bringing it back because i love this hair ;a;

4

I am a slut for the idea that Lance finds his worth/confidence in a solo mission that sort of goes wrong or takes longer than expected, he ends up saving a planet and bonds with blue, acquiring a few battle scars and a new hair cut maybe?? And when he goes back to the team he brings upon a new strength reminding them of the ocean, and so everyone just cries they are so happy he is back because they all sort of fall apart without him,,,,,, pls slide in my dms if anyone actually writes anything similar because i will marry you

The next girl you’ll love,

she will be pink blossoms

and nectar lips,

she will kiss you like dawn

and sleep with you like sunset.

She will love you differently

and will touch you like healing,

her hair a fistful of tender

songs to lull you at night

and I,

well
I will be another ghost

you’ve long since grew out of

and on those rare times

you are weak enough for me

to haunt you,

you’d wake up to her hand

stroking your back;

her whispers drowning out

our daunting past because

what was I,
but a mirror to your demons
and all I’ve done was
bring out the worst in you -
the kindest favor I ever did
was to let you go.

—  I hope she loves you right // Genefe Navilon
Dating Wonho Would Be Like

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

  • Clingiest boyfriend
  • Would love to have you in his arms
  • All the time
  • Loves to smell your hair
  • Kisses your nose
  • Back hugs
  • Asks you to cook for him
  • Will tell you if he doesn’t like the food 
  • So he takes you out to eat
  • Flashes his abs to you when you work out together
  • That’s the reason why you go
  • Places his hands on your inner thighs whenever you wear a skirt
  • Takes you to the park at night when there’s no one around
  • So he can kiss you under the starts
  • Hickeys
  • He loves when you sit on his lap
  • Cuddles you all night long 
  • Waking up to him kissing your neck
  • Seeing that smile everyday
  • Laying on the floor while he does push ups
  • Kisses you every time he goes down
  • Running from him when his all sweaty 
  • “Jagi~ Come here give me a hug~”
  • “Never!”
  • But he catches you
  • And hugs the hell out of you
  • An excuse to shower together
  • Foreplay in the shower
  • Finishing the business in bed while still soaking wet
  • Loves when you ride him
  • A lot of eye contact
  • Him always smirking and biting his lip
  • Gripping your hips to guide you
  • Cuddling afterwards while waiting to get dry
  • Too lazy to go get towels
  • Having a huge stock of cup ramen at home
  • Going to amusement parks together
  • Him not wanting to go on rides that get too high
  • Going on kids rides
  • Trying to win you a prize because he feels guilty
  • Going down on you very often
  • Pulling his hair while he does so
  • Loves to hear your moans
  • Gives you cheesy, but meaningful gifts
  • Holds back tears whenever you fight
  • The first to apologize
  • Wanting to meet your parents
  • But because of the distance you end up meeting his parents first
  •  Having matching earrings 
  • Always whispering sexy love confessions
  • Clearly wants to have a family with you
  • Is lowkey about it 
  • Brings home a puppy 
  • Pretends the puppy is your child
  • Always tells you how much he loves you when on tour
  • The other members helping you surprise him on tour
  • “Jagi! You’re here!”
  • Lifts you up while hugging you tight
  • “It’s because I can’t stay away from you baby, but right now I can’t breathe!”

Don’t Say Anything (part 9)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.


Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.

“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of a sudden’.” he mocked.

“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”

“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.

“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”

“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”

Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”

Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.

“You royally fucked up my friend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”

Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.

There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.

So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?

Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”

“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”

“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.

“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.

“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”

“How long was it going on before you told us?”

“A year.”

“Bucky!”

“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!”

“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”

But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”

“How do you know that?”

“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”

Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.

He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.

“Why does the universe hate me?”


“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.

“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.

“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.

“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.

“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”

“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”

You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”

“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”

You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”

“What do you mean there’s not an update?”

“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.

“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.

You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.

“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.

“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”

You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.

You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”

“No.”

“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”

“No, Natasha.”

“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”

You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.

Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”

“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”

You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”

“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.

“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.

“So?”

“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”

“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.

The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”

“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.

“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.

“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.

“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.

“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”

“Stop pressuring her!”

Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”


A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!

TAGS ARE CLOSED MI AMIGOS

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Post 3: NOW WE HERE

There’s nothing better than seeing someone who’s been through so much, finally make it to such a happy place! And with some straight up inspirational hair-growth, to boot. (This set starts at the beginning of NSP and brings us to the present)

I understand the middle images (due to being one big image) might be a bit blurry. Right-clicking them and choosing “view image” or “open in new tab” might give you a better view.

(Part 1 here) (Part 2 here)

(bonus: these pics of present-Dan with his hair back because why not)

Fine print: I’d totally love to do one of these for Arin, but I’d need help finding so many photos of him. If anyone has some in mind, message away!

Always Okay

Sorry, its not 30 days of Jensen and Dean, but it’s a little something I felt compelled to write. Hope you enjoy.


“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you spit out as he watched you carefully, his brow furrowed slightly.

You hadn’t been expecting his response.

“Yahtzee,” he said, making a proud little face and taking a swig from his beer.

You gawked at him, unable to believe that he was taking this so well.

You knitted your brow together and sigh heavily.

“And it’s yours, Winchester,” you huffed, still not fully accepting his aloofness. There certainly had to be a meltdown hanging just around the corner.

He finished off his beer and set it on the table, stepping toward you and pulling you off the bed and into his arms. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on both sides of his tie, his pecs twitching slightly at the contact.

“I’d certainly hope so, princess,” he said smiling down at you, his lips rapidly approaching yours. He kissed you fiercely, his large hand pressed into the small of your back, holding you firmly against him.

You pushed away, staring at him in disbelief.

“Wait,” you breathed. “How are you kind of even a little bit okay with this? How are you not screaming that this is insane?” You panicked, stepping away from him. “That we have no right to be doing this,” you rambled. “Bringing a kid into this life is selfish,” you added, running your hands through your hair. Apparently you were going to have a meltdown for both of you since Dean had clearly lost it.

“And…”

Dean grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to him, silencing your rambling with his lips pressed firmly against yours. You melted into him.

“Y/N, we both let this happen. Call it carelessness. Call it a mistake. Call it reckless. I choose to call this perfect because I love you. Sure bringing a kid into this world is massively stupid living the way we do, but if it’s with you, I know it will be okay,” he shrugged, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him.

“How are you so sure, Dean?” you breathed, the fear creeping into your voice.

“Cause with you everything is always okay. In fact, it’s perfect,” he smiled, kissing you sweetly.

“Okay,” you whispered against his plush lips as they moved in time against yours. He backed you against the bed and you toppled on top of it. He swiftly crawled over you, his hand immediately caressing your cheek.

“Okay,” he said as if that settled it.

He rolled his hips against yours, kissing you with passion. You knew Dean loved you. This was better than anything you could have hoped for.

He doesn’t even say “I’m home.”
He slips out of his shoes, drops his bag in the hallway - Tooru looks up from the couch at the sound, to find Hajime standing in the doorway.
“Iwa-”
But then he sees his face, sees the exhaustion, how lost and drained he looks, and he abandons words.
He’s crossed the room in three strides, reaching for Hajime’s wrists. He shudders at the contact, and almost immediately there’s tears building in his eyes.
Oh, today must have been rough.
Tooru closes the distance without hesitation, fitting Hajime against his chest, tucking his head into the crook of his neck so he can breathe in Tooru’s scent.
Hajime doesn’t move, for a moment, even as Tooru’s arms come up around him - and then he sags, the rest of his energy draining out as reality seems to settle in.
He’s home. He’s made it through another day.
Tooru knows that sometimes everything feels too hard - but he also knows how to make it better.
The first step - and the one Tooru struggles with most - is letting Hajime cry.
There’s something inherantly painful about seeing him fall apart, and even though he knows it’s necessary, that doesn’t make it any easier to watch. He wants to shower Hajime in affection, wants to whisper that it’ll be okay, that he’s here, that they’ve got each other - but that’s not what he needs right now.
So instead, Tooru just holds on.
He guides them back to the couch, letting Hajime curl up on his lap and finally, finally bring his arms up as well, to rest around Tooru’s waist.
Tooru leans in and kisses Hajime’s forehead, swallowing all the words he wants to say, saving them for later.
Not now. Because the first step to healing is letting him break, letting him get it all out, without pretty words or reassurances.
Acknowledge. Accept. Fix.
“I love you,” Tooru whispers. It slips out before he can stop it, because the sounds, oh, the sounds Hajime makes when he cries are heartbreaking and he can’t-
“T-tooru,” Hajime gasps, breath catching on the word, fingers curling into fists over his soft sweater.
And Tooru squeezes back, pressing kisses to Hajime’s hair as he holds on, careful but determined.
Because maybe things aren’t okay right now.
But they will be.

° ▪ • * ————— SLEEPING BEAUTY SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Good gracious! Who left the mop running? ’
’ Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century! ’
’ No! It cannot be! ’
’ A forest of thorns shall be his tomb! ’
’ Now go with the curse, and serve me well! ’
’ It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her! ’
’ She couldn’t have vanished into thin air! ’
’ Are you sure you searched everywhere? ’
’ Yep, yep, everywhere. We all did. ’
’ And what about the town? The forests? The mountains? ’
’ Yeah, we searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and… ’
’ Did you hear that, my pet? ’
’ All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby. ’
’ I’d like to turn her into a fat ol’ - hop toad. ’
’ Now, dear, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. ’
’ Besides, we can’t. You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness. ’
’ Well, that would make me happy. ’
’ That’s because it’s on you, dear. ’
’ It looks awful. ’
’ Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure! ’
’ Listen well, all of you. ’
’ Seize that creature! ’
’ Don’t despair, Your Majesties. ’
’ Stand back, you fools! ’
’ Then, she can undo this fearful curse? ’
’ I have plans for our royal guest. ’
’ Why so melancholy? ’
’ Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. ’
’ Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! ’
’ To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. ’
’ You know, sometimes I don’t think she’s really very happy. ’
’ Nowadays I’m still the king! ’
’ I command you to come to your senses! ’
’ And marry the girl I love. ’
’ That’s what I’m trying to tell you. ’
’ The sun has set! Make ready to welcome your princess! ’
’ But, I never baked a fancy cake. ’
’ Oh, you won’t have to, dear! ’
’ I’m going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. ’
’ All you do is follow the book! ’
’ Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. ’
’ Well, I still say we oughta use magic. ’
’ Now, dear, we decided pink was her color! ’
’ Touch the spindle. Touch it I say! ’
’ You poor, simple fools. ’
’ Thinking you could defeat me. ’
’ Oh, they’re hopeless. ’
’ A disgrace to the forces of evil. ’
’ My pet… you are my last hope. ’
’ Go, and do not fail me. ’
’ But when will I see you again? ’
’ Why? After all, I am sixteen. ’
’ You’re already betrothed. ’
’ Since the day you were born. ’
’ How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be… ’
’ No! I can’t believe it, no! No! ’
’ I’m not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather! ’
’ Well, what do you think? ’
’ Forty bedrooms, dining hall… honeymoon cottage, really. ’
’ You - you mean you’re building it already? ’
’ Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow. ’
’ Want to see our grandchildren, don’t we? ’
’ Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before. ’
’ I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. ’
’ I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar. ’
’ But we can’t, we can’t go there! ’
’ Now come, we must hurry. ’
’ They’ll be heartbroken when they find out. ’
’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’
’ But don’t you remember? We’ve met before. ’
’ Why do they still treat me like a child? ’
’ They never want me to meet anyone. ’
’ What is it? Come on, let’s find out. ’
’ For an extra bucket of oats? And a few… carrots? ’
’ Don’t you see? A flower can’t prick its finger. ’
’ Well, what do you think of it? ’
’ Why, it… it’s a very unusual cake, isn’t it? ’
’ Well, what do you think of the dress? ’
’ I think we’ve had enough of this nonsense! ’
’ I’m going to get those wands. ’
’ Well, it may come as quite a shock. ’
’ Why doesn’t your daughter like my son? ’
’ This means war! ’
’ What’s this all about, anyway? ’
’ I’ll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow. ’
’ Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! ’
’ Whatever are we going to do? ’
’ You’ve met some stranger? ’

anonymous asked:

Hey mom! (Is it cool if I still call you mom? Or you prefer another word?) I've been feeling kinda down because I had the opportunity to come out to my friend but I didn't. I really like your fics :) I know you are not taking prompts, and I feel that I'm bothering you, so sorry. Could you write like.. maggie meeting clark, and Alex has to come out to him and it's really cheesy and cute, idk I need this right now. You are awesome and I really really like your new look.

Alex is pacing.

It’s not the same as the way she paces when Eliza comes to National City.

But it’s close.

She’s pacing and she’s wringing her hands and she keeps glancing at the freezer, even though she knows that Kara has long since cleaned out her apartment of liquor.

Maggie glances at Kara, and Kara grimaces a small smile before taking Alex by the hand.

“Alex. Clark loves you. Okay? You might not be Kryptonian, but you’re his cousin, too.”

Alex nods distractedly, glancing behind her at Maggie, who nods silently, letting Kara take the lead, because this is a moment for her Danvers girls. The Danvers sisters.

Kara sighs and strokes Alex’s hair, bringing her face back toward her. “Alex. He’s going to love Maggie, too.”

“Well yeah, what’s not to love? But I mean… my girlfriend?”

“He’s not going to care, Alex, he – “

“Yeah, but he’s so… white bread good old boy.”

Maggie snorts and Kara pffts.

“Alex – oh! He’s here!”

Maggie furrows her brow and Alex shrugs, a small grin on her face. “You get used to the superhearing after a while.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Clark!!!”

Because suddenly Kara is throwing open the door and barreling into her cousin’s arms, and he’s kissing her forehead and spinning her around slightly, and she’s giggling madly and Alex takes a deep breath, because yes, he abandoned her, but yes, he loves her, and god, family is complicated.

And speaking of complicated –

“Alex!” he says, and she doesn’t need to be looking at him to hear the huge smile in his voice. He steps out of Kara’s arms and pulls Alex into his, and she revels in it despite herself, because there aren’t a lot of men she lets touch her, ever, but Clark is one of them, and his arms make her feel… accepted.

And speaking of accepted –

“And who’s this?” He’s pulling back from her, still with a warm smile, but stiffening slightly but nearly imperceptibly in the way that he does when he has to maintain his cover.

“Um, Clark, this is Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division. Maggie, Clark Kent.”

“Big fan of your work, Clark,” she says, shaking his hand with a smile that matches his, and Kara’s eyes almost burn through Alex, knowing – because she can hear it – exactly how hard her heart is pounding.

And Clark can hear it, too.

“Well, Science Division, seems like something I’d be a big fan of too. Even though Alex is the brains of the family.”

He looks at his adoptive cousin, then, trying to give her an opening, for whatever she wants to say, because clearly – if her slamming pulse is any indication – she wants to say something.

And she says it, sudden, fast, rambling.

“Clark, Maggie’s my girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend, because I’m gay. A lesbian. And a lucky one, too, because um… yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”

She bounces slightly on the balls of her feet, Maggie and Kara delicately channeling their amused chortles into their proud smiles.

Clark doesn’t raise his eyebrows and he doesn’t comment about men not being good enough and he doesn’t seem disappointed and he doesn’t laugh and he doesn’t do anything except pull Alex back into his arms, kissing her hair and smiling, smiling, smiling.

“I’m proud of you, Alex. And Maggie, welcome to the family. This one’ll take good care of you – you’re gonna do the same for her, right?”

“That’s the plan,” Maggie beams, and Kara tugs a relieved, exhaling Alex sideways into her own arms.

“You don’t seem… surprised?” Alex narrows her eyes along with her smile.

Clark digs his hands deep into his pockets, glances at Kara, glances at Maggie, and grins.

“Well, Lucy has been telling Lois for a while that she thought…”

“What’s a while? She knew? And J’onn! God, you’d think they could’ve told me! Did everyone know before I did?.”

“Not me, I thought I was falling for another straight girl – “

“Ever been more happy to be wrong, Sawyer?”

“Never.”

“Um, guys… we’re… right here?”

Clark and Kara adjust their glasses and turn away in tandem, identical smiles on their faces and identically wide can’t-erase-that-from-my-mind-but-Rao-is-it-good-to-see-her-happy eyes.

Walking on Air

i.e. Jungkook takes his girlfriend to Hawaii

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, teasing, dash of angst, oral, and more fluff

Word Count: 7,272 (holy fuck, kill me. I wrote this in two days, plus I did a hell of a lot of research just for this scenario)

Anonymous Ask: “can you do a drabble for jungkook like you did for tae? Btw i loved the taehyung drabble a lot”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

*I changed the gif b/c the other one wasn’t working and it irked me.

A/N: Voíla! Thanks again for the ask Nonnie! Okay, so before you all read this go look up Westin Maui Resort ‘cause holy shit, I wanna go! 

Here’s a virtual tour of the resort: https://youtu.be/R7g3GfhG81Q

Important Note:Most italicized words in dialogue are in Korean. Non-italicized are in English.” *Y/N is a native english-speaker, but is fluent in Korean as well; and at this point in time, Jungkook is finally fluent in english.* (I apologize to those of you who aren’t native english speakers. I just thought it was an interesting concept, especially because I wanted to see Namjoon’s responses to this couple.)

-Also, Yeobo is a term of affection between typically older married couples, but I think it’s cute (and apparently so does real life Jungkook (*>ω<*).)

Song: Walking on Air by Katy Perry


As you stepped into the fresh open air outside of the airport on the island of Maui, you gasped.

“Holy shit, this is amazing!” You were in awe of the island’s beauty, having never been there before, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten to be so lucky. Who else could say that they’d been asked by their wonderful boyfriend to go to Hawaii with him and his 6 other friends, just ‘cause? You doubted there were many who could.

You circled in place, taking in as much of the scenery as possible. Everything was so vibrant and beautiful. From where you were, you couldn’t see the ocean, but it couldn’t have been too far away. You couldn’t wait to go exploring.

“Jungkook! Oh my god! Are you seeing this?”

Jungkook laughed at your outburst. “Yes, Y/N. I see it. Remember? I’ve been here before.

You turned to your boyfriend and glared. “Well, excuse me for being a nobody.

Jungkook reached out and touched your shoulder. “Yah, Y/N-ah. Don’t be like that.”

You slapped his hand away, and picked up your luggage, walking towards the van in a huff. “Whatever.”

Behind you, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your behavior. You could be so difficult sometimes. He caught up to you and grabbed your bags before you could protest, stashing them in the van. “Yah! Jungkook-ah! What do you think you’re doing?!” Said man turned and grinned at you before pulling you in for a quick kiss.

I don’t know what you mean?” He said innocently.

You pushed him off of you gently, and turned to climb into the van. “Aish, you’re so difficult.”

Jungkook followed you into the vehicle, and proceeded to sit next to you in the back. “Oho? I’m the one being difficult? Have you met yourself, missy?

You turned to him and scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?

Jungkook scooted closer to you, pressing himself against your arm, and whispered, “It means, princess, that you’re difficult sometimes,” and pressed a kiss against the tip of your nose.

You slapped his arm in retaliation. “Yah! What do you mean sometimes?

Jungkook just giggled as you repeatedly smacked his arm. “It means that the other half of the time, you’re my wonderful girlfriend, whom I love very much, and would do anything for.

He gently took the wrist of the hand you were beating him with into his own, and brushed his lips against the knuckles. You blushed shyly in response to his romantic actions.

“Jungkook…”

Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, and bit his lip. “You’re so adorable when you get all shy.

Yoongi, whom you hadn’t realized had already climbed into the van, grunted tiredly. “Aish. How do you two have so much energy?

Jungkook looked surprised as well. “How are you still sleepy, hyung? You slept the entire time we were on the plane!”

Yoongi slowly turned to look at Jungkook. “Well, trying to get any sleep on an 11 hour journey in a flying lighting rod isn’t exactly comforting, nor is it the right setting to get any kind of real rest. Especially when I’m surrounded by idiots such as yourself.”

You snorted. “Oppa, you can sleep anywhere. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Yoongi huffed and turned back towards the front.

You turned back to Jungkook, shaking your head. “Who’s the difficult one again?”

You both giggled as Hoseok and Jin climbed into the seats in front of you.

What are you two giggling about back there?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows at the two of you, and smiled a bit in endearment.

You and Jungkook grinned at each other. “Aha… Nothing~.”

Jin shook his head at yours and Jungkook’s antics. “Aish, you kids. Buckle up because we are about to leave.

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You Belong With Us

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 1,862
Warnings: Cussing.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Hey, i was wondering if you could do a John one where reader & John are in relationship but reader believes John only is with her cuz of love Dean & Sam have for her & he doesnt love her at all especially since he has never said it to her. John & her get into fight & he pretty much tells her in heat of moment that only with her because of Dean & Sam & doesnt love her. But really trying to protect her & is scared. Reader leaves when John is gone & he goes after her.

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Send My Love (To Your New Lover) - Part 2

Summary of Part 1:  You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.

Part 2: Requested (by many lovely people):  Hi! I know that this is probably a longshot, but I wanted to request a sequel for Send My Love? That scenario left me aching, and I need closure. Lol. More angst of course, but can the reader find a new love interest? I just want Baek to squirm a lot for what he has done, and of course there should be a big dallop about his jealousy

So this was supposed to be a one shot, and as I said in Part 1, you can end it there. BUT if you need closure, here’s more to help satisfy your needs. 

Also I’m tagging these babes because they inspired this: @tousdae, @byunshim, and @imbaekhyunstrash <3 thanks loves 

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Julie’s POV (Mistress) – One Month Later

The bed is empty when Julie wakes. It wasn’t a sound that woke her or a movement – it was the absence of it. The room is too still, too empty. She blinks groggily as she turns over to check the time on her phone. 5:12 AM. Always 5 AM, she thinks to herself tiredly. Like clockwork. Like Cinderella, except instead of a princess running away from the ball at midnight, it’s Baekhyun shuffling out of the house at the crack of dawn.

Sighing, she gives up on the idea of sleep and rolls out of bed, grabbing her bathrobe and the apartment keys on her way out.  

It’s a cool August morning when Julie steps out of the apartment complex, not quite cold but not warm either. She draws her robe tighter around her and pads down the sidewalk in her slippers, trying to push down the nagging sense of foreboding that’s been building in her chest for a while now. At the corner of the complex, she takes a left and follows the path into the courtyard. The leaves on the trees are just starting to curl at the ends as if drawing in on themselves from the coming cold, but she keeps her eyes on the path as she makes her way to the gazebo where a familiar silhouette stands, half-hidden.

Baekhyun.

A pang goes through Julie at the sight of him, and she steps onto the gazebo. He’s standing utterly still, a statue, leaning against the railing with his hand slightly extended as if reaching for something. His eyes are glazed.

“Baekhyun,” she says as she catches his hand. “Baek.” He’s still frozen, so she gently shakes him. Sometimes it takes a little bit of extra coaxing from her to pull him from his daze. He finally blinks, coming back to his senses, and he looks down at her with confusion that quickly gives way to understanding. Shame – and wretchedness.

“I was sleepwalking again,” he says. It’s not a question.

Julie tries for a reassuring smile. “But you didn’t yesterday, so that’s progress.”

“It’s not progress. None of this is progress. I don’t…I can’t…” His face is pale and his eyes are wide and glassy like an animal’s caught in headlights. Not terrified. Just…helpless. Resigned.

“Please,” Julie clutches at Baekhyun’s hand. “Please go see a doctor, jagiya. They can help you with whatever is going on. I know you won’t talk to me about it, but you have to talk to someone. You can’t live your life like this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Julie.”

“Baekhyun, don’t be stubborn. This has been going on for almost a month! This is a problem, but we can fix it—”

“I don’t want to fix it!” He yanks his hand away as he barks this out, but almost immediately after, the anger drains out of him and he slumps against the railing. His eyes have that vacant look again and he says once more, softly this time, “I don’t want to fix it.”

“Okay, baby,” Julie murmurs soothingly. Behind her calm voice though is a growing fear. If Baekhyun doesn’t try to get better, he’s only going to get worse – and she has no idea how to help him. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, okay?” Hesitantly, she reaches for his hand, and this time he lets her lead him back to their apartment. When they make it back to the bedroom, Baekhyun just stares at the bed for a while before climbing in beside her. She turns to him, ready to curl up against his chest, but he faces the other way before she can do this.

Julie waits for him to fall asleep before she whispers, “I love you.” Because she can’t bear it if he doesn’t whisper it back. And she’s not sure anymore if he will.


The morning – well, the afternoon, really – brings the scent of coffee. It’s part of Julie’s ritual: wake up, brush teeth, toss some bread in the toaster, and brew coffee for herself and Baek. She twists her hair into a messy bun as she potters around the kitchen. Unbeknownst to Baekhyun, she has a plan. A plan to break him out of this drowning stupor and transform him back into the guy she fell in love with. The guy she broke all the rules for.

Apparently the smells from the kitchen are enough to rouse him because Baekhyun appears in the doorway, yawning. Julie pauses for a moment, distracted by the sight of him. His loose shirt and baggy pajama pants still can’t hide the hard lines of his sculpted frame, and she watches the way his body moves as he makes his way over to her. Even with his bedhead and dark circles, he’s breathtaking.

“Good morning, honey,” she pecks him on the cheek as he passes her to get to the coffee.

“Morning,” he says absently.

“Do you want me to make you an omelet? With chives and tomatoes and cheese? I know you like that.”

“That’s okay.” The clouds on his face clear for a moment as he offers her a smile, and Julie feels her breath catch. “Thank you though, Jules.” His appetite is still next to nonexistent.

“Anytime.” Plucking the toast from the toaster and placing them on two plates, Julie snags the butter from the fridge on her way to the table. Baekhyun joins her with the coffee, and they settle into comfortable silence as they eat.

That is, until she breaks it.

“So I was thinking…” Julie begins, trying not to feel discouraged by Baekhyun’s mental distance, “we should look at houses together.”

This catches his attention and he freezes with his toast halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he puts its down and meets her gaze. “What made you come to that decision?” he asks carefully.

Well, that wasn’t the response she was hoping for.

“I don’t know. This apartment seems so abandoned. Ever since Y/N left and took all her stuff with her, this place feels so impersonal, like a rest stop. Just somewhere to crash in between work and errands and all that.”

His shoulders have become rigid under his shirt. “Don’t talk about her, okay?” he says in a strained voice. The break up was hard on him, Julie knows this. There’s nothing Baekhyun hates more than hurting people, and he’s still probably feeling guilty.

She shrugs. “Okay. My point is, I want a home with you, Baek. I think maybe your soul is feeling restless, and building something new with me could help you find peace. You might even sleep through the night for once.”

He’s tearing his bread into smaller and smaller pieces as he considers this with a frown. “I just don’t know if I want to go house-hunting right now,” he finally admits. “I’m exhausted, and that sounds like an ordeal.”

“Or we can just do up this place.” Baekhyun still seems reluctant. “Come on, please?”

“Fine,” he groans, and Julie squeals, throwing her arms around him.

“Hurry up and finish your breakfast then.”

He glances at her apprehensively. “Why?”

“Because we’re going to the mall right after. And I’m driving.”

Baekhyun’s POV

The mall is packed. It’s a Saturday afternoon, and everyone and his mother are hanging out here. But then, it’s a small town and this is the only place to go.

Julie drags Baekhyun from store to store, and he struggles to keep up with her as she weaves easily through the clusters of shoppers, towing him in hand. His body feels heavy and clumsy from so many hours – so many nights of disturbed sleep, and his head is beginning to pound. But when Julie points out an intricate lamp or a patterned rug or a potted plant, looking for his opinion, Baekhyun does his best to show interest. Because this girl genuinely cares about him – and he cares about her too. Just not the way he cares about –

Stop. He shakes his head and grinds his teeth together. Don’t go there. Don’t think about her. But how can he not when every damn thing reminds him of her, of Y/N? The way the sun slants through the window of the bedroom they once shared – it used to slip through the blinds and fall directly on her face, and she would complain every morning to Baekhyun about this. But he never bought new curtains because he loved the way the light touched her soft features and made her into something celestial. The sound of rain against the roof of the car brings her to mind. The first time he kissed her – a real kiss, with his hands in her hair and her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer – was in the car, and it had been pouring out. He can’t even bring himself to eat omelets anymore because that was her favorite breakfast food.

Julie is marveling at different ceramic figurines to liven up their living room when Baekhyun suddenly excuses himself to go to the bathroom. As he makes his way out of the Pottery Barn, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He needs to make a call.


The mall is thinning out now. Baekhyun and Julie have been here for a few hours, and people are starting to trickle out. He’s on his way back from the bathroom, trying to remember how to get back to the Pottery Barn, when something catches his attention. A familiar sound, like the tinkling of wind chimes. Laughter. He whips his head around in search of the source of the noise, and his eyes land on a couple standing by a food court kiosk, trying out samples of cheese.

The guy is tall, taller than him, with a white smile, gelled hair, and an expensive fall coat. And the girl beside him is…Y/N.

Baekhyun feels the color leave his face as he reflexively steps back, allowing the people walking to partially hide him as he watches them. He hasn’t seen her since…that day.

The kiosk vendor looks bored as he offers them more cheese samples, but Y/N and the guy seem to be having a great time. She looks radiant, Baekhyun realizes with a twist of longing in his stomach, happier than he’s seen her in a long time. He can only stare as the guy places a sample in his mouth, makes a face, and then leans down to say something in her ear, and she throws her head back and laughs. The sound reaches him again like a caress, like a slap in the face, and Baekhyun’s legs can’t seem to decide if they want to run over to Y/N and the guy and yank them apart – or if they should carry him far, far away. It’s only when he watches the guy reach over to tuck a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear that Baekhyun finally can’t take anymore, and he slips into the throng of walking people, letting the tide of their bodies tug him away from her. It almost feels natural to do this.

After all, this isn’t the first time he’s let life pull them apart.  

Julie’s POV

Baekhyun is silent during the ride home, but it’s the kind of silence that feels loaded, ready to burst messily. Something happened while he was in the bathroom, that much she’s figured, and she flexes her fingers around the steering wheel uneasily. Every move she makes only seems to drive him further from her – but she also can’t just stand by and watch him spiral.

“I love you, Baekhyun,” she says softly, tentatively.

“I love you too, Julie.” She bites her lip at how automated his words sound.

“Do you?”

At this, he finally looks away from the window to her. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

That should have been comforting, his answer, but something unsettles her about the way he says the last bit – how could I not? – as if there’s more to the question, something he’s leaving unsaid.

How could I not – because I have to at this point.


Even though it’s 6 PM when they get back to the apartment, Baekhyun tells Julie that he’s going to go take a nap and disappears into the bedroom, leaving her alone in the living room with her newly purchased home furnishings. She wilts onto the couch and pulls her knees up to her chin. Without Baekhyun’s company, there’s too many hours to fill, and she doesn’t want to start clattering around with the décor while he’s sleeping. It’s a small apartment.

So she fills the time with busy work – organizing the book shelf, going through her emails, taking out the garbage. On her way back in from the dumpster, she stops by the mailbox to collect their mail and flips through the envelopes as she heads back into the living room. Might as well attend to the bills and cut out the coupons now.

Going through the mail is as dull as she’d expected – until she gets to the phone bill. Julie straightens up in her chair as she scans the page, her interest peaked – and not in a good way. It seems in the last month, Baekhyun has made over fifty calls to the same number, and it’s not one that she recognizes. Shoving the other papers aside on the dining table, she unearths her cell phone and dials the number, not sure what to expect. Hopefully it isn’t some phone sex service—

We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.

Julie stares at her phone as the intercept message ends. What the hell? She quickly compares the number she dialed to the one on the bill, and it’s the same. Baekhyun has been calling a disconnected number – multiple times.

Well. It wasn’t always a disconnected number. Pulling her laptop in front of her, she drums her fingers on the table as she waits for it to power on. She’s got some research to do.


It’s late when Julie finally climbs into bed, and not because she had too much trouble with her research. It’s because she had to go take a walk after she was finished to clear her head.

She settles against the pillow and traces the line of Baekhyun’s sleeping form with her eyes, considering waking him. But this might be one of those rare nights when he manages to stay asleep, when he’s not moved to wander, and so she holds herself back, albeit with some difficulty. She can talk with him in the morning, and it’s probably better to sleep on her thoughts anyway. Sighing, Julie closes her eyes and lets the storm in her mind lull her into oblivion.

She wakes a few hours later to an empty bed and rolls over to check the time. 5:15 AM.

“Like clockwork,” she exhales and scrubs her face with her hand. When did this become a normal part of her life? Running after her somnambulistic boyfriend who she’s not even sure loves her, at ungodly hours of the day? A flash of anger goes through Julie as she throws her legs off the bed and gets to her feet. This isn’t the guy she fell for, the guy that could make her laugh even when she felt like crying, who kissed her so deeply that she felt it in her toes. The guy she had been willing to hurt another girl to have.

The guilt comes back in waves as Julie walks out of the apartment complex, repressed emotion set free. She’d never been the type of girl to do what she did, set her sights on a taken man, become a…mistress. Ugh, what a dirty word. But Baekhyun was like no other man – no other person she’d ever met before, and at the time, she probably would have done anything for him. Maybe even still. It hadn’t felt wrong to be with him then because he felt so right by her side, the missing piece in her life. But today, for the first time, she’s feeling something new.

Regret.  

The gazebo comes into sight, and Julie shakes her head, snapping back to attention. Then she blinks. Looks around. Looks around again, feeling panic rising in her chest now, and she hurries over to the gazebo before stopping in her tracks when she finds it unoccupied.

Baekhyun isn’t here.

Julie braces herself against the railing and tries to stay calm. The car is still in the lot, so he can’t have gotten that far, right? But then, he could have started walking hours ago, and she can’t call him because his phone is still on the nightstand. He could be anywhere by now. Oh god, there’s a lake a few blocks away. What if he walked into it and just kept on walking? Forget the lake, what if someone found him in his defenseless state and tried to mug him? What if—

Julie’s bathrobe pocket vibrates – her cell phone. Thank god she took it with her. Snatching it up, she answers it without even checking the caller ID. “Hello? Baekhyun?”

“Is this Julia Lee?” an unfamiliar, commanding voice says from the other end.

“Um, yes.”

“Hello Julia, this is Officer Richards. You are Mr. Byun Baekhyun’s emergency contact, correct?”

Julie’s stomach drops. “Yes. Is he alright? Did something happen?” For the first time, she notices the sound of sirens and voices talking in the background of the call.

“It’s unclear right now as to what the situation is. You see, we found him lying on the side of the highway.”  

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Ignoti Nulla Cupido (16/).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 859.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope, I’m giving you a break from the angst.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here we go again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |

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Bucky did not move, not even a blink. His body was immobile, not capable of following his brain instructions as he observed the boy who just spoke to him. Barnes’ eyes were a completely different story, his gaze held so many emotions that it was impossible to signal them but fear and regret were the most prominent ones.

He feared for her, for the child standing in the cell’s threshold that looked at both of them with curiosity. Fear of the unknown, fear of himself not being good enough to pull his family from HYDRA’s claws, fear to say the wrong thing. Regret walked hand by hand with his fear; a regret he has been carrying in his heart since she left.

“Who are you?”

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Being on your period and Draco finding out would include...

•You accidentally snapping at him for something small
•Then apologising profusely
•Draco being so confused
•But then you’d ask if he had any chocolate
•And you steal it all
•Him realising what’s up because of this
•"Darling is it…?“
•"Maybe.”
•Skipping class
•Laying on the couches in his/your common room
•Lots of complaining about cramps
•"It can’t be that bad, can it?“
•"I will not hesitate to kill you if you say that again.”
•Cuddles
•Just, lots of cuddles
•"Darling are you okay?“
•"Well, besides feeling like I’m going to die, I’m pretty good.”
•Doing everything for you
•Plumping up pillows for you to rest your head and feet on
•Bringing you lots of food and eating it together
•Constantly making sure you’re not in too much pain
•"Are you sure you don’t need to go to Madam Pomfrey?“
•"I’m fine, I promise Draco.”
•Him running his hand through your hair
•Because it’s relaxing
•Massaging your back and stomach whenever you want him too
•Lots of kisses
•Him not letting anyone else near you in case they ‘hurt’ you
•"No Crabbe! Stay back!“
•"Goyle, what did I tell you? 5 feet away at all times!”
•Humming songs in your ear to soothe you
•Smiling as he does so
•Holding hands constantly
•Being really loved up and clingy
•Just overall enjoying each other’s company

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Prompt: After a particular hard mission Alex comes home and just wants to lose control. So she basically drops to her knees and is ready to bottom once she comes home. I'm sorry. I am just a sucker for angsty sex...

Her nerve endings have been on fire for over eighteen hours.

She’d washed off almost as much blood as she had dirt in the DEO showers, and every one of her muscles ached.

She’d commanded her team and she’d gotten every single one of them home safe, including that rookie agent who had a kid on the way.

She’d been on her game, completely present, completely in control, completely focused, for over eighteen torturous hours with no let up.

If she’d lost control, even for a moment, people would have died. Good people. People who have other people who love them.

People she couldn’t afford to fail.

And now? Now, all she wants is the woman waiting for her at home, the woman who’d texted her saying Winn told me you had a rough mission, babe. I’m so proud of you for getting everyone home safe. I’d love to see you, but if you need to be alone, it’s completely fine. Let me know what’s best for you.

But Alex doesn’t want to let her know.

Oh, she’ll tell her all about the mission, all about the way they almost lost Chan, the way she almost lost a limb, the way they almost lost Winter.

She’ll tell her, but she’ll tell her tomorrow.

Right now? Right now, she doesn’t want to make any decisions.

Not anymore, not tonight. Tonight, she wants Maggie to make all of the decisions for her.

So she doesn’t text back, instead making the last decision she wants to have control of tonight. She shows up to Maggie’s studio and scrapes her key in the lock.

She looks into Maggie’s eyes – Maggie, fumbling around in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and one of James’s sweatshirts – and she knows, immediately, that Maggie understands, just from looking at her – just from looking at her slightly hunched shoulders, her doe eyes, her small stance – what she wants. What she needs.

Maggie says nothing, just sets down the dish she was drying, wipes her hands, tosses the towel down, and strides past Alex to close and lock the door. She licks her lips, subtly checking Alex’s body for any outward signs of injuries.

Alex sinks to her knees.

Maggie’s breath hitches.

Alex’s eyes are wide and innocent and raw and needy, and when she licks her lips slow and suggestive, she makes it clear what she wants to do with them next.

Maggie tries to remember how to breathe before bending down and kissing Alex’s forehead.

“Be a good girl for me and stay here for a minute. Don’t move a muscle, Ally.”

Her words are commanding, but her voice is liquid and her eyes are gentle, are protection, are comfort, are safety.

Alex nods obediently. “Understood,” she whispers, and a thrill shoots through Maggie’s core as she strokes Alex’s hair gently before striding to her bedside table.

She feels Alex watching her, and her face heats up as her heart races, the sound of the opening drawer grating through the studio as she tugs out a harness, tugs out a strap on, and secures them both over her boxers. She adjusts herself so the base of the dildo is right over her clit, and she shudders with anticipation.

On her way back across the apartment – on her way back to Alex – she grabs a pillow, and when she’s back in range of touching her kneeling girlfriend, she instructs her to lift so she can rest her knees on the pillow.

Alex rises obediently, but her eyes are fixated on Maggie’s strap-on, her hips practically arching with need.

“Something you want, babygirl?” Maggie asks, tousling Alex’s hair with an almost lazy – but extremely deliberate – hand.

Alex nods quietly, and Maggie understands.

“I want you to suck me off, Alex. Can you do that for me?”

A strangled whimper nearly dies in Alex’s throat, and her eyes are wide, and her eyes are eager as she nods again.

“Good girl. Go on now, open your lips for me, baby.”

Alex obeys readily, and Maggie barely contains a growl.

She tosses her head back and pushes her hips toward Alex’s mouth as slowly, as controlled, as she can. Alex moans around the strap-on as she takes Maggie deeper, and the vibrations, the sound, the image of Alex Danvers on her knees for her, trusting her, loving her, wanting her, nearly make Maggie’s knees give out.

“I wanna be in the back of your throat, Ally,” Maggie whispers, her face hot, her heart hammering because what if that’s too much, what if Alex doesn’t –

But Alex does, god, she does, because Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, and Maggie’s fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex takes her as deep as she can, bring her fingers to the base of Maggie’s strap-on and pushing in time with the movements of her mouth, her lips, so Maggie has all the pressure on her clit that she needs.

“Alex,” she moans raggedly, and Alex smiles even as Maggie fills her mouth, because god, she’s never trusted anyone like this, never wanted anyone like this, never wanted anyone to make decisions for her like this, to take care of her like this.

And god, does Maggie want to take care of her.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, I’m gonna make you cum, okay Al?” Maggie tells her, taking her hands out of her hair, off the back of her head, and offering to help her up.

“Understood,” Alex whispers in a small voice that has Maggie wondering what kind of torture she saw today, what kind of hell she survived, but she knows they’ll talk in the morning, in the safety of the sunrise and coffee and warm blankets and nakedness.

Right now? Now, she’s going to make good on her promise to make Alex Danvers writhe and scream and beg for her.

“Bed,” Maggie tells her when she’s on her feet, and Alex walks forward obediently.

“Strip,” is Maggie’s next command, soft but steady, and Alex’s wide eyes leave Maggie’s as she removes her boots, her socks, her jeans, her shirt, her bra, her underwear.

“My beautiful girl,” Maggie murmurs, and Alex has never felt this safe.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Alex squeaks and Alex obeys.

“Understood,” she whispers, and Maggie is wildly in love.

Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s body, from toes to knees to inner thighs, from clit to stomach to breasts to collarbone to throat to face.

“You are so gorgeous, Alex Danvers,” she breathes into her ear, and Alex writhes for contact.

“Touch yourself for me, Ally. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

Alex could cum just from those words alone, just from the intensity in Maggie’s eyes, the way her look makes her feel surrounded, protected, held. Safe. Loved.

Valued.

Taken care of.

She brings trembling fingers to her nipple and she brings trembling fingers to her clit.

She pinches and she pressures and she obeys Maggie when she reminds her to keep her legs open so she can see everything.

“Is that how you want me to touch you, Alex?”

Alex squeaks and nods, and Maggie grins softly.

“With my fingers, with my tongue, or with my strap-on?”

Alex stammers and Alex can’t form words, and Maggie leans down to kiss her forehead, and Maggie understands, so Maggie guesses.

“You want me tongue here,” she suggests, gesturing to Alex’s nipple, and Alex nods desperately.

Maggie smiles and gently lifts Alex’s hand away from her breast, bringing her fingers slowly, deliberately, one-by-one, into her mouth. She licks and she sucks and she makes Alex whimper and thrash desperately, still touching her own clit, as Maggie wets each of Alex’s fingers before returning them to Alex’s nipple.

Alex gasps as her nipple hardens at the contact, and Maggie smiles softly.

“Good girl, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her forehead again.

“And you um… you want me to stay on your clit, or you want me to fuck your pussy like I fucked your mouth?”

Alex gasps out a strangled scream and her hips arch violently. “I…”

“You don’t have to say it, baby, just show me. Show me what you want, beautiful.”

“Understood,” Alex chokes out, barely breathing, and slips her three of her own fingers inside herself, all at once, because god she knows she’s more than wet enough, and Maggie moans raggedly at the image.

“You’re gorgeous, Danvers,“ she promises her, and Alex smiles breathlessly.

“I’m going to fuck you just how you want to be fucked now, okay? You gonna be a good girl and let me make you cum nice and hard for me?”

Alex squeaks and Alex nods, and Alex is wrecked and Alex is so, so desperate.

Maggie makes good on her word, her tongue working magic on Alex’s nipple, her palm, her thigh, working wonders on Alex’s clit, her strap-on stretching Alex out just like she wants, just like she’s begging for, just like she’s been waiting for since Maggie pulled out of her mouth.

Maggie holds her extra close when Alex cums, screaming and thrashing and gasping for breath, and Maggie whispers to her the entire way through.

“There’s my good girl.”

“I got you, baby, just let it all go.”

“God, you’re beautiful, Alex.”

“Alex, Alex, Alex.”

“I love you, Alex. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And god, god, god, does she love Maggie, too.

anonymous asked:

ayoo! can i request bts reacting to seeing their s/o experiencing a severe case of sleep paralysis? thankss (by severe i mean like 2-6 times in a night and occasionally mumbling words of distress and stuff lolol) !¡

A/N: ayee, lol. Sure thing! Hopefully we did an okay job of describing what would happen in a situation like this, since Sar and I didn’t know much about sleep paralysis. We apologize if it wasn’t quite accurate, but we hope you still like it! ♡

- ❤Kat & Sar💖

BTS Reacts To Your Sleep Paralysis

Jungkook: He would come home late one night from practice. He’d walk into the bedroom and just hear you mumbling in your sleep. Thinking that it was just a simple dream he wouldn’t worry about it. But once he laid down next to you, he’d become really worried and scared, not knowing what was wrong. He’d stroke your hair hoping to calm you down. Once you’d relaxed and fallen back asleep, he would lay there, feeling so sad and helpless because he couldn’t do anything to help you. Before he drifted off to sleep, he would kiss your head. “I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t help you. I’d do anything if it meant you not having to go through this. I love you Y/N. It’s all going to be okay. I promise you.” Bringing his thoughts out into the open, he finally falls asleep, dreaming of your beautiful smile and vowing to make you smile everyday for the rest of your lives. 

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Jimin: You would be having an episode in the middle of the night, whimpers of fear escaping from you, no matter how hard you tried to keep quiet. Jimin would stir awake, still groggy before realizing what’s happening. “Shh…shhh….It’s okay Y/N. Please don’t cry I’m here.” His voice would become shaky as the tears he held in started to fall from his eyes. He’d rock you back and forth in his arms until you’d fall back asleep. “I’ve got you baby. Don’t worry. I’ll always be here.“ 

Taehyung: He’d be scared. Taehyung has never been good with words and this is one of the times where he would give anything to be able to talk to you. To make you understand how he cares. When you’d start to mumble and squirm around in your sleep before awaking in fear, he’d pull you close. His hand would hold the back of your head and pull it into the chest that you’ve found so comforting before. His other hand would be placed on your lower back, pulling you as close as possible to him. Taehyung would hope that you’d be able to understand what he’s trying to say. Soon enough you’d fall back asleep, feeling safe encompassed by his arms; the warmth they bring keeping you safe through the entire night.

Originally posted by hyosong

Hoseok: You’re the light of his life, so coming back from practicing his new solo dance to find you crying out in your sleep would shake him to the core. He’d run over to you, pulling you up, trying to get you to calm down and realize that everything’s okay. “Hey, hey it’s okay baby! I’m here I’m here, you have nothing to worry about!” Not knowing what else to do, he’d start doing his usual aegyo faces, along with the noises. Hobi would continue to do this until your tears would stop and he’d see the beautiful smile he loves so much start to spread across your face. “There’s my beautiful girl! Don’t worry! I’ll always be here to make you happy! Because I love you so much!” With that said he’d pull you down with him, placing a quick kiss on your lips before running his hand up and down your back until you’d fall back to sleep.

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Namjoon: All the members always joke about Namjoon knowing everything. But when he’d realize what was happening to you, he would feel completely stupid and helpless. He wouldn’t know what to do to help you through this, so Namjoon would sit up and pull your head to his lap, stroking your hair hoping to sooth you back to sleep. Once he was positive you were asleep, he’d stay up long after researching what he could do to help you and hoping to find something to make you feel better. “I promise Y/N, if this happens again I’ll know what to do to comfort you. Trust me baby, you’ll never feel alone going through this again. I’m here. And I’m never leaving.”

Originally posted by chimchams

Yoongi: Yoongi has told you before that he’s never been good at expressing his emotions or what he truly feels. But seeing the love of his life crying out in fear after waking up in the middle of the night unable to move, he cracks. Yoongi would do anything for you, even pour his heart out to make you feel safe. He’d pull you closer to him, cuddling you. “It’s okay baby. I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll always be here for you, I promise. I’ll always protects you Y/N. You know I love you.” With him whispering this over and over to you, you’re able to fall back asleep, a small smile on your face knowing that Yoongi never breaks his promises.

Originally posted by saltysyub

Seokjin: Being the awkward mom that he is, Jin would be secretly panicking. He’d be spitting out anything that came to mind. “I’m here Y/N. I love you! Shhh it’s okay, I’m here, please don’t cry. I’ve got you. I promise.” When he noticed nothing changing he would become even more anxious until one of his dad jokes came out. When he noticed you stop and sniffle, he’d keep telling you bad jokes and puns until your tears were dry and your whimpers were non existent. Jin would pull you in for a quick kiss before playfully saying, “I knew you loved my jokes,” before laying down with you. After all his “bad” puns, you’d be exhausted and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Originally posted by niehauscosima

Preference: “Can You Hold Me?”

Ashton: Hearing the front door open and close with a loud bang, you look up from the book you’re reading. Ashton sighs heavily as he shrugs off his coat and shoes, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “Today was awful.” He mumbles, walking towards you. He kisses your cheek lightly and sits beside you. His hair is rumpled all about and his eyes are dull. They were full of life and excitement this morning. You put your book down and turn towards him. “Wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly. He stares at the wall across the room, silent. “Babe?” You murmur, putting your hand on his arm. Ashton looks over at you. “Can you… Can you hold me?” He asks, his voice cracking. “C’mere,” You say, pulling him towards you. He lies his head on your lap and you stroke his head lightly. “This would be better if you weren’t such a giant.” You joke, and Ashton cracks a small smile. “You’re doing great. I love you.” You smile softly. “I love you too.” He looks up at you. “Tell me about the book you’re reading.”

Calum: “You’re so drunk, oh my God.” You say, giggling at your best friend as he trips out of the club with Michael. “Sorry to drag you out here this late, but he kept asking for you. Make sure he gets home, yeah?” Michael asks. You nod, taking Calum’s arm. You start to walk down the street with him, almost falling twice because he trips. “You’re pretty.” Calum says, grinning up at you when he falls onto the sidewalk. You laugh, pulling him back up. “Come on, you need sleep.” You pull him into your house and place him on the couch. “Why didn’t ya come to the show?” Calum asks. “I had a date, Cal.” You say, heading to the kitchen. He stands up to follow but you put your hand up. “No, stay.” You laugh, grabbing aspirin and some water. You join him on the couch, handing him the water and aspirin. “Take this, you’ll need it.” Calum does as he’s told. “A date?” He repeats, his brows furrowing. You giggle, nodding. “I’ll take you on a date soon.” He mumbles. “Oh, really?” He nods. “But for now, can you hold me?” He asks innocently, yawning. You open your arms and he curls up into your side. You bite your lip as his soft snores fill the silence. A date with Calum wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

Luke: The airport is silent, the only noise being a hum from planes taking off outside. The white walls stare back at you as you cross your arms over your chest. “Princess, you can’t be mad at me.” He says, trying to take your hand in his. You stand up. “I can’t be mad? You’re leaving for nine months and you weren’t even going to tell me until after you left! I have a right to be mad at you.” You say, tears forming in your eyes. Luke stands up and wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to see you cry.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You meet his eyes, which are watching Ashton. “Don’t be mad at Ash, I made him tell me.” You say, taking Luke’s face in your hands and forcing him to focus on you. “Can you hold me?” You ask, biting your lip. He sits down in an airport chair and pulls you down onto his lap. You bury your face in his neck and breathe in his scent, trying to memorize it until his flight is called.

Michael: “Kitten? Where are you?” Michael asks, his voice ringing out through your apartment. “In hell.” You croak, burying your head in the pillow on the living room couch. Michael chuckles, sitting down next to your waist. You lift your head and groan. “I told you not to come over. I don’t want you getting sick.” You mumble. Michael moves some hair away from your face. “You let Luke bring you soup.” He states. “Because I don’t care if he gets sick! Get out.” You say, trying to push him off of the couch. “Hey, stop. I’m fine. I want to be here.” Michael takes your hands in his to stop you from pushing him. “You’re a stubborn asshole.” You snap, sitting up. He smiles, kissing your cheek “Love you too.” You frown at him, which makes him laugh. “Smile, you’re beautiful.” He murmurs. You roll your eyes and lie back down. “Can you just hold me?” You ask, rubbing your eyes. He lies down beside you and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Get some sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

|| Easy ||

{summary: “it’s so easy. falling in love with you is incredibly easy.”}

you anons are turning my whole inbox into some erotic fanfiction with all of the naughty headcanons you’ve been sending in ;w; i’ll work on posting those headcanons as time goes by, for now, all i want to do is write a fluffy story for peter parker based on my long winded answer/headcanon about how easy it is for peter parker to fall in love with someone. yeah i meant to post this on queue, but this was too fluffy and sweet to NOT share ASAP.

lmao someone boost my confidence and tell me that peter would love me as much as i love him ;w; [♥] because honestly, this boi means the world to me and i’ll always want him to be happy

tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @fangeekkk , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**warnings: none, just pure fluff [♥]

**Don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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You thought that you had misheard Peter, feeling your eyebrows furrow together as you slowly brought your book down to get a closer glimpse of your best friend.

Sitting on the edge of his bed directly in front of you, you watch as Peter nervously fiddled with the ends of his oversized sweater with a prominent blush settled against his cheeks. Closing your book so that you could give him your full attention, you slowly ask him, “Peter, what did you just say to me?”

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Appa *Half Edited?*

Shawn Mendes 
Words ~ 850
Note ~ The ending is real bad. I’m sorry. It’s late. I wrote myself into a dead end half way through. I swear one day I will get around to editing all my unedited work. I hope you like it anyway. :) 

“Andy, say Dada.” Shawn repeated to the one-and-a-half-year-old sitting on his lap. Andy didn’t say anything, instead letting loose a loud laugh as his Dad lifted him into the air. My heart almost stopped when Shawn let go of the little boy for a brief second before quickly catching him again.

“I swear to God, if you break our child.” I half-heartedly joked, still feeling a bit on edge as my protective mother side started taking over. Clearly I trusted Shawn, but I swear he was going to give me a heart attack one day.

“He loves it.” He flashed me a cheeky smile. Picking up his legs, I plopped down onto the sofa only for him to place them back on my lap, nearly knocking over the plate in my hand. He laughed at the glare on my face before turning back to Andy, “Say Dada.”

“He’s not going to say it.” Taking a bite of my sandwich, I laughed at the way Andy stared up at Shawn with a blank expression.

Shawn rolled his eyes, but I saw the hints of laughter showing on his face, “Oh yeah, he nearly said it the other day.”

“We’ve talked about it before, he’s first word is gonna be ‘mama’ and you’re just jealous because he loves me more.” I teased. Chuckling sarcastically, Shawn stuck his tongue out in my direction.

“Well, Mommy’s being mean, isn’t she?” Shawn pouted playfully. Andy giggled, a half set of white teeth shining brightly before disappearing behind his own pout, mirroring his fathers. And I couldn’t help but note all the other similarities between the two; the bright hazel eyes, the dark mop of hair that really needed to be cut but I could never bring myself to get it done, it was almost like looking at a mini clone.

Mini Shawn stared back at his father intensely, his face contorted as if he was in deep concentration. He opened his mouth, and for the first time it wasn’t just a babble of sounds.

“Aaaaabbaaaa” Andy drew out each sound carefully although the word still didn’t sound quite right. And while the fact that his son just spoke his first coherent word blew straight over Shawn’s head, I was stunned as the toddler repeated himself, “Aaaaabbaaaa”

“What?” Shawn turned to me concerned as my sandwich fell back to the plate.

I choked out a surprised laugh, my heart racing as excitement pumped through me, “He just spoke.”

Now Shawn looked even more confused, “You sure?”

I nodded, “It’s Korean. I think he was trying to say Appa.”

His face lit up, “Really? Look at my smart little boy! Already learning his second language!”

Shawn made Andy repeat himself over and over again, each time followed by another squeal of delight. It wasn’t until five minutes later when Shawn asked the big question, “Wait, what does it mean?”

My heart sank a bit. Although I was over the moon, I mean my little boy just said his first word, I didn’t want to give Shawn the satisfaction of being right. So if I could get away with tricking him, even for a little while, God damn it I was going to!

“It means dog.” I replied a bit too matter-of-factly and a bit too quickly to make it seem realistic. Shawn gave me a questionable look, and at first I thought he picked up on what I was trying to do, but he didn’t bother asking, still wrapped up in the little boy in his lap.

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I had just finished placing the last glass in the cupboard when I felt a pair of arms hug around my waist. Smiling, I sunk further into the warmth of the body behind me, my eyes closing as he swayed us gently from side to side.

“So, I googled what Appa means.” My eyes snapped open. Shawn chuckled lowly at the string of curses that left my mouth, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“Okay, and…” Escaping his grip, I quickly went back to the sink on the other side of the room. I began loading the remaining dirty dishes into the dishwasher, hoping that if I made myself look busy he wouldn’t notice how red my face was becoming.

Leaning against the counter, Shawn’s eyes followed my every move, “You lied to me.”

I eventually ran out of dishes. Turning to face him, my gaze instantly zoned in on the way his arms crossed over his chest, biceps looked way too big for his shirt and I started having some very impure thoughts that I shouldn’t be having.

Shawn must have noticed because that smirk just grew and grew. Biting my lip. I smiled at him sweetly, “What you going to do about it?”

One eyebrow raised. Pushing off the counter, he stalked towards me, and for every slow, tortures step he took forward, I took one back until I hit the edge of the wooden table. The table creaked under the strength of Shawn’s grip as he leaned down, his lips barely touching the shell of my ear as he spoke.

“I think you know.”

From This Far Away

|| a zimbits fic || hurt + comfort || ~2k ||

Bitty sobs in the kitchen. Messy sobs that tear out of his throat and involve his whole body in shakes and twitches. He presses his face hard into his arm to try and muffle the noise.

He needs to stop and go back to bed and to Jack, but it’s so hard when he has dreams about distance and lost time and a million complications. Dreams where he breaks apart; little flakes of confetti scattering down the sidewalk.

The kitchen light flicks on and Bitty cracks his head up, surprised. He squints against the sudden light.

Jack is silhouetted in the doorway. Seeing him brings back all Bitty’s horrible nightmares and daydreams, and the thoughts he tries his best to chase away but that are engraved right up under his ribcage and in the muscles of his hands that shake when he touches Jack’s face sometimes.

Bitty looks away from Jack and curls his legs up toward his body, hunching himself into a ball. He cries into his knees and gasps and apologises to Jack over and over for waking him.

Jack doesn’t say anything. He joins Bitty on the kitchen floor, sitting beside him with creaking knees, and wrapping his arms around Bitty to bring his torso around the curve of Bitty’s bent back.

Bitty feels Jack’s love with him in the room, and it doesn’t stop him from crying. Because love, that’s what the problem is, the big root of all his damn problems. It’s why he’s crying and why he hates crying. Because he loves Jack. So, so, so damn much.

Jack strokes his hair, the shell of his ear, his shoulder. He shushes, and rocks, and is there, dependable and warm.

“I can’t do this, Jack,” Bitty gasps out, shaking his head back and forth, back and forth against Jack’s chest.

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