but i dunno the words have been stuck in my head

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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And now I’m gonna make you all feel bad for not trusting Shiro

And explain why new ugly hair Shiro is the Shiro we know and love.

First of all:

If this Shiro is a clone, operation “Kuron” would be fucking dumb.

Like real dumb.

And here’s why.

So like lets say they captured Shiro after the Zarkon fight and made a Shiro “clone” or whatever who’s goal is to infiltrate Voltron or something.

Atleast that’s what it seems like the goal is because this dude says 

when Shiro escapes and they shoot his ship. So like it seems like they let him escape on purpose.

Thing is…

Shiro nearly dies like 50 fucking times before he reaches Voltron (BY FUCKING MIRACLE)!!

I mean just think of ALL the coincidences that had to happen for Shiro to get to Voltron.

I dunno if he’s like the least lucky person in the universe or the most lucky, because of how he’s ALWAYS almost dying in some way and ALWAYS escapes death against all odds.

But that was one heck of an incredible journey there!

But seriously, if Keith wasn’t looking for Shiro non stop and Shiro didn’t connect to black in that very second, the Galra’s “clone” would have died. Their project “Kuron” would fucking FAIL. 

I think if that really was the Galra’s goal to make a clone that would reach Voltron they would have made it a tiiiiny bit easier for him to survive somehow.

Just a tiiny bit. 

They dun have to go THAT FAR to convince him he actually escaped and they didn’t just let him go. Just you kno, give him a bit of a push there when he’s starving in space or something (assuming they somehow keep track of him). 

They dun have to go that far also for the viewers to fool em that Shiro escaped so him being a Clone would be a surprise later. I mean they just changed his hair a bit and no one in the fandom trusts him anymore haha.

So unless that ice planet and the universe is like filled with dead Shiro clones bodies who were eaten by monsters or froze to death or died of hunger or whatever, because of all times the clones didn’t make it, and the Galra were just waiting for that one special one that finally would, then I’m guessing that maybe something else is going on.

Because there’s no way that they’d just let him go like that and trust what? FATE to bring him to Voltron unharmed SOMEHOW???

Like that’s a dumb fucking plan.

So I dunno, unless the Galra know that no matter what happens Shiro and Keith always find eachother again and again like a pair of destined lovers.

I’m gonna say…

Complete bullshit. I dun buy it.

OK, Now how long has it actually been? Like how much time passed from their battle with Zarkon till they meet with Lotor? How much time passes until Haggar even summons Lotor?

What if it’s actually been longer than you thought? 

What if it’s been like… I dunno, a year?

Thing is that when we go back to Team Voltron in season 3, they seems to think Shiro is gone, dead, like they act like they all moved on and Keith is the only one who’s still stuck there.

I doubt you get to that point after a day or two, or a week, or months even… (They love Shiro, I dun think they’d give up on looking for him after such a short time or get over his death this easily..)

It’s at a point where they all like “Ok Keith, that’s enough time to mourn, we all accepted it and you have to move on too”

I know they all look the same, and there’s not alot of indication of how much time exactly it’s been.

But it does seem like they’ve been doing what they were doing (freeing planets, Pidge looking for her brother) for AWHILE.

This would explain Shiro’s long hair. It simply been long enough for it to grow that long since he disappeared.

(btw there’s a genetic thing that makes your hair grow really fast that also makes a flock of your hair white in the front, Shiro could totally have that

Also the fact he can’t walk at first can be explained with him just not doing that for awhile.

Now when Shiro is finally free he SOMEHOW makes it to that Gas planet they were fighting Lotor at the first time.

Voltron is leaving the scene and Shiro appears and chases it here

I actually looked to see if we can see him but we don’t.

(I also didn’t realize it my first watch, and now every time I’ll see the 3rd episode I’ll be like “NoooOOOOOOOOOOOO you fools wait for hiiim!!!!”)

Shiro sees Voltron leaving him behind.

Besides the fact that he knows this is probably the end for him now, it also shows him two things:

They moved on.

And they are doing well without him.

Anyway, 7 days later, Shiro is dying, thinks of his Voltron days and connects to the Black lion in the last minute.

And Keith (who hasn’t stopped searching for him, now with black lion)

finally finds him.

Now besides the headache, I actually dun particularly see anything really strange about Shiro’s behavior when he goes back.

Watching it again I just got the feeling he just has a really hard time accepting what happened with Black.

I dun see a reason to not believe what Keith suggests there, that Zarkon teleported him to captivity using the Black lion.

Shiro seems upset about it because 

What does it tells Shiro? 

That his bond with black was still not strong enough.

Like, he had so much fighting spirit when he escaped before, and suddenly when he finally reaches Voltron he’s depressed in bed and seems like he doesn’t want to see anyone?

What happened???

Like yeah he wanted Keith to lead Voltron, but I think maybe then seeing the team actually function without him and forming Voltron and fighting the Galra, and considering how much Voltron means to him and his struggle with his PTSD and how Voltron literally been the only thing on his mind when he was dying. 

I think it’s a bit hard for him to accept what he sees when he comes back..

He sounds fake here

Because he’s not being honest. 

Deep inside it hurts him to see they did fine without him.

When Keith goes “They need you”, he lies.

He’s the only one that needs him. The team has moved on. Maybe he says it because he can’t say “I” or feels like he’s not enough, maybe he’s trying to encourage Shiro, because he understands how Shiro feels, without Shiro needing to say anything. He always did. From the very beginning.

So maybe it’s like “Hey Shiro, I know how much this means to you and you’re still a valuable part of this team

Shiro obviously doesn’t want to go back on his word and be all “Ok Keith, so give me back my lion now!”

But Keith does it for him, and I think you can see Shiro is very happy about it.

Only the lion won’t accept him anymore.

And before this you also have that scene with Lance doing math that I think connects the two

Shiro feels like Lance, he feels like he has no place on the team anymore.

But he doesn’t deal with it in the open, honest and good way Lance does. (which is the reason Black won’t accept him anymore, he’s not thinking of the team)

That’s why he butts heads with Keith over leadership in this episode, and we can see even in the season 4 trailer that it goes on.

I think his position as a paladin and leader of Voltron gave him control over his life back after what he’s been through. In a way that was how he coped with his captivity and his PTSD.

He’s obviously proud of Keith, but I think he’s also jealous and hurt. 

I dun think he’s ready to accept he’s no longer leader or a part of Voltron.

(Like he’s proud of Keith, but he still puts him down saying “You’ll get there someday”)

And I think Keith understand where it’s coming from and he doesn’t buy it.

He puts himself down and says he can’t do this because he wants Shiro to feel needed and important.

And Shiro is doing what ya’ll Shiro stans have been doing for months haha, crying about him not being the black paladin anymore and how all his work on his bond with black was meaningless now that Keith is in it.

Shiro’s bond with his lion meant the most, he was the one who had to put the most effort into it. And suddenly, it gives him up. I think Shiro feels betrayed even.

And he’s not ready to do what Lance did with his lion yet and give it up for the sake of the team (maybe some Lance and Shiro bonding in the future??)

That’s why it seems like they are heading for a leadership conflict there. That Shiro would try to make Keith feel like he’s not ready for this. Unintentionally. 

And Keith would continue to play along with it, (though being the more fitting person for the position of leader) because maybe that’s what he’s been doing all along from episode one. Trying to gently give Shiro the power and the control he lost when he was captured by the Galra, back. (Without directly confronting Shiro about his PTSD.) (would explain their odd dynamics)

Thing is Shiro is just not as good as Keith with leading Voltron. And I think he’s gonna mess up AGAIN.

It’s like we are back in square one, where Keith is the one that has the right idea in mind and no one listens and they all listen to Shiro who makes BAD decisions.

( Shiro WTF 1 Shiro WTF 2 Shiro WTF 3 Shiro WTF 4,)

This is leading to them finding their balance as leaders and co leaders.

Now Shiro’s leadership is centered around teamwork and protecting his team. 

Keith is the better decision maker (and I have a long rant about Keith coming, because I dun think people understand why Keith is the perfect person for black still.)

I’m just gonna say Keith is definitely the leader they need in they ever want to beat Lotor. 

This all seems like buildup to Shiro finally opening up about his PTSD, and him piloting blue (the team work lion) which I talked about before also. I’m guessing he and Allura will be sharing it, Because someone needs to pilot the castle once in awhile.

This is a very natural arc for Shiro, so I doubt they’ll let a clone go though it.

And back to the clone thing:

The flashbacks Shiro sees when he escapes, seem to me like his regular PTSD flashbacks. There’s something in his memories Shiro is terrified of.

Obviously the clone IS a thing, because we see two Shiro’s. And obviously the Galra has some sort of plan for it.

But the clone is the one we saw in the bed, this is Kuron:

The Shiro that they got back is the real Shiro, or atleast the same Shiro from season 1-2. (who is the Shiro that arrived on Earth, but maybe not the Shiro that went to Kerberos btw)

And the Galra didn’t let him go, they just assumed they shot him down and he died. So they could start doing whatever they had planned to do with his clone.

They just have no idea real Shiro survived and is gonna fuck up their plans.

I’m guessing the headaches are connected to that somehow.

And this part

I’m gonna have to say maybe this isn’t just connected to Keith actually physically saving Shiro all the time. 

But also to Shiro’s ongoing probably life long battle with his PTSD, Keith is always there to kinda always remind him like “Your’e still valuable, your life is valuable, don’t give up.”

Now go embrace your even uglier hair Shiro and tell him you’re sorry for not trusting him.

pda || b.b

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: a view of Bucky and his struggle with PDA.

Warnings: fluffy fluff !!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: thank you to whoever requested this and y’all i uploaded this in front of people yikes yikes


Bucky had never been big on public display’s of affection, preferring to keep himself to himself. Not only that, but he never got a chance to see why people around him seemed to constantly rub their PDA in his face as he jogged in central park or grabbed a coffee from his coffee shop down the street. 

That was, until he met you. 

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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I Am Spider-Man ;; Peter Parker Soulmate AU

request: but I think you could do a really cool soulmate AU with Peter,,,,but like, with a twist??

A/N: i loooooooove soulmate AU’s so tysfm for requesting this i’m crying on the floor. PS ending may or may not be shitty

summary: peter and his best friend find out they’re soulmate

warnings: mild language and slight angst

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“I hate it.”

My tattoo that is. The lady totally did this on purpose, she decided to write a random sentence on my torso’s side instead of the one that had been delivered. She’d probably had enough of my nervous jabbering, but what can she expect? This is 1) my very first tattoo and 2) the words my soulmate will say me. From time to time I’m caught up in disbelief that my soulmate will be saying these words to me. If I ever meet my soulmate, whoever they are, and they say the words inked on my body, I will run in the opposite direction and never look back. My soulmate has to be a major lunatic, and I won’t put up with it.

“Well what does it say?” Ned asks, closing the thick textbook he was reading and focusing his attention on me now.

I scoff and shake my head, placing my hand over the spot it was tattooed on, “Not telling, why would I? That’s how failed marriages occur, ya know?”

Ned laughs, and I smile sheepishly, slowly removing my hand and resting it with my other one on the picnic table. MJ sits next to Ned, reading one of her many one thousand page books, seeming uninterested in the topic of soulmates. I was growing bored as well with the talk of my tattoo, I had gotten so many questions yesterday about it.

Everyone did on their 16th birthday, kind of like the new version of getting your drivers liscence: getting your soulmates words. Of course I got my liscnece first I mean I was dreading going to the tattoo parlor. At least I got to pick out the font it came in. I chose Times New Roman being the essayist I am.

“So, your tattoo?” Peter takes a seat next to me, out of breath from running across campus to meet up with our little group after school. I hear Michelle groan, stating that she wouldn’t be back until a month before getting up to trudge away.

Once she’s out of earshot, I shrug, “Um, yeah.”

Peter turns excitedly, straddling the picnic bench with one leg on either side of the seat, “Come on, how’d it go? I know you won’t tell me what it says, but how was it?”

“Peter,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes and nudging his shoulder softly with my hand, “you know how it goes, you’ve already gotten yours.”

He nods, but pulls me back into the conversation, “Who tatted you? Was his name Jonathan, I got a Jonathan last year.”

I shake my head, grabbing my apple core and walking over to the nearest trash can, Peter follows, “No, her name was Felicity or something. I dunno.”

“Hm, okay.”

“But seriously, Peter,” I toss the apple core away and turn to him, a stern look on my face, “it is the worse ever. Whoever my soulmate is, I am doomed.”

“What do you mean?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh, following me as I walk back to Ned.

“They’re gonna say the stupidest thing to me, and like, ugh!” I sit down resting my head in my hands, mumbling through my fingertips, “Are there any redo’s?”

“I’m afraid not.” Ned chuckles, his shoulders falling up in down as he laughs.

I pucker my lips to the side and sigh through my nose. Peter placed his hand on my shoulder and I lean into his touch, so soft and warm. Lately we had both been getting closer, in terms of friendship and proximity both. Talking more about normal teenage things like crushes and video games and having less jabber about how to solve number five for homework. Peters hand is removed from my shoulder quickly though as a soft “uh oh” leaves his lips.

“What?” I frown, looking up at him.

“Hope this isn’t your soulmate because the guy headed in our direction always makes sure to say something stupid.” Ned mumbles under his breath, opening his textbook to a random page and pretending to read it.

A finger pokes my shoulder harshly like a child touching a dog for the first time with their jabby little fingers. Slowly, I turn to be greeted by the worst human in mankind I have met so far. Peach fuzz, polo shirt, cocked up eyebrow and all, I come face to face with Flash Tompson.

“Hey, Y/N.” Flash smirks, his voice sounding as if he had spent weeks on trying to make it sound as suave as possible.

“Go away, Flash.” I grumble, my eyes half lidded hoping to make me look as unamused as possible so he can get the message without me having to pronunciate it.

“How was your birthday?” he asks, obviously ignoring the message, “No big party?”

“I didn’t want a big party.” I bluntly state, shrugging my shoulders, “Don’t like them, I don’t really like people with big egos either.”

“Oh, I hate that.” Flash sits next to me, causing me scoot closer to Peter which lead me to be stuck in between a rival sandwich.

Peter scoffs, nodding his head and placing his hand in between my shoulder blades and resting it there comfortably. Flash frowns at the two of us, but continues the conversation none-the-less.

“What about your tattoo? Does it say,” Flash pauses to clear is throat, “Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”

“Wow Flash,” I fake a gasp, placing a hand on my chest, “I don’t know how to break this to you, but, your not my soulmate and I don’t have blue eyes.”

Peter laughs and Flash squints his eyes, focussing on my own, “Are you sure? Because-“

“Flash,” Peter reaches behind me and sets his hand on Flash’s shoulder, “she has hazel eyes.”

“Leave me alone, Parker.” Flash mutters through gritted teeth, “Well does it say… You know, sweetie, my lips don’t just kiss themselves.”

“Flash stop,” I hold a hand up and shake my head, “you’re getting all of these wrong because I’ve already met my soulmate.”

“What? Who?” Peter and Flash say in unison, a frown set on each one of their features, I peek at Ned who sat across the table from me, trying to cover his grin.

“Yeah,” I nod, looking at Flash, “your dad. I’m so lucky, you know. Mr. Tompson? My soulmate. I’m the luckiest gal alive!”

Flash abruptly stands up and frowns at me, “Not funny, Y/N.”

I watch him storm off, snickering at his reaction, “See you later tonight! Your dad invited me to have dinner!”

Ned, Peter, and I all burst out laughing. We all knew how to push Flash’s buttons, but I was the only one brave enough to push them so often and then have Flash come crawling back. After all, he’s had a crush on me since freshman year, constantly talking to me about stuff I didn’t want to hear and asking me pointless question I didn’t have time to answer. After so long, I just to decided to put up with it and have some fun. I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on yet, we all are.

“Ok, I’ll see you guys later, and maybe see you Saturday at 9:30.” I point to Peter, picking up my books and backpack.

“What? Why?” Peter frowns, a small smile of curiosity finds its way onto his face as I give Ned a quick hug.

Walking over to hug Peter, I grin, “I have a date and let’s hope it goes decently.”

“We shall see.” Peter smiles up at me, his eyes bright and dreamy.

I could’ve swore I could have melted right then and there but, miraculously, I walked steadily over to my bike and pedaled home, only swerving a couple times when my mind drifted off to Peter again.

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I didn’t want to show up outside of Peter’s apartment at 9:30, I really didn’t. But, not everything goes my way and I know that, I’ve been told plenty of times from my mother. This had to have been the worst date I have ever been on though, and I knew that before I have to leave so I could get home before curfew, my eye makeup I had worked so hard on to impress my date would be smeared and runny.

Peter opens the door and I immediately pull him into a hug, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist as I pressed my forehead into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around my small frame, his hand rubbing up and down my spine in a way to soothe me.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle into his t-shirt covered chest, “it was awful.”

“May!” Peter calls, walking us towards his room with me still between his arms, “Y/N and I will be in my room!”

A muffled “Peter Benjamin, I know you’re responsible but you’re also going through hormonal changes so please make good decisions!” responds and I can feel Peter get hotter as I chuckle lightly at May’s choice of words.

We make it to his room and he closes the door behind him before leading us to the bottom bunk of his bed. I kick of my sneakers and drop my purse next to them before laying down on the wrinkled bedsheets. Peter follows, wrapping his arms securely around me again, and pulling me into his chest. With my ear against his chest, I listen to his steady breaths as he inhales and exhales.

“So,” Peter sighs, smoothing our my hair, “wanna tell me what happened?”

“We went to the movies.” I mumble, playing with the fabric on his sleeve.

“Oh, we’re already off to a bad start.” Peter says, I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“And he tried to talk during the movie and, you know me, that’s my biggest pet peeve.”

“Horrible, just awful.” Peter pushes the hair off my shoulder and placed his hand on it, rubbing back and forth with his thumb.

“He doesn’t put butter on his popcorn!” I groan, snuggling closer to him.

“What?!” Peter gasps, craning his neck to look down at me.

I laugh a little, looking up at my best friend with the warm eyes. Nodding I reply, “Yeah! And guess who ends up paying for it?”

“No.” Peter frowns, puckering his lips in disgust.

“Yep,” I roll my eyes, twist the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips, “me. I pay for his popcorn that doesn’t even taste good.”

“Let me know his adress and trust me, I’ll swing down there and web him up.” Peter says casually, eyes widening at the words that just left his lips.

I lift my head up before getting into an upward position, “What?” I chuckle, a confused frown set on my face, “Web him up? Peter what are you-“

“I am Spider-Man.” Peters blurts, his face red with embarrassment.

Now it’s my turn for my eyes to grow wide. I scoot away from him, in total shock. My hand places itself over my tattoo, clutching the material of my shirt. My mouth hangs open and I stay frozen. Was this actually happening?

“Please say something, Y/N.” Peters eyebrows tilt upward, placing his hands on his knees, “Do something, do anything.”

My breaths are uneven and my palms are sweaty. Quickly, I raise from his bed trying to find my balance. He sits on the edge as I wobble on my feet, legs feeling like jelly. His face is full of worry, biting his lip out of nervousness. I fiddle with hem off my shirt before pulling it over my head.

“Y/N! What the fuck?” Peter slaps his hands over his eyes to the block the view of my chest only being covered by my bra.

“Peter!” I laugh, lifting the side of my bra up to expose the ink underneath it, “Peter Parker, open your eyes now!”

I grab the wrist of one of his hands and yank it away from his eyes. Slowly, he opens one, peeking at my body. My finger points at the tattoo. His other hand drops to his lap as his lips part, staring at the ink mesmerized. Lifting his hand, he traces the skin with his cold fingertips.

“Oh my God.” he laughs, a grin forming on his lips that reach forward and press a kiss to the skin saying I am Spider-Man. He stands up and lifts his own shirt, showing me his torso, “You probably don’t remember but, you said this to me a couple days after my 16th.”

I smile, looking at the words across the side of his rib cage. Scoffing, I shake my head and place my fingertips over my smile, “I didn’t actually say that, did I?”

“Yeah, you did. I’m pretty sure you were slap happy.” He smirks, patting the sentence reading What if he had spaghetti noodles instead of hair? He places his hands on my waist and pulls me near, “So, since we’re soulmates, I can do this, right?”

Slowly he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms behind his neck, lifting my foot in the air. Hesitantly, and regretfully so, we pull away and stare at each other in awe.

A smile finds it’s way onto my lips before saying, “So, you’re Spider-Man and my soulmate?”

On Your Left - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 4754

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving), Choking, Captain America quotes hidden throughout 

Notes: This is what happens when I ask the girls what they want me to write next. They say “Write Thomas! Make it kinky!” 

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Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by jeonilys

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Slow

Originally posted by kimbbuyo

My first Mino scenario. I honestly really enjoyed writing this and i had a lot of fun doing it. I really hope you guys like it, feedback is much appreciated as always so please don’t hesitate. 

A/N: disgustingly fluffy bc i live for fluffy cliches okay fight me. this is my first mino scenario so if you like it let me know if i should write more for him

Pairing: Song Mino x reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Word count: 12,791 (idek man mino did things to me)

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Metempsychosis, 1.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Immortal!AU, Reincarnation!AU + Slight Soulmate!AU / Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Being everlasting certainly has its perks, but loving someone who does not have that privilege and reborn continually is not one of them.

Count: 2838 words.

Note: Thank you, @dimplecoups, for being in my inner circle and reading it over. This will be a three part series, and is told in Jimin’s POV.

Metempsychosis

And yet by death did life procure.

Various of theories are justificatory weaved in regards to our existence—that we either originated from a spiritual entity or created by a grand phenomenon. In the circumstance of a unique individual, he was produced by both; stars run in his veins for he is the embodiment of the galaxies, ethereal in every way. An enigma, some would say, yet was he truly a complex being? For the span of four hundred years, he had witnessed all that history could offer, but there was an uncomplicated reason for his melancholy: where was his moon? Where was his sun and stars, the one who was his celestial beloved? Surely, he was not meant to roam alone.

Or was he?

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anonymous asked:

Imagine if Logan was an andoird made by Doctor Joan and Patton was an android made by Doctor Thomas and then they put them in a room alone together as an experiment

I got this forever ago. I finally got inspiration for it. I apologize to whoever this anon was for how long it took me to get to this and the fickleness of my artistic mind.

No warnings I can think of. As usual, let me know if I should add some.

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bad boy jungkook

Originally posted by mvssmedia

  • wow i can’t believe i haven’t done this au before
  • actually i can because i never do anything right
  • while reading this please listen to bad boy by cascada thank you
  • okay so jungkook isn’t your usual bad boy stereotype
  • mostly because he’s still pretty young
  • like most people think bad boys and they think motorcycle gangs
  • jungkook hasn’t gotten his license yet
  • BUT he does have a keychain with skull (persona 5 skull uhhh) keychain and he thinks it makes him look cool
  • nah jungkook hangs with kids his age or a little older than him and they’re known around town as being a group of wild ruffians
  • like picture this
  • jungkook had snake bites?? and an eyebrow piercing
  • his gauges are always in and he numerous other piercings in his ears including a helix
  • although young, he still has a few tattoos, to include a set of coordinates on his upper arm area (right below his elbow on the inside of his arm)
  • and then a butterfly behind his left ear
  • he keeps his hair black and parts it down the middle slightly (so imagine war of hormone hair my dudes)
  • he’s always wearing his black ripped skinnies and if he’s not it’s because he’s wearing boxers to bed
  • i looked up bad boys online and it’s a bunch of generic white men who aren’t even attractive so like that’s not helping
  • jungkook wears a lot of band shirts and they’re always a little too small so they can show off his muscles
  • sometimes he wears one of those basic leather jackets but not really because the one he wears is yoongi’s and it’s way too small for him
  • he does have a bomber jacket, a black one, that he wears quite often though
  • his go to shoes are doc martens, the shiny black ones, or the matte maroon ones and he never changes that ever
  • rumor has it that he also carries one of those baseball bats around too and people say it’s to break in windows and other juvenile delinquent activities
  • you’ve never met him yet though, despite being somewhat close in age
  • tbh you wonder if he’s actually real because people do a whole lot of talking about him but is there proof??
  • you think not
  • he’s probably like the town cryptid
  • which means that people wanna be him, find him, or-
  • anyway
  • you’re at work one day when you first see him
  • you don’t actually know it’s him though
  • it’s super late at night, as in like ten minutes to closing so you’re not really expecting any customers
  • this kid comes in though, ripped as hell and you can’t help but stare
  • because this kid has to be like twenty why is he in toys r us??
  • is he an uncle? a cousin? a dad? a child at heart?!
  • you don’t know, and you find the whole situation fascinating, especially consider the piercings in his face and the chains hanging off his belt loop
  • but alas, you’re only a cashier so you can’t exactly pay attention to him when he wanders off into the numerous aisles
  • you almost wanna go up and tell him that toys r us is bankrupt and that he could probably get a better deal elsewhere like idk amazon
  • but you can’t leave so you wait
  • it only has to be ten minutes and he comes back towards the front, holding this giant toon link doll in his arms
  • the thing has to be over a foot tall
  • this boy is just hugging it to his chest and he’s smiling to himself and he’s so cute?? he looks like an overgrown bunny??
  • you pray to god he comes to your register and guess what
  • he does
  • who saw that coming
  • as he approaches the register, he looks almost a little nervous ?
  • he doesn’t make eye contact with you, and when you give your mandatory “hi, did you find everything you needed today?” he just give a curt nod
  • you shrug it off though because he’s just a stranger that you’ll probably never ever interact with again
  • but then he blurts out “you’re not gonna tell anyone right?”
  • “i’m gonna do what now”
  • “it’ll ruin my image”
  • “what image.”
  • his brows furrow
  • “am i supposed to know you”
  • jungkook doesn’t know whether to be amused or somewhat offended
  • “you’re kidding me right?” he rests his elbow on the counter right near the credit card swiper
  • you roll your eyes “uh no? i don’t know who you are.”
  • jungkook leans in closer now, a smirk tugging at his lips
  • he’s probably like five inches from your face now
  • “are you positive?”
  • you two are just staring at each other and it’s so intense like he won’t look away but it’s almost like a challenge so you can’t be the first to look away either and it’s been like five seconds now
  • but then your manager comes over the loud speaker intercom thing?? “attention we will be closing in five minutes, again, please note we will be closing in five minutes”
  • you and jungkook both glance up at the ceiling, and then when you look down again, you find he’s no longer staring at you
  • you’re kind of disappointed and that freaks you out
  • you put his plushie into a bag, and hand it over to him “have a nice night.”
  • “wait-” he frowns. “you don’t know who i am yet.”
  • “i don’t think i will.” you giggle
  • jungkook blushes faintly at the sound of your laugh
  • “i’ll come back in a week to buy happiness…” he grabs the bag, beginning to walk out the door. “tell me if you know then, okay?”
  • and with that, he’s out the door
  • you blink, unsure of what to think at all
  • the next day, you describe the situation to one of the other cashiers
  • “wait wait wait-” he shakes his head. “did he have like… piercings under his lips and some tattoos?? probably had like… a simple plan shirt on?”
  • “actually it was linkin park but that sounds right.”
  • the other cashier just stares and you think maybe he’s dying or something because he’s not moving or speaking??
  • “that’s jungkook.” he says slowly. his voice gets a louder, more excited. “oh my god you actually met jeon jungkook, oh my god-”
  • “wait you mean cryptid boy?!”
  • “uh i think?? he’s just i dunno… the hottest guy on the face of this planet, how are you so lucky?!”
  • you shrug but you’re blushing hard because he’s right…
  • jungkook is seriously the most handsome person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and you hate to admit it but you can’t stop thinking about him…
  • you wonder if he’s really gonna come back just to see you
  • but you see him again before that
  • it’s late at night again
  • not super late, probably eight thirty
  • you’re walking home from work
  • your boss let you go home early because toys r us and their bankrupt asses don’t wanna pay their workers for a full shift
  • you’re walking home okay and you have a nice hot chocolate in your hands and it’s cold and dark outside
  • you’re almost home, just in the neighborhoods in your development
  • and you hear someone? someone familiar?
  • you stop, then stare because standing there, in front of someone’s townhouse, halfway up a tree, is jungkook
  • he’s wearing a black beanie this time and it’s so nice on him
  • you might just die
  • but he also might die because he looks like he could possibly fall out of the tree
  • “hey jungkook, you should get down.” you call out. “you might fall and hurt yourself,”
  • jungkook turns around, obviously confused
  • he sees you and he waves, but then loses his balance and nearly falls down the trunk
  • you race over
  • “what are you doing?! is this even your house?! you’re going to hurt yourself!!” you scold him
  • “i’m uh… doing stuff in this tree?”
  • “like what?”
  • “saving yoongi’s cat because yoongi is scared to climb the tree because one time jin fell out of one and broke his arm and now yoongi is scared but his cat is stuck and-”
  • “aren’t you supposed to be a bad boy?” you shove your hands into your pockets. “do bad boys save cats and buy plushies?”
  • “okay first of all, rude, second of all, i am a bad boy and i do bad boy things, third of all… when’d you find out?”
  • “one of the guys at work gushed about you the next morning.”
  • “well i am pretty good-looking…”
  • you laugh and roll your eyes
  • jungkook sticks his tongue out at you
  • but then you’re both cut off by an annoyed meow, and jungkook turns just a little bit to show you a super super chubby scottish fold in his arms
  • slowly, he climbs down
  • “got ‘em.”
  • you coo, and run over to rub the top of the cat’s head
  • it purrs immediately and jungkook pouts because in his rescue attempt, the little demon scratched his face
  • and you notice that soon
  • “oh my god jungkook, you’re bleeding!!”
  • “it’s nothing.”
  • “it could get seriously infected!”
  • “bad boys don’t get infections”
  • you roll your eyes and pull a tissue from your drawstring work bag, then dab the wound gingerly
  • when you’re done with that, you grab a bandaid from the bag and press it to the cut
  • “you better get this checked out tomorrow,” you warn. “or it might get seriously infected.”
  • “if you kiss it better, i wouldn’t have to worry about that.”
  • “oh my god.”
  • but jungkook laughs, but then he asks your name, because you know him but he doesn’t know you, and that isn’t fair
  • and after you two bring the cat back to yoongi (who just looks between the two of you with a confused furrow of the brows)
  • jungkook offers to walk home with you
  • “should i let such a notorious bad boy know where i live?” you tease
  • “um… yes so i can come and throw rocks at your window and take you out to see the city at night sooner or later.” he answers quite bluntly and now you’re blushing heavily
  • “well okay then…”
  • it’s like nine at this point and it’s cold, and you shiver a bit and jungkook isn’t having it
  • he’s wearing the bomber that day, and without saying a word, he slips it off and drapes it over your shoulders
  • you blink, then stop in your tracks, looking up at him
  • he shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding eye-contact
  • he walks you home, and you two talk, a lot, about anything and everything that crosses your minds
  • and when you make it up to your front step, you’re reluctant to head inside
  • jungkook seems unwilling to go too, because he just stands there, with you on the porch
  • “hey… i’m off tomorrow, just drop by then.” you say slowly. “anytime.”
  • jungkook smiles brightly “cool, i will”
  • he turns on his heel, and you pull your keys from your bag, the both of you going your separate ways
  • you head inside, lock the door behind you, then head upstairs to your room
  • you sigh, sitting on your bed, thinking of how the night played out, and kind of wishing it hadn’t ended so soon
  • but then
  • there’s this faint knocking
  • at first you wonder if you’re hearing things, but then it starts happening more often, and there’s definitely something going on
  • you rush over to your window and lift the shades
  • to see jungkook there, throwing rocks at your window
  • you stare down at him, and then yank open the window “what are you doing!?”
  • “taking you out for the city night life tour duh.”
  • you put your hand over your mouth to hide your growing smile
  • you hurriedly race back downstairs, then lock the door as soon as you’re outside
  • jungkook smirks “someone was eager”
  • but he takes your hand (and you think it fits just perfect in his), and he starts talking about all the places he’s gonna have to show you, like the skate park with all of his really cute graffiti, and then seokjin’s restaurant which is open late, and then down to the park so he can show you where he accidentally broke some historic tree branch off from trying to swing on it–
  • and at every stop, he makes sure to take pictures of the two of you, for the memories
  • and then he asks for your number, so he can send them all to you…
  • and maybe just maybe he takes you this bridge overlooking a small pond in the park and the moon is reflecting on the water, and he loves it because it’s the perfect venue to kiss your pretty lips-
  • the end :’)
dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  


From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

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Sleepless Nights

Summary: After having a nightmare, Bucky gets closer to you. 

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: None.

Originally posted by oursisthefvry


Cold sweat running down his face, Bucky flung the sheets off his body and staggered out of bed. Clutching his chest with his flesh hand, he let his nails dig into his bare skin, anchoring him to the present time. He blinked repeatedly, eyes quickly getting used to the darkness around him, the moon just barely peeking through the blinds.

Heart beating rapidly, he took a deep breath as he padded across the room and made a beeline to the kitchen. It was easy enough to pry open the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water. Bucky almost broke it as he tore the lid off and brought it up to his lips, gulping it all down within seconds.

He leaned against the kitchen counter using the heels of his hands, body curving slightly as he stretched, got his body used to being awake after being stuck in deep sleep, in a nightmare.

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Unexpected Stranger

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Are you sure this is the kind of route you wanna take? I mean after all, you have your pick at any girl in Villenueve.” Lefou asked as he watched Gaston wallow in ale at the tavern after another of his infamous failed attempts to woo Belle into marrying him.

Gaston lolled his head to the other side of the armchair to give him a half-hearted scowl as he sighed heavily. “They’re not the same, Lefou. Belle is the only one who intrigues me, everyone else pales in comparison to her.” He lamented.

“There must be someone else worthy enough for you.” Lefou exclaimed as he made a grand gesture of looking across the crowded floor to examine the ladies standing around and laughing with one another.

“How about her?”

“No.”

“Hmm, her?”

Gaston shook his head. “Forget it, Lefou. Belle is the only one for me.” 

Lefou looked on at his friend in discontent, not knowing how to make him feel better, not even an incredibly catchy song that ends in a dance.

Deciding to let him have his moment, Lefou sat back and didn’t say anything else on the matter.

The bar was filled with it’s usual ambience, small creaks of bar stools being bushed about and an endless murmur of conversations that all swirled together and created an overall hum to the place. One could only describe it as peaceful, until the front doors were unlatched and the distant howl of the wind outside came whirling in and distributed that peace.

Naturally, all heads turned to discover who was causing the disruption, they all must have recognized the person because in an instant everyone back to their own affairs.

“Who is it Lefou?” Gaston asked, his hand now lazily covering his eyes.

Lefou stood up on the ledge of the fireplace and looked over the heads of people, his eyes found the girl and his eyes went wide before he sat down again. “No one.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Lefou. Now tell me before I grow impatient.”

Lefou looked around before leaning his head closer to Gaston’s ear. “The old musicians daughter, you know, the one who used to play the violin for the Opera in Paris?”

“I never knew he had any children.” Gaston said, his intrigue piqued, leaning his head up to find the girl.

Lefou’s face contorted into one of worry. “Y-You really needn’t bother, she’s sort of…”

“I’m fairly certain the word you are looking for is blind,“Came a voice from the other end of the fireplace. "My eyesight maybe gone but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear every word you’re saying, Lefou.”

Gaston’s eyes followed the voice and he came face to face with the girl, his head immediately came foward. You were a pretty thing, he wouldn’t have been able to even tell you had no eyesight had it not been for the unfocused gaze of your eyes and the fact that your hand had a tight grip on a leather leash of the dog next to you.

Gaston cleared his throat. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being introduced to you.”

Gaston watched your head tilt slightly to the side as an unreadable expression flickered on your face. “Oh, that’s new, I’ve never heard your voice before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

A gentle smiled graced your face, and Gaston found himself eagerly awaiting your next response.

“I never forget a voice, a small perk that sort of makes up for the lack in sight.”

A smile of his own worked it’s way onto his face and he nodded. “I believe you. My name’s Gaston.”

“Well I’ve certainly heard of you,” You mused as your hand readjusted itself around the leash. “Regardless, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. My name’s (Y/n).”

“Lovely name, it suits you.” Gaston said as he took in more of your appearance. Your clothes were simple but in very fine condition, the colors of the fabric were more muted and toned down in comparison to those around you. But to him it made you stand out all the more.“

A tall man in a blue overcoat walked up to you and gently tapped your shoulder before placing a small brown bag into your hand before disappearing with a farewell.

"You must excuse me, I am only running an errand for my father. But it was very nice to meet you, Gaston.”

Gaston stood from his armchair and slowly took your hand in his own and placing a short kiss to the back of it. “It was very nice to meet you as well, Miss (Y/n).”

He saw the smile rise on your race before you nodded and tugged on the leath, letting the dog lead you out of the tavern with ease.

Gaston watched you until the doors close behind you, blocking your view from him, before he returned to his chair.

Lefou watched him get lost in his own thoughts again, but it was different. Gaston’s expression was soft and there was a certain glimmer to his eyeew that Lefou couldn’t place.

“Perhaps it’s time we head home?” Lefou said as he stood from his own spot, only to notice Gaston still stuck in his dreamlike state.

“Gaston?”

“Hmm?”

“Shall we head home?”

Gaston’s eyes focused again and he looked up at Lefou before shaking his head and moving to his feet. “Let’s, but on the way tell me more about this (Y/n) girl.”

Lefou helped him with his coat and hat before eyeing him curiously. “Any particular reason why?”

Gaston smiled off into the distance as they walked outside. “Because I would like to know.”

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Request from @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#13 - “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

#88 - “After everything…I’d still choose you.” - A/N - I left this one out as I didn’t know how to put it in. Hope that’s okay!

Originally posted by psicomana

“I can’t believe this shit.” you curse, pulling at the restraints on your wrist. Swearing loudly, you kick over a stool near your feet, the wooden chair smacking against the floor. You listen, waiting to see if your detainers come to see what the noise is about, but everything remains silent.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking heart out as soon as we get out of here.” Jax snarls from behind you, his back pressed up against the opposite side of the pillar. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his forehead is scrunched up in anger, the way it always does.

“If we get out of here.” you correct him, resting your head against the immovable post. “I dunno about you, but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Now ain’t the time to talk smart.” he snaps, referring to your sarcastic tone. You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance yet keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Minutes later, Jax sighs loudly, the silence broken by his now softened voice. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you reply quietly, not knowing how much longer you’re going to be able to last, your back stiff and stomach rumbling from being kept hostage for well over a day now. “You think they know where we are?”

“I dunno, but we better hope they do.” You close your eyes, his response truthful yet lacking the hope you’re aching to hear. “Unless the club can somehow come up with half a mil in two days, we’re fucked.”

“Wow, great pep talk. I can see why they chose you for president.” you say, rolling your eyes. Jax brushes his hands up against your own, his restraints stopping him from holding your hand in his own.

“I’m gonna get you out of this, (Y/N).” he replies, determination in his tone. Tears prick at your eyes, heart heavy with panic, body heavy with fatigue. “I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

“Bang up job you’re doing.” you sniff, your nose tingling as your vision turns misty, defeated tears falling down your cheeks. “I forgot, only you’re allowed to hurt me, yeah?”

You know it’s a low blow, the past between you and Jax still raw even though it’s been a good six months since you found out he was sleeping with Colette behind your back.

“You really wanna do this now?” he questions, his voice surprisingly calm, as if he knows you’re on the edge.

“What better time, Jax?” Your voice cracks as you say his name, frustration thick in your veins as you try to hold yourself together. “Might not get the chance after he slits our throats.”

“Jesus Christ!” He tugs at his restraints mercilessly, the pain in your voice like nails on a chalkboard, his skin crawling with red hot fury. You flinch as he shouts, more tears escaping from your eyes.

He remains silent for what feels like forever, the tension level high as you try to face the fact that you might not make it out of here alive.

Your head pounds as you cry silently, unable to bear the thought of never seeing your family again, or never seeing the club again.

“I argued with Tig before we got picked up.“ you start, your throat thick with emotion, the lump refusing to budge no matter how many times you swallow. “What if he blames himself?”

“Fucking stop it, (Y/N).” he warns, defiance in his words. “We’re not gonna die here.”

“How can you be so sure?” you argue, your bubble of hope completely deflated, your mind screaming at you to be realistic. “We live in the life, Jax. This sort of shit happens all the time.”

“Not to us, alright? This isn’t how it’s gonna end for you, (Y/N).“ Shaking your head, you wish his words could cut through the negativity in your brain. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

“Okay.” you agree falsely, tired of the same empty promises.

You feel yourself being shaken awake, the throbbing in your skull the first thing you feel once you begin to stir. Blurry vision focuses on Jax, a worried expression on his face as he studies you. “Shit, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“What happened?” you ask groggily, your throat dry due to the lack of fluids. Taking in your surroundings, your eyes widen in horror as you spot the bleeding body near the door. “Oh my god.”

“Hey.” he calls, his cold hands cradling your face as he tries to direct your attention back to him. “It had to be done. Once I cut loose, it was either me or him.”

You know it’s true, though it doesn’t make it any less horrifying. Nodding, you try to blink away the black spots dotting your vision, cold sweats creeping up your body as you try to remain calm.

“Jax, I don’t feel right.” you complain, nausea sweeping over you in waves. Jax presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his icy touch bringing you temporarily relief. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

You can barely hear him talk, his words muffled as a loud piercing sounds in your ears, beads of perspiration dripping from your neck down to your back. No matter how much you try to fight it, you feel yourself slump to the side, reality slipping from you as you lose consciousness.

The unmistakeable fumes of disinfectant fill your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, a white ceiling greeting you as you do so. A hiss escapes from your lips as you shift, the hefty needle hanging out of your arm being the cause. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

You turn your head to the side, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Gemma. “Gem.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweetheart.” she mumurs, standing to place a loving kiss upon your forehead. The simple gesture brings tears to your eyes, relief flooding though you at the realisation that you’re back where you belong.

“Where’s Jax? Is he okay?” you ask, a million and one questions sitting on the end of your tongue. Gemma smiles knowingly, before nodding, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“He’s been worried sick.” she says, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll send him in.”

A minute or so later, Jax slips into the room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes look tired, though they spark once they land on you, his skin looking a little less pale. “How you feeling?”

“Alright, considering.” you respond quietly, pushing yourself to sit up as Jax sits on the side of your bed. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours. You scared the shit out of me.” he admits, running his fingers over his beard. You reach up bravely, taking his hand within your own, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.” He’s taken aback by your actions, not expecting you to greet him with such warmth. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.” he says, his eyes flickering to your lips before he clears his throat, pulling away. Leaning down, he places his lips upon your forehead, lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll leave you to rest.“

You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from exiting. “Will you come back later?”

“You want me to?” You nod shyly, unsure where you stand with him. He raises his brow in surprise, before a small smirk appears on his face. “Then I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.” you reply lamely, a hopeful flutter in your chest that maybe you can work past the hurt, and maybe there is a silver lining to this situation after all.

A/N - Ahhhhh I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending of this but hopefully you guys like it! Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for reading❤ let me know what you think!!

Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!



“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”


MASTERLIST.

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Mistake

Requested

Prompts: 7- “How long have you been standing there?”
11- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
51- “Am I scaring you?”

Summary: Bellamy bets with Murphy that he would get into reader’s panties. But as the time passes he falls in love with her and stops caring about the bet, because he gets into relationship with her. But, unfortunately, she finds about the bet and they break up. However once he finds in the woods wounded after the fight with grounders, she finally gives him a chance to apologise and explain.

Word Count: 3584


A/N: So this request was hard to write for me since I can’t really imagine Bellamy doing something like that. So, please, don’t get mad at me for writing this.


Originally posted by morleybell


3rd POV
“What are you looking at?” Murphy approached Bellamy whose eyes were set on something, or better said on someone.

“At a piece of art,” Bellamy smirked licking his lips as he observed Y/N’s body. She was way more beautiful than any other girl around him and he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t approached you yet.

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