and i love girl with a pearl earring and this is amazing

Take It - (M)

Kris, hope you enjoy being hurt~
p.s I hope this kills you babies as much as it kills Kris <3 

Genre; S M U T

Length; just a smidgen over 3,000 words

Kink(s);  exhibitionism/public sex, oral (receiving), slight degradation, slight overstimulation, Daddy kink

Originally posted by a-zesty-lemon

Usually, you loved shopping- you loved looking for cute outfits or just searching for lovely pieces to add to your wardrobe, but when it came to looking for formal clothes; you dreaded it. You found it boring and tedious- all the dresses seemed to look like one another, there was really never anything unique about any of them. 

But despite your feelings toward formal wear, you came along- knowing that it’d be a very important event for him and the others.

Hoseok and you seemed to walk around the mall for hours, going into each fancy department store five times over, looking for what the two of you would wear to tonight’s dinner. 

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A Night To Remember

Originally posted by tutrinhh157

  • Member: Park Jihoon 
  • Genre: fluffy/bit of angst at the start
  • Word Count: 2880 words
  • Summary: When your parents meet up with their old friends and you meet their gorgeous son, Park Jihoon. The dinner goes horribly wrong and Jihoon whisks you away for one of the best nights of your life.
  • Requested: Yes


“y/n come on get dressed nicely, we need to get to the restaurant!!” your mum exclaims (okay y’all i’m australian so we say mum instead of mom so no it’s not a typo). You groan and get up out of your warm comfy bed and dress up so you can go to dinner with your parents to see their friends which they haven’t seen in 20 years. Your mum said it was a super fancy place they were going so I needed to dress up to the tens. You take a quick shower and style your hair into a half up half down hairstyle, you slip on a pale grey flowy dress with lace sleeves which reaches a bit above your knees. You do a light layer of makeup and slip on your black heels. You looked dressed up enough for a fancy dinner and pretty nice if you say so yourself. Your family gets in the car and drives to the restaurant. During the drive, your dad tells you that their friends are permanently moving into the neighbourhood. Your mum also mentions their friends are bringing their son as well and that he’s starting at your school and that you should show him around. You scoff at that you tell them “he’s probably like way younger than me and annoying, so no thank you.” Your mum just rolls her eyes muttering to herself something about teenagers. The thing is you love your parents but they care about their social status a lot because your family was quite well off. It really annoys because you need to go to a lot of dinner parties and events. You were really sick of it to be honest, especially since it’s holidays and you just wanted to stay home and watch netflix. 

You and your parents arrive at this gorgeous fancy restaurant, you’re escorted to a private room. You automatically think your parents friends are extremely rich, you enter the private dining room. Your eyes first catch a well dressed asian couple, the man wore a crisp dark blue suit with a white undershirt and the woman looked beautiful in a sleek elegant long black dress, with pearls and her short hair. Your parents suddenly blocked your view as they hugged and shook hands with their friend and exchanging pleasantries. Your mum introduces you to them “y/n this is Mr and Mrs Park”, you smile politely and say “it’s very nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Park.” Mrs Park exclaims “wow y/n you’re so pretty and grown up, let me introduce you to your son, I think you two will get along since you’re the same age.” You look around and you spotted him, your breath hitched. In front of you was a completely drop dead gorgeous guy around your age, he looked so good in a black suit which contrasted his dyed light brown hair. He looks at you, and smiles charmingly, and even with him just smiling at you, your heart sped up significantly. Then you heard his melodic voice “Hi, I’m Park Jihoon, it’s nice to meet you” as he introduced himself to you he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You became a puddle of goo, quite a few of guys have done that but no one has ever made you feel that way. He was like your prince charming. You remembered your manners and you smiled back flirtatiously (you think, you have no idea how to flirt tbh). “Hi Jihoon, my name’s y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.” 

The table was circular so you end up sitting between your mum and Jihoon. As the adults make small talk, Jihoon taps you lightly on the shoulder, and asks you “I heard you’re going to the school I’m transferring to, could you tell me about it?” You guys have this amazing connection which makes you both just instantly comfortable with each other. Even though he was adorably shy at first. You never felt so at ease with someone you just met. You talk about school for all of the first course, you guys joke around and laugh a lot. You tell him all about the sports because he wants to join the dance crew, the basketball and soccer team. You also talk about academics and how both of you suck at maths. You tease him about that he’s going to have so many admirers and he replies smirking “I only need one admirer, and I have a girl in mind.” Your heart sinks thinking he likes someone (you’re an idiot) but you don’t show your disappointment, you give a half hearted smile and ask who she is. He says coyly “it’s a secret” which he finishes with a wink. In his mind he was like wtf ew what are you doing and when did you become such a cheese freak but like you really do need to impress this girl she’s amazing. Your heart flutters again and you can’t only say it’s just attraction, Park Jihoon makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Before you could say anything to tease him about his cheesiness, you accidentally drop your knife onto the floor. Your mum looks super angry, she sometimes snaps at the smallest things especially infront of special people. She scolds you quietly enough for only you and unfortunately Jihoon to hear “y/n stop being a complete embarrassment and disappointment to our family, act like the proper lady, I raised you to be.” You downcast your head in shame, you hold back a few tears and even though you don’t usually cry when your own mum says that, it hurts. 

Jihoon was so pissed off that your own mother said that to you and wanted to comfort you so badly. He lightly placed his hand on yours and squeezed it softly. His heart nearly broke as he saw you glance back at up him in surprise and shock, he could see tears glistening in your eyes. He knew he liked you the moment he first saw you, the way you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you liked. How your laugh was just like music to his ears and how one smile from you could make his heart race. To see you so upset all he wanted to do was get out of here and cheer you up. Being the absolutely reckless person he was, he whispered to you “let’s get out of here, we both know, we don’t want to be here”, you being super upset thought that sounded like an amazing idea, you nodded and smiled at Jihoon. He cheekily grinned back to you and whispered “get ready to run okay? I’ll count down from 5.” You take off your heels and got ready to sprint, Jihoon counts down “5,4,3,2,1!” You feel Jihoon grabs your hand pulling you along but not too roughly, you both run as fast as your legs can carry you and you sprint out of the restaurant with your parents calling your name. Everyone in the restaurant stares at you because you two look like a runaway couple in love, Jihoon wolf whistles for a cab and you guys get in just as your parents come rushing out of the restaurant. You laugh as you drive off and you smile at Jihoon and you say sweetly “thank you I don’t think I could’ve faked smiled and eaten dinner that whole entire evening.” He replies grinning at you which makes your heart skip a beat, “let’s go to the mall and get some comfy clothes and food then I’ll show you my favourite place in this whole city.” You agree happily, but in the taxi you had butterflies in your stomach, a guy has never made you so reckless before, going against your parents wishes is something you’d never do. He made you feel alive, that you could do anything with him. But unbeknownst to you, he felt the exact same way. 

The sexual tension in the car was ridiculous, with you guys “accidentally” brushing your legs and fingers against each other, or when the taxi took a sharp turn and you guys lean on each other. Every time you do both of your heartbeats get faster and so loud you think each other would hear it. You reach towards the shopping mall and Jihoon swipes his card and you protest saying that you should pay. He chuckles at you and says “I’m a gentleman and as a gentleman shouldn’t I pay on the date?” (like yeah ik its outdated whatever if someone pays for my stuff food or clothes i’m happy yo cause i’m broke af). You just shake your head lightly but smirk at him asking “so this is a date then?” He just shyly says but also smirks back “if you want it to be.” You blush because you do but he probably doesn’t feel the same, you don’t reply and you just point to a store which looks like it had good clothing. You enter the clothes shop and you both look around for a bit and Jihoon basically screams your name to come over and see what he found. He shows you a set of couple outfits, a pale pink hoodie with black sweatpants and white shoes for him and a cropped pale pink hoodie with black leggings and white shoes for you. You can’t deny it’s a pretty cute outfit even though it’s overwhelmingly pink, you don’t mind though. You smile at him and say “they look cute, I’ll try mine on but couple outfits really Jihoon?” He blushes, because he did want to look like a couple and he really didn’t want to see any guys to flirt with you, especially because of how gorgeous you are. You both try on the couple outfits and you both say you look really good, you put your fancy outfits in the store bag and walk out of the store feeling so much more comfortable. Jihoon pays because you realised you didn’t even bring any money because you didn’t think you need it. You feel super bad but he just waves you off. The cashier said you guys were such a cute couple and both of you blushed and before you could protest that you weren’t. Jihoon just says thanks and grins, grabs your hand and walks out of the store before you could say anything else. You try to let go but he looks you dead in the eye and says hesitantly “just hold my hand okay?” you quickly nod and smile at him because of course you want to hold his hand. 

You quickly get some pizza and some cans of soda, and you’re still holding hands. It feels so right to you, to have his hand wrapped around yours, that little bit of skin contact makes you feel so comfortable and happy. Jihoon felt the same way even just buying clothes and getting food with you felt so special and fun he’s never laughed this much in one night. He can’t wait to show you “his place” especially since you bugged him about it the whole time wanting to know what and where it is. You guys get in another cab and in the cab you get a bit sleepy so you don’t realise but you doze off leaning on Jihoon’s shoulder still holding hands. He looks at you like he’s in love, he had no other way to describe it. You looked beautiful with you cheeks slightly puffed out and the way a few strands of your hair covered your face. He brushed them away and tucked them behind your ear. He leaned on your head and let you sleep for a bit until you arrive. He gently shakes you awake and you yawn and then you realise you fell asleep and immediately apologise. He laughs it off and sweetly says to you “you looked cute when you were sleeping but you totally drooled.” You’re mortified and embarrassingly say “actually???” he replies with a grin and a chuckle “nope you didn’t, you should’ve seen your face.” “YAH! PARK JIHOON you scared me for a second” you say trying to hide your grin and lightly slapping him on the arm. Luckily for him you guys arrive in front of park and he says to you “come on the pizza’s gonna get cold there’s a special place here which I always come to think.” He pays for the taxi quickly and he walks quite quickly right into like a huge bunch of trees. He pushes the branches away for it to be easier for you to get through. There’s a little clearing and it’s beautiful.

You gasp when you see it, it’s a gorgeous little pond with white lilies surrounding it and a huge willow tree right next to it. The moonlight is reflecting off the pond, it look so picturesque. You smile brightly at Jihoon and exclaim “it’s gorgeous!” “it really is isn’t it?” he replies back. You guys lean on the willow tree and eat pizza and drink coke, you laugh and talk about the weirdest and randomest stuff to the deepest secrets you’ve never told anyone. Suddenly your eyes meet and Jihoon says to you softly “I like you y/n, this has been the best night of my life, even though I’ve only known you for a few hours, you make me feel so happy and just alive. So will you accept my feelings?” You beam in happiness and wrap your arms around him for a tight hug and say softly “I like you too Park Jihoon, you care, you make me laugh and you make feel like the happiest girl in the world. So of course i accept your feelings.” He picks you up in delight and you squeal as he spins you around, weirdly you end up dancing just twirling and slow dancing. He even puts on some music to make it more fun. You loved it, twirling, giggling, being close and dancing with Jihoon. You guys ended up being super worn out and just ended up snuggling while looking at the stars and naming all the constellations. After an hour or two of being in each other’s arms you both realise you should get back to your parents. No matter how bad of punishments you were going to get, you guys get another taxi and he rides all the way home with you and he has his arm around you, holding your hands and whispering soothing words so you aren’t freaking about what your parents would say or do. He drops you off at your front gate and he hugs you and whispers goodnight and double checks if you have his phone number which you do. He goes towards the taxi, you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed because a bit a lot of you wanted a kiss from him. Just as you thought that he came running back and whispered “I might be shy but I can’t just not take this chance” he then proceeds to kiss you softly and gently, it was much longer than you expected. But it felt like heaven and his lips tasted like the coca cola you guys drank at the park. You break apart and you’re both softly smiling. You say quietly to him “I’ll see you at school Jihoon-ah, I’ll miss you”, you proceed to kiss him on the cheek softly. He smiles back at you and replies “I’ll miss you too y/n.” You were so happy you met Jihoon, he really did make this one of the best nights of your life. You knew you were already falling in love with this guy despite not knowing him longer than a few hours.     It really was a night to always to remember. 

You get to your house and you get shouted at by your parents but they eventually forgive you saying they were just worried. But you were grounded until school started, no phone and no going out. The next week went painfully slow and when the first day of school arrived you were so happy but so nervous because you can see Jihoon again. You thought what if it was only a one time thing? Does he actually even like me? But even with these thoughts you made sure to look really nice and pretty, and arriving to school exactly on time. You catch up with all of your friends and go to your first class which ended up being maths. Your teacher announces there’s a new student and you stop everything you were doing and your gaze fixated on him. Park Jihoon, when he saw you his face but couldn’t help but light up and you knew yours did as well. All the girls were whispering how good looking he was but you didn’t care because you knew when you two made eye contact that he missed you as much as you did. After he introduced himself, the teachers asked him if he’d like to say anything. He said yes that he has something to say to someone and looking directly at you he smiles and gives you his signature wink and says. 

“Y/n will you be my girlfriend?”

OKAY I KNOW THIS ISN’T A COMPLETELY ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF JIHOON BUT LIKE THERES GONNE BE 1-2 MORE FICS OF HIM IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS SO…IT’LL BE FINE. But I hope you all liked it, even if it wasn’t that accurate lol, also it’s super messy and rushed at the end IMMa probs edit later so sorryyyy. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL!!!

King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 

The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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Love Bites

Originally posted by garisanee

(Changkyun smut. Biting/hickey fetish with soft hints of DD/LG kink) 

In the misty, rainy morning, you were awoken by a warm manly hand running up your bare thigh, making your body tingle from your scalp to your toes. Your tired eyes met Changkyun’s brooding, sensual gaze. You knew that look. Surprising him, you giggled. Changkyun smirked at you, his hand travelling further up your body. 

“What’s so funny baby?” 

He asked in a deep, erotic tone. 

“You. I know what you want.” 

You uttered, running your hands through his honey coloured bed hair. Changkyun closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of your touch. He hummed in pleasure before replying: 

“And what do I want?” 

The man loved to make you talk but you weren’t afraid to say taboo things anymore. You’d been together for almost two years and within that time, he’d played with you to the point where you’d lost all embarrassment. 

“Me. Sex. But it might be a little too early Changkyun.” 

You said with a grin, knowing that wouldn’t change your horny boyfriends mind. 

His hands finally met your breasts and you gasped at the pleasure, the excited feeling spreading between your legs and building your arousal. 

“Baby girl. You know there’s no such thing as too early when it comes to fucking.” 

His choice of words made you giggle even though his finger and thumb had begun to play with your hardening nipples. 

“Oh, we’re fucking this morning are we?” 

You questioned, trying to fight the moans you wanted to let out. Changkyun’s mouth moved to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin before pulling gently on your ear lobe. You couldn’t help it that time, letting out a frustrated groan. 

“We are right now. I want to kiss you and bite you all over so every mother fucker that lays eyes on you knows you’re mine. My sweet, sexy baby girl.” 

He started with nibbling your neck, something he knew would get you in the mood. You couldn’t resist leaning your head to the side so he had better access while you ran your fingertips up his muscular back. As Changkyun tugged on the skin of your neck and collar bone, you could feel the bruises coming to the surface. This wasn’t the first time he’d explored his fetish, his desire to mark you and even though it was a pain to hide, you had to admit you liked it.


You hissed. Changkyun bit around the skin of your nipples, forming red circles on your breasts. Within seconds, he eased the pain by sucking your buds in to his mouth, the warmth made you forget about trail of bruises your boyfriend was leaving behind. He was so good with his tongue, licking your nipples with long, slow strokes and then fast, light cat flicks. You squirmed under his body, whimpering as he pulled on your nipples with his teeth, stretching them and making them blush. By this point, all tiredness had faded. You were so awake, aware of his mouth travelling south, pinching and tugging at the soft skin of your stomach. Though it hurt, your arousal stirred within you, knowing Changkyun was coming to do what he does best. By the time he was between your parted thighs, you were practically begging for some sort of release. The devilish grin on his face was driving you crazy. Your clit was pulsing, aching and crying to be touched and oh boy, did he know what he did to you. 

“Hmm, I don’t think this part was meant for biting.” 

He said seductively, his fingers brushing up your wet slit with a ghostly light touch. You gasped. 

“I think it was made for lot’s of kissing and licking, don’t you think baby?” 

This time his thumb began to rub your sensitive clit in slow,small circles as his dark eyes watched your hands grip your bed sheets. You nodded your head eagerly, wanting so much to feel his tongue between your folds. Practically hearing your heart thump, you watched his attractive face move down and as soon as you felt his talented tongue lick your pussy, your legs began to tremble. 

“Oh, right there.” 

You panted, your hands finding his silky hair and tugging at it. Changkyun grinned, tasting every part of your womanhood, from your hidden pearl to your tight entrance. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ as you closed your eyes, lolling your head back on the pillows. You couldn’t help but buck your hips to meet Changkyun’s tongue, he even had to grab your hips to keep you still. Your pussy was so responsive to Changkyun’s touch; you were completely under his control, the way he liked it to be. Slowly, he inserted a finger inside you, triggering the burning desire to cum. Yes, he’d barely even started but something about how sexy, adventurous and determined to please he was made everything he did 100x more erotic. With another one of his fingers inside you, he curled them upwards and teased your G-spot while he gently sucked on your clitoris, a deadly combination that could only end in a huge…

“Fuck! Fuck don’t stop I’m cumming! Changkyun I…”

The orgasm rocked your body, your legs shaking violently, your palms coated with sweat along with your rapid heart beat. You laid limp on the bed, desperately trying to catch your breath while Changkyun licked up the droplets of cum that trickled down your butt cheeks. Damn, did he look pleased with himself. You wanted to kiss that grin right off his sex god face.

Changkyun’s manhood was hard to fit in your mouth, girthy and rock solid. Somehow, no matter how much you practised, you could never fit all of his length inside your mouth. Never the less, he loved the way you sucked his cock. He couldn’t take his alluring eyes off you, his arms folded behind his head, making the most sexy noises you’d ever heard. Changkyun’s deep groans made it painfully hard to calm your urges; you wanted to pounce on him and ride him until your legs became numb but it was time for his treat. You took him as far as you could go before his cock hit the back of your throat. Changkyun held your head, helping you bob your mouth up and down on his cock. By the sounds that were coming from him, he was one happy guy. 

“Yes baby. You suck my cock so good.”  

He moaned in his deep, lust filled voice.  Being the gentleman he was, he held your hair out the way, needing to see your tongue swirl around his swollen tip, pre cum dribbling down his shaft. As you sucked him and tasted him, you felt like a princess with the way he was telling you how pretty you looked. 

“Jesus christ you look beautiful. Get on your fucking hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you hard and cum in your pretty pussy okay?” 

Your pussy dripped at his dirty talk, excited to feel him fill you to the brim. You knew what he said was no joke. Ready to be taken, you presented yourself to him, arse in the air like a good girl. 

“Yes Changkyun. Please. Fuck me.”

His teeth sunk in to the flesh of your back as he entered you, making you wince in pain. You could feel your back pulse and throb, Changkyun wanted to leave hickeys anywhere that he could; the man was obsessed with making you his. Soon enough, the pain faded away with the hard, dominant thrusts of Changkyun’s cock inside you, building immense pleasure. At first, it was a struggle for him to fit inside you but once your pussy adjusted to his size, Changkyun couldn’t stop himself and you brought yourself back against him, using his cock to fuck yourself. It felt so amazing, other worldly; Changkyun loved to watch your backside jiggle as you moved. He’d bring his hand down on your cheek with a harsh slap that only made you squeal with delight, feeling naughty and vivacious.

“That’s right Princess. Ride my cock just like that. How lucky am I? You’re all mine.” 

Changkyun groaned, taking hold of your hips bringing you back against his cock harder, penetrating you so deeply that it almost hurt. You hoped the neighbours were already at work as you couldn’t silence yourself, the moans and whimpers you made told Changkyun just how much you were enjoying yourself and that was what he lived for, to serve his Queen. Your boyfriend leaned over your back as he fucked you, his lips resting beside your ear. His grunts and groans made your ear tingle and your pussy convulse around him. How can one man be so irresistible? Once more, Changkyun wrapped his lips around your neck, biting and sucking simultaneously to leave big purple marks on your smooth skin. You whined, your walls clenching, your core heating up with the desperate need to orgasm but no, master was having none of that, not yet. 

Changkyun picked you up and carried you to your dressing room. At first, you were confused as to why he was doing it but then suddenly, you got a flash of what was running through the creative man’s mind. 

“Try your best to stay up Princess.” 

He uttered before letting you down on your feet, in front of your huge wall length mirror. Changkyun nudged you forward, making you place your hands on the mirror to stay upright. You knew his motive. He wanted you to look at every single mark on your body. You were gobsmacked. How did you not realise how covered with love bites you were? Changkyun grinned, seeing your surprise in the reflection of the mirror. 

“Poor baby. I’ve gotten a bit carried away haven’t I?” 

Before you could reply, Changkyun lined his cock up with your entrance and shoved himself back inside you. Your hands dropped down the wall as you squealed, leaving finger smudges down the mirror. It was hard to hold yourself up while Changkyun was fucking you so hard, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.  You felt dominated, owned, yet so close with him. When the two of you came together, no matter what you did, no matter how kinky or vanilla it was, you felt safe and protected. Seeing his eyes roll back and his lips part in ecstasy, that familiar desire came back with revenge. This time, Changkyun welcomed it, encouraging you to cum as his fingers travelled down your patterned body and finding your extremely sensitive bud. Within seconds, you were practically screaming, begging for his permission to cum. 

“It’s okay baby girl. I’m close too. Cum on my cock, show me how good I feel inside you.” 

His relentless, powerful thrusts mixed with him playing with your clit sent you far, far over the edge, almost passing out as your second orgasm ruled your body. It was like a dream, hearing him grunting and crying your name as his own orgasm hit. You felt that warmth flood your body. The next thing you knew, you were back in bed, curled up next to him with his strong arms cradling you. 

“Hey sleeping beauty. You passed out for a while there.” 

You raised your eyebrow before checking the clock on your bedside table. It read 11.30 am. Changkyun knew he might have gone too hard for your tired body to take so he held you sweetly, watching his baby girl sleep. He thought you were the cutest, most beautiful girl in the world.

“Well I finally got a lie in.” 

You joked, making him chuckle, his dark chocolate eyes gazing at you in awe. Your body felt sore but it was all worth it. The love bites would fade but the magic chemistry between the two of you would last forever. 

southsidesserpentroyalty  asked:

Herrow there friend ✋ I would love a fic where Betty has to figure out the best way to tell juggie she's pregnant with his baby and his reaction, I just feel it would be so cute!

I’ll give it a go!

“No Ron, I mean.. maybe.. I don’t know. What if he doesn’t want this? We just got married last year and you know he’s got the new book coming out, and then what about me? Winter break is coming up so I’m trying to keep the morning sickness down so I don’t have to miss anymore work. This is a mess.” Tears gathered in the corners of Betty’s eyes as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

Veronica grabbed her best friends shaky hands, stroking her palms soothingly

“Listen to me. You are going to be an amazing mother, it’s normal for you to be worried, it’s scary but you’ll figure all of it out, you always do. As for Jughead? You both have incredibly stable jobs, he makes great money and you’re 25 years old. He loves you Betty and he’s going to love that little baby. And.. I’m gonna be a godmother, oh my god I can’t wait. I hope it’s a girl, I saw the cutest little pearl charm bracelet at Tiffanys the other day.” The raven haired beauty rambled, her brain already flying into auntie mode.

Betty couldn’t keep the small smile off of her face as she sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes
“A girl would be nice, but then… a little boy with Juggies eyes. Maybe my blonde hair.” Her hands fell to her still flat tummy, a wistful smile on her face as she daydreamed about her future baby.

Veronica placed a comforting hand on the beautiful mother to be’s shoulder
“See, it’s all gonna workout.” She whispered softly, her own eyes landing on Betty’s stomach as she grinned.

At that exact moment the front door swung open revealing a snowy Jughead carrying a brown paper bag filled with takeout food.
“Honey, I’m home.” He singsonged, walking into the living room, cheeks going red when he spotted Veronica tugging her coat on.

“Veronica, Betty didn’t tell me you’d be over.” He cast a glance at his wife, instantly stiffening when he saw her watery eyes and red nose “what’s the matter? What happened? Betty, baby? Why are you crying.” Jughead quickly dropped the bag of food on the ground and flew to the couch, squeezing next to Betty.

Veronica pulled her cape on with a flourish
“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll see you both at breakfast tomorrow. And remember B, I love you.” She blew a kiss and headed through the front door.

“Baby?” Jughead spoke again, drawing her green eyes back to his. “What is it? What’s going on?”

Betty tried desperately to hold back her tears but at the tender voice of her husband, the flood gates reopened.

It took Jughead all of one second to pull his wife into his arms, rubbing her back gently and whispering in her ear.

“It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I love you. I love you so much.”

She sobbed openly into his chest her hands splayed against his soft flannel shirt, she knew she was being dramatic but if anyone asked she was definitely blaming it on the hormones.

“I…, I don’t know how to tell you, I’m.. oh juggie”

Jughead pulled back slowly, cupping her face in his hands.
“You can tell me anything. I promise, I love you.”

With a shaky breath Betty finally spoke

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

It came out as a whisper, something so weak it didn’t even sound like her own voice.

Jugheads grip on her cheeks went slack, his hands falling to his sides with an audible thud, Betty nodded, looking down.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I know it’s scary, and maybe we aren’t ready, but I think we can do this. I think.. maybe we could be good parents, we’ve had a lot to learn. I don’t know how to tell you, I didn’t think you wanted one of those baby announcements and judging by your silence maybe you’d have preferred if I didn’t tell you at all. I get it, I…” Betty was cut off as she yelped, suddenly she was in the air, looking down as her husband beamed at her.

“A baby.” He whispered, the smile still etched on his face, his eyes fell to her stomach as he swung her in a circle “our baby. My baby.”

Betty nodded as Jughead fingers fisted the fabric of her shirt covering her stomach.
“Yeah. Our baby, your baby.” She was smiling now.

“Thankyou.” Jughead whispered, pressing his forehead against hers “Thankyou so much Betty.”

Betty felt a single tear fall from her eyes, this one was a happy tear.

“You’re welcome Jughead”

Suddenly he was pulling away from her.
“I’ve gotta call my dad.”

Betty’s eyes went wide
“No! I have to call my mom! If she hears we told your dad first she’ll kill me.”

Jughead had the cordless phone in his hand as he held it over his head.
“You snooze you lose.” He grinned

Betty pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and immediately pressed Alice’s speed dial, Jughead stuttered as he pressed the numbers on the phone.

“That’s what you get for not using modern technology.” She stuck her tongue out

“Hey mom…”

“Hey dad…”

The couple spoke at the same time, stating at each other with the goofiest smiles on their faces.

“We’re pregnant.”

Beginning of Something Amazing

Part 1 (Guess Who’s Back) || Part 2 (It’s Our Turn)

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - By a bunch of people asking for a part 3 of the Guess Who’s Back series. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Once returning to Auradon, Harry is trying to fit in with the help of his lover, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.

Warning(s) - swearing, sexual hinting

Originally posted by thomasadoherty

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Okay as promised, here is the (probably in)Complete List!

Compiled with the help of the amazing Aly @aquamarineoblivion

We saw the show on Wednesday, July 12th. We sat in the right hand box seats, with the 39 dollar rush tickets. Here is our (long!!!!!) review!

-At the beginning an ensemble member with an incredibly intimidating Russian accent said “Anyone with their phones out will be found by the KGB. Repeat offenders will be sent to Siberia!”
-During “Moscow” Marya SHOVES Sonya out of the way to go touch Natasha on the cheek and Sonya looks,,, a little offended
-During “The Private and Intimate Life of the House” both Mary and Bolkonsky pull audience members onstage
-Also I was really surprised but a lot of people found the line “They are there upon his head” really funny? Guys… it’s not that funny…
-Anatole’s Incredibly Dramatic Entrance™ in The Opera which he flung his head from side to side and walked in through the door in a way that, yes, would have been amusing had he not been s o g o o d l o o k i n g
-In “The Opera”, when they say “and took his place in the front row next to Dolokhov,” Anatole and Dolokhov do this elaborate bro-hug-handshake (think The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan) 
-Oh god in “Natasha and Anatole” whenever Anatole looks away from Natasha for like a second, Natasha would wrench open her locket and gaze into it like “don’t cheat, don’t cheat, don’t cheat”
-Then in “Charming”, Helene just… straight up rips the locket off Natasha’s neck and replaces it with pearls
-Literally everything about The Duel
-For the first like 2 minutes Anatole was just… lying in Dolokhov’s lap
-The Intense Strobe Lights
-The dancers got glow sticks and bracelets like it was a rave
-Halfway through a lady with glow sticks dripping off of her lay down on our staircase and asked us if we were enjoying the strobe lights as much as she was, then proclaimed, “I love glow sticks… Okay I’m sleepy I’m just going to lie here now”
-I didn’t see this but @aquamarineoblivion tells me that there was a guy on Stage Right wearing just chain link pants and humping the ground????
-Okay people talk about the people in BDSM gear but it’s not just like a guy with handcuffs, it’s (I think) Marya(!!!) in full-on leather straps with a whip and 2 (female) ensemble members in jet black bras and lingerie like, acting it all out kind of graphically almost?
-In “The Duel” Pierre walks towards Dolokhov after shooting him and then when Anatole says “Pierre STAND BACK!” he just stands there with his arms out like a target looking so hopeless which would have been heart-wrenching had I not thought of that “reverts into a T pose” thing because that was EXACTLY what he did
-As “The Duel” is transitioning into “Dust and Ashes,” when you can physically feel Pierre’s existential crisis, the two ensemble members in BDSM gear push past Pierre and Anatole (standing on the stage left stairs), almost knocking Anatole down 
-”Dust and Ashes” was… incredible and Oak sings it SO WELL oh my god
-In “Sunday Morning", Anatole positions himself at the side of the stage so that Natasha sees him in her mirror
-”Charming” is even gayer in person
-Oh god “The Ball” was a trip and a half
-EVERYONE except Natasha and Anatole were wearing elegant 19th century fursuits (the guys wore bear and wolf masks, the ladies wore either cat ears and tails or wings)
-After they danced the ecossaise, guys started dancing with guys and girls with girls
-During “Letters” when Dolokhov goes “a letter which I composed!”, Anatole looks at him exasperatedly like “BOI”
-I didn’t notice much of “Preparations” because it’s hard to pay attention to a song when an Incredibly Hot Lady with a violin wearing just a black bra and short skirt is twerking on the staircase near your box
-Although I did notice what might have been The Funniest little detail in the show- Anatole says “lend me fifty rubles,” and then when Pierre takes out his wallet and removes the 50 rubles, Anatole takes his wallet instead like GET FUCKIN PLAYED PIERRE and he (Pierre) is just like standing there like “that bad man just took my wallet”
-Balaga is incredible. Just. Incredible.
-Sonya is dancing in Balaga? Like? Why is you here sister
-Anatole and Dolokhov kiss in Balaga!
-Marya and Helene kiss in The Abduction!
-It’s two totally different dynamics though- Anatole and Dolokhov aren’t really making a big deal about it, it’s almost like “oh hey everyone’s focusing on Balaga, we should have a goodbye kiss”. However, Marya and Helene just like stand there for a minute and a half sucking face and then come apart looking so… shell-shocked and just kinda hold hands and stare into the middle distance for the rest of the song
-If you think Lucas Steele is hot, let me assure you that Lucas Steele with a violin is… also hot
-”The Abduction” was the Best song but I won’t say too much about it because of the Tonies performance
-In “Pierre and Anatole” when Pierre says “besides your pleasure” he motions towards Anatole’s crotch (and not subtly, either)
-Also Anatole looked so scared when Pierre was threatening him with the paperweight that you kinda almost felt bad for him?
-Oh god the saddest moment in the show wasn’t Dust and Ashes, it was in Pierre and Andrey. At the end, Mary runs towards Andrey to hug him, and Andrey pushes her away, and walks away just like his father. ;_;
-Of course after the show in case you were too sad everyone comes back on and dances in a circle to the “whoa-oh” melody (from The Duel + Balaga) 
-Dolokhov was wearing eyeliner (I know nothing about makeup, but according to Aly, it was on point)
-Just… the whole thing was such an INCREDIBLE EXPERIENCE???????????????????????????
-Oh yeah and then at stagedoor, everyone’s sharpies were kind of dying except for Lucas and Oak (of course.)
-Oh yeah and Natasha was played by Shoba Narayan who was SO SO SO GOOD? I was a little sad at first but she filled the Natasha role PERFECTLY???
-All in all: a life-changing experience. I would rate it 1812/10. Made me appreciate the plot, soundtrack, cast, and crew so much more.

i took myself shopping yesterday. i wanted to buy a new dress for a zelda concert so i took myself shopping. i took two hours to get ready. i took a shower, i shaved my legs, i did my hair. i tried on a million outfits. it was wonderful.

i spent about an hour doing my makeup because i decided to watch masterchef and i wanted to play with eyeshadow. i wore more than three colors. took my time blending colors in my crease, highlighted my brow bone, had a smoky wing with more shadow. 

i put on an extreme highlight on my face, on the spots above my cheeks, by my temples, the slim part of my nose, down my cupid’s bow. warmed up my face with bronzer.

i wore dark plum lipstick. wore pearl earrings, wore a pink lacy coverup. twisted my hair for once. i felt so beautiful.

i took myself on a date yesterday. bought a box of expensive chocolates to take home to my family. wandered the mall at my own pace from store to store looking for a pretty green dress so that i can look like link. i asked store associates for help and they were so nice. these ladies were so nice but understanding when i didn’t find what i was looking for. 

i ended up in a little boutique. i told the new sales associates why i wanted the dress. their faces lit up when i told them i saw a kingdom hearts concert in june. the girls didn’t mind when i didn’t want the first dress because i felt it clung to my body in a weird way and i didn’t want that. one said i get that, that you might not like that about yourself.

one got me to try on a new dress that was actually a size down. A SIZE DOWN. a medium when i usually buy extra large and i was a bit scared, but she assured me that this one has more flowy cut so i did and–it was perfect. nothing made me feel insecure and i felt very confident.

when i was in the dressing room, the two girls would chat about the new products and giggle and be excited about the little knickknacks. it made me feel warm how happy they were. 

i bought my concert dress and they helped me find a new dress for work and they were so awesome and wanted me to model all the dresses we picked and were generally happy when we found one that looked perfect. 

i told their manager that they did a great job, that the store was fun and inviting, that i’ll be back for sure. she smiled so big and was so kind. she genuinely likes her job, the girls do too. they like each other. they like their customers. their happiness put a spell on all who walked in the door.

i came home to my mom and grandmother and i put on a little fashion show. they loved the dresses i got. i loved the dresses i got. they liked the box of chocolates a bit more.

i took myself on a date yesterday and it was amazing. 

Kiwi: Part Seven

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.

Click here to read the previous chapters.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: A special thanks goes out to my beautiful friend @dirtystyles & my partner-in-crime @selenogomez for this one. Couldn’t have done it without either of you. xx

FEATURED SONGS: Just A Feeling by Maroon 5 & I Wanna Wake Up With You by Boris Gardiner

She had absolutely nothing fancy to wear.

When Harry asked her to go out to dinner with him, Calliope had said “yes” right away. It was to be their first proper date, aside from cliff diving and surfing, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.

Except when she’d gone to plan her outfit for the night, she realized that she hadn’t brought anything remotely like a nice dress. Her wardrobe consisted of a handful of shorts that reached down to just above her knees, several t-shirts and tank tops of different colors, and a few swimsuits and sports bras that she’d wear while surfing. So, she turned to the only other friend that she really had.

“I need something to wear!” Cal announced loudly as she walked into the bar, stunned with how incredibly normal she sounded. The phrase itself was so typical of someone her age, that it tasted weird on her lips.

Pipo stuck his head out from around the corner into the kitchen, a confused look on his face.

“I’m going out with Harry,” she explained, shutting the door behind her in frustration and walking towards the large man. “And I have nothing to wear.”

Pipo pursed his lips tightly as he looked at her features—he could see that she wasn’t joking, and it shocked him to the core because it was the first time that he’d seen her ask for help.

She took a seat on the barstool and watched as he walked behind the bar and to the phone, lifting it from the receiver and dialing a number that he clearly knew by heart.

“Who are you calling?” She asked, brows furrowed as she leaned forward onto her forearms.

He chuckled lightly, turning to look at her with an amused expression coloring his features.

“My wife.”

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Phantom of the Opera - Bruce Wayne x Reader

A/N: I didn’t do nearly as much with Two Face as I intended but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. 

Prompt: Hey! I’ve been waiting so long to request this. A phantom of the opera modern au with Bruce as Raoul, batmom as Christine, and two face as the phantom. Please and thank you. I really love your writing. ❤️

Despite being raised in a wealthy cultured household, he had never been all that fond of the opera. He just simply had other things on his mind. Tonight his mind was focused on the rumors that a ghost haunted this opera house. A murder had taken place and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. The police had written it off of a freak accident but Bruce suspected there was something sinister at play here.

He was escorted to his private box by a friendly, smiling usher. He sat down in one of the plush seats and waited for the show to start before he would slip out and begin his investigation while everyone was distracted. The curtains pulled away and that was Bruce’s cue to begin his work but before he could leave the box your beautiful familiar voice filled the theatre. He stopped in his spot turned to see that it was in fact you standing on the stage, the perfect picture of elegance.   

“Can it be?” He whispered to himself.  “Can it be [Y/N]?” You had been but a memory for him, all but forgotten in his past. You were his first friend, his first crush, his first girlfriend, his first everything. He smiled to himself thinking of the beautiful woman that you had grown into. Maybe once all this is over he could drop in backstage to say hello to an old friend.

Bruce forced himself to turn away from your enthralling performance and he traveled around the shadows performing his investigation. He found a few clues but little pointing to an actual culprit. He would need to come back when the theatre was empty to some of the areas that were just simply impossible to get to while a performance was going on.

Normally this would be the point where Bruce would go home and work on the case in the cave but he felt compelled to stay this time and listen to you sing. It had been so long since he heard your voice, he had forgotten how amazing you were. When the performance was done he snuck backstage and let himself into your dressing room.

“You were beautiful out there tonight.” He said. You back was turned to him. When you heard his voice you gasped and turned around in surprise.

“Bruce?” You asked, not quite sure if the handsome man in front of you was indeed your childhood friend.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He asked with a laugh. You got up from your seat and rushed over to him to envelope him in a tight hug.

“I’ll say! Look at you! You got all handsome and dapper on me!” You said jokingly.

“Are you implying I wasn’t always handsome?” Bruce asked in mock offense.

“Well we were kids. I couldn’t always appreciate it then.” You rolled your eyes. “So what brings you here Bruce? You never really liked the opera when we were kids.”

“Tastes can change can’t they?” Bruce reasoned, avoiding giving you a real answer. He should have known you would see right through him. You were always uncannily perceptive, even as kids. “Fine. I heard rumor of a murderous phantom haunting this place and I was curious.” He answered a little more honestly when you gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. Your face went pale at his second answer.

“The phantom?” You asked fearfully.

“Don’t tell me you believe in the Phantom of the Opera.” Bruce laughed. You were always so logical, he couldn’t believe that you so suddenly developed a belief in the paranormal.

“No of course not.” You whispered lifelessly, your gaze not meeting his. “Um, excuse me Bruce. I have to go check on something. It was great catching up with you, truly.” You said hurriedly. Before Bruce could protest you rushed out of the dressing room and ran down the hall. Sensing something was terribly wrong, Bruce ran after you calling after you.

“[Y/N]! Wait! Tell me what’s wrong. I can help, whatever it is.”

“The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind, Bruce.” You cried. Your eyes shone with tears which Bruce wiped from your cheeks.

“What do you mean, [Y/N]?” Bruce asked searching your eyes for the answers he was looking for. You wrenched your eyes shut and shook your head.

“He’s real Bruce. The Phantom’s real and he’s always here in my head, whispering to me.” You sobbed. Bruce wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rocking you back and forth.

“These voices-?” Bruce started to ask before your eyes shot open and you gave him a hard look.

“You think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! I’ve seen him Bruce and I’ll never be able to forget that grotesque deformed face. He’s killed people Bruce. You need to leave. If he finds out that you’re here with me, he’ll -” You cried, panicking. Bruce cut you off with a firm kiss. Your lips moved desperately along with his. It had been so long since you broke up that you had both forgotten what this felt like. “He’ll kill you.” You murmured against Bruce’s lips when you separated briefly. Bruce only grunted in response before reconnecting you lips.

You’re mine. Your chains are still mine. I will get rid of this suitor and I’ll teach you once and for all who you belong to.’ The Phantom’s voice hissed in your ear. Your eyes shot open, wide eyed in fear. You pushed Bruce away and fell to the floor hugging your knees to your chest.

“What is it, [Y/N]? Please talk to me. I’m here, nothing can harm you.” Bruce encouraged, taking you hands in his.

“He’ll always be there singing songs in my head.” You whimpered.

“You said yourself he’s nothing but a man.” Bruce asked. You didn’t responded and just stared blankly in front of you. The Phantom’s voice filled your head and his threats chilled you to the core. Bruce didn’t know what he could do to help you. He didn’t even know if he could help you.

Bruce stared at you searched for some sort of answer when he noticed the earrings you were wearing. He remembered you always wore them when you were younger. They were one of the few items that belonged to your mother who died when you were just a young girl. You rarely ever took them off.

“Are those your mother’s earrings?” Bruce asked bringing his finger up to your ear to get a better look at the small pearls.

“Yes. You remembered.” You smiled softly.

“[Y/N] I need you to trust me. Take the earrings off.” Bruce said. You looked up at him with the utmost trust in your eyes. You reached up and took off the earrings, feeling naked when they were both out.

To your surprise, the voices in your head ceased when you removed the earrings. You let out a sob of relief and threw the earrings to the side. You closed the distance between you and Bruce and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Take me away from this nightmare, Bruce. All I want is freedom, a world with no more night.” You sobbed against his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re safe, he won’t find you ever again. Your fears are far behind you, [Y/N].” Bruce reassured you.

“Promise me.” You insisted.

“Anything.” Bruce responded immediately.

“Promise me you need me with you now and always. Promise you’ll stay beside me to hold me and hide me.” You continued. “That’s all I ask of you.”

“If you promise me something in return.” Bruce said gently intertwining his fingers with yours. “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too. [Y/N], that’s all I ask of you.” He said in return.

“Say you love me.” You prompted weakly, reaching your hand up to gently cradle his jaw. You wanted to hear the words that had been too long foreign to you.

“You know I do.” Bruce swore, leaning in and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. No more wasted time, no more obstacles. You loved each other and you weren’t about to let each other go ever again.

Different With You-Daniel Seavey

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You put your car into park as you pulled up to the house of the Why Don’t We boys and hopped out. Today you and your boyfriend Daniel were going to have a stay at home movie night and you couldn’t have been more excited to spend some time with him. Time that was much needed. 

You were a little early but you figured Daniel wouldn’t mind. Jack greeted you at the door and let you in with a smile. “Hey (Y/N).” he said as he gave you a hug. “Hey Jack. Where’s Daniel?”  “He’s up in his room I think.” Jack answered before returning to the living room to play video games with the other boys. 

“Thanks!” you mumbled and headed up to find Daniel. Making your way down the hall, you paused when you heard Daniel’s voice. Inside his room he was singing, the lyrics of The Girl by City and Colour dancing in your ears as Daniel switched from humming to singing.

“I wish I could do better by you ‘cause that’s what you deserve.”

You never knew why but for some reason, Daniel never sang in front of you. The only time you really got to hear him was if you went to a show. Tip toeing closer to his bedroom door, you poked your head in just enough to see him. He began making his bed, his actions falling in sync with the rhythm of the song.

“While I’m off chasing my own dreams, sailing around the world, please know that I’m yours to keep my beautiful girl.”

It was great seeing Daniel like this. When he sang he looked so happy and free. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight of him as he continued. 

“You don’t ask for no diamond rings, no delicate strings of pearls. That’s why I wrote this song to sing my beautiful girl.”

Daniel slipped into the corner and out of your line of sight and you pressed harder into the door…

“One, two, one, two, three, fo-”

A creak from the door pulled Daniel out of his thoughts and he instantly locked eyes with you, making him go quiet and causing a deep shade of pink grow on his cheeks. 

“(Y/N), I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to beat traffic so I left a little early. I was gonna call but I was already here and I heard you singing and-” you were nervous now too, and the word vomit was beginning to take over.

“And you thought you’d spy on me? How sweet.” he joked, the color of his face slowly returning to normal as he recovered from being embarrassed. You didn’t know why he was so scared to sing in front of you. After all, it is what he does for a living. 

“Sorry about that. You just never sing in front of me.” “Yeah, I guess I just get nervous around you.” Daniel admitted shyly. “Why? You’re a musical genius, even Logan Paul said so!” you said and a smile instantly took over his face. 

“Yeah but its different with you.” he said, his eyes avoiding yours. “Listen Daniel,” you said as you made your way over to him. “You are so talented and so amazing. You don’t have to be insecure in front of anyone, especially not someone who loves you.”

“You-You love me?” he stuttered and it hit you that neither one of you had dropped the L-Bomb yet. “Of course I do. You make me so happy, Daniel.” you said. On the outside, you were patiently awaiting a response from him but on the inside, you were screaming, unsure of Daniel’s next move.

“I love you too (Y/N).” he said and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Horror Fanatics.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Noah Foster x Reader


could you do a fic where it’s like the reader is Emma’s sister and reader and Noah bond over really nerdy stuff and they fall in love or something like that ??? idk that just came to mind sorry if it’s awful. love you lots 😚😚

soul mate au with Noah (mtv scream)

Words: 1058

(I combined the requests, if that’s alright. Sorry if the grammar in this is absolute crap, but I wanted to post this as soon as possible! Requests are open!)

Originally posted by hollandrooden

The hallways of George Washington High were filled with students all pushing and shoving trying to get to their next class. You looked around cluelessly, Emma, had left you to grab your schedule leaving you alone in a sea of teenagers. You itched your soulmate tattoo anxiously and shifted from one foot to the other. Your soul mate tattoo had showed up after you turned 12; you were freaking out but your sister, Emma coaxed you down and explained what it was. Another person in the world, had the exact same triangle and thick line just like yours would be your soulmate. But, you were new to Lakewood; after experiencing some difficult things with your father, your mother decided it was best for you to take a break from familiarity and go to a boarding school in California for a while.

A harsh bump knocked you out of your clueless state, making you drop your books and binder on the ground. “Crap, I’m sorry. Ah.. Once again, Noah Foster here to ruin the day.” You laughed and moved a piece of hair behind your ear, kneeling down,“No no, really it’s okay.” Butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, his eyes reached yours and you turned and blushed. Noah handed you your binder but kept a hand on your book. “Carrie?” He held it up, sticky notes lined the book in colourful papers. “No I.. Yeah… I love Stephen King.” You grabbed it back from him, your hands slightly touching sending sparks up your arm “You’re kidding?” A blush grew across your face. Great, another person thought you were a freak for annotating a horror novel and he was extremely cute. “I love his books AND his movies. I’ve seen Carrie at least 7 times. He’s pretty much my all time favorite.” Noah turned around to scrounge around in his backpack before pulling out an old copy of The Shining. His plaid shirt was propped up a little bit, you could see the small soulmate tattoo on his body. A sickening thought dropped in your body as you began to think he already had a soulmate. “Wait. Let me see that.” Noah pulled your arm out so he could take a better look, “Holy sweet mother pearl.” You both laughed, Noah smiled a crooked grin. He rolled up his sleeves more so you could compare the two tattoos, already knowing they were the same. You were soulmates. “Well, I always thought it looked a bit like a knife, y’know for serial killer buisness?” You said and bit your lip, both of you were speechless. “So, I got your schedule but I have to also run to class, do you- Oh, hey Noah. You’ve met (Y/N), my little sister.” Emma came up to you guys and cocked her head to the side to see both of your arms against each other. He looked at you and grinned, “Sister? Oh yeah! Yeah. Well you see, horror fanatics just tend to gravitate towards each other. Almost like fate put two serial killers together.” Emma watched as her little sister giggled and Noah scratched his neck letting out a nervous laugh and raised her eyebrow. “Yeah, okay.” Noah tugged on his backpack and craned his neck to look at your schedule. “Math, room 2032. I’ll walk you, maybe we can talk more about your coolness.” “Wait- (Y/N)!” Emma’s mouth left open as you left with Noah barely even noticing her, chitchatting happily.

“No way. You’ve lived in California? Ever heard of the Hitchhiker’s killer?” Noah asked, absolutely intrigued. You two had spent basically the whole day together, talking and laughing. A crush developed almost instantly after he pulled out his Stephen King book. “Did I? I was obsessed about him! Not gonna lie after reading up on him, I almost peed when a car stopped next to me when I was walking to my dorm. Turns out, all they wanted was directions.” Noah tilted his head back and laughed making you laugh. “You’re amazing.” His arm fell around your shoulders as you both continued to talk.

“I don’t know why he just doesn’t ask her out.” Brooke tipped her beer back and sat down next to Emma. “I mean, can’t you see they are just eye screwing the hell out of each other?” It’s true. The whole party you both have barely spoken to anybody but each other. He’d say something, you’d laugh; you’d say something, he’d laugh. Emma turned to face her friend, laughing “I don’t want to picture my baby sister and Noah doing it. Ever.” Audrey sat down in a huff, “That’s fricking it, if I have to watch psychopath One and Two laugh at another messed up joke, I’m gonna pass out. He keeps saying ‘She’s so pretty but I’m not sure if she likes me’ all that crap. They are obviously soul mates I mean look at them!” Both of you were huddled in the corner, Noah’s arm over your shoulder and you almost wrapped around him. Emma patted her knee and scooched over so all three girls were sitting. After such a rough experience with your father leaving and all the trauma you went through, Emma was glad to see you finally smiling and laughing. Catching her eye, you saw Emma wave you down in the midst of the party. You excused yourself and walked over  “Hey! I’ve barely spoken to you since we got here. How was your first day of school? Did you like your classes?” She asked, eager to talk to you. “Well, I.. I only came over to grab a beer for me and Noah.” Brooke snickered and hid behind her bottle when Emma shot her a look, “Don’t you want to sit down? You’ve been standing for like an hour.” Audrey asked you, beginning to get up from her seat. “No! No, really it’s alright. Noah was just telling me about his podcasts, and that’s just a story I can’t miss.” You walked back and handed Noah his beer with a content look on your face. Then once again, you resumed flirting and laughing. Emma sighed, “I mean you’d think they’d be a little more shy towards each other right? They like just met each other. Most soulmates are shy. Why aren’t they shy?” Brooke and Audrey both laughed and leaned closer to Emma. “Maybe they are in love.” Brooke made a kissy noise and winked. “Brooke, you’re so annoying!” “Maybe she’s right, its like there’s a god of serial killer fanatics up there just playing puppet.” Audrey shrugged teasingly. The three turned to look back at the pair before watching Noah dip down and give you a small kiss. Your sister’s mouth was drawn open and Brooke laughed so hard she almost fell off of the lawn couch. “I knew it!” Audrey pointed at Noah.

Mudlove - A Sirius Black Imagine

HIIIIIIIII! I’m sooooo sorry it took me ages to write it. But here it is. I changed the scenario a bit just because I believed that the reader and Sirius would have been dating in their last year at Hogwarts and Sirius had already ran from his parents so… yeah. :)

Ps: I apologize in advance for any mistake, usually I tend to read it at least twice, but I’M GOING TO BED since I’m working 12 days in a row! ;)


You were nervous as hell. You looked at yourself in the mirror. From head to toes. You were so uncertain that the outfit you choose was right for tonight. You thought about going for that black dress first. It was discret and sober, maybe a little too much. You’d have to add some accessories, at least. You choose the pearl earring that you mother gave you when you started your scholarship at Hogwarts.
‘I’m looking like I’m going to attend a funeral’ you said out loud to yourself.
'Well, it’s almost that’ said a voice behind you.
You turned around and smiled, tucking into Sirius’ arms.
'Anyway, you look stunning, love’ he added, kissing the top of your head.
'I look so drab’ you replied, trying to figure out a way to appear less boring.
'Nevermind, Y/N, it’s just a worldly boring blowout. Luckily, they won’t even notice us.’
'You okay going there? I mean, your parents…’
Sirius stopped you by shaking is hands.
'Hey, we’re going there to celebrate your achievements! You are the one who got invited there. It’s not every students that finishes their scholarship with honours!’
You blushed.
'Come on, you nerd, it’s time to go.’
You laughed, taking Sirius’ hand.
You thought he looked awkward, dressed too much in his suit. What was even funnier was the fact that he decided you would have to go to the party on his motorbike. Pure Sirius. 

When you entered the reception hall, you were amazed. Everything looked stunning. From the giant copper chandeliers hanging in the void just above your head to the beautiful room surrounding you.
'They really put everything into it’ you said to Sirius, admiring the whole thing.
'Yeah’ he replied, looking uncomfortable.
Those prestigious receptions were not his thing. He only accompanied you because he loved you, but you knew that deep down, he felt like he was out of place.
'Why don’t we try to find professor McGonagall?’ you asked, trying to distract him.
You looked all around, walked among the strangers to find a familiar face. Most of them were talking with each other, with a strange look on their faces at the view of Sirius next to you. They probably knew he was the disowned son of the Blacks. You sighed. Some other were sipping on their glasses, speaking about their work. You overheard a conversation.
'Can’t believe a half-blood is going to graduate with honour this year… where the very essence of magic is going?’ said the little man.
'Don’t ask me’ replied a taller woman that you saw only from the back, dressed in a horrible emerald gown. 'The honouring student from our Hogwarts is a filthy mudblood! A mudblood, Robert!’

Your face became scarlet. You were glad Sirius had gone grab you a glass of champagne and that he didn’t heard. He would have caused a scene. You were not going to let two stupid people ruin your night. You had worked so hard during your years at Hogwarts. You were top of your class all the time and you never let yourself down.
'Professor McGonagall!’
You looked at the tiny woman, wearing a beautiful long-sleeved blue velvet dress. Even thought she wasn’t that young anymore, she looked simply stunning.
'Y/N, dear girl. How are you feeling?’
'Nervous’ you replied, putting back a lock of hair behind your ear.
'Don’t be’ smiled McGonagall. 'You deserve to be here, you made all of us really proud at Hogwarts.’
She looked at your boyfriend who had just joined you, and smirked.
'Looking rather good, Mr. Black.’
'And I can say the same about you, professor.’
She laughed lightly.
'May I present you to the other honoured students?’ asked McGonagall.
You nodded. You were exited to meet other hardworking people from all around the world.
You followed your old teacher, followed by Sirius.
'Mr. Finn, I’d like you to meet Y/N, our honoured student at Hogwarts.’
The young blonde boy smiled and shook your hand.
'Nice to meet you’ he said with an American accent.
'Mr. Finn is from Ilvermony’ added McGonagall.
'Nice to meet you too’ you replied.
'Ah! Miverna!’ said a voice from the back. You turned around and saw a tall man with a white distinguished moustache, kissing McGonagall’s hand. 'Is this your honoured student from this year?’ he asked with a french accent, looking at you.
'She is. This is Y/N Y/L/N.’
The man bended and kissed your hand as well.
'Very nice to meet you’ said the tall man. 'Minerva told me a lot about your exploits, especially the research you did in Potions with professor Slughorn. Extraordinaire!’ he said, smiling widely. 'You have a promising future, dear girl. A very promising one!’
'Thank you’ you replied, blushing again.

You tilted to your right, feeling Sirius hand grabbing you. He kissed your cheek.
'I’m so proud of you, love’ he whispered in your ear.
As he was finishing his sentence, he froze. You felt his body become stiff and for a moment you thought he had been petrified.
'Sirius?’ you asked, seeing the mortified look in his grey eyes.
You followed his gaze. In the back of the room, a pale woman was staring back at him with pure disdain on her face. Her grey hair were tied in a tight chignon and her thin lips were coloured with a vulgar scarlet shade, which made her look a lot older. Around her neck was a huge necklace, showing the Slytherins colour. It was so big it almost looked ridiculous around her neck. She was curved like it was to heavy for her frail body. It was inconspicuous but you could sense a familiarity in her face. She had silver eyes just like her son. And this proud expression, you had seen it a lot of your boyfriend on multiple occasions. You recognized the emerald dress that you saw earlier. 

'Sirius?’ you repeated.
His whole body was crisped. You tried to shake him.
'It’s her’ he said, almost spitting the last word.
'I should have known’ you said more to yourself.
'Why is that?’ he said, suddenly looking at you.
'Nothing’ you replied, waving your hand. 'Come on, let’s go away. Do not let her ruin our night, please.’
'Did she say something to you?’ he asked, not following you.
'No, she didn’t say something to me. I just overheard a conversation. It doesn’t matter. I heard it a thousand time.’
'She just said I was a mudblood, nothing new here, come on Sirius, let’s go.’
But your boyfriend didn’t listen to you. Instead, you saw him turn his back and walk straight to his mother. When she saw him heading into her direction, you could have almost believed that she smiled nastily.
'Sirius!’ you shouted, following him.
You stopped when you saw him standing at two inches of his mother’s face. He was taller than her and looked threatening.
'So I heard you called my girlfriend a mudblood?’ he shouted.
She pushed him back and laughed.
'Your girlfriend?’ she looked at you. 'Did you think dating a pureblood would make you less filthy, young girl?’
Sirius growled. 

'Apologize now’ said Sirius.
You saw him reaching for his wand slowly. Walburga looked at his hand moving into his pocket.
'Are you going to hex me, son?’ she asked, not scared at all. 'You should hex the little rat behind you instead, it would do the world a favour.’
You saw Sirius throwing his hand in the air but you ran to him.
'Come on, let’s go’ you said, feeling every eyes on you.
Sirius’ mother bended to say something in your ear. You felt her disdain even if you couldn’t see her expression.
'You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve my son. You’re no good without him. Go away.’
Sirius pushed her from you.
'I swear, if you ever talk to her again-’
But you just started to run from the ceremony. You felt ashamed and felt tears at the edge of your eyes. You just wanted to leave the city and never come back again.
'Y/N’ shouted Sirius behind you. 'Y/N wait!’
You stopped, panting and turned around to face him.
'Was it worth it?’ you asked. 'You wanted to fight with her so bad that you had to do it to my detriment?’
'I’m sorry, love’ he said, frowning his eyebrows. 'I’m really sorry. She just… I saw her looking at you and whispering into this man’s ear and they laughed and I just… I snapped!’

'You could have ignored her! That’s okay, you know I’m used to these stares!’
Sirius’ expression changed. He looked sad.
'But I’m not. I can’t be used to people calling you names, Y/N. You deserve so much better. You’re surpassing everyone of them. You can’t let them call you names. I can’t let that happen.’
You shook your head.
'Listen. I’m going to defend you every damn time somebody wants to hurt you. I won’t let anybody be mean to you. Never.’
He squeezed you in his arms.
'Now, let’s get inside and celebrate the fact that you’re a badass witch, alright?’

Watched the last episode with subs!

What I love about not giving an opinion until the subs come out is, I actually know what is going on.

Let’s go to the much hyped moment where Serena finally kisses Ash.

She tells him, “You’re my goal.” which was sweet and an implication of some sorts.

Take a look…

After a few eye glances, she says to him “ Just you wait, by the next time we meet, I’ll be a much more attractive woman!”

I loved the cheek in the words.

It can mean so many things but what I get is, it is meant to be in cheek for she talks of a future.

What shows Serena is different is she understood after all this time, she needed to be forward with Ash because he is dense. I do believe Ash got it after the kiss because as dense as he is, he knows when two people kiss, it means one person likes the other. Come on, he has Brock as his friend for like 15 years lol. I do think they have discussed it in some part of the Pokeuniverse.

Lastly, she asks him for one more thing. She asked him to give her one more thing that would ensure she had her own closer.

“Can I have one last thing?”

I love how she ran up the escalator. She overcame an obstacle to get her goal and want.


The tone, the lights, the filter.

Meloatta’s Serenade made the moment even more magical.

It made it classical.

His pupils opened just a bit, in wonder or curiosity? Maybe both. But I do believe in that moment, Ash knew what she was about to do.He had time to move, he had time to avoid.

Plus, notice we didn’t see Serena’s face.

Only Ash saw that. He knew.

Some people are saying she kissed his forehead because Serena is taller than Ash. I don’t agree,(he has his hat on) she was on a moving staircase for Arceus sake. She tip toed to prolong the kiss to give her length. Ash was taken aback, you could see his slight step to keep his momentum. The movement as the kiss meets its mark.

Plus, if it was not the lips, why not show it?

Ash has been kissed by girls on the cheek and they have shown it, so… HA!

This reaction speaks volumes towards my point and further implies it. Pikachu has seen Ash get kissed before but never reacted like this. Heck look at the ears! That’s my reaction to, buddy.


She thanks him because in her heart she took her courage and all her growth to do and complete her actual goal. And Ash allowed her to do so.

To show Ash how much he is to her and the more that he will always be.

This moment, for the past three years is what Serena has been aiming towards because all along Ash had been her purpose. It sounds bad but Ash is a person you cant help but gravitate towards, (Hence, the entire of all Kalos people)

Her feelings just take it a step further. But now, Ash is the reason for her to go off by herself and grow towards something to make her ready for the world. That is why she promises him, it will be different the next time they meet.

She reached her goal and is ready to take anything on.

He may have been shocked but Ash understands..

He just does and this shows the kind of growth Ash has had himself.

He may not understand feelings as yet but he will. Eventually this will make sense and Serena says that before the kiss.

Plus, the eyes get me all the time.

On a side note… I love right after Serena leaves and Clemont asks Ash for something… he says

“Will you allow me to make one last selfish request?”

Lol like Serena didn’t ask for her own selfish request.


Overall it has been a fun ride and Pokemon Xy certainly went out with a bang. Finally, Xy is the first season I followed week by week since the internet had given me access to this privilege. Next to the original series and Diamond and pearl. It is my favorite. I am not ready to say good bye but I will. I am glad it will live on because of the time we live in now. It will continue to bring joy in my life because that is what Pokemon does.

It brings happiness through so many emotions.

A little bit of happiness through the eyes of a ten year old boy  who is seeing the world.

It just happens to have amazing Pocket monsters.

(the gifs are not mine.) They belong to people who actually did the hard work.

Therapeutic | Dylan O’Brien

Originally posted by ohhdylanobrien

Pairing: Dylan x reader
Word count: 2,267
Warnings: none x

A/N: Hii! This imagine is literally about my two favorite things in the world: music and Dylan, so I thought “why the hell not?” Plus, I decided to write in first person rather than using “you”, hope you guys don’t mind, I just find it more realistic. Enjoy, lovelies, and feedback is really appreciated! x 

They told me I could perform a song in their pub. My very first performance. 

How was I supposed to keep it together? I was going to play in front of I don’t even know how many people. Since it’s a saturday night it’s probably going to be packed. Fuck, I didn’t think of that. What a great idea. What did I get myself into? Whatever, I had to start with something anyway. 

Something crossed my mind… What was I going to sing? Damn it. I started to think about the songs that I knew but literally nothing came to my head so I took my phone out and scrolled through the various artists and playlists while lying on the couch in the living room. 

Me rehùso, Ginza, Hasta El Amanecer… well, okay, definitely nothing spanish, I can’t even pronounce the words, what’s the point? 

Leap of Faith, Rosalita, Sad Eyes… yeah, nothing by Bruce Springsteen either: he’s a man, I can’t reach those bloody notes. I was starting to get nervous so I called my trusty friend Abigail to help me choose. We basically have the same music tastes so everything she liked I would probably like too.

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So Close

Summary: Sometimes the best friend doesn’t get the happily ever after. Told in Karen’s POV.

Pairing: Karen x Lin x reader

Warning: Angst.

A/N: This wouldn’t be possible without @strongenoughfoundation . Thank you for listening, agreeing, and fueling my conspiracy theories about Lin and Karen. Thank you for proofreading and filling in the plot holes. Most importantly, thank you for being the awesome best friend that you are. (…yo that sounded like an acceptance speech for an award bahahaha!)

Karen was all too familiar with the look on Lin’s face. The closed lipped smile of his that softened his features, the way his eyes would shine bright, swirling with affection and wonder, and how he’d fiddle his hands together in anticipation for an exchange of words – it had all been reserved for her for as long as she knew him.

But today…

Today, Karen knew that those days were long gone.

She felt hollow, the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth as she watched Lin fidget in front of the church, anticipating the arrival of his bride. It seemed like it was only days ago that she was with him backstage before the show, cuddled against his side while he filled her in on every detail of his morning, no matter how small, and only stopping to share funny videos he saw on the internet that he knew she’d like or jokes he was sure she’d love. She was his best friend and he was hers, their relationship untouchable and incomparable to anyone else’s.

Karen didn’t know when it happened, but she had started to find herself leaning into him every time he’d gently caress her face as he teased her, or enjoying the warmth she experienced whenever he would drape his arm across her shoulders, and even day-dreaming about what it would be like to spend a day in his bed blissfully wrapped in his arms. She could still feel the touch of his lips against hers, how his hands would press firmly against the small of her back to press her closer, deepening the passionate kiss their characters shared – she often found herself wondering what a kiss would be like between Lin and Karen.

She was never the type to shy away from her feelings. Her relationship with Lin was always an honest one, so it was easy for her to decide that she wanted to tell him of her affections. Unfortunately, time and luck weren’t on her side. After In The Heights, she was immediately swept into the whirlwind of rehearsals for West Side Story. The everyday phone calls with Lin eventually weaned to once every two weeks, but her adoration for Lin remained strong. She knew that their chemistry was catalytic – a single conversation after a brief time apart was enough to spark the effortless conversation and teasing that they’ve mastered over the years. She trusted Lin’s ability to find his way back to her, and she would always welcome him with open arms, which is why she wasn’t concerned when Lin stopped calling altogether. She knew he’d return in due time as energetic as always, and the gravitation towards each other would resume its pull.

It was a month of silence before she heard from Lin again. She was on her way home from rehearsals, his picture flashing across her screen causing the discomfort of her tight vocal chords and tense muscles to disappear. She happily answered, and her heart warmed at the sound of his voice.

“Karen, I met someone,” he revealed, cutting her off her playful remarks about his absence.

“You what?” she exclaimed, the hand clutching the handle of her purse that was slung over her shoulder falling limp against her side.

“It was incredible. It was like I was a character in one of those cheesy movies you like watching so much. She’s new in town and she stopped me at the subway station for directions. One thing led to another and I ended up spending the whole day with her.”

Karen recognized the adoration in his voice, but there was something different about the way he spoke about her. Her knees felt weak and she stopped walking to sit on a nearby bench, stunned at the realization that for the first time, she couldn’t seem to understand the inner-workings of his mind. “Lin, you spent the whole day with a stranger? Do you know how dangerous that was?”

“Yes, but Karen… There’s just something about her. I think she’s the one,” was his quick reply, voice giddy.

Karen felt her throat constrict, her palms getting sweaty from his alarming declaration. “Lin, you just met her! How do you – “

“I just know, alright? She’s amazing,” he sighed dreamily. “I can’t wait until you two meet. You’re gonna love her!”

His voice faded away, lost in the rapid staccato of her heart and the rush of blood that raced to her head from her anguish and disbelief.

The first time she met Y/N was when he brought her as a date to the opening night of West Side Story. She wasn’t surprised to see that she was a perfect match for Lin, every idiosyncratic feature about her complimenting Lin’s own quirky traits. Y/N was dynamic; she matched Lin’s wit and seemed to capture the room with her enthusiasm. Karen wanted to dislike her, but she saw the sincerity in her eyes the moment they were introduced.

From Lin’s lingering stares, soft embrace, and his natural draw to her even when he was across the room – Karen knew that it really was something different. But she continued to hope, knowing that sometimes, the famous happy ending with who you thought was the one wasn’t always possible. She felt a little selfish every time Lin’s smile illuminated his face at the mention of her name, but she reminded herself that she deserved a happy ending too.

Karen felt that happily ever after slip away the second time she met her. It was their engagement party. Karen was in the corner of the room, feeling like she’d swallowed a ball of cotton as she watched the glowing couple skirt around the party, greeting guests and accepting words of wisdom from married couples. She felt like a fool for letting the thought of Lin falling out of his infatuation and allure for Y/N even cross her mind. She should have known better –  when Lin loved, he loved with all his being.

She spent the rest of the night drinking wine and regretting the months of silence that she had given Lin, hoping that he’d someday return to her arms. She ignored the pinch of loathing that emerged when Y/N slipped onto the barstool next to her, her radiance ever present as she flashed Karen a smile and offered a warm conversation. When Y/N was pulled away by one of Lin’s adoring relatives, Karen was forced to drink away the guilt of feeling that way towards someone who was so pure and loving.

Suddenly the song shifted, and Karen was drawn back to the present. The low murmur of the crowd accompanied the organ as they turned to look at Y/N walk down the aisle. But Karen remained rooted to the spot, her eyes trained on Lin as his eyes marveled at the sight of his bride. His eyes, shiny from his unshed tears, were full of love and awe.

Karen tightened her hold on the pew, letting out a deep breath to calm her nerves. With her other hand, she fanned herself with the wedding program, hoping that the gust of air would help with the feeling of hopelessness that overwhelmed her as Y/N reached Lin. She placed a hand against her chest, watching through tunnel-vision as Lin extended his hand out for her to take. The feeling of dread sunk in as the reality of the situation dawned on her.

Lin was getting married.

“You didn’t think I’d forget to save a dance for the most important girl in my life, did you?”

Karen let out a weak laugh but accepted his outstretched hand, hoping that her voice didn’t betray the sorrow she felt from watching his first dance with Y/N. “Be careful with what you say, Lin. You’re a married man now.”

He threw his head back and laughed merrily as he tugged her to the dance floor. Karen couldn’t stop the soft smile from forming on her face when he placed his left hand on her hip to pull her close. Her right hand instinctively clutched his, the movement engraved in her brain from the countless times she danced with him on stage.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, twirling her.

Karen clutched his shoulder tightly and kept her gaze focused on the wall over his shoulder, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t trust herself to speak, the pain of her loss still fresh on her mind. Luckily, he didn’t question her silence and instead drew her closer to him. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the warmth that radiated from his body and how it seemed to mold perfectly against hers.

As they moved together as one, Karen let her mind drift. Instead of the plum dress she wore, she imagined a long white gown, the train of her veil rustling behind her as she and Lin danced. She’d wear her mother’s pearl earrings – the same ones she wore on her wedding day – and he’d playfully tease her about being too sentimental. She’d frown, ready to argue, but then he’d give her a quick kiss before she’d have a chance to. The crowd would applause at the act of endearment, but the raucous sound would not faze the calm that she felt as she stared into his eyes.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Y/N’s soft voice forcefully yanked Karen out of her fantasy.

“Hi love,” Lin whispered fondly.

Karen blinked back the tears that flooded her eyes, goosebumps raising up her arms as Lin left her side. She wanted to desperately keep her cool, to ignore the ache in her chest as she watched them kiss in front of her. But there was no denying it now: the hope of being with Lin was officially over. The days of laughing until her stomach hurt or the playful teasing that would transform into full-blown arguments that could only be resolved with ice-cream would be no more. They would all just be memories that Karen treasured while Lin made new ones with Y/N.

The crushing depression set in.


Today, Karen knew that she had to bid her goodbyes to her romantic dreams.

Bad Luck~Part 8

Originally posted by hidden--demons

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner) 

Yes finally, the next chapter of Bad Luck. I missed writing so much during exams :’)

 I hope it satisfies your expectations :3

-4 564 words 


Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader 

Genre: Highschool AU 

~Maybe Yoongi isn’t the fuckboy he pretends to be.~

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

You walked down the hall on the way to the main department your hair still damp from the torrid shower -if you could call it a shower- the smell of Yoongi’s sweater comforted you in some way and you rubbed the pink skin of your little finger and smiled. You had made a pinky promise with Min Yoongi, and your heart fluttered more than you wished it would as you remembered the look in his eyes and the words that fell from his lips “I promise I won’t fuck anyone else than you.”

Sure it could have been more poetic, but they meant something, at least to you. They meant that Yoongi was yours and you were his. You wouldn’t see him with Emma anymore and for some reason you believed in the childish promise.

You entered the classroom for French and sat down next to Hoseok as if nothing was wrong hoping that he wouldn’t notice your unusual attire. Unfortunately for you, the second he laid his eyes on you, his mouth dropped wide open and you knew you were in for it. He didn’t know whose sweater it was, yet.

He examined you as if he was waiting for you to talk first, but you didn’t know where to start so you just pulled out your stuff awkwardly from your bag hoping that maybe he would choose to avoid this conversation.

“I see you won’t start explaining so I’ll just get straight to the point.” he stated and the harsh stare he gave you sent chills down your spine.You never liked when Hoseok was angry, it was a rare occurrence which made it even more dreadful.

“Is this Yoongi’s?”

There it was, you didn’t have to answer he saw your composure fade within seconds and he could tell what had happened. Having grown up with your best friend had its perks but in that moment you wished you weren’t as close.

“Oh my fucking god.” he sighed as the teacher walked in.

“Watch your language Jung Hoseok. Get your stuff out.” he snapped and for once you were happy he was so strict.

“I am not finished with you.” Hobi muttered as he bent down under the table to reach for his notebook.

That tension between you and your friend was thick enough to cut it with a knife, you hated every second of that French lesson. You didn’t listen to a word the teacher said and mainly stared at the paper on your desk apprehending the moment Hoseok would finally lecture you.

After what seemed hours of “ensuite” which seemed to be the professor’s favourite word you stepped out the bell rung and the instant the sound hit your friend’s ear his head snapped towards you, in a movement that seemed almost unnatural.

“So tell me what the HELL is going on?” he growled and honestly you couldn’t blame him, he told you to stay away from him but you kept going back as if you actually liked being hurt.

You sighed as you put your bag on your shoulders thinking of a simple way to explain, and sadly there wasn’t any way to say that you were in a fuck pact subtly. You waited until you stepped out of the room full of prying ears and just spat it out, there was no way you could get yourself around this.

“Yoongi and I made a promise to fuck only each other.” you said without looking him in the eye as you walked down the corridor. His presence suddenly disappeared from your side and when you turned around you realised he had stopped in complete shock.

You walked back to him your shoulders slumped as the shame crashed upon you.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled when you finally faced him, still incapable of looking at his disappointed face.

He grumbled something before asking “Did he force you into it?”  he asked in concern.

“No.” you admitted and it only made the situation worse because you had chosen to make this stupid decision. “He gave me a choice, I’m the one who said yes.” The words you spoke were barely audible as you looked at anywhere but Hobi’s face knowing very well his face was covered in disappointment.

“Listen,” he said sternly as he grabbed your face to look at him and you noticed that although the line was present in between his brows there was a certain softness in his expression. He let go of you once your attention was focused on his eyes “You can do whatever you want, especially concerning your sex life, I shouldn’t be one to dictate your choices. But after the other night, I am not convinced that what you are getting yourself into is a good idea.”

You didn’t dare say a word scared you would make the situation worse, so he just continued. But you knew that there was truth behind his words, you were in for an awful ride when the euphory of the amazing sex faded away.

“You and I know your feelings are at risk. I love you but I don’t really want to be the one to pick up the mess if all of this goes to shit, so be careful.. alright?” he nudged you with a soft smile.

“I understand.” you nodded and before you could change subject he added,

“Oh, and avoid talking to me about Yoongi for a while, please. I am pretty pissed.”

Of course he was, even you had a small voice in the back of your head yelling how fucked up this all was but you chose to ignore it.

You were heading to your next lesson after lunch and you saw Yoongi with his friend’s small butterflies spread across your body like each time your eyes fell upon him and you hated that he caused you such a reaction. You walked past him, expecting him to see you and maybe acknowledge your presence, he didn’t, he completely ignored you. You wouldn’t even know he had seen you if your attention weren’t focused on his every move.

You had hoped he would at least send you a small smirk, or maybe act like you were a friend of his. But once again you had been too naive, you knew very well that no emotions were involved your agreement. He had no interest in you as a person, the only thing he liked about your was your sex, and you didn’t even understand why he liked it that much either. You were the fragile one allowing yourself to feel things when the pact was clearly against that. Your heart sunk and you cursed yourself for being such a dumb bitch. Your shoulders slumped as you got closer knowing very well by now he wouldn’t give you an ounce of his attention. You lifted your eyes from your feet and noticed that Taehyung had seen you and kept nudging Yoongi with a teasing smile and as you passed by your heard him whisper “Hey look who’s there.” with a giggle and Yoongi just punched his arm clearly not having any of his nuisance. You were pretty sure Taehyung was teasing him about you but how on earth did he know about it?

You hoped he hadn’t gone and told all of his friends, what would you pass for now? You didn’t want to be known as that slutty girl that slept with everyone because it certainly wasn’t true.

Yoongi was the only exception and you wondered if that actually didn’t make it all the worse.

It had now been two weeks of the best sex you had ever had in your short life. But something was off. The whole booty call thing wasn’t working for you, Yoongi just called you whenever he wanted to get himself off. Sure you always enjoyed his cock as much but the guilt that was forming in the pit of your stomach each time you ran to him just to suck him off was far from pleasant. There was something degrading in letting yourself being fucked by a man you had feelings for without any emotions in return.So each time you got on your knees for him, knowing very well that he just saw you as a fuck toy, you felt just a little bit of yourself crumble again.

It was 1 am and although you hated yourself for it, you still envied him as you laid back in your bed slowly stroking your soft spot while you admired that one nude you had of him. It was absolutely stunning and you had no idea how a sane person could resist looking at it for hours. Your fingers pushed inside your pit already overflowing with your juices but it wasn’t enough. Although the friction caused by your pumping digits was enough to make the warmth in the pit of your stomach leak onto your sheets, it was nothing compared to Yoongi’s size.

You wished he was with you as you remembered his low groans whenever he started to hit his high and how handsome he looked when his bangs stuck to his forehead by the numerous pearls of sweat. Suddenly you realised something you should have thought of long ago. This pact was not one sided, you had very much the right to booty call him as well. You weren’t sure if he would like it all that much, since he was more the dominant type, but in that moment you couldn’t care less. He had demanded you to suck him off on the most inappropriate occasions and you had run to him almost wagging your tail in excitement, now it was his turn to fill his part of the deed.

You let your fingers find his contact on your phone and you texted him as fast as you could your right hand still rubbing your throbbing core.

I need your cock right now. [1:12]

There was no point in turning around the subject, so you were as straightforward as you could possibly be. He replied almost instantly.

I’ll be there in 5 baby [1:12]

Thank Goodness he wasn’t in the mood for any sexting you couldn’t wait any longer.

You got up and slipped on a pair of loose gym shorts that you wore as your pyjamas, who cared what you were wearing you’d most likely be naked the second you reached him. You hopped over to your window while putting on the small piece of fabric and you could feel your impatience running down your thighs. Thankfully the window was already open otherwise the sad thing would squeak and the whole family would be awake. You stuck your face out in the warm summer breeze on the lookout for any students car. Every time headlights appeared at the end of the street your head snapped up in hopes that it would be him, each time it wasn’t. It had now been more than five minutes and you had no idea what was taking him so long, did he not understand how desperate you were?

Hurry the fuck up [1:20]  you sent, hoping that he hadn’t forgotten about you.

Seconds later he answered and you never opened a text so fast.

I’m up the street hun [1:20]

Hun, you didn’t miss out on the cockiness of that word, and you could just picture his stupid grin as he sent that, probably wanting to get you worked up. You didn’t admit it but it worked.  

You threw your leg over the window ledge and proceeded to sneak out the house like you had done so many times before. Your feet knew the familiar steps to the safe ground but you felt a slight sting when you jumped onto the bin, you didn’t give it too much thought and started to run towards Yoongi’s car that you spotted a few meters up. Your bare feet got scratched by the rough concrete but you didn’t mind all you wanted now was Yoongi. It was an old red car, much like any other student’s vehicle except this one contained something much more precious. Inside you could see his face lit up by the dim lighting of the small (and pretty useless) lampposts. You finally reached the top of the street you opened the door and slammed it behind you. When you turned your head you met his amused gaze and you wished you could wipe that look straight off his face even though it caused a faint spark in between your legs. You held his stare and spat, “Well what are you waiting for?” you came here to fuck not joke around.

He chuckled, “I didn’t ask to be here, you’re the one who should make my trip worthwhile.”

You sighed, “You’re such a cocky douche sometimes.”

“You love it.”

You frowned in disapproval but it didn’t even manage to convince yourself, you both knew what effect he had on you. It pissed you off how true his words were, you loved his cockiness too much for your own good. You let your gaze linger on his face that cracked into a smug grin, as he licked his lips staring at you, and seeing the pink flesh make its way out of his sweet mouth was enough to make you succumb.

“I am done with talking.” you grumbled and threw yourself onto his soft lips, and his taste only made the fire in your pit ignite once more.

His lips formed a small smile and you found that he was enjoying this way too much. Naturally, his hands found their way on your hips and he pulled your body closer to his and while he was distracted by your tongue slipping into his mouth you grabbed his crotch and he was practically ready for you already. “God I thought I was the needy one.” you smirked when he gasped out of surprise.

“Shut up.” he muttered as he covered your lips with his. You loved when he couldn’t admit how much he enjoyed you because you knew just how weak you made him even if it was only when sex was involved.

You straddled him in a hurry, you couldn’t wait to feel him, your patience had its limits. He kissed your collar bones and you loved how good his tongues felt when it brushed your burning skin. You let out a quiet moan when his teeth dug softly into your flesh just enough to get a reaction out of you. He said nothing but you could feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands travelled along your body relentlessly gliding in between your breasts exposed by your large tee shirt. When he took a hold of one he grinned realising you had no bra on “You’re such a dirty whore.”

“You would have torn it off of me anyway.” you chuckled biting down on his earlobe and letting your lips travel down his neck.

“That’s true..” he managed to breathe and you knew he was enjoying your touch. You noticed how his muscles tensed each time your hands stilled upon his chest and before you knew it you were ripping his tee shirt off. His fingers took a hand full of your ass and he started pushing you in a way for your core to rub against the tent that had grown in his trousers. Having not bothered to put any panties on the thin fabric of your shorts was barely enough to protect your center from the harsh friction of his jeans, and another moan slipped from your lips against Yoongi’s neck.

You felt his fingers slip into your shorts he couldn’t retain his mouth from dropping when he realised that your inner thighs were absolutely soaked. He was about to insert his digits inside of you to prepare you for his dick, but you stopped him “No need for foreplay, just let me feel you, now.” you meant for the sentence to come out a bit less quavery but you were crumbling in his hands. All you could think about in your room was this moment, when you could finally feel him and now it was happening your body didn’t seem to be able to handle it. You felt shivers whenever he touched you and you craved more.

You lifted yourself to take your shorts off exposing the warm mess your pussy had created, and you noticed his pupils dilate at the sight. His fingers struggled to unbutton his jeans and you managed after what seemed forever in the cramped space of the car to undress him exposing his erect length.

You almost sat yourself down on him but he suddenly stopped you, “Condom” he grumbled in annoyance. He reached for the foil package in the glove box and you watched him roll the latex along his staff and licked your lips at the view. God his dick was never a disappointment.

The second it was on you placed yourself on the tip of his cock and slowly let him fill you and you both moaned at the feeling you had both been craving. You both took a few seconds to let you adjust to his size, your forehead was pressed against his and you shut your eyes due to the wave of pleasure that had crossed your body. When you lifted your eyes you met Yoongi’s blissful gaze and you let yourself drown in his dark eyes before you slowly started rocking your hips against his.

“Fuck you feel good baby.” he groaned, his words encouraged you to move faster and you soon found yourself jumping on him to get the right angle. His name found it’s way in between your moans your kisses, and Yoongi invaded your mind as you fucked him in the front seat of a small car. You almost hit your head on the ceiling when he started to thrust into you from underneath “That’s it baby girl you take my cock so well.” he practically moaned. You placed an arm above your head to stop yourself from hurting your head, and put your other hand on his shoulder letting your nails dig into his bare skin.

You couldn’t believe you were fucking Yoongi in your street where anyone could see you if they happened to walk by, you would be extremely embarrassed if one of your neighbours were taking a midnight stroll. Being in the front seat sure didn’t help to hide you if anyone looked hard enough they would surely see you jumping around on his dick, and as matter of fact the car was probably rocking under your hard hip thrusts. You maybe would have cared if the man underneath you didn’t smell so heavenly and if his moans didn’t plunge you into such a deep frenzy. But Yoongi being the man in question there was no way you could give a fuck of who saw you so long as you were with him and that you hit your high.

Your ass would hit the steering wheel from time to time and you could have sworn the car slightly honked. Yoongi’s hands were becoming brutal with their movements as they started to push you further down his length and he hit your walls just in the right spot.  

You bent down and inhaled his musk and before you knew what was going on you felt his thumb slide through your folds before it started to rub at a fast pace your bundle of nerves and that was enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” you whimpered as you felt yourself come undone around him, the fluids overflowing down from your thighs to his. He hissed as your walls clenched over again making him shudder and you knew he was close too. You kissed the crook of his neck as you tried getting over your orgasm. You continued moving your hips and tightened your walls once more and finally, his orgasm took a hold of him. You admired his face as it contorted in pleasure pearls of sweat dripping down his flushed face.His fingers gripped tightly on your hips and you were sure you would have bruises by how hard he kept thrusting into you, moans dripping from his lips even though he bit hard on them. His eyes pierced through yours, and the look he gave you turned you on so fucking bad. He came in the condom and you could feel his dick convulse as your pussy milked the last of his semen.

“Fuck you look hot.” you purred still in the trance procured by your intense orgasm.

“I know.” he smirked, you should have known better than to stroke his ego like that. He was going to be such a dick about it, but to your surprise, he didn’t add anything.

You frowned and took yourself off of his softening length, climbing back into the passenger seat. Yoongi took the condom off and threw it out the window,

“That’s disgusting.” you commented thinking about whoever would find the condom the next morning and you hoped it wouldn’t be old nanny Betty, the poor woman would be shocked to see that in her perfect neighbourhood.

“I wasn’t going to keep it in my car now was I?” he mocked clearly thinking you were dumb or something, you hated when he did that.

“Asshole.” you said under your breath.

You reached for your shorts that were completely ruined by your juices, you wouldn’t be wearing those as your pyjamas tonight. While you bent down to put on the soaked piece of fabric you heard Yoongi gasp and his hand rushed to your back.


“What the hell are you doing?” you growled, you weren’t in the mood for his idiocies, he was holding you in a bending position that was far from comfortable you tried getting out of his grip but he just pushed your head further between your legs.

“Tsk, don’t move.” his finger pressed against your skin a sting pierced through your back and he let go. “Oh my god.”

“What the fuck?” you snapped lifting yourself back into position with a glare.

“I hurt you. You’re bleeding.” he said in a febrile voice something you were not used to coming from him. You tried taking a look and spotted a scratch above your love handle the blood had been soaked up by your white tee shirt. Great, you ruined yet another piece of clothing. It was quite big but you didn’t even realise it was there and if he hadn’t commented about it, you would have no idea it even existed.

“It’s nothing.” you tried brushing it off but he wasn’t having it.

“No, it’s not, I made you bleed this is not ok. Does it sting?” he asked bending down do get a better look, not knowing what else to do.

“Hardly, except when you poked me.” you teased. It seemed a bit too big for his hands to have done, and it wasn’t as if he had long nails either. Still Yoongi was panicking and honestly you found it cute, it as obvious he was flustered and trying to remain calm.

“I think I scratched myself jumping from the roof you dumbass.” you chuckled while he was checking for a plaster of some sort in his car. That was probably the pain you felt when in a hurry to get to his car.


“Yeah I think I scratched myself against a tile.” you couldn’t help from smiling as you watched his face decompose realising that he wasn’t the origin of the scratch.

“Oh.” he tried to act like his usual cocky self but it was too late you had seen right through him and you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out laughing and his face turned red which made the whole thing ten times funnier.

“Stop laughing you bitch!” and you just cracked up some more, he was pissed. He had let you see a side to him that he usually hid from everyone and seeing him embarrassed was the icing on the cake. “What’s so funny?” he growled, pretending that nothing had happened but it was too late you had seen his face when he thought he had hurt you and it was the sweetest thing.

You tried catching your breath, you weren’t expecting him to actually go red, Min Yoongi the confident fuckboy was embarrassed, that sure was something you weren’t expecting. You finally managed to compose yourself and grinned “Nothing.”

He frowned and even though he tried to look intimidating after what you had just seen you just couldn’t take him seriously. “Gotta go now dick head.” you chuckled and you don’t know what took over you but you leant in and gave him a soft kiss before you stepped out of the car. It was sweet and tender nothing like the rough hungry kisses you usually shared, and you wondered if you actually felt his hand hover over you before retreating. It all felt much too intimate for your type of relationship and your heart skipped a beat at this new contact.

You climbed out of the car and when your feet hit the hard road you realised what just happened and you face palmed as you walked away. You had been caught off guard by his cute reaction and you let yourself sink in your emotions once again. You kicked a stone before you remembered you were barefoot and cursed at the pain.

Your fingers lingered where his lips had been. Why did you do that? That was a couples thing to do, and you were everything but that. You had signed up for his cock not his feelings and the same went for him. All he wanted was your pussy you had to remind yourself that. You remembered the ghost hand that had lingered on your side. He probably just wanted to push you off. The thought stung when it shouldn’t, fuck you were dumb. You climbed on the roof and looked back to his car as he drove off.

Yoongi sighed, his fingers on his lips “What the hell is going on with me?” he questioned himself as he took a last look in his mirror to see your figure disappear into your room. He smiled fondly but shook his head as a way to get you off his mind. He shouldn’t have let you kiss him like that, you would get the wrong idea, but it felt too nice in the moment for him to move. Fuck he had even hesitated to touch you.  

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. He walked back into his apartment shared with his friends. As he walked up the stairs all he could remember was your face when you smiled at him and an unfamiliar tingle warmed his heart, one that wasn’t usually there when he thought about you.  He sighed as he pushed the door open and switched the light on, everyone was asleep or out partying he was relieved he was alone. He started to head for the kitchen in search of a drink to take his mind off you and almost screamed when a voice came up from the couch.

“So how was it?” Taehyung interrogated with a large smile. Yoongi had been caught.

Pearls and Chanel: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary:  Steve returns to his love of drawing as a way of therapy. Doing so he decides to show off his at work at a gallery thanks to Tony. You are Steve’s world, and he has a surprise for you at the gallery opening. 

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluffy af, mentions of PTSD

A/N: Angsty Steve is my favorite Steve. I appreciate your feedback <3

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Contrary to popular belief, Steve Rogers was not ok. He never fully recovered from his time as a capsicle, he never coped with the fact he missed out on so much. Thinking of the 40s scared him, memories of the war and his life pre-serum gave him panic attacks.

Countless nights of waking up in cold sweats, afraid that he was frozen again. Waking up his girlfriend to ask what year it was, you reassured him constantly everything was ok and that he was safe. He would breathe deeply, taking in the scent of your Chanel perfume, it was his favorite. It would take hours to get him to sleep again, but you were fine with it. Steve’s safety was your number one priority.

Sam convinced Steve to join his meetings, and he agreed saying that it couldn’t hurt and that he could hopefully get some relief. It didn’t work, he would see things that reminded him of his past, there were a couple of World War 2 vets that could come up to him and try to reminisce. His breathing would become rapid and shallow, Sam having to usher him out and soothe him. He didn’t like to think about it.

What made it worse was when Bucky came back. Although he was happy to know his best friend was safe from Hydra, it took months for Steve to fully come to terms with it. You and Sam both told Steve to see a therapist about the trauma. After getting another opinion from Bucky and Tony he went.
She told him to draw again since it was something he loved, past and present. 

You would take him to Central Park and watch him draw for hours, the way his hands would grace across the white paper brought a sense of calmness made you smile. He would turn to you and show you how proud of his drawing he was. It was one of the few genuine smiles you saw since you met.

A few months later you and everyone else was starting to see progress in Steve, his mood after missions was getting better. There were more smiles and laughter around the tower, you never pried but you started asking questions about Brooklyn in the 40s, it took him a while to open up…but when he did, he wouldn’t stop talking about the good things. Nights were still a little rough, and you made sure you were right by his side when a nightmare happened and he needed you to hold him close. You would whisper reassuring things into his ear and run your fingers through his blonde hair.

Tony mentioned the idea of having an art show at one of the galleries he owned, the super soldier was reluctant. He would say he wasn’t confident in his abilities or that he wasn’t ready, Tony would see right through his facade. It wasn’t until he told him that he would donate all the money made would go to PTSD charities.

When Steve woke up that morning, he was greeted with the sounds of 1940s music playing in the room. He groaned as he sat up, you turned your head towards the soldier and reached for your phone to turn off the music. You knew he didn’t like to listen to it much “No, Doll. Keep listening, I like this song,” he told you a sleepy smile creeping onto his face.

“Good morning, Steve,” you smiled, turning your attention back to your desk.

“Good morning Doll,” he responded, getting up from the bed.

“Are you ready for tonight?” you asked him. He walked up behind you and rubbed your shoulders lovingly. You hummed with happiness and leaned against his firm chest, feeling the deep sigh he let out.

 “I still have one to work on, I’m nervous.” 

 “Your work is amazing, Steve. Everyone is going to love it,” you reassured him.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead “I’m going to work on it, my love. I’ll be back.”

“Be back? You lock yourself in a room and I don’t see you till midnight!”

The soldier made his way to the door and turned around to look at you “It’s going to be my favorite. Patience.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to paperwork, he was working on the same painting for at least two weeks. It was true what you said, he would wake up, go into the studio Tony made for him and not come out until midnight. Paint covering his arms and sometimes even his face, you would just giggle and help him clean it in the shower.

Later in the evening, you were getting concerned that he hasn’t come out of his studio, you were checking your clock frequently. You were excited that the night was 40s inspired, you were excited for curly hair and red lipstick. You were a dark blue off the shoulder dress, it hugged the curves Steve loved so much. You were slipping on your black heels when Steve walked in wearing his tux.

“I was getting worried about you,” you said to him with a light laugh.

“I had to pick something up, I wasn’t going to miss my own show.” You noticed a black velvet box in his hands, you were curious as to what it was. 

“What’s that?” You questioned.

“It’s for you. You’ve been there for me through my darkest times,” he started, walking closer to you, “and you’ve been there for my happiest times.”

You stood up and lifted the lid, revealing a strand of the most beautiful pearls you’d ever laid eyes on. You gasped and looked up at him with enlarged eyes “These are for me?” You asked, you had to be sure.

He just gave you a happy nod “Let me,” he urged, taking the necklace out of its box. Putting the box on your desk and stood behind you and clasped the pearls around your neck.

You put your fingers on the necklace and then turned around to face him. You burned the image of his toothy grin into your memory “I love you,” you told him before bringing your lips to his.

Before he could respond Friday spoke “Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark wanted me to inform you it’s time to leave.” You pulled apart, wanting the kiss to linger for longer.

“Thank you, Friday. We’re coming.”

Steve mentally prepped himself, he felt in his mind and heart he was ready. The spacious gallery was filled with his sketches and paintings that depicted positive images of the 40s. He was thankful all the Avengers came to support him. Tony invited close friends and former SHIELD agents.

“It’s nice to see Bucky and Sam getting along,” you say as you walked with him. Steve glanced over at his two friends, seeing them laughing and drinking together.

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts,” he wagered, walking past them. You smiled at the sketches, the one of Bucky was becoming your favorite. Tony swiftly swooped in and stole your boyfriend with out warning.

You wandered the gallery, a glass of Brandy in your hand, humming along to the 40s music. You spoke to the other patrons, speaking highly of Steve and his art. You never passed up an opportunity to tell them how proud of him you were.
The evening was going smoothly, you loved to watch him smile and laugh with his friends. Everything became still when Tony announced the unveiling of the last piece. You stood in front next to Natasha and Bucky. Tony handed the mic over to his friend and you gave a nod of encouragement.

“Ever since I was pulled out of the ice, I never truly felt like I fit in…and it was really difficult to come to terms with the fact I would never live in my time era again,” he spoke. His eyes found yours as he continued “But in my time now, I have found pieces of my past and I have been working to be happy with a future here. I have friends who are like family and I’m able to protect the world. There is one person who has seen every part of me.”

He turned to the black sheet that was covering the painting, gripping it with a nervous hand he gave the rest of his speech “This painting is my favorite because it’s of the girl of my dreams.” He gently tore off the sheet and revealed a portrait you. Your eyes went wide, happy tears threatening to slide down your cheeks.

The small crowd clapped as you walked up to Steve and hugged him tightly. “I love it,” you said. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“I called it Pearls and Chanel,” he told you.


“Its classic yet timeless, just like you,” he spoke. You blushed at his words and ducked your head.

“I love you, Steve,” you whispered to him. He responded with an “I love you too.” You both stared in awe of the painting, it was better than any photograph or selfie of you. It was the most important because it was painted by the most important man in your life.

Mysterious Hazelnut

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @deanwinchester-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Reader 

Words: 1.k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog, thank you, j! 

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry for @beckawinchester & @boredoutofmymindwriting writing challenge. This is also my first fic of 2017 and is so fluffly! 


Prompt:  As she walked towards the exit of her favorite coffee shop she glanced down at her cup. “You’re beautiful” was written in place of her name. She glanced back  and their eyes met.

(I changed the third person to first person)


Today’s weather matches your current mood perfectly; clouded and grey. You’ve already experienced bumps this week and it was just the beginning of it. Being a couple blocks away from the building your first class took place you realized your paper due for said class what missing. Being an important one you had to turn back and get it. For your great luck by the time you got to the classroom the class was over and the professor was nowhere to be seen.

You groaned kicking the door on your way out of the classroom. ‘Wait, I might have a chance to fix this,’ you thought walking quickly to the professor’s office. Mr. Blake wasn’t known for understanding or taking in papers. But you and your charm was going to take its chances. Mr. Blake’s office was on your sight and seconds after the 60 middle age man with white beard came to sight. Taking a big deep breath full of courage you lightly knocked on the door.

“Professor Blake?” You said giving him a charm smile.

He looked up, taking a second to focus his eyes through his glasses. “Hey-”

“Y/N,” you strolled in, “I’m in your nine to ten history class? There was a paper due and I was on my way to the class when I realized I forgot to bring it…”

“So?” he cocked an eyebrow, “You know the rules, there’s only one due date.”

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Originally posted by mypapawinchester

This is the third fic in a series of Lana del Rey song inspired fics.

Title: National Anthem

Pairing: Ike Evans x Vera Evans

Fandom: Magic City

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve, and the Evans host a spectacular party for the elite of Miami in the Miramar Playa, but 1960 is not the only thing that they will be celebrating.

Warnings: Fluff, smut

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