Glenn is always in my fics after 7x01 and it’s just because I’m in denial lol idk. Also I added a part with Rick’s PoV just because I thought it was cute lol.

Don’t be afraid to request anything or message me telling me what you think, I’ll always answer :) xo

You sit on the sofa and look at the coffee table in front of you and sigh. This had to be the most boring day of your life. Carl was on watch and Enid had gone over the walls and you just weren’t feeling that today. Rick was out with Michonne, Maggie and Glenn and Carol had Judith. You walk over to the book case in the corner and run your finger over each book.

None of them appeal to you and you let out a long, exasperated sigh as you walk to the stairs, up them and into Carl’s bedroom. You find a random comic and lie on his bed, flicking through the pages you sigh as you realise you’ve already read it. But you read it anyway, twice, until you see the sky has darkened drastically and you sigh to yourself.

Before you realise you’re doing it, you squeeze your thighs together and whimper. Recently you had been hornier than usual and on top of it all Carl had been very busy so he never had time.  Your hand ran down your body and to your clothed pussy as you began to rub small circles and you let out a quiet moan. You push your hand passed your trousers and your fingers found your clit as they began to rub harsh but small figure eights.

You back arches off of the bed and you moan as you shut your eyes and picture Carl’s hands instead of yours. You stop your actions for a quick minute to dispose of your clothes. You slide your top off first and through it along with your trousers and underwear.

You continue to do so until you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and your legs start to twitch a little. Your eyes shoot open and your heart speeds up a little as you see Carl stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smirking. You don’t stop your actions you just continue to look at him while pleasuring yourself. He walks over to where you lay naked and he takes his hat off, placing it on the floor. You throw your head back as you continue your actions.

He rids himself of his clothes and lays next to you and you look into his eye for a moment before looking at what he’s doing. He takes a hold of his length and starts to pleasure himself. You moan at the sight of him as your hand comes up to your breast and you tug. You watch him as his hips buck up slightly as he watches you and you see his chest rise and fall deeply. Carl strokes himself as you begin to moan loudly, unaware of how loud you are actually being. Carl is grunting and moaning beside you as he watches you intently. You circle your entrance with a finger before inserting it and then you hear Carl growl beside you.

Before you know it his lips are on yours and his hand is pushing yours away to replace it with his. You gasp as he enters two fingers into you and you try to control your breathing. You fail as you moan out and breath harshly. His lips trail down your neck where he sucks and bites and you are sure he left a mark. He stops what he’s doing and you try to slow down your heart as it pounds heavily against your chest. His face is level with your dripping core as he looks at you.

“So (Y/n), tell me how your day has been.” He says, smirking, and you scoff.

“What?” You exclaim as he’s still level with your pussy but he makes no move.

“I won’t do so much as look at your pussy until you tell me what led you to laying here playing with yourself.” He utters as he still focuses on your face. “I’m waiting.”

“Okay, well before you got here I almost read-ah shit.” his tongue finally attaches to your core as he licks harshly at your clit and your back arches off the bed. He stops once he realises you’ve stopped talking. “Right um, I almost read a book b-but they all s-seemed too boring so I-I came up here t-to read a comic but one thing l-led to another and I ended up touching myself b-because I was s-so bored.” You manage to pant out as he doesn’t stop torturing your clit with his tongue.

“Now was that so hard.” He says as he brings a finger to your entrance and pushes in, causing you to moan very loudly. “Shh. We don’t want people complaining now do we.” He says before his lips attach to your clit again, sucking and licking as you become a moaning mess while he pumps a finger in and out of you.

“P-please Carl.” You mewl.

“Please what (Y/n)?” He whispers against your pussy. You feel yourself start to unravel as his fingers continue to move in and out, in and out.

“Please, I- oh my god Carl!” You almost scream as you come around his fingers and thrash against him. He starts to slow his actions as your hips grind against his fingers and you breath heavily until he removes his fingers and pops them in his mouth. You watch his and he winks at you when he notices you’re watching him and he moves you so you are on your side as he lays behind you so his face is level with your shoulder.

You can’t see what he’s doing behind you but you can feel it as he lines himself up to your entrance and only allows the tip to enter you. You wait for a couple of seconds before you feel his hips snap against yours and your head tips back as you rest on you elbows. He thrusts into you as you feel his lips kiss your shoulders as you moan loudly. With your free hand you clamp it over your mouth as you begin to breath heavily and you feel your high approaching for the second time that day.

Carl moans a string of the words ‘shit’ and 'fuck’ as he continues to thrust into you.

“Come (Y/n), do it for me.” He whispers in your ear before placing his lips upon your temple. Your hand drops from your mouth to the sheets as you grip at them and moan loudly as you come undone.

“Oh god Carl!” The sound of your voice vibrates from the walls as Carl, next to you, moans your name as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your back. You both still, fatigue rushing over your bones and breathing heavily as you try to calm your selves before you feel the bed dip and see Carl stand to grab his shirt from the ground only to wipe his come off of your back.

He pulls you to him so that your head is in his chest and his hand runs through your hair.

“Sleep now.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“This day wasn’t so boring after all.” You say and you feel him smirk.

Ricks PoV: I step through the door and place my gun on the side, kicking my boots off while Michonne trails in behind me, holding Judith in her arms. Then the sound of (Y/n)’s voice rattles through the house.

“Oh god Carl!” I feel my eyes widen as (y/n)’s voice sounds more like a moan. I turn to look at Michonne and she stares back at me, her eyes as wide as mine. The sound of Carl’s moans then echo through the house.

“Are they-?” She whispers as her eyebrows furrow and she starts chuckle. I do the same as we walk into the living room.

“They’re kids, they have to learn sometime right?” I mutter as we both sit, chuckling to ourselves while Judith sits on Michonne’s lap and the moans stop.

We wait for almost 15 minutes to see if there would be anymore noises from the bedroom.

“I’m guessing they’re done?” Michonne says while Judith sleeps on the sofa.

“The only way to know for sure is to just go up there.” I say as I stand and Michonne stands with me. We both walk up the stairs and to Carls closed bedroom door. I knock before opening the door and prepare myself but when I step inside I breath out a sigh of relief. There are clothes scattered on the floor as they both lay asleep and Carl is hugging (Y/n) as close to him as he can. The sight is sobering and I smile. He may be young but I know he’s in love and that she makes him happy.

Normal PoV: You stir as you feel Carl’s arms wrapped around your torso and you rub your eyes and yawn. You climb out of the bed gently, making sure not to wake Carl as you reach for Carl’s flannel and your bottoms.

“Come back to bed for 5 more minutes please.” Carl’s whines and you laugh.

“Sorry I woke you but we should probably get up anyway.” You say as Carl’s huffs.

“Fine.” He sits up and grabs his trousers and a different flannel when he says you’re wearing his. You both walk down the stairs and to the kitchen but stop when you see there are eyes on you. Rick, Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl, Sasha and Carol all stare at you both as they smirk and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“What?” Carl’s brows furrow. Rick’s mouth hangs open as he stares at his son.

“What? Don’t what us. The whole of freaking Alexandria heard you two last night.” He says as he laughs.

“They’ve gotta learn somehow right?” Daryl chuckles and you laugh and Carl looks at you smiling.

“Hey.” Rick points to you two with his spoon. “We’re gonna talk about this later.” You both nod as he turns serious. He grabs your hand and leads you too the living room.

“That was so embarrassing.” You utter as your hands cover your face and you smile.

“They’re not going to let us live this down are they?” He chuckles and you shake your head.

“Nope. Maybe we should do it again just to piss them off.” You say and he smirks.

“Maybe we should just do it again because I fucking love you.” His eyebrow raises as you place a kiss to his lips.

“We’ll see.” You whisper.

The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

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“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.

“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”

As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”

“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.


“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

Not-Dates and Mistletoe

My entry for the fantastic @kagehinaficzine! I had the absolute pleasure of working alongside @jaybele who did the most incredible art to go with this little story, which you can view right here

Hinata had always believed that Christmas Eve was a time for couples. That’s what his mother had told him—a day for romance, for exchanging presents, for seeing the snowy trees and shiny lights, for knotted hands over candlelit dinners and all those other things couples do.

But that can’t be right.

It can’t be, because if it were, there’s no way Kageyama would’ve chosen Christmas Eve of all days for the two of them to travel into town.

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Fallen Idols - Part 2

Word Count: 5209

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence 

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for being my beta 

Series Rewrite Masterlist

“Y/N.” You buried your face further the scratchy motel pillow, letting out some kind of weird whiny noise and pulled the blanket over your head. “Y/N, someone else got killed. We gotta go check it out.”

“Let Sheriff Stupidhead handle it, Sam.” You mumbled and reached out for Dean to bury your face in his chest, only to realize he wasn’t there.

“He went to grab some coffee and breakfast.”

You groaned in protest and sat up, using one hand to throw your hair out of your face. Sam sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hand on your knee. “So…that nightmare last night sounded kinda bad. You wanna talk about it?”

“What nightmare?” You questioned. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, Sam? I slept fine.”

“You –“ Sam stuttered, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at you in confusion. “You were crying in your sleep again. You’ve been doing it for weeks. You really don’t remember?”

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Stable Boy - Tom Holland Imagine

Prompt: The reader visits her grandma’s farm over the summer. During her stay she meets an unexpected stranger.

 For - @ireallyneedhelplikenow

Warnings: fluff, slightly hurt reader

Word Count: 1,619

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you liked it. :) P.s I am terrible with identifying horse breeds so I apologize if I get it wrong.


If you had a favorite place to spend your time at it would be your grandma’s farm. You basically grew up there, but as you got older your parents got new jobs and were forced to move out to the city, making you’re visits less and less. But since you were finally an adult visiting her was the best way to spend your independence

You were driving up the drive way seeing your grandma already outside on her swing sat down with a cup of something.

You parked the car and stepped out. You looked all around you taking in the fresh air and peacefulness.

“Beautiful isn’t it!” Your grandma stood up on her porch.

“It feels good to be back here” You walked up to her embracing her in a hug.

“It’s good to see you. I mean look at you! So grown and beautiful” She cupped your cheeks.

“I’m not a child anymore grams” You smiled at her.

“Oh I know” She nodded.

“Hows your mom?”

“I don’t know she’s your daughter” You shrugged not being able to keep the smile off your face.


“Moms…mom. I hardly ever see her though do to her work” You frowned.

“I told that girl to not go into business” Your grandma shook her head.

“What can you do” You shrugged.

“I know what you can do” She smirked.

“Grandma this is incredible!” You exclaimed as you both arrived at her stables. There were many different people you didn’t think you knew. The workers were either on horses or tending to other things needed to be done.

“Cost a fortune, but it’s home” She smiled proudly. 

“You out did yourself grandma!” You went up to give her a hug.

“Speaking of home I think there’s someone who would be thrilled to see you!”.

She ushered you forward. She walked you to the stables where some horses were in there stalls. You walked down the stalls gazing at the beautiful creatures.

“Now where is that boy!” 


As if on cue a guy walked out of a stall wearing a dark t-shirt, worn out jeans, and work boots. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t the least bit attractive.

“You called Ms. M/L/N?” He approached you two. 

“Tom what did we say, call me Martha” She playfully gave him a stern.

“Oh and this is my grand daughter Y/N”.

“R-right, sorry Martha. Hello Y/N nice to meet you” He shook your hand

“Same here” You gave a small smile.

“So what can I help you ladies with?” He eyes lingered on you bit longer. You got his gaze and averted your gaze down blushing red.

“Is Noir in his stall?” Your grandma asked.

“Yeah I just brushed him an hour ago” He pointed over his shoulder.

“Noir?” You walked past them noticing the black mare horse poking its head out of the stall.

“Is it really you?” You slowly stroked his hair up to his head. “I can’t believe you’re still here boy” You muttered.

“Like I would ever get rid of such a beauty, especially if he’s yours to begin with” You grandma walked up to you.

“I t-thought…When w-we left” You stammered.

“Your mother may not have wanted him, but she can’t get rid my horses that easily. Why do you think I started this place” She gestured around her.

“Thank you so much grandma” You hugged her tightly.

“Anything for you my dear” She held your face in her hands.

“Can I ride him?” You smirked at her.


“Yes thank you s-!”

“But only if you take Tom just in case something happens” She cut you off.

You were about to argue your half until she spoke again.

“Noir may be your horse Y/N, but you’ve been gone for too long. You may not be that great of a rider you once were” She pointed out. You knew she had a point. It has been a while since you’ve ridden on a horse.

“Fine” You sighed.

“Be safe. I have to go take care of a few things” She walked off.

“So…” You turned to Tom.

“We need to get you geared up” He pulled a saddle off one of the walls and practically shoved it into your chest. You groaned.

“You’re a long way from home Y/N. Its about time I show you how we country folk do it” He placed a hat on your head, but it tilted to the side. He gave you a cheeky smile before grabbing a saddle of his own. Here goes nothing.

Getting onto Noir was more difficult than you expected it to be. The bond you two once had would take a while to gain back. Once you were sat properly on top of him. Tom got on top of his horse and pulled the rope of Noir making him move forward, and you four were off.

“So how long have you’ve been working for my grandma?” You looked at him.

“A couple months. A year at most” He shrugged.

“She seems to like you. She doesn’t just hire anybody” You offered a smile.

“Well she is friends with my parents so I guess it was just an easy way into the job”. He smiled back at you.

“So whats a city girl like you doing out in the country?”

“I missed my home. It was about damn time to visit it” You looked forward.

“Home? Did you live here before?” He quirked at eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. My uh parents and I had to move due to their work, so we had to leave behind everything we’ve ever known. My mom hasn’t came back here since then” You gazed down at your hand wrapped around Noirs’s ropes.

“Sorry to here it” He smiled sincerely.

“It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I’m here now and I can enjoy it in peace” You closed your eyes and breathed in.

“Yeah it’s quite the scenery here” He looked out into the open.

You did the same. 

You weren’t paying attention to the ground. You didn’t see the snake that had made its way out in front of Noir and he neighed out in fear. He stood up on his hind legs knocking you off him in the process. You fell back hard. Noir took off in the opposite direction you were going in. You landed on your back and the air was sucked right out of you. You were desperately trying to get air in your system.

“Y/N!” Tom hurried off his horse and was at your side in an instance. You were feeling a little numb to the pain in your back. You were huffing in and out quickly. Tom had noticed this and picked you up in his arms he carefully placed you on his horse and climbed on holding you tightly not wanting to let you fall. He tugged the horses ropes and galloped back to the stables.

He saw Noir ahead of you guys and knew he wouldn’t get lost. That horse always knew how to get back.

He came in fast past the gate that was open and halted his horse to a stop. One of the workers noticed Tom holding you in his arms and came rushing over in concern.

“What happened?!” He helped you two down. Once you were on your feet you lost your balance. Tom steadied you picking you up again.

“Noir got spooked and threw her off him” Tom nodded towards the open gate.

“Did he go far?”

“No he was close to the fence when we arrived”

“Alright. I’d get her to Nancy for a check-up” He said before taking off.

“I know!” Tom called out.

“I’m fine” You mumbled.

“Sure you are love” He said amused.

He walked into a door. “Hey Tom how-”. Nancy noticed you in his arms and her nurse state kicked in. “Is she okay?” Tom sat you down on the bed gently. “Noir threw her off his back. She fell pretty badly” He informed her. “Poor thing”. She muttered. “What’s your name sweetie?”. 


“Okay Y/N I am going to need to look you over. Don’t worry it won’t take long” She smiled reassuringly. You nodded in response.

She did the normal basics. Following the light with your eyes. The stethoscope placed on your chest and back, and she’d tell you to breath in an out. Making sure nothing was broken. She examined your back and said it was a little red, but it wasn’t anything serious. Nancy told you to take it easy for a few days just to be sure. You and Tom were sent on your way out.

“See, told you I was fine”.

“And what would have happened if you weren’t” He rolled his eyes.

“But I am” You softly said.

“Just stay away from horses while you’re here” He nodded at you.

“Then what else am I suppose to do here during my stay”.

He smirked. You did not like the look of it, but man was it sexy.

“You could always help me in the stalls. Help out with the maneuver” 

“Ha you’re on your own buddy!” You patted his chest and walked off.

“Oh come on!” He shouted after you.

“Maybe I could you in other ways!” You suggested. You smirked at him.

“I’ll take you up on that offer!” He smiled brightly at you knowingly.

“See you later stable boy!”.

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Family {39}

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None?

Words: 1,279

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38

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Moulin Rouge! // Min Yoongi


the prompt: do you think you could write a yoongi x reader fic? Something with a situation/plot like Moulin Rouge?

words: 6636

category: moulin rouge au

disclaimer: all references and rights of moulin rouge go to it’s original creators.

author note: right so I watch the whole movie and there are like 7 different angsty plot twists. i skipped only a few. anyway this is a lot like the movie since it was fresh on my mind so i hope you don’t mind that. I also took a few things that I wasn’t comfortable with writing out. I hope you guys enjoy this because it’s my longest scenario yet at 6k+ words.

- destinee

Originally posted by bwiseoks

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Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B ❤️ @chrisevans-imagines Oh man, your birthday is really soon! I hate how expensive postage is, so I’m glad Tumblr is free. We can consider this an unconventional present, right? Sorry this didn’t come out at it’s regular time, I was a little distracted watching Zac Efron movies last night. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A)

It was only 7:00AM when you got to Ava’s room, but she was already having breakfast while her hairstylist worked on putting her long locks into an elegant up-do. “Aw, babe. You look exhausted.” You spotted a sympathetic smile on her lips when you moved to stand behind her and she caught you in her sights. “You know you don’t have to get up so early, you can come when the beauticians are ready to work on you.”

“And miss the chance to have a little girl talk?” You giggled, pulling up a chair so you could get off your feet. “No thanks.” You bit playfully and she laughed, reaching behind her to squeeze your hand before returning to her cereal. “So how are you feeling?” You asked, resting your hands on your belly. “I feel like we haven’t had as much alone time since the guys came to our lives. I love them, but there are some days where I’d still rather just you and me.”

“Yes, take me back to those good old days.” She joked and you nodded, laughing. “I’m feeling good, really good. I’m excited to get married, and I’m excited to meet our little boy and your little boy and- Things are good, really good,” she nodded and you found yourself nodding in agreement. “And how are you doing? Are you a little less overwhelmed now?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ve had some time to really just sit and bask in the fact that I am pregnant and I am going to be a mom. Chris and I went to a birthing class together for the first time, which is ridiculous considering Jack’s due next month.” Ava nodded, laughing; she and Sebastian signed up for all the classes as soon as they found out they were pregnant. “And I finally joined him shopping for clothes and other nursery items instead of letting mom and Lisa take my place. I don’t know, it’s still a little overwhelming but I am feeling much better about it all. Chris has been a rock, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“You’d strive anyway,” she winked and you smiled, “you’re amazing like that.”

“Knock knock,” Ava’s mom poked her head into the room and you both turned to smile at her. Your smile widened when you saw who was with her; Ava’s baby brother, Kian. You smiled and gave him a little wave, earning one in return. “I hope we’re not interrupting, we just thought we’d come and see how things were going. Kian also had something he wanted to give his big sister. Go on, sweetheart. Go give Ava the present you got her,” she released his hand and he padded over to Ava with a little paper bag.

“How are you, Mandy?” You smiled at her when she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you.

“You’re asking me? I should be asking you that,” she smiled and gave your belly a gentle rub. Your smiles widened when Jack kicked under her palm. “I heard about your RV road trip,” she chuckled when she pulled her hand away, and you bit back your smile. “You poor darlings, maybe you should just stay in New York and have the baby here.”

“No way,” you laughed, “Chris would have a heart attack. Ever since Seb saw me in a Yankees cap, he has been sending me Yankees merchandise for my birthday and Christmas presents. And he knows I’m not an actual baseball fan, he just likes messing with Chris.” Mandy laughed. “I am not going to give him another reason to drive Chris up the wall by giving birth in New York. Seb will mark Jack with the Yankees seal and Chris will pop a vessel.”

“Funny you should say that,” Ava looked at you and her mom through the mirror as she picked her brother up to sit him on her lap. “Seb was actually hoping you’d go into labor while you were in New York.” You laughed because why were you not surprised? “He has a little Yankees cap with Jack’s name embroidered on the back waiting in our apartment to- he said and I quote, ‘bless Baby Cap’s little head with’.”

“He couldn’t just get one for his own son and leave Jack out of it?”

“We haven’t thought of a name yet, but don’t worry- our little peanut will get a hat too.” She said, drawing laughter from you and Mandy. “What did you get me, Kian?” She asked in a softer, gentler voice as she addressed her brother. “Thank you so much, little man.” She took the little paper bag and gasped when she pulled out Cartier’s signature red box; the size looked like the contents involved a necklace. “Is this a joke?” She turned to face her mom with furrowed brows. “How much did you guys spend?”

“Enough for our daughter to know how happy we are for her,” she got to her feet and kissed the top of Ava’s head. Ava sighed, but smile and kissed her mom’s cheek as a thank you. “We’ll leave you girls to it. Come on,” she lifted Kian into her arms and exited.

“What is it?” You sat forward to peer over Ava’s shoulder as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a eye-catching sapphire necklace. You smiled when you saw Ava’s eyes quickly fill with tears, knowing she was touched by her parents’ thoughtfulness and generosity. She didn’t show much interest when you asked her if she wanted to meet the old wedding tradition: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a six pence in one’s shoe. It may have been a folklore that originated from her country, but she was a lot more practical than you were; she didn’t live her life like it was a romantic comedy. Either way, you could tell she was overjoyed with the gift from the look in her eyes when you said, “looks like you got your something new and something blue after all.”

• • • • • • • •

Sebastian stood in front of the full length mirror in his room and adjusted his tie. His eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall behind him; 11:43AM which meant there were seventeen minutes until he was officially married. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his hands together, all the while experiencing the incessant flutters that came from the wings of the butterflies living in his stomach. Now he knew Ava was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but it didn’t stop him from feeling nervous. Everything was happening so quickly, he was going to get married today and in June- he was going to become a father to a baby boy. All these were great things that he was excited for, but it was a little overwhelming. You and Sebastian were similar there; you were extremely good at psyching yourselves out. Hence why you’d both found life partners in Chris and Ava, they were good at bringing the two of you back to reality.

“Bas,” Chace threw a scrunched up ball of paper across the room and got Sebastian in the shoulder, earning the attention he wanted from his best friend. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly at the nervous expression on Sebastian’s face. “Do you need some air?” He asked and got a head shake 'no’ from Sebastian.

“It’s okay if you do,” Don told him. “I did too.”

“I know it is,” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But I don’t.”

“You sure?” Anthony furrowed his brows. “'Cause you lo-”

“Oh my God,” Sebastian growled under his breath. “Yes I’m sure.”

They all stopped asking, pressing their lips together. It was clear he needed something, but they didn’t know what. Of course Chris knew- not because he knew Sebastian the best out of all the guys in the room, but because he had felt what Sebastian was feeling on his wedding day. He needed to see you then as much as Sebastian needed to see Ava now. It would’ve seemed ridiculous to anyone else considering he was going to see her in fifteen minutes, but Chris understood. Sebastian helped the two of you have an amazing moment before the wedding, the least Chris could do was get him to Ava. He pulled out his phone and texted you: “Seb needs to see Ava, think you can get her to the lighthouse?” The reply he got from you drew a chuckle from him: “I was just about to text you the same thing. Yes, we’re heading there now.”

“C'mon, Seb.” Chris placed both hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and started to steer him out of the room. “Trust me.” He said when Sebastian tried to fight his actions. “You need some air out by the lighthouse,” Chris spoke in a tone that Sebastian immediately understood; he bolted out the door. “We’ll be back before the wedding starts,” he assured all the confused faces in the room then ran after Sebastian.

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Part 4C

Warm Roses

Wonho x Reader

Birthday AU

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

905 words

(A/N: My first fic is for Vivi ( @m0nst4x ), a kind, beautiful, and talented precious peach. I wish you all the love, good health, and joy in the world on this special day and for all the years to come~ 💖💖💖)


“Surprise, Love!”

A familiar voice greeted you excitedly to the piercing sound of a party horn being blown. You had just stepped into your apartment, the smell of warm vanilla was strong in the air and all the lights completely turned off. You were quite a bit confused, but there wasn’t much time to let your thoughts ponder before your boyfriend jumped out from under the dining table.

The weak light of candles on a small, homemade cake on the table illuminated his features warmly, and you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy just from seeing the bright smile on his face and that ridiculous cone party hat resting on his head. Even if your day had been very stressful and tiring, your mind forgot about all of it as he came over and scooped you up in his arms tightly, pulling you into his chest as he spun you around once or twice just to hear you laugh.

When your feet were back on the ground, Wonho couldn’t help but pepper your face with little kisses. He knew things had been rough lately, you told him every night of all your troubles and worries, and he was always there to listen. Whether he was a shoulder to cry on or simply there to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to bring a smile to your precious face again, he always wanted to be there to support you, the light of his life.

A bright smile bloomed on your face that made his heart flutter. It was one of the many perks about you that made him fall in love, your ability to always make his heart melt as much as the first day he met you.

“Did you do all of this for me?” You said in awe as your eyes spotted the balloons and decorations scattered all around the apartment. Wonho was supposed to be working today, but he took a day off to make sure you were loved and happy on this special day.

He smiled, enlightened at your praise for his work. “Of course I did,” he softly took your hand in his and guided you to a cushioned seat at the table.

You hadn’t noticed the huge, fragrant bouquet of roses that lay on the counter top before, but before you could ask about them he was already grabbing them off the table, presenting them in front of you confidently. The whole bouquet was dominated by red roses, except for one very different one in the middle. It was a clear yellow, with fiery streaks of orange on each fragile petal, and you couldn’t help but wonder the reasoning behind this unique arrangement, but he spoke up, already sensing your wonder beforehand.

“These are for you, my rose.” He gently picked out the yellow one you’d had your eye on earlier, “Out of all the people, you stood out to me, just like this special rose. You’re unique and amazing, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you in my life.”

You felt your eyes tearing up as he set the flowers back on the counter top. Letting his loving eyes gaze down at you, he carefully wiped away at them with his thumb, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did Kihyun tell you to do that?”

“How did you know?” He blushed and buried his cheeks behind his hands in embarrassment.

You shuffled over to him, taking his wrists in your grasp and pulling them apart to reveal his flushed cheeks. He looked down at you lovingly before you pressed a kiss to his soft cheek, making his heart explode. “How did I end up with someone so cute?”

He shifted an arm out of your grasp and slowly wiped away a bit of frosting from the bottom of the cake. You didn’t realize his plans until there was already a big lump of sugary frosting on the tip your nose.

“What was that for?” You asked, reaching for a napkin to wipe it off, but Wonho stopped you midway. He had a more convenient method in mind… a soft kiss at the tip of your nose that left you feeling flustered and warm.

“There we go.” He winked playfully, “all better now huh, Kitten?”

His pleasing cologne caught your attention as you winked back to him. Well, at least you tried to wink back at him, although it ended up looking more like a piece of dust flew into your eye, sparking a fit of laughter as he ruffled your hair. He brought you into his embrace once again, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing his lips lightly against your sensitive skin.

 On the table below, the cake still sat. The candles had started dripping dark puddles of warm wax on the pale frosting, but you didn’t mind having to pick it off later. All your attention was focused on the feeling of Wonho’s fingers as they dragged lightly around your waist, the way his warm breath brushed over your neck, and the sense of comfort that came with being in his arms.

This feeling of love, it was a bliss you hoped to have for the rest of your life.

“Now Sweetheart,” Wonho said lovingly, “you should probably blow out the candles~”

Until the End (Pippa X Reader)

Words: 1782

Summary: You get some difficult news and live your final days

Warnings: Potentially horrible writing, ANGST

“I’m very sorry,” the doctor said as he stood in front of you with a solemn face. You felt your stomach drop. You looked around the room, trying to find something to concentrate on as your world seemed to fall apart. Your gaze landed on the clock on the wall.

“I need to get to work,” You said quietly, seeming to stumble over your words. He nodded and set up your next appointment before you made your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater.

Your eyes were glued to the ground as you walked down the streets of New York. You had always wanted to do something meaningful with your life. Yes, you got your roles on Broadway. You got your role in Hamilton. You met the love of your life. But, that’s just it. There was still so much to do. So many things to do. And, you seemed to be running out of time.  

God, there was so much. So many roles. So many things you could do. So many things you wanted to do. Your stomach fell more and more as fear crept upon you. You’d be playing your last show as Angelica soon. You’d be saying goodbye to so many so soon. You’d never be able to play another role. You’d never be able to have kids. Hell, you’d never be able to get married. Oh god. What would Pippa say?

Your gaze set upon the sign for the theater and your heart broke. You walked to the entrance and made your way backstage.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Daveed said as he and Oak walked by. You smiled in response, afraid of what would happen if you tried to speak. You greeted the rest of the company, trying to be as cheerful as you could. You made your way down to the dressing room you shared with Pippa and Jasmine.

As you stepped inside, you recognized the voice of Renee accompanying theirs.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jasmine greeted from the couch where her and Renee sat. Pippa got up and trapped you in an embrace.

“Hey guys,” You said with a weak smile, about to start crying in your girlfriend’s arms. Pippa’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you with her eyes almost asking you “what’s wrong?” You gave her a small nod as if to say that you’d explain later. You gave Renee and Jasmine.

“So, Renee, what brings you back?” You said trying to distract yourself.

“Oh no reason in particular. Alexis agreed to take the kids out tonight so that I could watch my favorite sisters perform.”

Their conversation continue as your heart panged. It wouldn’t be much more time until you couldn’t perform along their sides. You looked around the dressing room, almost trying to memorize how it looked. Pippa sat down next to you and placed her hand on your knee, similar to how the doctor had done not too long prior. You turned to her and buried your head into her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She whispered in your ear. You nodded just as you had done earlier. The thought of telling her tore your heart to shreds. How would you tell her? How could you? “Hey guys,” she said addressing the two other girls, “can we borrow the room for a moment?”

“Of course, we’ll be right outside if you need us.” Jasmine gave the two of you a small smile as they stepped out.

“Okay, what’s wrong, love? You’ve been off since you stepped in,” She said with her eyes full of concern. You looked down to the ground as you tried to find the words to tell her. She lifted your head ever so slightly to look you in the eyes.

“I-” You paused. “I went to the doctor’s this morning,” You said quietly.

“What happened (Y/N)? Are you okay?” She asked, her words laced with worry.

“Pip,” You paused, knowing that the next words would make everything so real. You looked back down not wanting to see her face. “I have cancer.”

The words seemed surreal leaving your mouth. You felt her arms wrap around you as you thought of just unreal it was. The tears came flowing down your face. Once they started, you couldn’t seem to get it to stop. She rubbed your back lovingly as you felt her own tears fall.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She whispered, her voice seeming more and more weak with every second that passed.

You sat there like that for what seemed like hours (despite only being a few minutes). She finally sat back and looked you with overwhelming sadness. You took a deep breath knowing that the next words to come would be even worse.

“One year.” Her face dropped even more despite not seeming possible.

“What?” She said breathless.

“The doctor’s estimate was one year. It might be longer, but-” You were interrupted by her arms wrapping you in a hug. She seemed even more hysterical than you both were moments earlier.

“We’ll get through this, love, I promise.” She said as she calmed down. “Do you want me to ask Lin if your alternate could perform tonight?”

“No, I- I need to do this.” She nodded in understanding as she took your hand in hers. “Let’s go see everyone,” You said with a small smile pulling her up with you.

The two of you walked outside hand in hand. The rest of the company sat outside talking.

“Hey love birds!” Anthony said jokingly until the two of you came closer when everyone noticed your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Are you two okay?” He asked with concern, his goofy expression turning serious in an instant.

“I actually need to tell you guys something.” You said quietly as you took a seat, suddenly feeling exhausted. Pippa rested her arm around you, kissing the top of your head. The cast turned to you with concern. “You know,” You paused, “you guys are family to me.”

“And you’re family to us (Y/N).” Chris said.

“I’m going to be, um, I’m going to stop performing soon.” Lin frowned.

“We’ll miss you a lot (Y/N). Did you land another role?”

“Better than Angelica?” Daveed continued with a smirk.

“Oh please, Diggs, what is there that’s ‘better than Angelica’?” Renee asked with a laugh causing the rest of the company to join in laughter.

“Actually, no.” You frowned. “I found out this morning that,” Your words seemed to get stuck in your throat. You put your head in the crook of Pippa’s neck trying not to burst into tears for the second time that day. Thankfully, she understood the trouble you were having.

“She has cancer,” She said in a small voice. You looked up at the cast as you composed yourself. The faces of every person in the room dropped. Jasmine almost immediately began to sob in Anthony’s shirt. Lin’s mouth dropped open. Leslie looked down as if he were about to start crying as well. Oak was the first to get up and hug you tight. The rest followed suit and joined in the hug.

That was the hardest show any of you had performed. Pippa’s scream after Stay Alive (Reprise) was especially awful. You nearly broke down as you sung It’s Quiet Uptown. Pippa and Lin could hardly stop crying as you sang. The cast rotated in and out of your dressing room as you came on and off stage.

That night, you and Pippa sat on your couch in silence. You laid in her arms as she mindlessly played with your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

During your last show, you struggled. Hell, the entire cast did. You were so exhausted from treatment that someone continuously held you up, trying to seem natural. Lin stood in front of the crowd at the end of the show in his full Alexander Hamilton get up.

“As most of you know, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s last show.” He called for Pippa and you to come up to center stage. You stood there in confusion. She turned to you.

“My love,” She started. “When we first met, I instantly fell in love with you. You made me feel so… so… “

“Helpless?” She laughed lightly.

“What I’m trying to say is that I know that we don’t have our entire lives ahead of us. But, I want you to know that I’ll be right here next to you. Always. Every moment until the last.” She got down on a knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” Your hands flew to your mouth in shock. You shook your head and wrapped her in a hug.

And, she did. After you left the show officially, Pippa took a break from Hamilton. She was always by your side. The cast rotated in and out of your shared apartment and later, your hospital room.

Most of the cast stood in your small room.

“I’m going to get some food,” Daveed said as most of them agreed.

“Pip, go with them. You still need to eat.” You told her. She nodded reluctantly and followed them out. You were left with Anthony and Jasmine. “Guys.” Jasmine put her hand on yours. “It’s time.”

“No, no. (Y/N),” Anthony started.

“Can you please take Pippa home with you two?”

“What? You shouldn’t-”

“Please, Ant, I can’t have her here. She hasn’t slept in weeks-”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t be alone when you go,” Jasmine continued.

“Guys, please.”

The cast said their goodbyes an hour later. You hugged Lin extra tight.

“Thank you for everything.”

Jasmine and Anthony, especially, had tears running down their faces.

“I love you, Pip.”

The couple nearly had to drag her from the hospital. You looked down at your ring with a small smile reminiscing on the times you had with her. You looked at the flowers that flooded your room, knowing exactly who gave you what. Lin sent almost half of them. You looked at the giant teddy bear by your window that Chris brought with him during your first month of being there. It had his extra George Washington hat on it. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you smiled at everything Alexander Hamilton’s story had brought you to. You reached for your phone and clicked to the group chat.

I love you all. x

You started to text them before sleeping during your final months. They didn’t know that this would be the last they’d receive.

My love, take your time.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Stars (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by stanxstan

Prompt: May I request a one shot of Bucky based off the prompt “you feel like home,” just something fluffy? 

Can I request a 1940s reader and Bucky first time? Maybe it isn’t his but it is hers and they had to sneak away and all he can do is lay is sport coat on the ground for her or something?

Word Count: 3.1k 

A/N: GUESS WHO GOT SUPER CARRIED AWAY WRITING THIS? But it’s 1940s!Bucky, who’s too good and pure for this world and I adore him and SOMEONE GIVE ME ONE OF THESE MEN. I WOULD LIKE ONE. Anywho. It’s fluff then smut. Thank you to the two anons who requested this! 

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40’s Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None that I can think of.

Word Count: 908

Author’s Note: Other fic from my old tumblr account. 40′s Bucky has my heart.

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

(I don’t own the gif. All the rights go to the rightful owners/creators.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey >o< could I get RFA + V & Saeran finding out the MC self harms? It's fine if no! Tysm baby!

Hello Anon :D I hope that you don’t self-harm in real life :) If anyone that reads this actually does self-harms, please find a professional to help you with your problem. Since self-harming is a serious issue and should be taken care of :)

Anyways, the HCs turns out pretty long and….. I stopped without V and Saeran because I run out of ideas. hahaha. Sorrryy~~


  • He was helping you move out from your apartment. You are on the other room clearing the kitchen
  • He was tidying up your wardrobes, when he finds a shoebox. He was feeling cheeky and thought it was your small memento box Instead it was your equipment box, the sharp metals, iodine, ointments, cotton buds, band-aid.
  • He spins his head trying to figure out what it was.  Why would you keep your first aid kit on top of your wardrobe? Somewhere hard to reach.
  • He went to the kitchen and wanted to ask you.  You’re wearing a one piece dress and you’re standing on a chair, taking things from the top cupboard.  When you step down, the skirt got stuck and it reveals your thighs.
  • You know Zen’s eyes went into the small band-aids lined on your thighs, so you hide them immediately.
  • He was grieved when he found out the truth, even though you explain to him it eases your anxiety, he wants you to stop.
  • He helps you get professional help and gives you encouragement so you won’t feel sad anymore.


  • Jumin thought you had a thing with curling iron, it’s always on top of your dresser. Even though you didn’t appear with curled hair every day.
  • When he saw you wearing a jacket on a hot day, Jumin asked why. “I got burned by my own curling iron, I’m so silly, Jumin.” He just thought you’re being clumsy, when in fact you’re hiding burn marks on your arm.
  • He offered if you want a hairstylist instead so you don’t have to do the hardwork yourself. You declined.
  • One day, he was home early after a business lunch. He planned to surprise you so he didn’t tell you. The maid says you haven’t been out of your room since breakfast.
  • He opened your bedroom, found you on sitting on your dresser. You jumped in surprise. Your surprise fuelled his curiosity. Curling iron on your hand.
  • “Jumin… You’re back.” You straightened your lifted skirt and greets him. That was when he asks you the truth.
  • He sent the best practitioners for you and safe-proofed the house. No sharp objects and others, of course no curling iron anymore.
  • He’ll watch over you and support you until you get better.


  • He always praises you for having full and beautiful hair. He even jokes that both of you are such hair aficionados since he dyed his hair too.
  • One day he went to your house for a surprise visit, you saw him from the peephole and you freak out. You don’t have time to wear your hair clips. So you wore a hat.
  • Yoosung was a bit surprised when he saw you wearing a hat indoors. You never took off the hat, even when he asks you to.
  • So when he borrowed your bathroom that is located inside the bedroom, he found heaps of hair on the floor. He thought you were having a bad hairfall that’s why you’ve been hiding your hair under the hat.
  • But you feel bad and you told him the truth.
  • He thinks of a way out for you and asks around. Finding the right place to treat you and cheers you all the way.


  • He realised you’ve been dropping off a lot of weight.
  • “MC, are you on a diet?” “No.”
  • You followed his diet of Honey Buddha and PhD Pepper. In fact you ate even more than him to the point that Saeyoung thinks you’re depleting his stock faster than it has ever been.
  • He also realised you’ve been spending a lot of time in the gym. You’ll come back after like lots of hours in the gym, body drenched in sweat but you don’t look the little bit tired. You’re still doing cartwheels or shadow box even at home.
  • Then you crashed, you can spent several days lying on the bed, unable to do anything because your body hurts too much.
  • That is when Saeyoung realises there’s something wrong with you. So you told him the truth.
  • He searched for the best counsellor there is and arranged for an online correspondence. He watches over you and keeps track of your progress.
  • Compliments you all the time and helps you step back into a healthier lifestyle.