and man when will you kiss her again

Firecracker.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes/Omega!Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. A/B/O. Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, bar violence, sexism, unprotected sex (Wrap your presents).

Word Count: 1700.

Rating: 18+

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Tagging @sexylibrarian1 @thecrownedrose @ryverpenrad @papi-chulo-bucky @supernatural-girl97 @brokenanxiety @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @buckysomega @bladebarnes

Here have some Alpha!Bucky that no one asked for and you better enjoy it.


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warnings: lowkey sub!seb, oral (f/m recieving), me ruining another weeknd song, a little bit more of shy!seb bc yes that needs to be a warning, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), needy!seb

note: song mentioned is often by the weeknd. you all asked for part two so here it is! hopefully this lives up to expectations! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I APOLGIZE FOR THAT

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105


Being Klaus Mikaelson’s partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won’t let me have cookies!”

“That’s because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It’s late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn’t fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I’ll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

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Spider-man: Homecoming basically stole from Miles Morales

I’ve been seeing some willfully obtuse shit regarding this where Marvel fans essentially ignore that Peter stole traits from Miles’ origin and story. So here is the list of the ways it was done.

1. Ganke Lee/Ned Leeds

Of course, I had to start with the most obvious.

Not only that he looks like Ganke, but he fucking acts like Ganke. Has Ned Leeds been Asian before? Yes, in Spectacular Spider-man Tv Show, but it would be hilarious that Disney and Sony actually stole from Greg Weisman after they both collectively screwed him twice. The thing about this character is that he acts more like Miles’ Ganke than he does Peter’s Ned Leeds.

Peter’s Ned Leeds was never a close friend of Peter’s, let alone went to the same school as Peter. He was an acquaintance at best or a fellow work mate at the most. 

Ganke, however….

..Is Miles’ best friend. He was introduced in Miles’ second issue ever. He has been a constant character ever since. That is Miles’ number 1.

If you noticed that Ganke was playing with Legos, guess what hobby Ned Leeds’ favorite hobby is?

That is a Lego Deathstar. And before you say, well in the panels’ he’s just playing with it. He doesn’t seem that interested in Legos.

And why Legos are integral to Miles and Ganke? Miles is not as Science smart as Ganke or Peter Parker so he cannot remake the Web fluid. Ganke is that smart and Legos are suggested by Chemists as great toys children to play with because it helps them visualize molecular models. Ganke is as important to Miles’ Spider-man as he is to Miles.

For all intents and purposes, Ned Leeds probably is just his best friend on account of Peter not telling Ned Leeds that he is Spider-man. Speaking of which, the whole Peter having a confidant in on his identity situation…

He never had one. Peter never told anyone that he is Spider-man. He never once shared that info with Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane(she always knew, but never revealed that she knew), Harry Osbourne, or anyone. In Ultimate Spider-man, Peter did confide in Mary Jane, but that was a case of her being his only friend.

Miles only revealed his identity to Ganke and eventually his father.  Well in the case of Ganke, Miles never had to reveal anything because Ganke was there to help him become Spider-man. It just the scene how Ned leeds found out.

Look familiar?

The same parallel as Peter’s.

Also, Ganke is girl obsessed like Homecomings’ Ned Leeds is. And yes, you are a little too infatuated with the opposite sex if you know by heart what a woman has worn previously and what she hasn’t.

The first thing Ganke does when Jessica Drew presents Miles with his new costume is to declare that he will start talking to girls.

After a deep conversation about what to do with Miles’ thieving ass Uncle, Ganke is pressed to go with Miles’ not to provide comfort, but to stare at his mom(who is really attractive).

As soon as he meets Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy, Ganke immediately switches gears and starts hitting on them.

Ganke making a gift out of Legos for Gwen Stacy.

And it working…

Ganke trying to use Miles to hook him up with Dagger, and refusing to believe anyone is too hot for him.

Ganke is girl obsessed. It’s part of his charm.

So Peter took Miles’ best friend. Great.

2. Miles motivation of proving he is a superhero

I remember when I called this out and some moron said Peter had to prove himself to the Fantastic Four in his debut. No.

He wasn’t trying to prove himself with the Fantastic Four. He wanted to join the Fantastic Four so he can earn money.

The FF did not have an opinion on him, except Ben who did not like Spider-man for being a show off like Johnny. 

Just for your closure…

Miles’ however, had to go through a proving ground to not just be Spider-man, but also be qualified as a hero.

Instead of Tony Stark being the one supervisor of Miles, it is Captain America. It’s a long story as to why Cap feels the need to restrict Miles, but he is the one Miles has to prove his worth to.

After fighting with Captain America, Miles pops the question.

And to tie it into the Civil War, Miles’ asks to be the Ultimate equivalent of the Avengers, the Ultimates.

This is not a coincidence. You may say that they needed Peter to join MCU somehow, but how they are going about it is eerily similar to how they went about it with Miles. Peter never once had to gain recognition from his fellow superheroes. He never once had to ask to join the Avengers because they respected him as a hero. Miles’ did.

This is not the first time Peter took this from Miles either. The Ultimate Spider-man cartoon has Peter,again, taking Miles familiarity with Nick Fury and forming a super team just like Miles Morales. It’s annoying.

3. Younger Aunt May/Parental figure and having stability

Before I start this, yes, Ultimate Spider-man had a younger Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I know this. You seen her above when she is talking to Miles and you see her when Gwen kissed Ganke. But she did not look like this.

Now Marissa Tomei is a young looking 52 year old woman. Girl fucking looks good. Slay.

But Ultimate Aunt May did not look like she was pulling dates off tinder. Ultimate Aunt May also did not stay in an upscale Queen suite. Peter was not raised in an economically stable environment. There was always bills to be paid and Aunt May did not work.

Miles however lives in Brooklyn. His mom is a nurse and his father a cop. It is a stable household.

As you can see, Rio is hot!

Anyways, what contributed to Peter’s anxiety and neuroticism was that he never had a stable household. They were always just above the red. With Ben gone, Aunt May had to take care of the household in spite of Peter’s new adventures.  Peter is lower middle class. Miles’ is middle class when it comes to living in Brooklyn.

4. The charter school

This especially pissed me off. 

Miles goes to an advanced charter school for gifted children. How he did so?

You ever see the documentary, “Waiting for Superman?”

Okay, so there is a literal lottery for gifted urban youth(usually youth of color) for them to attend advanced schools. If they do not get the right lottery, then they are sent back to attend the shitty Inner City schools where they most likely won’t excel in life. They will most likely excel if they go to Charter School. It sucks, but that is a reality youth face.

Miles had to enter this lottery to attend his charter school(with the number 42, Jackie Robinson’s number to mark the significance). Peter has never been placed in a situation where his race and environment did not cheat him out of a future or reduce his options. His intelligence has always gotten him out of academic situations and guaranteed his success. Miles had to enter a fucking lottery to ensure his future was stable. And that is highly fucked up that Peter just took that trait from Miles without the significance of it being appreciated and realized.

That is four things that Spider-man: Homecoming leeched from Miles Morales and his story. And people want to act dumb as if these characteristics have always been attributed to Peter. Bull fucking shit. They wanted a relative character that was not presented on screen or the audiences did not already know. They exhausted Peter’s story, characters, and even abilities through 5 movies, several cartoon, and several video games and a fucking live action play. 

What pisses me off is that people have called Miles the inferior Spider-man or not the real Spider-man, yet Peter, this motherfucker, is literally taking aspects from Miles and no one is calling it out. You love everything about Miles when it is on a white character, huh?

It is also an aspect of Marvel canabalizing off of legacy characters. DC gave Wally a chance to be the Flash over Barry Allen. DC gave several Robins a chance and did not create an amalgamation of Robin. DC gave Jon Stewart a chance ahead of Kyle Rainer and Hal Jordan. Fuck, Marvel you gave Scott Lang a chance over Hank Pym in spite of making Hank Pym’s main villain the villain of Avengers 2(And Hank Pym fans did not deserve that). 

We heard every excuse in the book as to why Miles could not be the first to enter MCU when Peter’s story has been told 5 fucking times on screen.  Miles Morales was trending when it was announced that Marvel was making a Spider-man film. People wanted his story to be told. And we heard every excuse in the book as to why Miles could not be selected. There was fucking press release that basically said Peter Parker had to be white yet you don’t mind diversifying the rest of the cast. We heard that his story was too new, but that did not stop you from making Robbie Reyes the new Ghost Rider. That Miles is a legacy. Yet you made Scott Lang, the legacy to Hank Pym, the first Ant Man on screen while acknowledging that Scott Lang is the second Ant Man. You just did not want him on screen because Miles is not white. End of story. You liked his story so much that you attributed to Peter. You took his cast. You took his financial situation. You took his precarious school situation. You took one of his arc. And you gave them to Peter. By doing that, you all but ensured that Miles would be stuck in his comic book and not being getting a damn thing.

The only reason I am interested in this film is Zendaya because black women, even bi-racial women, are hardly romantic leads in super hero in general. They are rarely presented as such and that sucks. I really don’t are about this movie outside of that. It looks good, but whatever.

The Arrangement (Part 14)

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Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal. 


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with.  Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!

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anonymous asked:

Heeey! Can you do a reaction about jealous BTS?

Sure thing! I’m gonna make it a “reaction to BTS’s girlfriends getting hit on” I’m so excited about these requests I’m getting from y’all  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you like it!!

BTS: Reaction to their girlfriends getting hit on~Jealousy

♥ Jin: He thought today was the perfect day. No practice, no performing, just a beautiful day with his girlfriend whom he loved so much. You were all dressed up for him. He adored how beautiful you were, and he thought that he’d want to show you off to the world! That is, until people started looking. He heard the talking and he wasn’t gonna stand for that.

“(Y/n), let’s just go home. We’ll order to go.” Jin was clenching his fists and frowning. You looked in his eyes and giggled. 

“Jinnie, I didn’t get ready for nothing. Plus, I haven’t been on an actual date with you in forever.” You gave him a pout he couldn’t resist. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

“Whatever you say, beautiful girlfriend of mine.” He said loudly, causing the whole crowd to look at you.

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♥ Yoongi: You needed to go shopping today, and your boyfriend who preferred sleep over shopping, decided to go with you. Why? Because he knew just how beautiful you were. He knew damn well other guys looked at you and tried to talk to you. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

 “Yoongi, I need underwear.” You stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. 

“No way, I’m not going in there.” He said while crossing his arms. He loved to see what you buy and what you wear for him, but he felt embarrassed about going in such a place.

“Fine, wait here.” You were a little gloomy about him not coming in with you. You walked in, and Yoongi heard boys talking next to him.

“Wow what a hottie. Let’s go get her.” 

Yoongi quickly walked in after you. No wAy was he letting some other boy come close to you. He hugged you from behind, watching as your hands shifted through lingerie.

“Yoongi?” You tilted your head back to look at him. “You ok?”

“You’re never leaving the house again, that’s final.”

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♥ Namjoon: You recently posted a picture of yourself on Instagram. It was a picture that made you feel confident. Not revealing, but Namjoon saw the end of the world when he thought of the comments that you would receive for being so cute. And shit was he right. He stalked that picture of yours (screen shotting it and setting it as his lock screen, of course). Suddenly, a comment popped up, saying “DM me.” He got heated and yelled at you in the kitchen from the living room.

“(Y/N)!!” He set his phone down and huffed heavily. You ran in, thinking something was wrong. Spatula in hand, and cute frilly apron on. His eyes grew soft when he saw you, and his voice got gentle. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to boys. Look at me and only me. Delete your Instagram!” He pouted the cutest pout in the world. You loved his jealousy, it made you feel secure.

“Who are you talking about Namjoon?” You wondered what got him all started up.

“That boy… He commented on your picture…” He mumbled.

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♥ Hoseok: His girlfriend was a model. (Y/n) was stunning, and she was the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He never thought he’d have an issue with jealousy, until he saw other male models and singers go after her. He kept quiet about it for a while, because he trusted you. And he did the right thing to trust you. You turned down any man that tried to talk to you because you were loyal to Hobi, and he was grateful for that.

But when you got the lead part of a drama, and you were told you had a kiss scene, he lost his shit. He stood in front of the guy you’d be kissing, giving all the attitude he contained.

“That’s my princess. If your filthy lips touch hers I’ll make sure you’re never able to kiss anyone again.” He said with no hesitation. 

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♥ Jimin: He angrily watched as his best friends hands touched all over his girls body. Why was this happening? It was all for show. For the MV they were working on. The producers thought it would be fun if (Y/n) ended up with someone that wasn’t her actual boyfriend, and oh boy did Jimin hate it. He’s never wanted to strangle Taehyung so badly. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help the way he felt. 

When the scene was over, you walked over to Jimin with a smile. “Are you ok? You look really mad…” You couldn’t stop smiling because you knew he was jealous, and it was super cute to you.

“Ok? Ok?!” He spoke in his accent, a turn on for you. “I don’t like this. (Y/n), you’re not gonna be in the MV anymore. We’ll get another girl to play the part.” He watched for your reaction with intense, dangerous eyes that wouldn’t allow you to reject.

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♥ Taehyung: He knew it was just work. Taehyung has been dealing with this crap for over 2 years now and he reached his peek. He came to meetings with you even if he was busy, because he knew there was a man with hungry eyes, watching your every move. 

Taehyung was very calm when it came to his jealousy. He was very afraid to lose you though. As he sat with you in your meeting, he eyed the man shamelessly, embarrassing you a little. You asked him to stop but he’d just brush you off. When the meeting was over, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him gently. 

“Do you think I’d go for a jerk like that. Look at me, I love YOU TaeTae.” You smiled gently. He licked his lips nervously and looked down, biting his lip gently after. 

“I hope so…”

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♥ Jungkook: Jungkook knew his jealousy was getting the best of him, but he couldn’t help but take it out on you. Your ex from many years back decided to text you to ask you out on a coffee date to catch up. “How does he have your number?”

“Jungkookie, I haven’t changed my number since I was 14, of course he still has it.” You whined softly. You were on the brink of tears. “He texted me Kookie, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t even text him back…”

Jungkook heavily sighed and clenched his fists. He held his hand out. “Phone.” He demanded, and you gave it to him. He started furiously typing away, telling that boy off. He handed it back to you and tried to stay calm. “If he replies, block him.”

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Song of Themyscira | Four

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 1108

Warnings: None (yet)

A/N: Update! I know it’s a slow burn with these chapters, but the build up is definitely worth it… (: || SoT masterlist

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Drunk RFA Confession

this turned so long in the end yikes, but i couldn’t help write angst because im angst trash lmao also im sorry to all jakes out there (requests are open btw!) ^^


YOOSUNG

  • Yikes, Yoosung?? in Zen’s house?? with beer???
  • It can only mean trouble for this drunk little bastard 
  • He was feeling really depressed because he’s been failing at LOLOL, failing at his exams and worst of all, MC was on a date
  • His chest was hurting so much at the thought of his hopeless crush with another person so he decided to drink his problems away
  • Zen was really irritated because Yoosung was sobbing and kept saying that his princess was taken away from him and that he will never have a chance with her
  • But Zen slapped this boi and called MC over saying that he couldn’t handle any more of Yoosung’s whining
  • She led him back to his apartment, struggling to keep himself on his feet but he felt giddy when he felt MC’s arms wrapped around his waist
  • MC tucked him to bed and placed a wet rug on his forehead
  • He caught  her hand and started kissing her fingers, kissing her knuckles and she was so red
  • “Yoosung what are you doing?”
  • “To reward my love for her hardwork”
  • His love?? wait he likes her????
  • “Yoosung what are you talking about”
  • “You’re so pretty… I know I can’t be the perfect man for you and I cherish your happiness so I really hope this Jake guy you went on a date with treats you well, I love you” 
  • He brushes the hair from your face as he pressed his lips against yours and collapsed 

ZEN

  • Zen knew going to a club was bad and dangerous but he couldn’t help himself
  • He was going to play lead in another musical but he had accidentally broken his arm 
  • Zen protested and told the director he was going to be fine but told him that it was going to be too late and that they were going to find a new actor to replace him
  • He got really depressed and with the added fact that he recently saw MC with another guy laughing like they were on a date had him on the edge all week, that was his breaking point
  • He drank and smoked and was dancing with the girls at the bar trying to embed in his mind that it was MC he was holding but he just couldn’t imagine 
  • He was never really satisfied and had enough
  • He was stumbling when he reached MC’s door, knocking on it loudly
  • “Zen what are you doing out here, it’s late”
  • When she smells the smoke and alcohol in his mouth she couldn’t help but sigh 
  • Zen leans up against the door frame, puts his hands in his pocket and stares at her
  • “I’m sorry, but I had to see you atleast once tonight”
  • She pulled him in and made him sit at his couch telling him that there was no way she was going to let him go home in this state and offered to stay at hers for the night
  • Zen was really embarassed and while MC was draping a blanket around his body she kissed his forehead and sighed
  • “I thought we already talked about your drinking and smoking habits”
  • “I know.. and im ashamed that you get to see me like this, if that Jake dude ever hurts you, come to me I- I’ll be there for you, always. I’m just sorry I can’t be the man for you with all these habits… I love you”
  • Then he softly kissed her left eye and proceeded to kiss her lips gently before completely passing out on the couch
  • MC has never been so flustered 

JUMIN

  • They were celebrating yet again another engagement party of Jumin’s father
  • It was in a hotel venue and Jumin was free to invite a plus one so he decided to bring MC along
  • But his spirits deflated when MC said she couldn’t go because she had a date
  • So all night he was distracted and all night he kept subconciously reaching out for wine
  • He kept checking the messenger and when they were all teasing MC about her date and that she was the first to have a lovelife he couldn’t help bit feel a pinch in his chest
  • Screw that it felt like there was something impaled at his chest 
  • He can just imagine MC and her date sharing jokes, hugging… kissing
  • His grip on the glass tightened as it spilled on his thousand dollar suit
  • Jumin excused himself from the crowd because of his embarassing display and headed straight for the washroom
  • He collided with someone on the way and was about to scold them when he saw the familiar face and his glare suddenly disappeared into a soft gaze
  • MC was there and explained that they had a dinner date here and they had just finished.
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around MC as he inhaled her scent.. her scent. Not a trace of another man, meaning they haven’t displayed those actions and so Jumin was fast to claim them
  • Trying to place his scent on her trying to mark her as his
  • Jumin then realized that he must be drunk enough for him to get this bold
  • “Jumin you smell like spilled wine” She pushed herself off of him
  • “That’s because it is, darling” He smiled fondly at her, stroking her hair
  • “Get changed” 
  • “I don’t have any spare ones, but i’ll gladly head home so you can tend to me” jumin calm down
  • “No thanks but i’d see you off to your car atleast”
  • “Sounds good to me”
  • She led him to his van and adviced driver kim that he be sent home 
  • “Thank you MC… You’d be a good wife. I hope that he treats you well but remember that I will always hold you dear to my heart. I love you”
  • He kissed the top of her head as he held her waist

JAEHEE

  • Jaehee had been really stressed about the coffee shop that she owns with MC because she’s been out on a date while Jaehee basically suffers handling extra because of MC’s absence
  • Not to mention how cranky she has been all day, scaring customers away and often getting orders wrong
  • She has never been such a wreck until today 
  • She was on the verge of tears as she popped open a bottle of soju and drank away the sorrow of lost customers and broken hearts
  • Jaehee always had this hopeless crush on MC but seeing her with someone else really broke her
  • She suddenly started to laugh loudly to herself, her voice echoing through the empty coffee shop
  • “MC will never like a woman like me, a woman with no elegance, who’s such a stuck up while she’s out there reaching out to people and shining for them”
  • She was saying all these compliments about MC loudly 
  • And again laughed at how ridiculous the situation is 
  • So she dialed Zen’s number thinking that she could get some release by having to talk to someone about it
  • “Hey Zen, ugh im sorry to call, im just really stressed right now”
  • She started to talk about how she was too unfit for MC and afterwards started complimenting her yet again
  • “I just.. I just love her too much”
  • “Jaehee have you been drinking?”
  • She was startled when she heard a sound of a feminine voice instead of a male one though
  • Oh shit she accidentally called MC
  • She sighed through the phone 
  • “I’m sorry I didn’t get to help you today.. but look up”
  • Jaehee did and saw MC through the glass windows smiling, a phone at hands, and two cups of coffee on the other

SEVEN 

  • The stress of previously working from an intelligence agency is greater compared to his current job but there will still be some bad days 
  • And today is one of those days
  • “You’ve been really cranky lately, what’s gotten into you?” Saeran asked as he rolled his eyes
  • Seven grunted as he continued to angrily type, muttering the words ‘date’, ‘MC’ and ‘Jake’
  • Saeran snickered as he opened a tab to a CCTV footage of her so called date
  • “Stop it, im trying to work” 
  • Seven had enough and closed the footage, allowing him to work more efficiently
  • After he had done a few assignments and Seran had gone back to his room, instead of chugging down his usual Phd Pepper he opted for the beer Zen once left when he visited
  • He was getting drunker by the minute and when he heard that someone got through his security system he was alerted
  • MC was there smiling while holding out the bag of ice cream she had bought
  • “Hey Seven! I bought you and Saeran Ice cre-”
  • “Are you stupid MC?!”
  • “W-what are you talking about?”
  • “I thought someone broke in ugh! I should’ve never given you the answers through my door”
  • “Why don’t you just stop meddling with my life! You’re so annoying, even back in the apartment you were annoying. Why can’t you just leave for one second”
  • “Fine then i’ll do you a favor and leave for more than a second, i’ll give you forever!”
  • “Suit yourself, go run away with that stupid Jake boy”
  • MC stood menacingly towards Seven
  • “Do not bring him into this”
  • “Aww little MC’s sooo inlove, yeah yeah just get out of here” Seven crossed his arms
  • MC eyes pricked with tears as she threw the ice cream at his feet
  • “That was supposed to be for you, since I knew you were stressed lately but who cares, tell Saeran I said hi… or goodbye”
  • She wiped the tears using her sleeve and quickly left the house
  • Seven tched as he picked up the Ice cream and suddenly sobbed, curling his body and running his fingers aggresively through his hair 
  • Saeran came in and was confused as to why Seven was acting like that
  • He saw the food and connected the pieces together
  • “You idiot.. MC was coming to bring you this didn’t she, what did you do”
  • Saeran held Seven’s collar, pulling him up
  • “What did you do?!?”
  • After a punch to his face, Seven tried to catch up to MC seeing as she wasn’t too far but his drunked state didn’t help but impede his running
  • When he spotted her he shouted her name at the top of his lungs not caring wether other people hear him
  • But he broke when he saw MC’s tear streakened face
  • “MC I’m sorry! I’m stupid and I’m sorry! please… I love you”
  • MC was shocked after hearing those words but still she turned around
  • ….and left
BTS Reaction: Their daughter says she want to marry them when she's grown up

Jin: “Awwww”. Jin would coo at her, his whole face turning red (including his ears). “Of course you do.” He shouts blowing a kiss and laughing with you.

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Jungkook: “Shhh, don’t say that too loud, mummy will get jealous!” He ‘whispers’ (actually shouts making sure you hear). He turn to face you see your reaction with a huge grin on his face. You jokingly pout and he gets up from where he is sitting and grabs you in a hug before pulling your daughter in for one too.

Originally posted by jeonify

V: Omg he would be so cute. He’d be playing tea party with your daughter when she would tell him. His whole face you immediately light up and. “Ahhh, thank you.” He’d whisper squeezing her cheeks. He would be so happy that his daughter loves him that much and it would get rid of any doubts he had about not being a good father.

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Jimin: As soon as she says those words he’d look over at you with a smirk. “Did you just hear that?” He’d say chuckling lightly. “Yeah, she’s too cute.” “She can’t resist my charm just like you huh?” He’d smile at you giving you a kiss on the cheek.

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J-Hope: He would get so excited. “Really? Me? Really?” He would question her so much that she’d get confused lol. “Hobi, just accept it.” You’d say laughing as you stand in the doorway watching them. “Thank you so much!” He’d shout squeezing her in for a hug.

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Rap Monster: “Really? Can you say that again?” He’d say after pulling out his phone. “What are you doing?” You’d ask confused. “I need to record this to show it to her when she’s older and starts to not spend as much time with me.” He’d be completely serious but you’d burst into laughter. “Wow, you really think ahead huh?” You’d reply before giving him a kiss. “Don’t worry, she’ll still love you.”

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Suga: “Well what can I say?” He’d reply as he shrugs his shoulders. “I am the best man you’ll ever meet.” But once he stopped joking he’d pull your daughter in for a hug. “Thank you, princess.” He’d say kissing the top of her head, a small smile on his face as he can’t stop thinking about how adorable she is.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Aeviternal Pt.01

Aeviternal: eternal, endless, never-ending

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: LOTS OF SWEARING, SEXUAL CONTENT

Inspired by this amazing video.


Jungkook was always a troublemaker. If the trouble hadn’t find him, he did the mess himself. And here he was, he had already become the youngest gang leader of the history of Seoul. 

He had everything he needed- strenght, stamina, agility, lots of plan Bs for every situation and of course he was lucky as hell. 

He had power, he had authority and money. He had sold drugs on the street for years to build up his empire. Now, the small kid in baggy clothes and beanie had disappeared, he changed to a formal attire when he was about to talk about business with someone.

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blue blooded bad boy• Shawn Mendes

A/N: just a smutty blurb about a bad biker boy Shawn. Think I might have blown a pupil writing this, I also think I wanna write a smut piece about it so message me if y'all want more!!

Inspired by this heart stopping picture (fuck sake Shawn you’re actually hurting me):

Masterlist: Hey come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!


He’s laughing at something.

Got a cigarette perched in his pretty mouth and he’s standing in front of his bike – sleek black, custom fitted, one of those cheap ones that runs on fumes and a whole lot of faith.

The smoke pours out of his pink, plump lips and he’s shielded from view for a second, then the cloud evaporates and he’s grinning, brown eyes hot, heavy and intrigued like he’s Sherlock fucking Holmes.

Her eyes are glazing over the blue blooded bad boy. He’s all smoldering gaze and belts and buckles and tobacco and nicotine, late detentions and truancy letters and misunderstood teenage angst.

He’s a 3 minute electric guitar solo and she’s the limp strum of the wrongly tuned, pre owned acoustic version.

That’s not what he thinks of her, however (not that he’d let anyone know, and not that she wanted him to, anyway)

To him she’s a fucking masterpiece. A blessing, an angel perhaps - wait, no, sometimes. Sometimes an angel.

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Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) dir. Jon Watts:

- Don’t make me come down here, you punk!
- I think he larps you
- Pretty sure this guy is a war criminal now.
- *stressed dad yells while talking on the phone* Sorry, Teenager.
- This is your chance Peter, kiss her!
- *Activating instant kill*
- I just love to come here and sketch people in crisis 
- Don’t hang me off when I’m complimenting you
- *enhanced interrogation protocol*
- *puppy dog eyes* The guy in the chair<3 
- You deserve this! Bye Mr Criminal!
- I’m…… looking at….. porn
- want me to activate instant kill?
- C’mon Peter, C'mon Spider Man! C’MON SPIDERMANNN!!!
- Young bud
- I’ve been carrying this since 2008
- WHAt the FU-
- Patience. 

I am just drowning in the stevetony fluff this week. Look at me writing everything except my stonya3 fic. Yikes.


He could hear Natasha laughing when he shuffled into the kitchen. He had spent the night catching up on the sleep he had lost during his work binge the last couple days, so he knew he probably looked a mess. He had had enough sense last night to take a shower before bed, but he probably still looked like a bleary-eyed crazy person.

He dragged himself over the coffee maker and grunted when he saw it was empty.

“Sorry, Tony,” Clint says, holding what Tony is assuming to be the last cup of the last pot in his hand. “Didn’t think you were going to be up this early.”

Tony turned back to the coffee maker and let out a little whine that he knew probably sounded pretty pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He grumbled a bit to himself as he went about making another pot.

He had just finished setting everything up and was leaning back against the counter with his eyes closed when he heard Steve come back from his run. He let himself slouch a little further into the counter, listening to the noises going on around him. He rubbed his eye with his palm, trying to get rid of the gritty, feeling in them.

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Always- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the prompt: “Truth or Dare? I dare you to spend the rest of the night tied to Prince Ivar at the wrists.” Thanks for the prompt!

Here is the result. More angst than originally planned. Oops?

TW: mild sexual content, infidelity

***
You had never known Hvitserk to be cruel.

Okay, that was a lie. You had never known him to be cruel to you. Other people were another story. But tonight, tonight you fell into that category of “other people”. For what he had done, you would consider the cruelest thing of all.

It had started innocent, a game of truth or dare among brothers and friends. It was a game played often, as you had known the Ragnarssons since you were all grubby children, playing in the mud. The ale and laughter had flowed, to the point where you could almost forget the aching hole that was etched permanently upon your heart. But then, it had been your turn. You had chosen dare. And Hvitserk, drunk and careless, had dared you to spend the rest of the night, tethered by the wrists, to none other than Ivar.

Ivar, the man you were hopelessly in love with. Ivar, the man you could not stay away from. Ivar, the man who would never be wholly yours.

You agreed to the dare, not only to be spared the severe penalty but to savour any sort of closeness you could get with the Prince.

You moved to sit beside Ivar. Someone came and bound your wrists together, you didn’t know who. All you could focus on were her eyes, staring at you from across the table, hating you. Wishing you would one day take to your father’s fishing boat and not return. Drowned, dragged to the bottom of the sea, a sea that she could somehow bend to her will. She knew, she knew that his heart lay with you and not with her. She was a pawn, a token used for land and power and offspring with a strong bloodline. You, you were the fire in his blood, the beating of his heart, the name on his lips when he took her to bed.

But you were a nobody, and princes did not end up with nobodies. They had mothers and fathers and brothers who pushed for alliances, for duty, for the good of the people. They ended up with someone who could give them those things.

You were not that someone.

You could feel Ivar’s skin next to yours, where your wrists touched, warm and familiar. It made you ache for an easier time, when there was nothing but bare skin and love and the hopes of the young and foolish. Hopes you could one day be together, love freely and without restraint. You hardly got any time with each other now. Every moment you could spend by his side was a precious one.

As if he could sense your distress, your lover placed your linked hands under the table, onto your thigh. He had not said anything when Hvitserk had issued the dare. He had not protested, had not insisted it be an insult to his wife to be tied to another woman. He had simply let it happen. A choice. A declaration. You over her, every time. And she knew it.

The weight of your joined hands on your thigh was comforting, a balm amidst the tension that was threatening to suffocate you. She flicked her eyes down to the table, disgust marring her pretty face. To her, you were worthless. She could not see what kept drawing him to you. You both knew she didn’t love him, only married him for the name and the power and the role of duty. But it irked her to no end that he did not fall at her feet like all the others, did not desire her body. She wanted to catch her prey, but he kept slipping through her net.

The game continued on. You could not focus. Ivar’s hand had inched higher up your thigh, fingers stroking over the soft material of your dress. Her eyes were now on her husband, cold and stony. He growled, baring sharp white teeth as his fingers sunk deep into your thigh. Baiting her, showing her what she was to him. The title of wife meant nothing.

It should have comforted you, to know he only wanted you. That she was nothing to him. But it still hurt. It hurt to know she carried the title of wife, and not you. It hurt to know she was by his side, would one day grow round with his child in her belly. She would have his future, and you would be naught but a secret in the dark. You did not want to share, you wanted all of him. Every moment, every look, every touch. It was not enough to know he loved you. Your heart was greedy. It wanted everything, for it and it alone.

Ivar pushed your joined hands further into your lap, fingers teasing your flesh. You could feel the desire flowing through them, his simmering need for you. With her, it was all about business, securing a child. With you, it was love and passion and burning, all consuming need. You did not get many chances to be together, and every encounter was a like a wild summer storm, fierce and raging.

He stopped his movements on your thigh, instead leaning over to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. No one was watching but her, no one cared but her. You should have felt bad for her, how must it feel knowing your husband cares not for you? But you did not. You would never see her as anything more than a thief. A thief who stole your happy future.

“Truth or dare?” Ivar whispered softly in your ear, voice laced with a dark lust. You shivered as his words slid over your skin like a silken scarf.

“Dare,” you whispered back, not daring to look at his face.

He leaned closer, his heady scent enveloping you like a tender embrace.

“I dare you to take me to bed. My bed.”

He meant the bed he shared with her, in the back of the Great Hall. You sucked in a breath. You had always met somewhere, never had he taken you in that bed, since he had gotten married. It was probably a bad idea.

But you did not care.

You stood up, grabbing Ivar’s crutches for him from where they leaned upon his chair. He allowed himself to give you a heated smirk, before the two of you awkwardly made your way towards the back of the Hall.

Her eyes followed you the whole way there.

But once you were enclosed in his private quarters, all thoughts but Ivar left your mind. He somehow managed to get his knife out of his belt, cut your bonds and throw you onto the bed with a few smooth motions. You eagerly reached for him as he lowered himself out of his crutches, desperate to feel all of him against you.

You needed him like air, you craved him like a drug. He fell upon you with a fervour only he could have, all groping hands and hungry kisses and loud, needy moans. He did not try to quiet himself, he did not care if she heard. If anyone heard. You found you did not care either. You arched into him and let him sweep you away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He took you fast, and he took you hard. No loving caresses, no soft teasing, no slow and sweet build up. Pure carnal desire, the kind that leaves delicious aches and bruises to savour. Ivar in his truest form, making you cry out, making you beg for more, more, more. You knew nothing but the slide of hot, slippery skin, the taste of salt and sweat, the stars exploding behind your eyelids.

After, you curled yourself around him, pressing your shaking body as close as you could get. He enclosed you in his arms, letting you rest against him as you both caught your breath. As you laid there, your euphoria faded, and the ache in your heart returned.

“It should be enough,” you said softly, tracing a pattern over his chest with your fingers. “It should be enough to share you, and know that it is me who holds your heart. People do it all the time. Look at your brothers, sharing Margrethe between them. But I am selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be your only wife, and the only woman you take to bed. I want to give you all your children. Is that wrong?”

He began to stroke his fingers through your long hair, blunt nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“It is not wrong,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It is not wrong, for I feel the same way. I do not want to be tied to her. I do not want her to bear my children. I chose you, and only you, a long time ago. When I think of how I would feel if our situations were reversed, I want to kill something. The thought of another man touching your makes me sick.”

It made you sick, too. You twisted so you could press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“If only I was not who I am. If only I was like her, from a family worthy-”

He cut you off with a firm hand to your throat, pulling you on top of him so he could look at you with angry eyes.

“Do not ever say that again,” he growls, fingers squeezing, squeezing. “Do not wish you were anything but what you are. You are perfect. You are not less than her. Do you hear me?”

You nod, and his fingers relax. His eyes, however, stayed hard and blazing.

“I will find a way,” he vowed. “I will find a way to weaken her father, to make it so he is not more powerful than us. I married his daughter so he would not overpower us; I will make it so he has no power, and so I will no longer be in need of my marriage. Then,” his face softens ever so slightly, “then I will be free to marry whom I wish.”

It was a lot to promise, and probably very much unlikely to come true. But you clung to his words like a child clings to its mother’s skirts. A distant hope. You leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I should go,” you whispered, thinking of her sitting in the Great Hall. “I should go before she comes to you.”

His grip on you tightened, possessive. “No. You will stay. She will not come to me tonight. You will stay, and let me hold you. I will wake at least once with you in my arms.”

You knew you should leave, before leaving got any harder, but a night in his arms was more than you ever got. So you agreed, nestling down against him, letting him wrap himself around you. The darkness pressed around you like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in a world where you could pretend only the two of you existed.

“Truth or dare,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark.

“Truth,” his hand was warm, calloused, perfect.

“Will you always love me? No matter what our lives become?” You knew the answer. But to hear it was a bandage across your broken heart

A sigh. A kiss on your head. Broad fingers squeezed yours.

“Always.”

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I known with Vikings sharing is caring, but I imagine some of them are not into it. Happy Sunday! ❤️

anonymous asked:

92 please xx

92. I think you’re an angel

It had been the night of their wedding, where they flew to Greece after the after party and wound up entangled in bed all night and through the early A.M.

Harry was the first one to wake, blinking his eyes a few times to the fuzzy, bright room around them. The Greek sunlight shone through the windows, painting the sun’s rays in funny patters along the bare hotel room walls. Her wedding dress lay messily folded in the corner, his tux jacket strewn somewhere he didn’t have the energy to look.

But most importantly, his wife lay in the nude next to him, love bites covering from her neck to her thighs. Her make up still heavily painted on as obviously the two were a little too busy for her to wash it off last night, mascara flecks down her cheeks.

Harry would never get use to waking up to his wife, as even she in the midst of her slumber was a sight for sore eyes, beautifully displaying his physical signs of love for her.

Y/N stirred, stretching her arms out above her before shuffling around and languidly popping her eyes open. They instantly met Harry, whom smiled lovingly.

“Morning my love,” He whispered, petting down pieces of frazzled hair from her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. So sore but I feel good.”

“S'what I like to hear.”

Harry shuffled closer, pulling her by her hips into the shape of his body in which they resembled cutlery. He tucked his head on her shoulder, breathing in the left over scent of her perfume the night before.

“Yesterday was like from a dream.” Y/N beamed. “Everything that could’ve gone wrong went right and it was the happiest day of my life.”

“Mine too. Happiest man on Earth, marrying you.”

They sunk back in to silence, one full of lazy movements and soft sighs. Harry was even sure he dozed off a little bit, awakening again with Y/N playing and twisting the rings on his fingers.

“You know,” Harry started with a raspy voice. “My exact thought when you were walking down the aisle was, ‘My God. I think she’s an angel. I think I’m marrying an angel sent down from Heaven, specifically made for me.’”

Y/N’s cheeks heated and she kissed his knuckle with a bashful smile. “You’re too sweet.”

“M'serious.” He murmured, spinning her around in their embrace so that they faced each other, the cream colored blankets getting twisted in their legs.

“I… I can’t say what it exactly is but you were made for me. Sent down from Heaven or sommat but I’ve never felt so lucky in my whole live as I do in this moment with you.”

Tears welled up in the back of her eyes as she felt the exact same way as Harry did. The rest of
their day was spent lying in bed, giving themselves to each other in the Greek summer over and over again.

baby #3

request: can i have an imagine where your at the hospital giving birth to your like 3rd kid and shawns there with your other kids and it’s just really cute tyty

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request (i’m writing today so please send some stuff in!)


“Daddy, when can I hold Hazel?” your 3 year old daughter, Jordan, asked your husband as you sat in the hospital.

“Probably a few more hours, baby,” Shawn said before placing a kiss on her forehead. He looked up and you and smiled before reaching over and squeezing your hand.

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Someone to Stay - AU

Previous Chapters

Chapter 11

“Faster.”

“I can’t.”

“Dammit, Joe!” Claire slammed her fists on the dashboard.

“LJ, there’s a speed limit. Your plane isn’t leaving any earlier than scheduled. Calm down!”

Claire sighed and fumed, curling up in the passenger seat. She drummed her fingers against the window until another murderous look from Joe made her stop with a huff.

As soon as she had realized her mistake, she was on Joe’s phone, dialing Jamie from memory. But it had gone straight to voicemail. Joe had plucked his mobile from Claire’s hands before she could hurl it against the wall too.

He had dialed Jenny’s number instead, and put Claire on immediately.

“Jenny? Oh God, I’m an idiot, I’m so sorry—”

“It doesna matter. It will work out,” Jenny said gently. “Right now, though, I need ye to get on a plane to Edinburgh. I’ve left an open ticket for ye at Gatwick, so please come as soon as ye can. Jamie’s back since yesterday, and he’s a mess.”

“So am I,” Claire gulped.

“He needs ye, Claire. As I’m sure ye need him” Jenny’s voice had gone quiet, and Claire had snapped out of her funk, racing to her room to pack.

“I’m on my way.”

*

The stupid train was faster than driving, she reminded herself, as it sped across the Scottish countryside.

From Inverness, she called Jenny from her new burner phone to be picked up. Then to Lallybroch. And Jamie.

As the driver Jenny had sent parked in front of the manor house, Claire jumped out, feet pounding on the gravel. Jenny threw open the kitchen door and embraced her fiercely. With a simple, “Go!” Claire bolted up the stairs. Closer.

Heart pounding, Claire knocked on the door to Jamie’s room. She could hear the strumming of his guitar, which didn’t stop, and then his voice called out.

“Jenny, go away.” Dejected, forlorn.

Claire swallowed hard. “It isn’t Jenny. It’s me, Claire.”

The guitar twanged abruptly. Footsteps and a pause.

“Sassenach—”

“May I come in?”

A beat. Two beats.

Claire fully expected him to tell her to go away too. She turned to oblige before he could do so, heart in her mouth, tears stinging.

Then a flurry of activity, trampling sounds, a couple of shits thrown in for good measure. And finally, a click and twist and the door swung open.

His eyes were bright as he looked at her, fingers gripping the door. Claire looked up at him through her eyelashes, unsure of where to begin. But at the beginning seemed best.

“I’m sorry. I believe you. I saw the picture. Joe and Jenny and…” Claire sighed, frustrated with her incoherence. “I looked closer. I noticed the ring. I’m here.”

Without warning, she found herself crushed against Jamie’s chest, and her hands clutching at him equally as tight.

“Claire, mo nighean donn, I’m sorry too. When Murtagh showed me the paper, I flew back to London. I knew it would be a blow, despite the lie.” Jamie brought her into the room and shut the door behind them.

They still hadn’t released each other. Jamie stepped back briefly, brushing Claire’s wild curls away from her face as she shook her head and laughed in relief—sweet sweet relief that flooded through her and wiped away all doubts.

Tha gaol agam ort?” she whispered, her own hands tangled in his hair.

Jamie smiled. “Always.”

*

“Thank you Edinburgh!” The answering clamor was deafening.

Claire grinned broadly from the wings, clapping her hands along with the crowd. The venue lights dimmed suddenly to blue. The backdrop of Edinburgh Castle was spectacular, the esplanade packed with fans all the way to the top tiers of the grandstands.

“Thank you, everyone.” Jamie took a seat on a stool and palmed a beautiful Gibson acoustic, with a tortoiseshell inlay that Claire had given him for his birthday. He laid it across his lap and touched the strings slowly. He managed to catch her eye and winked in his usual fashion – more like a nodding blink.

Claire laughed and blew him a kiss, as he turned to the audience and said, “This one is new. It goes out to the love of my life.”

He strummed out the intro chords, and sang.

Falling doesn’t come easy
It all takes time
To give someone your heart
I saw the walls, began to climb

You only wanted someone to stay
To be there for you
To hold you close and say
I won’t let go
I promise I’ll be
Someone to stay

Jamie rose suddenly as Willie took over with another guitar, keeping the same riff going over and over. Jamie walked purposefully towards Claire, and before she knew it, he had pulled her onstage in front of thousands of people.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, her face flaming crimson.

“Claire.” Her hands, which had been tugging his so she could get away, stilled at his tone. He was still wired to a mic, and her name reverberated over the grounds. She stared into the deep azure, made bluer by the artificial lights.

And then he went down on one knee.

The crowd went wild, but to Claire it sounded as though the roar came from underwater. Her eyes were on his and couldn’t look away. Not even as turned the palm of her hand so he could place the cabochon ruby ring into it.

“Claire… Sassenach… I want to be someone to stay. Will ye let me? Will ye marry me?”

*

The roiling of her stomach and whirling in her head had her racing for the bathroom in the small hours of the morning. The sounds of her retching and the splash in the toilet bowl had Jamie padding barefoot over to Claire as he held her hair back.

“Sassenach, I’m sorry you’re unwell.” He smoothed a hand across her forehead, which felt clammy and cold.

“Stupid bloody sushi. Let’s never—” Claire’s moans were cut off in a fresh wave of nausea.

“I’m throwing the takeout menu out. Dinna fash.” Jamie helped her up. She rinsed out her mouth and pressed a damp towel to her face.

“I have class today. I can’t make it, though.” Claire stumbled back to the bed, kicking the comforter away in her flushed state. “I’ll text Louise.” She groaned into the pillow, but felt mildly better after expelling the contents of her stomach.

“It isnae catching, love?” Jamie sat beside her and patted her back gently; she curled up on her side and took deep breaths.

“I don’t think so. You go on ahead. I’ll call you later.” The soothing motions of Jamie’s hand on her back had lulled her halfway to sleep again.

“I’ll call you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Rest easy, Sassenach. I love ye.”

“I love you more,” Claire mumbled into the bed.

It was only hours later when she woke up that she realized: she was sick in the mornings. She was sleepy all the time. She did some backwards counting and discovered she was also late.

After almost two years of trying, she needed a pregnancy test.

*

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony…”

Claire smiled at Jamie, who beamed back as they held hands. They could hear a murmur of approval behind them as their nearest and dearest were gathered behind them in the church pews to witness their union.

“To help, and comfort, that the one ought to have of the other, both in prosperity and adversity…”

All the band members were there with their families. Rupert and Geillis were there as a couple too, and all of Jenny and Ian’s bairns. The church was redolent with flowers, and flickering candlelight everywhere.

“With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.”

Ian Murray stood as best man, and held a black velvet box with their rings in it. For Jamie, a simple white-gold band he could easily play guitar with. For Claire, a silver ring with an intricate Highland pattern of Scottish thistles.

They left the church amidst a shower of rice and a chorus of well-wishers, to a beautiful reception at Lallybroch and a Mediterranean honeymoon.

*

Claire waited anxiously in their bedroom as she heard the key turn in the lock. She heard Jamie close the door behind him and open the fridge. A clinking of bottles as he found the champagne.

“Sassenach?”

Claire stifled a giggle, but did not answer. She heard his footsteps head in her direction and then stop abruptly.

First, the Gibson guitar with a handwritten note on it that read “1979”.  She had set it on the floor between the kitchen and the living room.

She fought the urge to peek. Jamie walked on, his tread easily recognizable. Then it stopped again, right outside their bedroom. Lying there was the stethoscope he had given her after she had passed her medical school finals. Alongside it was another note that read “1981”.

“Oh, God.” Jamie’s voice was muffled behind the door, and Claire couldn’t resist.

“Jamie?”

The door opened and finally, he saw her. Standing in the middle of the room, holding the last of the notes. This one had a purple question mark drawn on it, and “2018” printed beneath it.

“’Tis true?” Jamie’s smile was blinding as he knelt in front of Claire, reaching out to her. His arms went around her legs and his face pressed against her still-flat belly. Her own hands brushed back his hair, and she caught the trickle of a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Are you happy, Jamie?” A knot in her throat made the words come out in a whisper. Jamie raised his head to look up at her. His eyes were radiant, and he placed a kiss on her stomach.

“I’m verra happy, Sassenach.” He smoothed her blouse over the invisible bump reverently. “Och, lad—or lass—” he added, with a smile in his voice, “we canna wait to meet ye. I’m yer Da.” Jamie cleared his throat. “Ye ken yer mam already, I’m sure. She’s a lady of grace, a woman of strength, a doctor and an astonishing beauty. She’s yer mam, Claire Fraser.”

*

FIN

Jokers Daughter Imagine: New Puppy

Request: ( @whatshernamemaria ) Can U Do Imagine Where CP is 7 and gets a dog. 

Joker drove down the street with one hand on the white steering wheel and one hand trying to keep the mut next to him calm. For a brief moment Joker considered driving the purple lamborghini right into a tree just to silence the pathetic little thing from barking. He wanted to pick the puppy up and crush it by the skull, He gripped the wheel tighter and snarled before slamming on the gas and racing through traffic. If I wasn’t so goddamn soft hearted... he growled down at the dog before looking up and having to slam on the breaks. The car in front of him stopped at a red light, amateur, he whispered before pulling his gun out and firing wildly out his window… he 

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Being Bruce Wayne’s Childhood Friend Turned Girlfriend Would Include...

Being Bruce Wayne’s Childhood Friend Turned Girlfriend would include…

Warnings: swearing. Im sorry im like this.

 

- Both of you meeting at a banquet when you were just five

- You played tag

- “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME WAYNE!!!” “WATCH ME (L/N)!!”

- You got caught

   - A lot

- “I told you I was better!” *you blow raspberry*

- “Mom! Look! I have a new friend!! His name is Bruce!” “Hello Madam! I’m Bruce!”

   - T h e y  lo v e  h i m

      - Who doesn’t??¿¿

- “Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuucey!” “What’s wrong?!” “Can I have some water please?”

“Mommy, can (y/n) sleep over?” “Of course!

- His parents a d o r e you

- They always invite you over

- You accompany him on his yearly hikes with his dad

- You always play around the manor with him and Alfred

  - Usually tag and hide and seek

- “BRUCE WHY DID YOU BREAK THAT VASE??¿¿” “IT WASN’T ME IT WAS (Y/N)!”

T~I~M~E S~K~I~P 5 YEARS

- He asked you out on your first ‘date’ on his tenth birthday ball

- It was on the hike; that year you both went alone

- He said “Look! (F/C) rocks!”

  - O B V I O U S L Y you followed them

- It lead to a bouquet of corndogs

  - Because you don’t care for flowers and UHM F O O D

- The card is a big cake with (F/C) frosting forming “Will you be my date to the ball?”

   - O f  c o u r s e

- You didn’t really think of it as a date; you were just ten at the time and you didn’t care about boys that way

- At the ball, you had a simple white dress and he was wearing an adorable suit and tie.

- You stayed at the snack bar and played with him; because EWWWW DANCING WITH A BOY

   - c o o t i e s

- Then your parents forced you

- “BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DANCE”

   - “Ow that’s my foot!”

   - “Dude my knee!”

   - “F U N N Y B O N E”

- You just swayed around when the slow song came on

- Then you saw him smile as he placed his hand on your waist and felt a SBDOSBFJSHSOFBFUXNSL right in your heart and you fucking knew you loved this boy

- You were just ten but you knew for a fact that you were gonna marry this boy

   - “I dare you to tell me I won’t marry him, (o/b/f/n). I fucking dare you.”

- So, at the end of the day, when you went back home

- You fucking kissed his cheek before running away

- You didn’t see him hold a hand to his cheek and blush madly

- And you didn’t know that he felt the same thing as you had earlier

T~I~M~E~S~K~I~P 3 YEARS

- WHEN HIS PARENTS DIED HE CRIED HIS HEART OUT ON YOUR SHOULDER THAT NIGHT

- You arrived at the crime scene not giving a flying fuck when the cops said you couldn’t trespass

- “(y/n)… They’re gone… I’ll never get to tell them I love them anymore…” “Bruce, I’m here for you… Always.”

- Ofc you cried With him; They were like your second parents

- Alfred often called you over during the time he wanted to test himself

  • “BRUCE!” “It’s okay, it’s just a little burn.” “YOUR WHOLE HAND IS RED”
  • “Eat.” “I’m not hungry.” “Eat, or I swear I’m gonna shove this down your throat.”

One day, you were invited over.

  • “Is it a special occasion?” “No, I just want you to see something…”

- It was getting to watch his Training with Alfred.

- G o d d a m n  

- H e  l o o k e d  s o  g o o d

- He was so concentrated

- And that’s when you discovered something new

  - “BOYS CAN BE HOT WTF”

T H E N

- You saw some girl appear next to you

- She was so quiet you got fucking scared

- “Hey.” “H-hey… I like your hair, it looks fucking awesome.” “Thanks, I’m Selina, but my friends call me Cat.”

- “Hi (y/n)! You’ve met Cat, I see? :)” “Yes I have; w-why is she here??”

   - ((B e i n g  l o w k e y  j e a l o u s))

- “She saw who killed my parents.”

- You being like I JUST FUCKING MET THIS GIRL AND SHE ALREADY STOLE HIM

- Trying to hide it but she knows what’s up

- She’s so fucking disrespectful to Alfred you have to restrain yourself from attacking her

- When she left you turned to Bruce

- “Who the f-” “Ahem, Miss. (l/n).” “Sorry, Alfred. Who the fricketty-frack?!”

- “I told you!” “WHY IS SHE HERE?!” “She needs to get accommodated and acquainted with me if she’s going to testify.”

- “Ah. I c.” “Why are you so con-” “nO rEaSoN.”

T H E N

- You had come over to his house to speak with him about your feelings for him and what do you walk in on?

- Cat kissing him.

- A n d  h i m  k i s s i n g  b a c k

   - You hid ofc.

- “Do you fucking think im ever going to let him look at me again?¿?¿”

- You were running away as you bumped into Alfred and he asked if you were okay.

   - Your eyes started welling up with tears as you said “Absolutely.”

- You didn’t want to see him anymore. It hurt a lot to see him love someone else.

- You were thirteen, and had experienced heartbreak. It’s not like you enjoyed it. It felt terrible; you wanted to die. You felt unloved and useless to anyone.

- One day your phone rang

   - “Ms. (l/n), Master Bruce would very much appreciate If you came by for a short visit-”

   - “No.”

L I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I E S

- You came over. You were gonna tell him.

   - Screw the consequences.

- You walked in on the same fucking girl.

- But Bruce was crying.

- “I didn’t see who killed your parents. I lied.”

- “BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO”

- You punched her in the face and she scratched your cheek.

- She left with a bloody nose :)

- “AND IF I SEE YOU NEAR HIM AGAIN ITS TO APOLOGIZE YOU FUCKING CUNT.”

  • You turned back to him and he was still teary eyed
  • You hugged him so hard he had to say “I-I can’t breathe…”
  • When you pulled back you looked at him
  • The young boy you had always known to be a little happy joker ((hehe)) was turning into a man, bent on justice.
  • And you still loved him.
  • So you kissed him.
  • He was taken aback, but kissed back
  • He placed his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders
  • You kissed for like five minutes but it wasn’t enough
  • Alfred was the one who ruined it
  • “Master Bruce- oh my…” “Alfred I can explai-” “FINALLY!”
  • “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BLOODY DAY SINCE HIS TENTH BIRTHDAY.” He chants as he stomps around the mansion
  • “So… How long have you liked me Bruce…?”
  • “Since my tenth birthday ball… What about you?”
  • “The same thing…”
  • That one question burning your insides. So you let it out
  • “Why did you kiss Selina?”
  • “I didn't… She kissed me…”
  • Tears forming and him wiping them away when they fall
  • “I only love you, (y/n)…”


((bts thats not my gif :)))