and then they never spoke of this moment to anyone

Skyline

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Thank you to all those who followed me and read my first fic!  I’m thinking of doing a part two to this one, so if you like it, let me know!

Your fire escape had always been your favourite part of your apartment.  Situated outside your bedroom window, you had spent countless hours of your life lounging on the metal steps, reading a book or catching up on some homework.  Last summer, you had wound a string of fairy lights around the rails, which were coated in shiny dark paint.  Your landlady had protested at first but, after you proved that they weren’t endangering the use of the fire escape in any way, she had let you keep them.  The small victory had brought a smile to your face, and now your escape was even cozier than before, and was still just as cozy a year later.  This year’s summer brought scorching heat and clear nights, and you spent most of your free time out on your escape, trying to catch a breeze.

You sat on your fire escape now, wearing a lightweight hoodie and pajama shorts, doodling in a journal.  School was out for the week and tomorrow didn’t require a six am wake up call, leaving you free to stay up late and admire the Queens skyline at night.  It was nights like these that you loved the most; nights that seemed like they were pulled straight from a movie scene, with stars that glimmered like flames, a full moon bigger than you had ever seen before, and the sounds of the city mixing in with the quiet melodies that drifted out of the speakers propped up on your window sill.  You would be content for the rest of your life if you could keep moments like these forever.

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You’re fire, you’re proud

 Lance froze as Keith’s words rang loudly in his ears. The only thing that could be heard was the sharp intake of breath that passed Lance’s lips. Lance didn’t know if he was shaking or he was. Probably both. 

 But you’re cold when it counts

 "Can you ever do anything right? You always pick a fight with me, always say some stupid joke that just distracts us, or always flirt with someone that ultimately ends up with us having to save your ass!“ Keith’s words were harsh, and the others watched in shock. Lance could feel the water gather in his eyes. But Keith’s words didn’t stop. "You’re a joke, Lance! You take nothing seriously! And you just distracts all of us who are taking this seriously! Do you really wanna go back home, Lance? Really? Cause you’re sure as hell aren’t acting like it!” Keith got into Lance’s face, fists clenched and teeth barred. “Maybe you just don’t have what it takes to be a Paladin. All you are, and all you’re ever going to be, is a cargo pilot.” Keith spat and stared at him angrily before huffing to his room, leaving Lance behind. 

 It’s open and shut. You can say you love me, but words ain’t enough

 His teammates swam in his sight as Lance couldn’t hold back the tears. All his insecurities, darkest worries and secrets, confirmed. Brought out into the open in front of all his friends, his team. And it broke him. 

 You want me, you say, but then you turn away

 "Lance focus! Watch Keith’s back!“ Shiro shouted from the upper training floor. Lance set his mouth and gave a grim nod. He was trying his best, but there was just too many. A shot narrowly missed Keith’s ear, no doubt hearing it go by. Keith snapped and turned toward Lance, eyes flashing. "What the hell is your problem? You’re supposed to have my back! What if this were a real battle? I would be dead because of you! How am I supposed to trust you when you can’t even watch my back?!" 

 And now I’m pressing my luck. You can say you love me, but words ain’t enough 

Keith’s words struck Lance to the core, and seized up. He could feel the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes. His own team couldn’t trust him. The next shot, Lance didn’t even attempt to block it. It simply let it hit him, square in the chest. The floor opened beneath him, falling falling down, finally letting the tears to fall down his face. 

 Cut myself into pieces easy to chew

 So Lance changed. He didn’t make jokes, didn’t flirt with anyone. He didn’t talk or crack up at the dinner table with the others. And the others seemed relieved at first, welcomed the new silence. That’s what hurt the most. 

 Carve me up into someone you’d like to choose

 Lance become the perfect soldier. Followed orders, didn’t talk back or start fights. He spoke when directly spoken to, trained every spare moment. He didn’t complain about the random alarms and drills. 

 Till I’m only pieces of you

 He never talked about home or his family. 

 So, you can say you love me, but words ain’t enough

He killed himself. To become the person they wanted, someone who was serious and did their job. Someone they could all trust and depend on. 

 So, you can say you love me, but words ain’t enough

Lance lost himself. Buried himself six feet under, never to be brought back to the light. And when the team finally realized that their Lance was missing and wanted him back, there was nothing he could do. That Lance was dead.

Misunderstandings

IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 


(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”


(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”


Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.


(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TRUST ME!” (Y/N) bellowed, her eyes gathering tears due to frustration. “THAT’S WHY WE WORKED WELL! OUR RELATIONSHIP AND PARTNERSHIP WAS BUILT ON TRUST, STEVE!”

“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I RISKED EVERYTHING AND ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING FOR YOU! AND HOW AM I REPAID? YOU HUMILIATED ME, YOU BROKE MY HEART. YOU FORBID ME TO SEE THE PEOPLE I CLASSIFY AS MY FAMILY! YOU BROKE ME!” 

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”


Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”


As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

Originally posted by unchxxrted

You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

he know’s spider-man

A/N: this is an imagine i originally posted on my wattpad account but i’m just going to stick with tumblr and post all my imagine’s here (also i’m the queen of bad titles okay bye)

summary: Ned blurts out in gym class that Peter knows Spider-Man when he hears you talk about how much the guy in red and blue fascinates you.

pairing peter parker x reader

request prompts from this list 


As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.

“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.

“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don’t even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.

Peter’s eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.

He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.

As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.

“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.

“I can’t believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.

“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.

When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.

You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I’m Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I’m uh Parker” his eyes widened “Peter Parker sorry” he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.

You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.

How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.

He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.

You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.

It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn’t go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.

But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.

You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.

“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.

“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.

“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn’t try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don’t tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.


“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.

“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.

“See being Spider-Man has it’s pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”

Peter couldn’t argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.

Y/N kissed him.

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 Pairing; Kim Namjoon x Reader

 Words; 8.6k

Genre; Angst, fluff, smut

Summary; You had fallen for Namjoon, the guy you’ve been sharing an apartment with a long time ago, but he wasn’t the type to settle down into a relationship. One night you both end up sleeping together, but what then would become of your relationship?

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TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

[gif is not mine. I am back! Requests are open, so do it. Reviews will be lovely.]


She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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Let Me Make You Feel Good (Joker x Reader)

So this one is a request from the lovely @markipliervsdarkiplier 

Request: “Hello, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine with an awkward girl working for the joker as his maid and he takes a liking to her and shows it but she’s very shy and awkward, I don’t mind smut if you’ll write it:)” 

I did my very best with it and I hope you guys like it. This is the first time I’ve really written smut so I really hope it’s good, if not then feel free to send me some advice and pointers! Sorry this one is a little longer than usual but once again, hope you guys like it! And just letting y’all know, requests are ALWAYS open so if you have any ideas or anything just let me know! 

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This job was not the one you had in mind when asking around for jobs. Somehow a friend had landed you a job with one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The Joker. Well known for his extravagant clubs, bank robbing, and his low profile business he ran. He was not one you wanted on your bad side. Although he terrified you to the bone the pay was good and he had never done anything to you. He helped you get by and that’s all you needed from a job. You were a maid or even a personal assistant of sorts. You essentially took care of his house, cleaned, cooked, did laundry, etc and basically did everything he asked you to and in return you complied to your silent agreement of never asking questions. This was not the scene you belonged in. You were rather innocent you supposed, never really dated, never gone out to a club except for when Joker needed you to, always preferred to just stay home and do nothing. The two of you were complete polar opposites.

“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” he spoke in a low voice.

“Anything Sir,” you immediately answered. It wasn’t as if you could say no, that would be a one-way ticket to a bullet hole through your skull.

He looked you up and down and handed you a dress. You lifted it and realized that there wasn’t much dress to it, more of like a long t-shirt of sorts. It was gold and sparkly, strapless, a beautiful dress if it were longer maybe.

“Go put this on. I’ve got something a bit more special for you to do tonight,” he spoke with a sinister look on his face.

“Oh sir, I don’t think this would look very good on me. Maybe I can just wear what I’m wearing?” You never begged but this was one of those moments where you deemed it necessary. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that. It’s just not you. You were comfortable in your skinny jeans and slightly revealing t-shirt. He shook his head and showed you his signature flashy grin.

“Oh hunny I wasn’t asking. Go put it on. Now,” he demanded.

“Well I just don’t think it suits me is there-”

“No Y/N there isn’t anyone else to do it. Go put it on before I lose my patience,” he interrupted. You nodded and moved to the back room to switch out of your clothes into this all too short dress. Once you had stepped into the tight dress you made your way back into his office.

“Alright sir. Can I ask why I’m wearing this?” you inquired.

“Ah yes. You see tonight I need you to come to the club with and help me with a certain problem I have,” he purred. You had only ever been to his club once or twice as it wasn’t really where he needed you. “There’s going to be a man there tonight and what I need you to do is to wear that dress, seduce the bastard and then bring him up to me.”

“Oh no sir I’m no good at that. I can organize papers or I can stay here for the night? I could clean up or maybe go pick something up for you? I’m not good at this. I can’t talk to men. I’m really sorry,” you babbled. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“Do you really think I’m asking doll? Now come with me. You may be one of the best maids I’ve ever had but don’t think for one second that you aren’t replaceable,” he said with impatience. You were shaking, you hadn’t been this nervous in a while. You stared at your hands and shook your head.

“I don’t think I can do this…” Your voice was practically inaudible but somehow he had heard.

“Jesus Christ Y/N what is wrong with you? It’s not hard. Why are you being so difficult?” His voice was starting to get a little louder with each word.

“Well just this dress makes me look ginormous and I’ve never really talked to a guy very much other than well… you. I don’t have the confidence or the swag to convince a man to follow me. I’m just not that girl. He’d take one look at me and leave the damn club.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you had anticipated and by the time you were done he was staring at you in complete disbelief. He stalked towards you and you instinctively back away before colliding with the wall behind you. He had gotten so close that he now had you trapped between him and the wall.

“Y/N. You can’t be fucking serious right now. You look incredibly sexy and you’re a very attractive girl. Surely there are plenty of men itching for you out there,” he spoke quietly. “And lord knows I’d like to know what you can do with that sexy little body there baby doll.” You closed your eyes and looked down to focus on your feet. He tilted your chin up so you could look directly into his stormy blue eyes. “Mmm so how many men have gotten to see this beautiful body put to work hm? Five? Eight? Three?” He looked at you with a tilted head waiting for your response. After an awkward silence he finally understood what your silence meant. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You nodded, absolutely itching to get out of this awkward conversation.

“Yes okay? I’m a virgin alright? The only thing I have ever done is kiss a guy and it was a mistake. I don’t have the balls to talk to that man. I can’t do it J.” He just stared at you, temporarily shocked at your sudden revelation. “Can I please go now? I would really like to just stay at home and take a bath or read a book. I’m barely cut out for this life J. I’m good at cooking and cleaning that’s about it. Please just let me stay,” you begged.

“We’re not going out tonight Y/N. You and me are going to have a night in to ourselves,” he said pushing himself completely against you. You had never said anything but you found this man sickeningly attractive. You knew the things he did, you knew how crazy he was but it didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. “You, my sweet little innocent Y/N, are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen walk this earth, and I am going to show you just how you affect me.” His voice was low and predatory, almost as if you were an innocent gazelle at a watering hole and he was the hungry lion waiting for his prey.

“How about I make you something to eat and then I’ll just see you when you get back from the club?I’ll do some cleaning and whatnot?” You could sense just how nervous you were about this situation, you never really knew how to react to this powerful man before you, especially when he’s proclaiming his desire for you.

“Oh but see why would I want that when I can have you instead?” He tilted his head in an innocent manner as if what he said hadn’t affected you to the bone. You cheeks flushed a bright red and it elicited a wide grin from him. His hand brushed the side of your arm causing goosebumps to form on your soft skin. Just this simple contact made your head fall back slightly and your eyes flutter close. His hand traveled from your arms to lightly caress your ass and give a gentle squeeze. A small whimper fell from your parted lips. “Mmm does my little baby girl like that? Tell daddy how much you like when he touches you,” he urged.

“I like when daddy touches me.” You slightly nodded and leaned into him. This is so wrong, he’s my boss, what am I doing? You thought to yourself. He grabbed your ass a little harder this time drawing a soft moan from your full lips.

“My beautiful little flower, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he purred in your ear. Realization sunk in of what was really happening. The Joker wants to take your virginity you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself like that. I’ll go get your laundry folded and a shirt ironed for tonight,” you rambled as you backed away from him. He leaned his head back as he dramatically rolled his eyes. You attempted to scurry away from the awkward encounter before he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him leaving little to no space.

“Princess what’s wrong? Don’t be scared baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel real good,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent a tremble through your body. This was a bad idea and you knew it but there was something so irresistible about him. “Just let go of everything baby. Relax and enjoy doll.” Deep down you knew he was right. You had spent all your life sheltered and innocent, away from the real world so now was times to let go of all that. This was a new life and it only made to bring along a new you.

“I’m nervous…” you muttered as you twiddled your thumbs. He lifted your chin so he could look at you in your Y/E eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft warm kiss to your lips. He pulled back to look at for reassurance. You nodded slightly and felt his lips crash against yours softly but slowly increasing pressure. His hands explored our body as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You moaned into his mouth as his hand reached your  breast. This was so foreign to you, you couldn’t help but tense as his hand slid down to your clothed centre. He sensed your nerves and pulled you in to his chest.

“Relax doll, it’ll be okay,” he murmured. This was the kindest you had ever seen him and you didn’t know what to think.”Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let daddy take care of you,” he said quietly. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to proceed. His hand made it’s way back down and started to apply slight pressure to your clit. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. It was amazing. Your eyes fluttered closed and he took this as a go ahead to reach inside your leggings and touch you more personally. The pit growing in your stomach made this all too real, it made you realize that all these years you had been missing out on these wonderful feelings. “Mmm you like that baby?” He didn’t have to ask, he knew by the look of sheer pleasure on your face. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.

He could feel your wetness through your thin panties and pushed them aside as he slid a single finger in your dripping core. You let out a quiet yelp at this foreign feeling. It was odd, but it was good, so, so good. He purred in your ear. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He could barely hide his growing erection through his grey sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you looked down, noticing his erection through his pants. He was pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling his finger to hit your most sensitive area. You let out a louder moan than you had intended but the feeling of him was out of this world and this was only with his hands.

He pulled your hand and placed it over his hard cock, urging you to touch him. He guided your hand to lightly grip his length, your hand on him making him let out a loud groan.

“Baby do you want to do daddy a favor? You’ll like it doll, I promise,” he said to you. You nodded and he urged you on to your knees in front of him. “Alright princess. I want you to pull down my pants and boxers,” he encouraged, “that’s it princess, just like that baby. Alright baby girl, I want you to lick it a little bit,” he instructed. You gave the tip of his hard cock a small kitten lick, getting a taste for the new experience. He threw his head back and basically growled. “Mmm alright, now take a little bit in that pretty little mouth of yours.” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. There was something strangely erotic about doing this for him, letting him control you. You could tell he was trying to go slow and gentle but it was proving to be very difficult. “More baby, take more,” he said through gritted teeth. You started to go down on his hard cock, taking him as far as you could without gagging. “Oh fuck baby girl, make daddy feel good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you up and down his hard member.

You realized that at this moment you didn’t need to be scared of him. Yea, you were his maid and he had never hurt you before but this was so incredibly personal and he wanted to make it as special as he could. He started to pick up the pace making his cock hit the back of your throat. The feeling was uncomfortable as he was hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled and tapped his thighs hoping he would take the hint and stop assaulting your throat.

“I’m sorry baby, follow me,” he said to you as he took your hand. He grabbed your hand and kicked open the door to his lavish bedroom. Your face flushed at the realization of everything that was happening. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed. You sat down on the comfortable bed and scooted to the edge, waiting for his next move. He slowly stalked towards you, a dangerously erotic look in his crystal blue eyes.

Once he reached you he kneeled down in front of you, sliding down your pants and panties with him. No one had ever seen you like this so the thought of what was about to happen scared you. You had never seen anything like this. Of course your old friends had mentioned it and had talked about their exciting sex lives, but you had never gotten to anything even close to this.

He leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He took your hardened nipple in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue, igniting your sensitive bud. He moved on to the next one before planting wet kisses down your stomach and then reaching his final destination. You took a deep breath in, trying to relax a little bit.

He flicked his tongue on your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine. He thrived off your reaction to him and proceeded to assault your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking the sensitive nub. You could feel pressure building in you as if you were about to explode. You couldn’t control your screams and moans of pleasure and he loved it.

“Oh god, daddy please!” you begged. He let out an animalistic growl at the use of his nickname which only encouraged him to make you cum quicker. He plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy and it immediately sent you over the edge. The way his tongue felt on your clit, the way his fingers curled to give you the best experience possible, the feeling was out of this world.

“God princess, you taste so good holy fuck. Daddy was hungry,” he said with a wink. You looked down and noticed how painfully hard he was and you felt bad. You wanted to please him as much as he had pleased you.

“Fuck me.” Those two words changed everything. He stood up and lined his hard cock up at your entrance. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You heart rate was up by a million but it could also be the amazing orgasm you had just experienced. You were definitely nervous but you knew you were in the right hands.

Without another word he stretched your pussy, going slow and making sure not to hurt you. He let out a loud moan at the feel of your tight walls around him. It hurt. God it hurt so much, you had never had anything like this before. You winced and gritted your teeth together to distract you from the sensation down below. He stayed still for a moment reveling in the feel of your pussy.

“Can I move darling? This is killing me,” he said huskily. You nodded and scrunched your eyes together. He noticed your uncomfort and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your forehead and interlocked your fingers with his. He pulled out before pushing back in again, his cock hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed. A few minutes of slight pain and discomfort then turned in to immense pleasure as he pounded your tight pussy and rubbed your clit. The all too familiar burn in your stomach returned and you knew that you were close to cumming again.

“Oh god yes please keep going, I’m so close,” you begged. He grinned showing his silver teeth, the sinister look turning you on even more than before.

“Daddy’s making you feel so good right princess? Gonna cum for daddy?” Everything that came out of this man’s mouth just brought you closer and closer to the release you needed. His laboured breath and powerful thrusts proved to you that he was close too. He exhaled heavily with every thrust. You were so overwhelmed with sensation that the only way you could think to release that tension was to drag your nails down his firm muscled back, this only drove him crazier than before causing him to thrust deep with every stroke.

“I’m so close, oh god yes. Please i need you so bad,” you pleaded.

“Me too baby, make daddy cum princess.” His words finally pushed you over the edge, releasing all the tension in your body. You cummed with a scream and your pussy clenched around his hard cock. The clenching of your pussy made him fall right off the edge with you as his cum sent hot spurts of cum into your pussy.

He collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

“So? How was that doll?” His grin proved that he already knew the answer to that question.

“It was good. Yea. Really good,” you admitted. You finally realized that you were fully naked in his bed and immediately shot up to gather your clothes. “Thank you Mr. J, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow. What would you like for breakfast?” He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“All work no play kitten? You’re not going anywhere baby doll,” he said as he pulled you on to the bed with him. “Also, I would like pancakes tomorrow morning doll.”

The night ended with you falling asleep in his arms having sweet dreams about silly nothings and his beautiful face.

Meant to Be (2)

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Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 1584

Warnings: Angsty I guess.

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

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A Fond Farewell

Originally posted by as-strong-as-the-seas-are-stormy


I see you’re leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being”

                                       Elliott Smith – A Fond Farewell


Something changed in Dean the day you met Lucifer. The shift was almost imperceptible, the subtle gleam of sadness in his eyes when he looked at you, the way he stared when he thought you weren’t looking, as if trying to memorize tiny aspects of you that he worried he was already forgetting. Anyone who didn’t know Dean intimately wouldn’t have caught the signs, but you did, and you suspected Sam did as well, though the two of you never spoke of it.

You’d joined the boys on a hunt, despite their protests at how you were far too calm about the idea of coming face to face with Lucifer. While you should have been terrified beyond measure, the mere thought of him oddly possessed a calming quality to it, one that had you far too curious to leave unexplored. The moment your eyes fell upon him, his tattered wings hanging around his frame, glowing like the vestiges of a fire about to burn out, you wept. You crumpled to your knees, staring at him with an ache in your heart that you couldn’t explain. Everyone around you was too stunned to react, though Lucifer was perhaps the most perplexed of all. He watched you, faint traces of sadness, surprise, anger, and curiosity flexed over his face before he vanished, leaving you to deal with the Winchesters onslaught of questions as they had to drag you back out to the car.

Trying to explain yourself after that was next to impossible. The day after the incident, Dean was withdrawn, quieter than normal and when Sam remarked his surprise at his brother’s supposed lack of care towards your reaction, he seemed to piece together that something was amiss. You dodged Sam’s questions, not understanding the reaction yourself, but as the days passed, it all started to come together.

Now here you were again with Sam and Dean, only now Lucifer was at your guard, standing behind you and ready to intercede should he feel the need to. You’d previously heard little of angels and their soulmates, but now that you knew the full power of what that entailed, you knew that you had little choice in the matter. Even if you did, this was unequivocally the choice you would have made.

Dean had put on a brave face, but it was faltering quickly, the cracks in his rough exterior letting his emotions trickle out in a sorrowful stream. You hurt him, and though it wasn’t intended, you knew where you needed to be, and that was beside Lucifer.

“You take care of yourself, alright?” Dean said gruffly, trying to smile through the torment he was putting himself through. You knew Dean blamed himself, blamed himself for bringing you before the Devil in the first place, only to ultimately lose you to him.

You nodded, searching his gaze for something, anything you could possibly say to ease the pain you were putting him through, but there was nothing.

“I’ll be okay, Dean” you reassured, wishing you could reach out and touch him, but thought better of it.

Thoughts danced behind his eyes, a look that told you he had something to say but didn’t want to. You knew what it was and you nodded, urging him to speak the words that perhaps hurt him the most as you bit back the sob in your throat.

“You be good” he said, and though the phrase may have sounded innocent and caring, with his half smile and saddened eyes, you knew the meaning behind it.

Dean was a hunter, one dedicated to his job and if that meant saving the world from any threat, he was up for it. With you at Lucifer’s side, you might be that threat. Lucifer’s hand rested on your shoulder and you smiled warily at Dean. Your will broke and you pulled him into a hug, feeling Lucifer stiffen slightly behind you. Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you as if you satisfy the fact that he would likely never get the chance to hold you again.

“You hurt her, in any way, and I’ll come for you. I’ll fucking kill you” he said over your shoulder to Lucifer, his jaw tensing as rage began to prickle through him.

Lucifer huffed a short, humorless laugh as you released Dean, stepping back and away from him as your fingers found Lucifer’s and laced through them.

You’d wanted to tell him that you hoped to see him around, but in reality, if you did, it was likely not going to be on good terms, so instead you kept quiet, silently promising that you would be okay and everything was fine.

“Goodbye, Dean” was the only words that came to you, tears dripping from your eyes, hating yourself for hurting him.

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Free To Be You and Me

Characters: Y/N Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Caleb Nichols (OC - mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)    

Pairing: AU - Caleb x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Divorce, cheating (not Dean nor the reader), low self worth, douchebag ex, Dean being perfect (yep that’s a warning), smut (not super graphic but it’s there), oral (female receiving), vaginal sex. Unsafe sex - wrap it before you tap it y’all.    

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is written for @jensen-jarpad’s big celebration challenge - I had the idea for it pretty quickly but it took me a while deciding who I wanted to write it for. I ended up going with Dean but it is AU and not SPN verse.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me (sorry bout the smut Ana - it just happened!)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Your divorce had finally gone through and you knew you were supposed to feel something. Grief, relief, something. Instead you couldn’t stop thinking how you had wasted 3 years of your life on a guy who had  constantly belittled you, and done everything in his power to close you off from your family and friends.

It had taken him cheating on you with his secretary, which was only the world’s biggest cliche, for you to finally have had enough. He hadn’t even been sad or angry as he had watched you pack your bags and walk out on him, to go live with your dad until you could get back on your feet. Instead, he chose to tell you he knew you would be back. No other man would love you and he was only with you out of pity anyway.

Nothing about your marriage had been healthy or loving. You didn’t regret for one second that you had left him, but still his words had stuck with you. As you sat there on your couch staring at the finalized divorce papers you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Were you unloveable? Surely there were girls that looked much better than you, but you had never put that much stock into looks. You had always been a tomboy anyway and your best friend in the entire world was a guy. Or rather he used to be. Caleb had never liked Dean, and the feeling was mutual. The only difference was that Dean had never asked you to chose between the two of them. Caleb had, and the idiot you had been, you had chosen the man who had spent every day of your life together telling you you weren’t good enough, above the man who had been there for you whenever you needed him. The man who had held you as you cried when you mother had passed away. The man who had celebrated every graduation with you. The man who in spite of how he felt about the guy you had married, had showed up at your wedding to support your decision. That had been the last time you had seen Dean.

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hey, @twindoodle, i’m your backup secret santa for the @mlsecretsanta this year!

i was stalling kind of hard over what you might like, but then found that ‘adrien actin like chat’ was a Thing that you might enjoy, so here. i hope adrien figuring things out is up your alley :D

your art is heckin adorable and it was an honor to do this for you ♥ happy (very belated) holidays!

I WANT @mirthaculous‘S POWERS HOLY SHIT and also thank her so much she f i n i s h e d this at 6am, that’s how much cleaning up this required hj hfjhg dgdjhfkjh j gljg bvmgkljh //laysonface ;; ♥♥♥♥

summary: In which Adrien learns how to flirt and Marinette screams internally, externally, and eternally.

Being friends with Adrien Agreste throughout all of lycée was… kind of fascinating, honestly.

He changed so much.

One upon a time Marinette had fallen in love with him because he was kind, and he was good, and he stood up against inequality when he saw it — which was a rare thing, at least in Marinette’s experience. Those qualities had never gone away, but the longer she knew him, the more different they began to look.

In good ways.

Very good ways.

(The longer she knew him, the less she knew how to tell him that, so her crush remained embarrassingly large and embarrassingly impotent.

She… she was working on it.)

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Ok so I was watching X-Men: First class

I’m Jewish, and my dad- a goy- was watching it with me.

one of the scenes that really got to me was

because you can see the way Erik’s face changes because Charles just doesn’t understand what he was doing when he said that. 

Think back to the bar scene in the beginning. What does the Nazi say to excuse his actions?

So when Erik heard that? It just reminded him of what he knew and has been saying up until that very moment. Nothing’s changed.

I identified so much with Erik’s plight and I felt a physical ache in my chest when he spoke the next lines

Because growing up, all Jewish kids have heard or seen that in remembrance of the Shoah. Never Again.

My father made it clear that he didn’t understand; “So he’s gonna kill them all for following orders?”

“Dad, following orders blindly, without even questioning them set us up in some really dark times.”

“Whatever, the guy’s just blood thirsty and ready to blame anyone.”

And the thing is, Erik isn’t bloodthirsty, and never really has been. He’s logical and see’s the world based on his experiences of human actions. He’s seen the worst of them and refuses to be lulled into the false sense of security that working with the government had given some of them. Or the never-ending optimism Charles seems to have for the human race.

Because the fact is, Charles didn’t go through what Erik did and that’s one of the biggest causes of their thought differentiation. 

It just showed me how much Erik’s backstory impacted me more than it did goyim. Sure we didn’t experience it like our grand and great-grandparents did. We weren’t actually in the Shoah; But it’s left such an intense impression and stain on our history that we are still triggered by it, threatened by it as ‘jokes’ and forced to see it used as a rhetorical device in arguments with no relation to it.

We didn’t experience it but it is part of us in ways others can’t understand. And I think Erik-an actual survivor- really truly realized that when Charles spoke that line.

Take Your Pain {Part 2/2}

Steve x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU in which Steve overestimates the powers of the super soldier serum and comes to a startling realization.

Prompt: You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away (from this post)

Word Count:
 2166
Warnings: none

Originally posted by naih-reedus

You loved Angie with every fiber in your being but she could also be a huge, overprotective pain in the ass.

Since breaking your arm in the park a few days earlier she’d insisted that you stay at hers and while you were grateful for the help and love, staying cooped up in her apartment was beginning to drive you a little mad.

So as soon as she’d left for work that Monday morning, you awkwardly pulled on a pair of jeans, grabbed your purse and headed out for some fresh air and quality time spent alone.

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Bucky Drabble 80 & 57

Request: The 80 and 57 anon here, I apologize for forgetting the character. I mean to put with Bucky, thx

80. “I’ve never kissed anyone.” + “This is a problem.”

57. “Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

A/N: I WILL CONTINUE THE REQUESTS TOMORROW, THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM! gOODNIGHT!

You and your teammates sat around on the couch, enjoying your day off and playing a little game of truth or dare.

“Just hurry up and pick someone.” Tony grunted, taking a swig of his beer. Sam glared at him.

Thor was off in Asgard, Bruce was still MIA and Clint was back home with his family which left you, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Tony. Sam’s eyes scanned everyone before locking on you. A smirk spread across his lips and he cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.” he says and you groan. “Truth or dare?” deciding to play it safe - like you always do - you choose truth. Sam rubs his facial hair for a second before having a lightbulb moment. “I dare you to describe your last kiss in extreme detail from start to finish.”

“But I picked truth.”

“Yeah but truth is so boring.”

You chuckle and shake your head. At that moment, Natasha looks at her empty beer bottle and stands up, leaving the living room to grab another beer. “I would describe my last kiss to you guys if I’ve ever had a last kiss.”

The whole team looks at you.

“What are you saying? That you’ve never-” you cut Tony off.

“Yup.” you nod. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“This is a problem.” Bucky spoke from beside you and you laugh.

You’ve had a crush on Bucky for a while now but due to the fear of rejection, you never did anything about it. As for Bucky, god you were the only person in the building worth talking to. He loved your voice and could listen to you talk all day. He annoyed the hell out of Steve by talking nonstop about you. Needless to say, Bucky was whipped and the pair of you weren’t even dating. 

“What do you mean it’s a problem?” you ask.

“I mean, there’s no way in hell a pretty girl like you hasn’t been kissed.” he responds.

You shrug. “I guess guys don’t find me kissable.”

“Bullshit, I do.” Bucky positions himself so he’s directly facing you.

“Wait, hold up, I zoned out a bit.” Steve says. “Did you finally admit your feelings for her? Did I miss it?”

“You like Y/N?!” Wanda exclaimed, smiling.

“Oh my god Steve, why.” Bucky groaned while the rest of the team bombarded him with questions.

You look over at him and grin. “You like me, Buck?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot more than I should, actually.” he responds.

“Would it help if I said I like you too? Because I do.” you say and Bucky locks eyes with you.

“Really?” you nod. “Oh thank god.”

You smile as he let out a sigh of relief. “If you want.. I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you were my first kiss.”

He bit back his excitement. “Really? I-I mean only if you’re okay with it because I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus this is your first kiss and first kisses are important. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future-”

You place your hand over his mouth and laugh. “Will you stop rambling and kiss me, Barnes?”

His words get caught in his throat so he nods and leans in, carefully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. But it didn’t last long as he was harshly yanked away from you by Natasha who had just came back.

Before you - or anyone - could get a word in, she retracted her arm before her fist came in contact with Bucky’s face - specifically his nose. Bucky let out a loud ‘fuck!’ and held his nose as blood dripped.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes?! That was her first kiss you asshole, how could you take advantage of her like tha-”

“Nat!” you exclaim, catching the attention of your red head friend. “It’s okay, I wanted to kiss him. I like him, he likes me. It’s all good.”

Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Buck, I’m so sorry I thought someone dared you to kiss Y/N I-I’m.. uh.. congrats you two!”

She watches as you rub Bucky’s back, asking if he’s okay before the both of you stand up to go get him an icepack.

“What the hell, Natasha!” Steve shouts and she rolls her eyes.

“Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

shikikira  asked:

Yay ask box open again! Can I request a scenario or headcanon of RFA +V+Saeran with a MC that knew them before and they had broken her heart. MC remembers them, but the boys+Jaehee, however, have completely forgotten them. Thank you!

Owch…That would break my heart. These aren’t the best, because I had a trouble with a few of them, but I hope you guys enjoy them! Saeran’s might be weird because it’s usually a scenario I personally like and I couldn’t think of anything else, so sorry if it doesn’t meet your fancy (and sorry I’m gross)


Yoosung

- Every time he talked about how he didn’t have a girlfriend It hurt. 

- It was bad enough he even talked about how he had gotten asked out before, and he turned the girls down, but the fact that he couldn’t even put two and two together with you being one of those girls hurt the worse.

- Were you really that forgettable? Were you bland? Void of any remarkable personality?

- You remembered it well. Him handing you your love letter back, a nervous glance to the side as he explained how he couldn’t date you. Something about school, about him being too focused.

- For the longest time, you thought ‘Rika’ was some girl he had a crush on. He’d mention her a lot at school, and you let your heart crack every time you over-heard.

- Because, from how he gushed, she was the best damn thing.

- Imagine how surprised you were to hear it was his cousin of all people, once you enter the RFA chat.

- Granted…It didn’t make up for how your heart ached, but…

- You were dropping hints constantly about it to Yoosung,trying to get him to remember you, and when that failed you thought maybe this could be your chance to win him over

- But that all fell apart when Seven teased about him knowing you already

- And how he couldn’t.  Remember. You.

- Were you this pretty blonde in his class?

- Oh…No? Some girl he saw at the store a lot?

- Wait, maybe that club leader??

- Nope nope nope. Each answer got made you feel so unremarkable. You ended up closing out of the chat for the day, avoiding any messages or calls

- The next day you hesitantly opened the app again, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you when Yoosung immediately started calling you.

- At first he tried to apologize, but half-way through his apology his excitement came rushing back and he tried placing you again and again.

- “Yoosung-“

- “Wait, were you actually in my grade or-“

- “Yes,” You sighed, worrying your lip a bit before replying. “Yoosung, you rejected me.”

- “…What?”

- You leaned back against the couch, covering your eyes with your forearm as you struggled to relax and explain. Explained what you looked like, what grade, when it was, even the day.

- And he felt horrible. He could vaguely remember it. 

- Fumbling with his words, he tried to come up with a solution. 

- “I was very focused on work and…No one else back then. I’m still not in the best place, but if you wanted to start over…And give me a chance to properly apologize…I would like that.”

- It wasn’t the best, but… It was a start.

Jumin

- Of course you didn’t really work right beside him like Jaehee did, but as someone constantly running into him in the elevator, or seeing him at meetings you were forced to take apart of, or god forbid his random visits into departments and running into yours

- Over the course of a year, you developed a crush on him. You didn’t think it was too bad, since the two of you spoke sparsely and only in terms of work, and realistically the two of you would never, ever, come close to any type of friendship, let alone relationship

- So what was the harm in daydreaming about the handsome Mr. Han?

- But apparently, you weren’t so smooth about hiding it like you used to be. One boring meeting and you found yourself too focused on him, zoning out until he called you out on it.

- In front of everyone at the meeting. You came up with a flimsy excuse, something about a lack of sleep, and he made a remark on how little you must have cared about your job if you were so uninterested in it

- Owch. There were a few snickers as the meeting continued, and once it started wrapping up you were ready to dart out before you heard him call your name.

- As the others left, you felt like a young student ready to receive detention. He eyed you for a moment. “If working in your department is so uninteresting, perhaps it would be better for you to switch to another one, before you get fired.”

- You sputtered, trying to come up with a reason to your behavior, trying to explain that you loved your job- Just something. Before you could speak, he took note of your blushing face and let out a hum.

- “Or are you another woman that has a crush on me? It’s rather tiresome dealing with my employees just working because of their feelings for me, rather than to work. I suggest you come to terms with the fact that it will never work out, and to focus more on your job like the others.”

- You wanted to cry right on the spot. Thankfully, by some saving grace, you didn’t. You managed to fumble out a goodbye and leave the room, but as you got closer and closer to your workspace you realized just how quickly the gossip of what happened would have spread around. This may be a big company, full of constantly busy employees, but…They always had time for gossip.

- So after leaving early, feigning some sickness, you just didn’t come to work the next day. Or the next after that…Or after that. You just left without a word.

- A few months later, joining the RFA nearly gave you a heart attack as you saw both Jumin and his secretary in there. You were so scared. Granted he was just being blunt, but you wanted to avoid anything dealing with C&R.

- But when Seven revealed that you had worked with him not too long ago, he had no memory of you whatsoever.

-…Were you really that insignificant? He didn’t even remember a girl that supposedly had a crush on him just a few months ago?

- Jaehee didn’t even know you. Apparently a lot of employees just upped and left. Thankfully, when being questioned, Zen just popped in saying that everyone hated working for him and basically talked for you.

- Of course you refused going to his home later on. You opted to try cheering him up through the phone, ignoring the comments about how nice your voice was, and so the first time the two of you saw each other at the party…No light of recognition hit him. 

- Dejected, you tried leaving and mingling with guests like you were supposed to, but sooner or later one of the other RFA members pointed you out and he was quick to pull you to the side, trying to wrangle details of your leave out of you.

- After a solid ten minutes of him obviously not letting up any time soon, you finally explained what had happened. Recounting the event hurt, and seeing his surprised face didn’t help at all. You really were forgettable.

- “Perhaps…I should start being nicer to women, like Assistant Kang suggested, starting with you.” He admitted. Taking your hand, he continued. “I’m very busy, so if it’s not a person I don’t directly work with, I often don’t remember every face or name. I never had a reason to before. But, if you’d let me, I’d like to make up for my careless behavior from before.”

- It was going to take some time to get over that embarrassment, but you were slightly glad that your quiet fantasy was becoming a reality.

Zen

- You worked with him for a while. Granted, not on stage, but part of the crew getting the actors ready.

- Being one of the make-up artists, you worked on several of the cast, including the star of almost all of the shows, even if he was still oblivious to it. He was still pretty new, only a year older than you, but was quickly making his way up.

- He always chatted you up while he could. Nerves? Just talkative? You didn’t know, but you welcomed the small laughs he gave you, and allowed yourself to swoon a bit when he complimented your skills with the make-up.

- And after working with him for a few months, getting to know him a bit better, that’s when you popped the idea of maybe going to a local bar and hanging out, maybe switching numbers…

- Just to get awkwardly rejected. He mentioned something about not knowing you well, and how he had no time for any relationship. Not now, when he hardly had time to practice his lines.

- It hurt, but seeing him slowly start to flirt with fans as he became more popular… That hurt worse.

- Flash forward to you joining the RFA a few years later, and that old wound opening up rather harshly when he had no idea who you were.

- At first the flirting was nice, but the more you knew he had completely forgotten you, the more uncomfortable you became with it. Even getting to the point of trying to avoid him in chats

- It just didn’t feel right. Here he was, treating you so kindly when he was so cold to you before. Didn’t he still have his career to worry about? Jaehee wasn’t hesitant on bringing that up.

- Finally, when the two of you met, and he reached for a hug, you pulled back and saw concern flash across his face.

- “Do…Do you really not remember me?”

- Hearing him admit it, and seeing how confused he was, hurt so much more. You rushed your feelings out- How he had forgotten you, your confession, how awkward it was but you couldn’t just leave because they needed you

- And he felt so fucking guilty. He tried explaining himself, but all he could really offer was that he was indeed just focusing on his career at the time. He didn’t have any chances to skimp out on practice, or risk any lost sleep in between rehearsals and his shitty job at the time.

- But now that he was better off, able to live without extra jobs, he had a bit more time…

- You still felt uncomfortable, but you agreed to humor him a bit. Only with the promise of the two of you sitting down to really get to know each other before any dates. 

- Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Jaehee

- You worked in a nearby department. Granted, the two of you couldn’t interact much at first, but later on, as you couldn’t get over how cute she was, you slowly tried talking more and more.

- In the employee lounge? Brief moments when the two of you shared an elevator? When she swung by your department for some papers? You were trying to make some sort of small talk every time you saw her.

- And, eventually, after a few months of this happening, you had come to the realization that you didn’t just think she was cute- She was sweet, admirable, beautiful, and you couldn’t stop thinking about her. A small little fluttering in your chest turned into a full blown crush

- And you were helpless to it.

- Finally, one day when the two of you were alone walking down a hallway, you asked her out on a coffee date, actually using the word ‘date’.

- And she nearly dropped her papers.

- After helping her pick them up, she sputtered something about how she didn’t feel that way, or was attracted to women at all. A few panicked glances, and she excused herself and took off

- And you felt horrible.

- So when you entered the RFA chat and saw who it was, (and groaned about Jumin being there as well) you anxiously tried to come up with explanations for the past, even if it was bullshit, but…She had no idea who you were.

- Your name, the fact that you worked at the same company…She was clueless, and in fact was even more suspicious of you for a while. You brushed it off- Maybe she was bad with names? Maybe she just needed to see you? Or hear your voice?

- Nope. Nothing.

- It was hard not getting emotional at the RFA party- That brief moment of recognition was just for the RFA you, not the you that had been rejected a few months back

- So after excusing yourself to the back to calm your nerves, and dealing with the party itself, you approached her during the clean up. She was still a bit rattled from basically quitting her job, so you felt bad, but you needed to know.

- Would she still want to be friends?

- On the balcony you rushed the words out- How the two of you really knew each other, how you had asked her out- Everything.

- She had that panicked look on her face again, and after a few moments of agonizing silence, she finally spoke up

- “I…I never had a woman ask me out before, so I over-reacted. Actually, it had been quite some time since anyone had asked me out…”

- She paused, looking at the view the balcony provided.

- “I’m more aware of my feelings now…And if you don’t mind, I would like to take you up on that coffee date now. Well, once the shop gets finished being refurbished, haha.”

- You probably shouldn’t have basically jumped her for a hug, but you were so happy when she laughed and returned it. 

Seven

- To be fair, the two of you had never really connected. The two of you barely knew each other, but his jokes and silly nature won you over quickly as he became a regular where you worked

- I mean…He had to buy all that Phd Pepper somewhere, right?

- You weren’t the best cashier by a long shot. You worked hard, worked harder than you were paid to do, anyway, and this was a temp job until you found a better one soon

- Usually you had a few nice customers, but he was one of the…quirky…ones. Your coworkers thought he was funny, a little weird, but he was nice to you so you didn’t care much.

- As the job got more and more shitty, with bad management and such, his regular visits every week or so always brightened your mood up

- But one week he didn’t visit…Or the week after that…Or the month after that. He just stopped coming, and with that being one of the few perks about coming into your shitty job it bummed you out a lot.

- Cut forward to you quitting that job a while back, and then joining in the RFA. You were weirded out at first, since you never found out his name, but his jokes calmed you down pretty fast.

- But when he posted a picture? You were so excited! You gushed about how you worked at so and so and used to see him all the time

- The others joined in laughing at how he only bought drinks most of the time, or other junk food, but he was confused. Even with the background check and seeing everything about you online, he didn’t know who you were.

- That hurt the worse.

- Not to mention the emotional roller coaster he took you on the next few weeks.

- Once things had calmed down, you tried prying a bit again. Did he really not remember you? Were you that plain? He was quick to jump up, grab your hands and say you weren’t plain or boring, but…Then how did he forget you?

- He made some excuse about how he tried not to get too attached to people. He probably thought you were cute back when he first saw you, since the second time he undoubtedly thought so, just…He couldn’t risk it, so he never let himself become too attached. It’s what he always did.

- It helped a bit, just a bit, knowing that in the end he still loved you, but it was better than nothing

V

- At first, you didn’t know if your feelings were from admiration for his art, or for how he carried himself. He seemed so humble, so beautiful, and you were just as smitten with him as you were his work

- Quietly, you were a fan, but you tried your best not to gush or panic when his eyes met yours at his private little shows. You were lucky enough just to get in- You never wanted to risk being unable to see them ever again

- It was about his fifth show that you tried flirting with him. Not grossly, nothing over-the-top, just the quiet “I’d love to chat with you more!” type of flirting.

- And it went horribly. He blushed a bit, taken aback by the implications of a date, before quietly explaining he had his eye on someone else, and had promised her a date of his own.

- Joining the RFA, knowing you had to live up to her name, the woman that beat you to him, made your recovering wound ache deeper

- Not to mention he didn’t even know who you were. Just how many people asked him out? If he was actually famous…Odds are many did.

- You bottled it up, powered through it. He wasn’t on much anyway, but hearing about him from Jumin always brought up the old pains.

- What hurt the worse was never getting to explain, to have a chance at that coffee date you proposed. 

- After being in the chat for a while, trying to help everyone… Watching his supposedly dead fiance at his funeral… How were you supposed to handle this?

- You cried, hard. Probably harder than anyone should after seemingly knowing him for just two weeks, but it hurt so much. Just when you had hope of recovering that old wound, just when you thought you could at least support him again, your chances were shoved away as soon as that bullet hit his chest.

- You weren’t going to be able to have him remember you, but hopefully you could at least do his memory some justice.

Saeran

- One. Night. Stands.

- Granted, the main points of those were to be quickly over and done with, leaving and just not giving general care towards the other person

- But instead of a one time thing, it slipped into a few times. Still sparsely, and you weren’t expecting the message and (bad) selfie to prove it him a week later, after your first meet up from the bar you loved.

- Then, about every other week, the two of you met for quickies. Of course the first time he just up and left. The second time too, but the third time he ended up staying a good hour afterwards, both of you exhausted and making light conversation. Somewhat. He wasn’t much of a talker.

- But soon after that, sometimes he would hang around enough to recharge, go again, and chat sparingly before leaving.

- It was probably from the rush of good sex, but you slowly started a crush on him and his rough attitude. It didn’t help that he was actually a little attractive, either.

- So about a couple of month later, when he dropped full contact and his number leading to a dead end, it kind of hurt. A lot.

- You were a bit proud that you didn’t cry more than a couple of times about it, but he was the first crush you had in a very long time, so admittedly you got a bit too attached.

- And so, after all of the RFA mess happened, and you finally got to see who the hacker was, well… Due to circumstances, you didn’t mention it until a few months after.

- And he didn’t remember you at all.

- Not even something gross, like if you were a good fuck or not. He just had no memory of you at all.

- Sure, it was most likely the drugs in his system and the stress he had been going through. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt you, though.

- At first, you left it at that, made some excuse on how it didn’t matter since the two of you knew each other now, but a few hours later he brought it back up again, asking in a low voice exactly how you two knew each other.

- And, since it was just the two of you in Seven’s bunker, the other twin running out to buy a few groceries, you hesitantly explained.

- And the look on his face made you regret ever bringing it up in the first place. He looked angry? Pained? Pissed off?? He didn’t respond at first, just letting out a few frustrated sighs as he tapped his foot rapidly, grasping at some sort of explanation.

- “When I did stuff like that… I made a point not to remember who I slept with.” He paused, then kept on. “It doesn’t mean you’re forgettable. I made it a point not to get attached and just get what I wanted. If I contacted you again after the first time…It probably just meant I didn’t want to look for anyone else if you were still willing. Or something, fuck.”

- Your chest hurt, and that’s when you realized you had been holding your breath. Obviously, if what you said didn’t have him remember you fully…There were others he treated like that.

- He noticed your tender expression, how you were biting your lip in thought, and he finally faced you, almost even reaching out before pulling his hand back. 

- “I wasn’t in the best place back then. I was fucked up, honestly. But… I’m working on my issues right now. And I’m sorry if I hurt you. I remember you for how you’ve helped me, for how patient you are while helping me and Saeyoung. I’m sorry for not remembering you for sex, but…” He trailed off, his shoulders dropping as he failed to come up with the right words

- “Well… I think I’d rather be remembered for helping you, rather than that. “ You admitted, and he let out a tense sigh. 

- “I know it probably hurt you, but…If we could start over, I would appreciate it.”

- Starting over didn’t seem too bad… Hopefully with time, these tangled emotions would slowly fade, and you could get to know him for who he really was.

I commissioned @oftlop​ to do this beautiful picture to go with a little missing makeout I wrote! Isn’t it radiant? ugh i can’t get over it. SO AMAZING. 


“You’d think the rebellion would send their stars not the weakest player,” Jyn muttered under her breath.

Cassian’s fist clenched in time with his jaw and his whole body felt tight. That wouldn’t normally be a problem, he was more skilled than this. 

And yet, that was the whole issue.

“I am the best the Alliance has to offer, it’s you that’s the problem,” he snapped.

“Excuse me?” Jyn asked, incredulous.

“Intelligence officers don’t generally brag, but the Captain is correct, he is the best, by the numbers, if you take into account-” Kay-Tu started but both Jyn and Cassian shushed him.

“I should have left you on Jedha.”

“To die?”

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Privileged (17/?)

Originally posted by octaviablakes

“*yn* and her four friends plus Murphy continue on their journey to find and save the rest of the delinquents. When they lose one of their own, tensions between *yn* and Finn reach boiling point. *yn* reunites with one of her closest friends.” 

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, fluff, slight angst 

Notes: Based on 2x04 “Many Happy Returns” of The 100.

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“How do we even know if this map is right?” Murphy piped up. 

“I’m just saying, we’ve been walking for two days and there’s no sign of them.” He continued when his question was met with silence.

“Just be quiet Murphy.” Monroe snapped irritably before *yn* could even open her mouth to tell him off. The group had lost what little spirit that they originally had a long time ago, around the time that Murphy had begun to complain every hour like clock work to be precise. 

“I’m just making the point-”

“Shut up.” *yn* cut him off as she came to a sudden halt and jerked her head around. “Oh what now-”

“Shh.” She snapped, shooting him a silencing glare before turning her attention back to her surroundings. The rest of the group came to a halt and they once again fell into a tense silence, all of them shooting *yn* confused glances.

“Do you hear that?” She murmured quietly. The rest of them strained their ears at her words. There was a pause when nothing but birds chirping entered their ears until they all heard something coming up ahead. 

Buzzing. 

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time after time

song drabble no.2 - this time loosely inspired by Cyndi Lauper’s time after time

Originally posted by jun-kookie

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, guardian angel au (this was meant to be fluff i’m so sorry)

wordcount: 1.5k

“How could you ever sleep happily by your husband’s side knowing Jungkook, your angel, your soulmate, would be sat just a few metres away watching over you so dutifully?”


The first time laid your eyes on Jungkook, you were sixteen years old. He, on the other hand, was approximately two thousand years old. Despite the grand age, his face didn’t look a day over twenty and even though four years had passed since then, he still looked like the perfect mirror image of his past self. He never changed.

 It had been an accident, of course. Jungkook revealing himself to you. He’d been assigned to you since birth, constantly watching over you for sixteen years and never once leaving your side, just as everyone else’s guardian angel did. For that sixteen years, there was not a single hitch in the road, he played his role perfectly as did you.

 Then something in the grand master plan went wrong. A glitch of sorts. And suddenly there he was, standing before you, a terrified sixteen-year-old who was convinced a ghost had apparated in front of her, albeit, a very attractive ghost. His skin was golden and an ethereal sparkle shone outwards from him as if the source of light was coming from somewhere inside his soul. He had no wings, no halo, nothing that angels were always believed to possess. He was merely a boy in ripped jeans and a white shirt.

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