and suddenly he can feel it

anonymous asked:

So, imagine there was a huge sleepover. Male nations are downstairs and female nations upstairs. Male nations start playing truth and dare and suddenly it lands on Lithuania/Latvia/Estonia/Norway/Romania/Iceland (separate, please) and they choose the truth. They have to admit that they hold feelings for Y/N. And they do it but turns out Y/N wanted some water, came downstairs and heard it. What do they do?

You asked me Twice, you must want it pretty Badly!

Lithuania:

“E-Eh, I-uh…This is awkward.”

  • This boy is so embarrassed he can barely speak.
  • Like, he can’t even speak his own native tongue
  • If a Baltic or Poland is near by he will hid behind them
  • If not he’ll hide in a bathroom or cupboard till he can process everything
  • Once he has he will confront Y/N and explains himself
  • He’ll also apologies with flowers/chocolates

Latvia:

(whispers) “ohmygoodnessi’msosorry!”

  • Boy can’t even begin to comprehend what just happened
  • Hope this party got booze cuz he gotta drink the pain away
  • Probably drank the party out 
  • and is now passed out on the floor
  • When it’s over he sends a apology note to Y/N
  • He can’t even handle the entire thing and blushes every time he thinks about it.

Estonia:

“Y/N-HAS THE BEST OUTFIT TONIGHT RIGHT?”

  • Attempts to cover his butt with a compliment 
  • Even if he knows that Y/n heard everything
  • Then pretends that whatever he made up is the only thing he was talking about.
  • Asks Finland to cover his ass
  • Never speaks of that night again
  • If Y/n and him ever start to date considers it the starting point.

Norway:

“Well then, guess thats one way ta ask someone out.”

  • Uses it as a way to confess his feelings
  • Can’t even show how happy he is after getting that off his chest
  • Denmark will get smacked for laughing
  • Nor might even smile seeing Y/n blush
  • Asks Y/n after the sleepover
  • No matter how hard he try’s he will bring it up as much as possible

Romania:

“Dammit, now I need to wipe your memory”

  • He had a plan and he will stick to it
  • Even if it means wiping every ones memory 
  • Unless he planned it out like this…
  • In which case he has a mission and that mission is love
  • FLIRTING AND PRESENTS ARE A GO!
  • He is a very organized man and what he wants, he gets.

Iceland:

“…Mr. Puffin said that.”

  • This boy can make a tomato, jelly
  • You know that vine where they peace out and vanish
  • He will do that 
  • He’ll text Y/n an apology and explains himself
  • what Y/n ain’t know is that they’ll be talking to Hong Kong because he doesn’t know what to say.
  • just embarrassed about the entire thing
Chapter 4 (Sirens of Hyperion)

Sirens of Hyperion Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Siren Original Female Character

Words: 794

Warnings: None!?

Summary: During one of the missions, Bucky is rescuing hostages when he stumbles upon a room with a tank full of foggy water inside. The room triggers Bucky’s memories and induces a panic attack. Steve speeds to help his friend when he hears gunshots. The team just discovered a myth and shutting down HYDRA doesn’t seem so impossible anymore.

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Warnings for uh, some light torture and death? Yeah? Yeah
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It was only while Cyrek slept could he truly enjoy the cosmos.
Space swirled around his head in an array of bright colors, while the glow of distant stars twinkled in the darkness between. The planet spun slowly beneath him, clouds drifting over the beautiful oceans and bountiful land. Cyrek stretched out, grasping for the tail of a passing comet and feeling it’s icy shards go through him.
That’s right, he could only see, not touch.

Pressure begins to build behind his eyes, and suddenly he’s being pulled away from his spot. It’s /them/ again- trying to rip him away from his spot and send him spiraling down into their domain. They can never reach him up in space themselves, so they drag him down like a dog.
Cyrek is powerful but, after months of the same onslaught, he cannot reject their power. Because it is here between worlds that he is vulnerable and weak to attack.

He’s blinded suddenly and with a flash of searing pain- the first attack in a volley that is sure to follow.
Cyrek cries out as something collides with his body and sends him flying across the space, only to collide face first with something harder than steel and just as unkind.
Claws rip across his body and pluck him away, pressing harshly into his skin. Flesh splits apart with sickening ease and he feels blood run over what remains of his hide. He twists to escape but it’s for naught. He can never fight like this, and his only saving grace is that he cannot die here.

/You are an abomination to Us. How dare you sully Our lands with your kind!/

A voice sneers in his ears as something tightens round his neck. It chokes him with all the softness of a noose and he’s left sputtering. Hands raise to pull it away but it jerks instead and leaves him freely hanging in the void. Air escapes with every shuddering breath and his lungs start to burn painfully.

/͉͇̦̙̥̙͝ͅY̬̪̠̻ò̭͖̱͉͚̺̟u̱̙͓̙͎ͅ ̴̦̮̠̫̙͚̭a͙̝̠̬̱̜̮r͔͇̼̖͠e̢̼͔̼̹͎̹ ̥̣̻̟n̰̞̹̘ó̻̩͈ ̬͟b͕̤̣͇̟̣̤e̫͈̩͕̦t̲̼̮̗̱̘t̪͙͉̪͜e̲̭̺̦͞r̢̩̲ ̪̲t̺̮̱h̡̹̗a̹͕̻͎͚n͔͚ ̯͖͚̫t͚̘̥h̳̦̰̳̲̥̻e̖̪̹̘̻͞ ̛̠̳͔͔̯̙Ş͉̳̫͕͙ḫ͟ḁ̪̗d͔̜̟̼é̪̰͙͔.̡̩̥̱͈͖̗ ̣̠̱̥Y̨̝͇̖̝̫o͈̜̥͖͟u̵̘̯̜͙͕ ̸͚̪̹̠͉͙ͅc͈̪͙͜o͏̯͓ns͉̖̖̜͕̙ͅu̷̗͉̰̫me̝̪̲͍ ̻͡w̳͍̕h̸ạ͍̞͢t͇̘͈̺̞̣̰ ̹͎̣̖i̯s̘̦͎̲n͍̩'̧͈͚̠͚͕̱̲t҉̘ ̥̪̖͇̱̹y̹̜o͉̝͎̣u̫̻͜r̞̥̠̣s̝ ̭̩͢a͡n̛̙d̼̳̞̳̻͈ ha͏͉̗͉͇͔̮v̷̩̝e̮͔̯̪̻̞̕ ͏̦̯͈̯̣͓̬t̷̬h̯̬̪ͅe̗̣̗̞ ͓̹̰ͅg̠͍̻͖̕ḁ͕̼̝l͇̜͓̪̮͢l̸ ͕̭t͇̘o̸͚̙ ͍̗̣ḇ̼͖̭̪̳e ̡̹̗̞̠̤n҉̘̦̯͔͕̥̤a̶m̦̹̲e̤͡d̠͇̺̙̝̹̬ ̮͔̝͖̲̮́'͉͕͚̟̖̩͙͞G͙͙̯͉͔̼o̬̟͓̯d̤̳̼͖̺̗͔'̨̬͔̯͈̥/̷͉͈̞̮̤̯


Whatever is choking him disappears suddenly. With nothing to catch him, Cyrek falls. He doesn’t know where to, nor could he tell. His head is spinning faster than his body and everything /hurts/.

/҉̹͙̺̞̱͕ͅY̟̰͇̭̺o̮̩̗̘͍u̼͔̬r̴̜͖ ͉͕̩͍o҉n̺̹̰͈̜̱̩͘l͚̱ͅy̫̹͈̫͈̮͠ͅ ̖s͙a͍v̢̹̱̥̲i̲̳̳̦̥n̜̟̻͓͈g̲̞̳̣̫ ̫̥̼̫̲̩̹ģ͍͓r̫̥a̫͎͙̳͠c͏̯̫͉̺e͍͚̜͙̫̫͕ ̸͔͙̬͖i̬̰ṣ ̡͙̘̲̘̤y̝̳͙͈̤̥͟o͕͔̟u̷̫͇̮ͅr̬̻̼̫ ̡̜̫̗̯p̭͜o͕̱w̰̦̼̭̼̖̩e̘̖̲͔ͅr̶͎- ͍̪̙̬̯ͅs̛͖̺̪̞̳̟̻h͏̬̞̫̝̙͓o̷͍̳̫u̷̗͍͉̳͉̙̱l͏̺͔̤̦̳̗͓d͇͕̩̪̭ͅ i̢̺̤t̜͉ ̰̤̻̮̻͝e̴̤͚̲̦̪̣v̰͈e̠̰̣r̫̤̩̱͚̹͎̕ ͈͎̳̫̭f̧a̢͈̦̗̤̟̝̭i̮͎̰̩̙̱͍l ͕͓͞ͅWe̘̲ ͉̬ͅw҉̙̜̬͚ì̳̯͕̝͕ͅl̦l ̵n҉o̯̦̳t̥̞ ̢͖̩̥h̪͙̥̤͘e̼͠s͏̬̠̦̼̟̺i̥͍̘̟͖̮t̡͇͕̪a̦̩̙͇͈t͙͎̗è͖ ͍̯t̙̰̪̦͖̝̲ò̫̼̬̰̺̬ ̠̗̹͎́e̙̠̝̼̘̳r̲̞̘̺͡a̛̬̝d͇̹͔̤͍͍͘i̙͎͖̯͢ͅc̥̺̥͈a̰͡t̛̥͔̩̲e͍͙̣̥̺̕ ̱ͅyo̡̞̲̝̳ṵ̪ ̳̗̻fr̯̖̤̩̟̥̦͞o͉̖͚̣̼̟m̝̫̦͓ ̤̩͕̹̟̀ͅO͉͙u͙̩̰̺͎͝r͉̦̯͡ͅ ̰̩̹̠̭͚̬ḍ̯̥͖̺͔͝ͅo̶̹m̦ạ̖ͅi͍̲̞̩n̸̗͍/

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Cyrek wakes suddenly and violently- he rears from the nest with a shriek that pierces the quiet night. He couldn’t see! Everything was awash in an unnatural darkness and pain filled every nerve beneath the skin. He thrashed, hitting the wall of his hut and breaking through its bamboo construct to fall upon the cold ground outside.
There was a voice, someone familiar, trying to comfort him and hands grabbing at fire laden limbs. Cyrek recoiled with a hiss and flung out an arm, magic wildly discharging outwards and away.

“CYREK NO!”

Several screams filled the air as buildings exploded in the night, sending up sprays of blue fire and bamboo remains. Clan members jolted from their sleep as others screamed for help, dragging mates from the destruction and trying to put the quickly spreading fire out. The smell of burning flesh was quickly coming on strong.

“Cyrek!”
There was a heavy weight pushing down on Cyrek, trying to hold back flailing limbs and convulsing body.
“Listen to me Cyrek! You need to stop, people are dying!”
It was Tama, snarling between gritted teeth as he struggled to contain the panicked god.

Cyrek convulsed and struck again, throwing the large Guardian off with a twist of his body. He was losing control of his magic in greater bursts, blue fire and wind swirling around his frame. The ground began to crack beneath him, rock flying off into the distance.

CRRRRRAAACCK!

Cyrek slumped to the ground, magic dissipating around him and receding into nothing but fumes. Cascadia stood behind him, soot streaked across her skin and clothes clearly burnt. In her hands was a hefty metal rod, adorned with carved sigils and strange runes.
The village continued to burn though, and cries of desperation took over the air. Her eyes swept to Tama, face steely and body tense.
“Get the fire out- quickly! I will take care of him,” she croaked, dropping the rod and crouching to Cyrek.
Tama turned and ran into the fray, barking orders to his soldiers and taking charge.

Cyrek did not wake again.

You can still feel the water in your lungs, even though they are long gone. Weighing down every breath you should be taking, feeling the phantom ache in your ribcage with every passing moment. Your laboured, disembodied breathing and coughing fills these long, empty hallways, only interrupted by the drip of the damned leaking pipes and the frozen wind howling through the halls. It’s a place of misery, of constant rain and dampened walls.

But then he comes, and brings the sunlight with him. Suddenly, the harsh winter wind is a light summer breeze. The leaking pipes and damp walls fade into the background, no longer reminding you of your constant discomfort. When he’s around, even if he can’t see you, his presence makes your lungs lighter and eases the ache. Suddenly, for the first time since you’ve died, you can breathe easy.

Imagine - Zach asking you to sleep over at his house

Originally posted by capuleht

@nrowanova request: “just imagine zach’s mom and sister not being home and he asking you to come over and 👀”

You and Zach were in your bedroom helping him study for his next biology test, but Zach kept getting distracted by wanting to kiss you. “Zach, babe, we got to study for bio right now” you told him when he tried to lean in and give you a kiss again. “I know and we will, but we’ve been studying for hours, I think it’s time we take a break, don’t you?” He says with a flirty grin, planting a kiss at the base of your neck. He slowly starts peppering kisses up along your neck until he reaches past your jawline to your lips. “Zach…” You say warningly. But to no avail, Zach kisses your lips. It starts off slow and innocent, until his tongue swipes across your bottom lip demanding for entrance. You know you should stop him now and continue studying but you just can’t find the will power to do it. So you decide to give up and let Zach’s tongue have access to your mouth. He immediately plunges in, driven by a frenzy of hunger. You moan into his mouth, Zach truly is an amazing kisser, which is no surprise. He is one of the most popular guys in school, you’re sure he has kissed plenty of girls before you. But that’s not important right now, so you push the thought from your mind and concentrate on Zach. His hands are slowly trailing down your back all the way to your ass, which he cups. After a couple of minutes of making out, Zach breaks the kiss and looks you in the eyes, “I love you, you know that right (y/n)?” he says a little out of breath from your previous actions. You look and him, slightly confused where this is going, but say with a small smile and a peck on his lips, “Yea of course I do Zach, I love you too.” He smiles back at you but then looks down for a second contemplating his next words. “My mom and my sister are out for the weekend to go and visit some relatives… And I have the house to myself… So I was thinking maybe you’d like to come and sleep over, you know, spend the weekend together…?” He asks with a nervous smile. You freeze. Zach and you have never slept over at each other’s house and with the way Zach is acting right now, you know what he’s insinuating what he wants to do this weekend with you. You’ve never gone past the stage of making out, you guys haven’t done IT yet, nor have you talk about doing so. Of course you love Zach with all your heart and you do want to do it with him, but there’s one little problem. You’re a virgin. And given Zach’s social status at school and how popular he is with the girls at Liberty high, you can only assume he’s already lost his. You don’t want to disappoint him, and being it is your first time, you’re scared… Zoning back into reality, you look at Zach, he looks nervous and you feel bad for making him wait for an answer. But you’ve made up your decision now. “Sure, that’s sounds great” you say softly with a gentle smile. Zach exhales, relieved. “Awesome!” He says suddenly excited for this weekend. “I can’t wait to spend some alone time with my favourite girl” Zach says smirking. You laugh, excited, although a tad bit nervous, too. He suddenly leans in and gives you a long, passionate kiss. “This will be fun” Zach says after breaking the kiss, “trust me”. And so you and Zach return to your biology notes and continue studying. You look over at Zach, he’s concentrating hard on reading some notes, you smile softly, no longer afraid of this weekend and not fearing of disappointing Zach. He loves you, you can see that, and you love him. That’s all that really matters…

2

Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Dating Alex Standall would include :

- Let’s be honest, Alex gets jealous over ridiculous things

- You used to be a part of the F.M.L group, distanced yourself from Jessica but you’ve never let Hannah down

- That’s why you’re not on the tapes

- You’ve been really upset when you found out about the list and even more when you saw how much it was hurting Hannah

- So you ripped it in pieces in front of him, as you told him how disappointed you were

- You didn’t talk for days until he showed up at your house (even though you told him not to) with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear

- He cried a bit, told you how sorry he was and practically jumped on you before pulling you into a really tight hug

- You gave up the silent treatment and of course you took him back

- Coffee dates at Monet’s

- Calling his dad “sir” and him treating you like his own daughter

- Trying to convince him that his friends have a really bad influence on him and him not wanting to believe it

- “At least, stay away from that Bryce… I don’t trust him at all.

- Calling him ‘blondie’ and making fun of his hair color

- Having a lot of cute and funny selfies together

- He wasn’t much of a fan of holding hands at the beginning of your - relationship but now he’s always holding it

- Or at least he has an arm around your shoulders / waist

- Healing his wounds when he gets into another stupid fights

- “You should really stop hanging out with them."  ”Mmh.

- Always going with him to the hospital when he gets his stomach things and always carrying some medication in case it happens during class

- Noticing his sudden mood swings after he discovered the tapes and thinking that it’s because of you

- ”Alex, you know you can talk to me, right ?

- You think that deep down, he still has feelings for Jessica

- Even though he assured you a thousand times that it wasn’t the case

- Telling him to stop picking fights with Montgomery, that he’s not worth it

- When he suddenly says ” I love you “, holds you and kisses you more than usual you start to worry

- Confronting him about it

- ” I just love you, that’s all. Don’t worry.

- His dad calling you in the middle of the night

- You cried while you drove to the hospital

- You skipped school just to stay by his sides

- His dad and brother telling you that you have to go home and get some rest but you don’t wanna hear anything

- So they bring you food every day

- You holding his hand all along

- Clay coming every day after school to check if you’re okay and if Alex woke up

- ”It’s not your fault, (Y/N).

- ”I should’ve noticed it earlier.


Originally posted by sprayberrypack1998

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Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175


“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

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itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

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Prompt 3

It was supposed to be shorter (; ̄д ̄)


Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

“Another?” she asked.

Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”

“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”

“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.

“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.

Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.

He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.

Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.

Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

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Suga/Yoongi-

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

  • Tickle Fights would probably occur during lazy days.
  • You two would just be lying down and suddenly you feel a hand against your side.
  • And you laugh which gives away the ticklishness
  • Then that beautiful stupid smirk would appear on his face.
  • I mean he probably already knew you were ticklish but forgot so this was a nice reminder.
  • They wouldn’t last long but he would only do it to see your smile and hear your laugh.
  • Because he is a fluff ball and appreciates the sound of your laugh and the sight of you smile.
  • Might tickle you once you’ve been crying but like after he had comforted you and just wanted to see your smile.
  • He has super soft hands though. I can sense it.

Rapmonster/Namjoon-

Originally posted by ksjknj

  • Tickle Fights would happen when he feels extra stressed.
  • But he wouldn’t start them. So you would be the one to start them.
  • But you’d have to start them when you can tell that he is stressed as it would be a great stress release for him.
  • Of course it wouldn’t take him long to complete control the situation and to be the one tickling rather than being tickled.
  • Sometimes you would be able to tell that he was working way too hard and without a break so a way to stop him if only for a little while would be a tickle fight.
  • He would definitely resist for a tiny bit but soon after you would be begging him to stop.
  • The grin and dimples he would have would be amazing.
  • They would be a way to cheer each other up if one of you were having a particularly stressful day.

J-Hope/Hoseok-

Originally posted by jhope-ah

  • Tickle fights with Hobi would happen when he has energy he has to burn.
  • Like Hobi to me seems like he gains energy when being with people and talking to people so after a show, practice and even though he has just worked his butt off he would still have energy to spend on you.
  • So maybe as soon as he comes home and you would be lying around he would attack you with kisses and then suddenly his hands like just started tickling you.
  • It would entirely be sincere.
  • To him it would be a way to show you that even though he is busy he will always have time and energy to love you and be with you.
  • Tickle Fights are just fluffy lovey cuteness. Does anyone else need this because now I made myself want a tickle fight with Hobi?

Jin-

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

  • Jin’s would be all playfulness. Probably in the mornings when you two have just woken up.
  • You would probably start it without realising.
  • Like he would be downstairs cooking breakfast and you would’ve just woken up and went downstairs to see your chief of a boyfriend in only some sweats just cooking away.
  • So you would wrap your arms around his waist and accidentally brush his side and then he’ll giggle away.
  • So you’d keep doing it and he’d keep laughing covering his mouth as his laughing got louder.
  • Eventually he’ll turn around and try to tickle you too.
  • He leaves it so long because he loves the feeling of your skin on his even if it is not sexual.

Jimin-

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

  • This shy little muffin would just attack you at random times of the day depending on what you were both doing.
  • Like just walked through the door? BAM Jimin is attacking your side with his not so Mochi hands anymore.
  • Cleaning? NOPE your on the floor under Jimin as he tickles your sides non stop.
  • There is no stopping this man.
  • Always be expecting, always.
  • I feel like for him it would be a game on how many times he can get you begging for him to stop.
  • But really he did it because he loves your smile and your laugh.
  • Plus it makes him seem less baby when your begging him to stop tickling.

Jungkook-

Originally posted by bangtan

  • This evil little Maknae would use tickle fights as a way of punishment or torture.
  • They’d be sweet to of course.
  • But mainly they would be used as punishment.
  • Don’t let his act fool you.
  • As he is extremely competitive If you ever beat him in literally anything he will tickle you.
  • Mainly because he loves the laughs you make when you can’t hide them or control them.
  • He is actually sweet and just loves it when you don’t hide anything form him especially your laugh and smile.
  • Jungkook is actually precious and hates people hiding themselves from him.

V/Taehyung-

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

  • Tickle Fights are something he would do just to get your attention back on him or if he is bored.
  • If Tae has had enough of the drama your watching but you’re watching it he will get super bored and just craved your attention.
  • So he jokes pokes relentlessly at your side and you know you can’t ignore him, even if you do try.
  • Tae just loves you so much that he wants your attention most of the time.
  • Like he will always be attached to you so it wouldn’t be so hard for him to just poke your side.
  • It wouldn’t be too bad for you though. 
  • While you have him tickling you get to stare up at his boxy smile and hear his goofy little chuckles as you squirm and wiggle.

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Zach accidentally hits you in the head with a basketball

Request: “Hello ☀️can i request an imagine? the reader is a theatre kid and is walking around the school practicing her lines only to accidentally walk into the gym and be knocked out by zach demosey throwing a basketball durning a game? the show is v sad and realistic and I was thinking this might be a little bit lighthearted! maybe it’s set before hannah got depressed? so she and Tony and clay are watching the game too? 💛 thank you 💛💛”


“You okay closing up the classroom (Y/N)?” Melanie, one of my drama classmates, asks me.

“Yeah, I should be fine Melanie. Enjoy the game.” you say with a small smile.

It’s Friday night and you’re still at school in the drama classroom, going over some of your lines for an upcoming play at Liberty High.

Melanie, flashes you a sweet smile. “You should really come to the game too, (Y/N). There’s nothing better than watching a bunch of sweaty, hot guys dribbling around a basket ball.” She says dreamily, with a small giggle.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language, and is smut.  It contains fingering. 


I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgement and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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The Divide Series: Perfect

Ah, apologies that it took so long to get up. Enjoy. x

Also the time gap between the two scenes, in my mind, is 3 years. 

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Harry hates airports. 

Even after spending a vast amount of his time in them after all these years, he’s never grown used to them.  The zombie like passengers shuffling from terminal to terminal, the feeling of restlessness because the moment he is actually able to close his eyes, he can hear a fan gasp or the airport employee they have escorting him clear their throats to get his attention. He loves going places, he loves discovering new things and people, but he loathes the process of getting there. He has tainted, painful memories from airports. Rushed goodbyes and promises of coming back as soon as he can. Accompanied with hugs that didn’t last long enough and hard kisses with rapidly blinking eyes and a muffled rough voice. But most of all, he hates the loneliness traveling instills. The self dependency and the waiting. He’s a patient man, yes, but there’s something about waiting in airports that throws him off kilter.  He always has more fun when he’s squished on a 14 hour flight with the lads, or Jeff. Someone he can talk to past the whooshing sound of the aircraft and in between the hours of tossing and turning uncomfortably with his achy back in the tiny aircraft seat.

But really, he doesn’t mind traveling when you’re with him. Although he can’t quite argue that he’d mind doing anything with you by his side. He thinks, it’s because you’re a simple person to travel with.  You don’t complain when he wants food from a place in terminal 5 and your flight is located in terminal 2, nor do you mind when he manages to snuggle up to you like a small child in the aircraft, draped over your lap and finally at ease as you read above him or lay your own head back against the seat with your fingers mindlessly running through his locks out of habit.

Except, this time.

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The creepiest thing is that Mark is such a lovely, nice, good-hearted human being, you can see it in his eyes and smiles and he’s just such a good man… And then Dark comes and his smile is suddenly really creepy and his eyes are literally burning a hole in you and… it’s the same person but for some fucking reason everything about him turns really creepy really fast. I feel like looking into those eyes just hypnotises you. He is a manipulative bastard for a reason, isn’t he…

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Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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