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Good Morning | A Tom Holland Imagine

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,297
TV: PG-14

The sun slowly rises over the edge of the painted windowsill. His mother thought that the color was far too white when they purchased the house, so now a creamy off-white covers the old wood. It smells a little like rain inside his old room as a breeze flows through the crack in the window. The blankets shift around you, but you’re still sound asleep. It would be easy to let yourself stay away in your dreams, but as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder and rubbed a soft thumb up and down over your skin, you knew that he back of your eyelids were nothing compared to the dream laying right in front of you.

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Mistakes and forgiveness - older!Damian Wayne x Reader

Remember when I said : “I won’t write about the batfam for a while” ? Yeah, I guess I totally lied. No self control really. Anyway, I adore that prompt. So I tried to write something about it…Not sure it’s what you wanted anon. Hope you’ll still like it though :

Warning : slightly NSFW and language. 

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-Hey Damian I…Oh.

As you entered in his bedroom at Wayne Manor, the one he was suppose to leave the coming week to come and live with you, one of your worst nightmare stopped you cold in your tracks.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door and…

There was an almost naked girl in his lap. 

Her tongue was in his mouth. One of her hand tangled in his hair, just like you did, the other one splayed across his broad bare chest. His own hands were on her ass, leaving marks of his fingers for later. 

You knew she noticed you, but she kept on going, the hand that was on his chest going to the waistband of his boxer…He opened his eyes and locked them on you, while still kissing her…Hell, while still devouring her mouth ! He opened his eyes, locking his gaze on you and…in his beautiful green orbs, you could see nothing but disdain, a bit of disgust, and…cruelty ? And it was directed to you. He pulled away from her for a second, and his words stabbed you in the heart : 

-Can’t you see I’m busy ? 

The girl’s smirk drove the knife further into your bleeding heart…

You tried to hide your pained expression, out of pride, but it was impossible…You’ve seen enough.

You left, slapping the door shut behind you. 

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, and you ignored Damian’s father asking you what was wrong as you ran out of the Manor. 

You quickly got in your car, and your feet didn’t leave the accelerator pedal until you were back in front of your apartment. Without even bothering to take your clothes off, you fell heavily on your bed, empty. Your tears had ran out. 

Nothing. You felt nothing. Utterly empty. You fell asleep, the scene you witnessed in your ex-boyfriend’s room replaying over and over again in your head, and after, in your dreams. No. Not dreams. Nightmares. 

You woke up, sweating, and decided you just couldn’t stay in your apartment. You had to get out. You just had to. 

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Never Mess with the Cul-De-Sac Kids (Dream Daddy One-Shot)

               AN: I made a post about this idea and decided to write it. Also I just used my Dadsona’s name.

Pairing: None except a little DamienXDadsona
Words: 2705

               It was a normal, boring day in Trig for Lucien. He was staring out the window at the trees while his teacher droned on about cosines. Riveting. When suddenly a conversation behind him caught his attention.
               “Did you hear what Emma R. did to Amanda Ross?” Someone asked another person, Lucien shifted to listen, hearing all about how Amanda’s friend group completely betrayed her.

               “So that’s why she’s been hanging around…” Nothing was said but he knew they pointed to him. Ever since his dad started seeing Michael, Amanda’s dad, she had been trying to spend more time with him. He assumed it was because of the possibility of them becoming step siblings but know it made a lot more sense. She had been spending more time with all of the kids in the cul-de-sac, actually. He didn’t really see her with anyone that didn’t live there. Lucien felt the blood in his veins boiling. Amanda had become like an older sister to everyone but especially him. His dad loved her, in part due to her helping him channel his teen angst into better things than Cask of Amontillado-ing his classmates. The bell rang and Lucien headed straight for Ernest’s locker.

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Contains : highschool!jungkook, mention of drug and alcohol, swearing, a bunch of illegal things, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : +9,3K

Summary : Every each of his body screamed for revenge, since the very beginning. He hated how he had to change himself because of them, he hated how people viewed him because of them, he hated the person he became.
Maybe they forgot, maybe they thought it was just a little prank at the time, but it never left his mind.
And tonight, on the last day of highschool, he’s getting his revenge.
He had planed everything, every single move. He was confident, he knew he would finally get what he was craving for, but things take a strange turn when he finds out that he is not the only one seeking for revenge, and soon enough, his solo vegeance road trip welcomes a girl that looks oddly familiar.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

A/N  : Omg that’s the longest thing i ever wrote for tumblr so far, I really really really hope that you guys like it,aND I’M SO SORRY FOR THE END DON’T HATE ME.

You can leave your feedback or questions etc, here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language.

Jungkook took a deep breath, tugging a little bit more at his hood. Tonight was his night, it all starts after this door. Tightly gripping his bag, the boy carefully listened, standing in the middle of his room. Everything was silent between the four walls, and it seemed like his house was as silent, the only sounds being the rare cars passing by.

He looked at the clock hanging on his wall, the dim light of the moon helping him distinguish the numbers. It was near eleven post meridiem, he knew that his mother was already long asleep after a day of work, but he couldn’t be too cautious, right ?
Crossing this door was the first step to his revenge, but if his mother caught him, he was screwed.

What was he going to tell her ? That he was getting a glass of water, fully dressed with a huge bag ? Knowing his mother, she would probably freak out and think that he was running out of the house.

Jungkook tried to shake these thoughts away, his hand grabbing the door handle. One last time, he repeated to himself all the steps he had planned, exiting his room. Closing the door as quietly as possible, he quickly locked it before looking around.

The hallway was dark, no light coming from his mother’s bedroom. Walking as quietly as possible on the carpet, he grabbed the car keys, dodging every furniture in his living room.

It wasn’t a hard task, he could walk blindfolded in his house.

Getting out of his house, Jungkook almost congratulated himself, but somehow, he was still tensed, maybe even more.
A voice in his head asked over and over again if this was a good idea, and sometimes, he almost gave in, abandonning the idea. But the other voice, stronger, told him to get his revenge. He was greedy, craving for his revenge after all these years. He built and gained their trust just so he could crush them down, he wasn’t, he couldn’t give up. Not now.

He knew it, he would regret it, either way, but his spleen took over him.

Jungkook looked up, the sky was dark, but thankfully they were no clouds, no signs of rain. He hummed the air, the odor of grass, trying to collect himself.
The cold air caressed his skin, calming his nerves, helping the boy slowly regaining his confidence.

He did it everyday, he thought, the facade he built tricking people in thinking that he was bold and confident, but here, but now, it was only him, he couldn’t project the illusion on himself, he couldn’t lie to himself. Truth is, he was terrified, his hand gripping his bag so it wouldn’t shake.

Somewhere, he thought that getting his revenge would help him, even though it wouldn’t take back or erase what they did to him, he though that maybe, just maybe, it would lift a bit of weight of his shoulders.

Jungkook shook his head, walking towards his car, steps after steps on the little flat rocks.
Well, his mother’s car. It wasn’t as nice as his friend’s car, but he couldn’t complain. He knew that she worked hard, and a new, expensive car was a lot to ask.
Playing with his keys, he immediatly stopped when he saw a silhouette leaning against his car.

He froze, was it one of his “friends” ? Was he so bad at hidding things ? He took a step back, grass crushing under his foot, eyes narrowing to distinguish the face of the person.
His heartbeat grew faster, a ball forming in his throat, he was fucked.

At least, he thought, blinking multiple times, it was a girl.

A wave of releaf crashed over his body, all of his stress washing away. His head cooked to the side, who was that ?
He had to admit, he didn’t have a lot of girl friends, even if the rumors told otherwise. To be real, he couldn’t think of a lot of girls that he actually liked as a friend, all of them seemed to have hidden intentions.

Now walking towards his car, his eyebrows furrowed when the face of the person became clearer under the light of the column. He didn’t recognise it, who was she ?
Leaning against the door of his car, rolling a lollipop in her mouth, what was she doing in front of his vehicle in the middle of the night ? And she didn’t seem surprised at all to see him, actually, she looked amused, it was as if she knew.

“Can I help you ?”, asked Jungkook, clearly not amused. He had a plan to follow, everything was timed in his mind, he didn’t have the luxury to stop and talk to a random stranger.

The girl removed the sweet from her mouth, the candy leaving a red tint to her lips. She smiled, head tilting to the side, “I think I’ll be the one to help you.”

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I’ll Hurt The Suit

Kingsman: The Secret Service One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Eggsy Unwin + Harry Hart, Merlin

Warnings: swearing, implications of violence

Request: “Can you do an Eggsy one where his girlfriend is Harry’s daughter and she works as a tailor? Please xxxxxx” - Anon

Word Count: 861

A/N: First Kingsman one shot, I wasn’t really sure on where to go with this but I hope you like it !

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Late Nights (Harry Styles)

Originally posted by harrysgolden

You smiled softly to yourself as you watched your daughter close her eyes in her crib. It was hard not to watch her as she slept. She was quiet and looked at peace, like all of the things that had happen previously throughout the day didn’t even matter. They slipped away as she slipped into her dream state. And, to you, for some strange reason found that so intriguing. Your baby girl had been a quiet one ever since she was born and it was something both your husband and yourself had learned to truly appreciate it. A non-hassling baby was something of a necessity when it came to your careers.

You reached up to light mounted onto the wall and switched it off with the clasp of your fingers but not before turning on the small moon night light that rested on nightstand. It illuminated the room just enough to the point where she could sleep in content. Harry had gotten it from one of his trips to Italy, mentioning that when he saw it he instantly thought of Everly.

Nodding to yourself and brushing a finger over her cheek you exited the room with silent footsteps and closed the door to a rather large crack.

The overly large abode had now fallen silent. All of the workers were gone and your two German Shepherds were sleeping downstairs in their beds.

You didn’t like it.

Sure having a peaceful and quiet house to come home to after a long day at work was fantastic but their were other reasons behind your distaste. Firstly, the house was so large.

With the positions you and your husband had in your separate industries it made sense to have such a large estate with hallways that went on forever and too many rooms to count, but that didn’t mean you wanted it. 

There were times though, when you would step back and look around; It was too much space and the only time it felt full was during the day when everyone was here and awake, bustling about on the French oak wood flooring or the Aurora marble of the kitchen. It made the place feel slightly more alive than its normal ‘soft talking and classical music background’ vibes (Harry was set on only playing it since it was “Important for Everly’s growth and development).

But the second part was that Harry wasn’t here.

He was on a business trip in Greece, meeting with some new possible partners that could only help to expand and endorse his company. He had another two or three days until he would be back in your’s and your daughter’s presence.

It still felt strange though, not physically having him here with you. Maybe it was the postpartum depression you were experiencing since it had only been a few weeks to a month after having little Everly Ryn. Or maybe it was just the fact that you were over protective of your husband and it made you feel 10 times lonelier than you let on. Whatever it was it nearly distracted you from the sound of an incoming Skype call on your laptop downstairs. 

Collecting your thoughts you darted down the stairs as silently but as haste as possible. The dogs (Hendrix and Iver) raised their heads at your quick movement, watching as your pink silk gown swiped the rooms. In seconds your eyes focused in on your Mac resting on the kitchen island, screen still open and a loud pinging emitting from it’s speakers.

You carried yourself past the living room and onto the cold floor before standing right in front of the laptop.

Harry’s name popped up the screen waiting patiently for you to finally press the button. A small smile filled your face at the sight of his name. Running a hand through your hair you cleared your throat and pressed the button.

There’s that beautiful face.” Warmth spread over your cheeks.

“Well hello to you too.” You laughed shaking your head at the brunette on the screen. Your eyes raised and you stared at him for a moment, getting a good look at his exterior. His face read as “Drained” seeming a little bit more pale than usual, his green eyes with a grey haze over them and the bags under his eyes were more defined than usual. You furrowed your eyebrows together and went to speak.

“You look tired.” Surprisingly those words didn’t come from your mouth but from Harry’s. His head was turned slightly to the left like he was trying to examine you from a different angel.


“Yeah. Was Evs a hassle?” He asked taking a sip from a coffee cup. You smiled for a second at his nickname for her before quickly shaking your head.

“I mean it took a while for her to finally close her eyes but she’s alright.” You answered truthfully. You didn’t want to give him any reason to worry about anything back here because everything was fine.

“Good..that’s good. Y'know I miss–”

“I was going to say the same thing to you.” Your interjection made him stop mid-sentence his facial expression raising into curiosity once more.

“Say what baby?” He smiled lop-sided, rubbing the sleep out of the corner his eye.

“You look tired Harry. What time is it over there?” Your eyes drifted over to the clock to see it read only 9:25 which was pretty early but he was in Greece.

“Doesn’t matter–”

“Harold.” He flinched at your voice before sighing. You watched through the screen as he stretched from wherever he was sat at to grasp what you assumed what was his phone. He clicked it on and that’s when you heard another sigh.


“Harry–” You began to drawn on until he stopped you.

“I’m fine Y/N, really. I’ve stayed up much later than this before–”

“Wait you haven’t even gone to sleep yet?” You questioned with wide eyes and furrowed brows. His eyes shut and lips tightened as he probably realized he shouldn’t have mentioned that last part to you. “Babe please get some sleep.” You pleaded. He shook his head and the sound of papers being messily put together sounded between the two of you.

“ ‘ave to finish signing these papers and emailing the other Company. They need certain documents by 12 to help get things up and running so I wanted to get them done now so I didn’t have to worry later–”

“Harry.” His tired moss colored eyes met your pixelated stare, almost looking like a deer caught in headlights. You sucked in a deep breath and took a moment before giving him a soft beam. “I love you.”

It looked like he just melted at your words, his tight shoulders lowering, the worry line in between in his eyebrows disappearing, and his eyes falling and sparking.

“I love you too Y/N.” He grinned. You stayed like that for a while, smiling at each other like you did when you were teenagers. Admiring everything you could physically see at the moment. Harry was still as handsome as you remembered him to be with his pink cheeks and dimples, those eyes you fell head over heals for. Yeah..he was still the Harry you knew and loved.
“Now, tell me how your fashion line is going.” His words interrupted your longing stare but you didn’t mind. You knew he asked because not only did he actually want to know, but because he needed to stay awake.

And yeah those models should be coming in from Spain and Germany next week I believe if Lanny did the scheduling right.” You laughed as you scrolled through the notes on your phone. “This’ll actually be the first time we’ll have any models from Barcelona so I’m pretty excited.”

“ ‘Sounds like it’ll be lots of fun poppet.” Harry chuckled as he signed another document. The both of you had spent this time working, but the chatting seemed to be the best part because it made it feel like neither of you were actually as far away.

“Yeah maybe for my next shoot you could model.” You joked as you texted another employee about details for the sketches on an upcoming fall line.

“With this body? Give me a couple months to get back into shape first, yeah?” You both laughed once more but you shook your head looking up at him.

“Harry you’re only 26,” You giggled, “I think you’ll be fine.”

“ ‘Dunno babe, sitting at a desk 24/7 doesn’t have many health benefits.” He smirked reading another paper.

Just before you were going to turn back to your phone you noticed the brightness starting to illuminate the backboard of Harry’s bed. Glancing at your clock you realized that it was 10:30, which means not only had you talked for two hours, but it was 6 o'clock by Harry.


“Yes darling?”

“The sun is coming up.” His head shot up, making dead eye contact with you. You pointed behind him with a snicker and watched as he did double take to the window.

“Holy crap.” Both of you broke up in laughter at his shock and slowly he turned back to grin at you.

“Are you going to go to sleep now?” You ask teasingly. He sighs and shakes his head in a heap of chuckles.

“I’ll get a couple hours for your sake.” You cheered silently, extremely happy he finally listened to you. He began to collect the papers surrounding him and piling them into a manila folder. He mumbled a couple things to himself when he glanced over certain papers, separating them from others into a black folder. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you cleaned up your plate of leftovers, placing the dishes in the sink and the containers in the fridge.

You returned to the screen somehow at the same time, both looking equally as tired as the other you assumed. It had been a long day for the both of you.

“Alright, you promise you’re going to sleep?” You inquired with one raised eyebrow. He gave out another soft chuckle but nodded.

“Yes Y/N.” He spoke mocking. You rolled your eyes but flashed his another tired grin.
“Okay…I love you.” You words were quiet but they were too meaningful for him not to hear.

“I love you more baby.” His voice sounded overly sincere. A pang hit your chest..hard. “Tell Evs I love her and that I miss her. Oh give her a kiss for me too.” He beamed.

“I will.” You simpered. He glanced at you once more with a sad “I love you so much I don’t want to hang up” look but you knew it was too late to carry on this conversation.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N.” You nodded to yourself eyes resting on your lap. You hated goodbyes so much, they were awful and gut-wrenching, made your insides twist to the point in which you felt dizzy. It was worse though..having to say goodbye to Harry.

“Hey.” You glanced at him the same smile resonating between his cheeks, “I love you.” A long pause.

“I love you too.”

“Goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight Harry.” With that you hung up and closed your laptop. Your heart felt heavy but you took in a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine, of course, you just needed to relax.

Climbing up the long staircase you took more breaths to yourself. Yes the house felt emptier than usual but you had to remind yourself that Everly was still here to comfort and love. And it would only be a day or so until Harry would be back. Besides it wasn’t like he hadn’t spent longer business trips away from you. During your first year together he once left for a whole month to stay in Japan and that was a test against your relationship.

Luckily this time he had only been gone for two weeks.

You pushed the double doors to your master bedroom open and let out a yawn before stretching your arms above your head. Stripping from the robe and hitting the lights you cross the room to your bed. Pulling the blankets back you crawled beneath the silk sheets and onto the pillows.

Just as you were about to fall asleep a buzzing noise broke you out of the trance. Groaning and reaching to your side you grasp your phone off the bedside table. It was a message.

From Harry.

Stop worrying so hard and go to sleep. I love you ❤️” An overwhelmingly large smile filled your face and you hastily responded to the message.

I love you too. Goodnight 💜

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Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

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


Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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Reaction to the boys catching you masturbate

Anonymous asked:’can u make a reaction of the boys caughting you masturbate pls? thnx lol’

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. It’s hard doing these reaction without having your own computer !

Jin: “Babe, why do you have the door closed?” He asked our shared bedroom door open,”Are you al- Y/N! Oh my god!” He exclaims and you yell at him telling him that he should knock before just walking in,“But this is our room!”

Originally posted by je0n

Yoongi: Once Yoongi entered your shared flat, he heard a few small moans of his name coming from you guys’ bedroom making a smirk pull on his lips. He made his way up to your bedroom letting a light chuckle escape him as he shook his head which startled you. He found it amusing how needy you were without him there.

Originally posted by missbaptan

Namjoon: Namjoon sighs and rubs the nape of his neck, making his way up to your shared bedroom. Once entered, his eyes laid on your body flat on the bed touching yourself and the sight brought him to run his tongue along his bottom lip and take some steps closer.

“Couldn’t wait for me, could you?” He smirked.

Originally posted by jenorise

Hoseok: “If you wanted some relief, princess, all you needed to do was ask” He grinned and made his way towards the bed.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin: “You’ve been away for too long..” Jimin whined, jogging up the steps to your bedroom,”and why do you have the door closed?” He asked and his pouty expression flushed when his eyes met your unclothed body. “Sorry! Sorry!” He exclaimed before closing the door hurriedly, a quiet giggle escaping him once he was far enough from the door.

Originally posted by mochiminii

Taehyung; “Y/N!” Taehyung, your roommate, calls as he makes his way to your room,”Do you know wh- oh! oh my..” was all he could mutter before quickly exiting and closing the door behind him with a faint smirk on his face.

Originally posted by pjxmin

You’re startled as Jungkook enters into your bedroom and quickly find your blanket to cover yourself. “No no. Continue, I’ll watch.” He smirked and takes a seat. You furrow your eyebrows and watch him sit at the foot of your bed.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You When You Try To Take Care of Him


“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.

“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.

I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.

“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.

I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.

“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.

“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.

I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.

Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.

“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”

I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.

“Oh Y/n’s h-“

“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.

They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.

I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.

“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.

“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”

Louis shakes his head at him. 

“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.

I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.

“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”

My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me. 

I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.

“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.

He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.

The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.

I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.

“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.

I shrug, taking a sip of my water.

“I guess” I mumble.

“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.

“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.

“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.

“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.

Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.

As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.

“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically 

“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”

They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am. 

I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him. 

I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.

I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.

“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.

Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.

“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.

The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.

I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.

Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.

“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.

He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.

“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked. 

My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.

“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.

Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.


I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?

“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.

“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.

“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”

I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad. 

“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“

“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.

He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.

“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”

In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.

“Sure” I sigh.

Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.

“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.

In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.

“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.

The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself. 

“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.

I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.

I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.

He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.

“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.

“You’re breaking up with me?” she said, mouth half-open, brows fiercely knitted together in confusion, as she stared up at the man before her. 

She had been in the middle of dissecting a brain, her gloves covered in brain matter when he’d begun on his ‘speech’. The speech she’d listened to in silence and ever-growing bewilderment, scalpel in one hand, while she was donning a pair of goggles, partially not managing to see Sherlock through them.

She thought he was talking about a case when he’d stormed inside, the way he didn’t let her interrupt except with a tiny ‘hello to you too’ – until she’d caught wind of the words ‘feelings’ and ‘dwindling’. 

But all of it seemed rehearsed, stilted - the sort of thing one read from a novel.

She half-expected him to bring up notes, or read from a page.

Molly knew she should have stopped him earlier, but she wanted to hear whatever he was trying to be falsely sincere about. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew when he was telling the truth these days, too easily.

And then he’d finally stopped, letting out a breath like it was a heavy confession from his side, while she just nodded briefly, still perplexed.

“But - we’re not - together?” she’d said after a minute of silence.

He blinked, while she stared at him, biting her lip.

He just continued blinking furiously, like he properly didn’t know what to do, as his speech clearly hadn’t prepared him for this.

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Confessions (part 1)

Summary: Bucky and the reader - who are madly in love with each other - are locked in the tower for who knows how long so Bucky starts a confession cam.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I have a problem :( someone pls stop me I keep writing new fics when I haven’t even finished others. Anyways I hope you like this first part, I’m gonna go to sleep, it’s 6:09 in the morning and I haven’t went to sleep so peace.

Waking up you stretch your limbs and let out a yawn before kicking the blankets off your body. You check the time; 10:56 AM. Sighing, you gather some clothes and pad over to the bathroom to take a shower.

When you were done, you make your way into the kitchen. Upon entering, you notice that no one was in there. Usually at this time, Sam would be watching tv or Wanda would be curled up on the couch reading a book. Come to think of it, it’s really quiet. Too quiet.

Shrugging it off as everyone still sleeping due to your time out at a bar the night before, you start making yourself a bowl of cereal. Almost immediately after opening the fridge, you see that it’s stocked up which is weird because the day before, there was zero to nothing. You cautiously take out the milk and when you shut the refrigerator, you see Bucky standing at the kitchen entrance.

The brunette yawns and rub his eyes, it’s clear that he just woke up. You take in his appearance which was only sweatpants that hung low on him. He looked like a wreck and you didn’t expect nothing less because he got completely trashed the night before. But, even if he looked like a wreck, you didn’t care because to you, he always looked amazing.

You have been in love with James Barnes for three years now and he doesn’t know. You don’t think he ever will. It’s kind of like a keep to yourself type of thing except the whole team knows except Bucky.

The handsome soldier shuffles over to the island and sits down on the stool, watching you make your bowl of cereal.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky reciprocated your feelings but unlike you, he’s loved you since day one. He hasn’t felt this way towards a girl in over 70 years but god it feels so right. He loves hanging out with you, you brighten his day.

After grabbing the box of cereal (that was left on the counter after you made a bowl of cereal last night) you turn around to your bowl.

“Morning Buck.” you say softly, still kind of tired.

“Mornin’.” his voice was groggy. The brunette looks around the room, eyebrows knitted in confusion before turning back to you. “Where’s everyone?”

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe they’re all still sleeping. We stayed at that bar pretty late.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah we did.”

“You hungry?” you look up at him before grabbing a spoon.


“Want me to make you something? Eggs? Oatmeal? French toast?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, I just want cereal.”

You slide your bowl over to him. “Here.”

He looks at it then at you. “Are you sure?”

“Bucky it’s cereal, I can make myself another bowl.”

Bucky mutters out an ‘okay’ before digging in. Minutes pass and the two of you have finished your cereal while none of your team members have woken up.

You check your phone and seeing it’s 11:23 AM, you hop off the stool.

“I’m gonna go wake everyone up.”

“I’m gonna wake Tony up. You know how mad he gets when he sleeps in. Somethin’ about keeping his sleep schedule on track?” Bucky says, hopping off his stool and rummaging around in the cabinets before pulling out two pots. He looks over at you and smiles as he waves the two pots around. “Let’s do this.”

You snort and shake your head. The two of you walk upstairs and you decide to wake up Sam first whose room was the third door down. Bucky on the other hand walked past you until he reached the last door; Tony’s room. Bucky gives you a thumbs up before opening Tony’s door and you do the same with Sam’s.
It’s dark. You take a step in.


No answer.

“Sam c’mon, wake up.”

Again, no answer.

“Sam come water the flowers with me, please?”

When you receive no answer for the third time, you switch on the light. You look over at his bed, seeing nothing – no one. His bed is neatly made and everything seems in order – no clothes on the floor like there usually is.

You turn off the light and close the door, just as Bucky exits Tony’s room. He looks over at you, confusion written all over his face. “He’s not in there.”

“Neither is Sam.”

You meet him half way, right in front of Natasha’s room.

“His bed is made. It looks like he cleaned up in there.” you say.

Bucky jabs his thumb out towards Tony’s room. “Same with Tony.”

You reach over and open Natasha’s door and just like Sam and Tony’s room, everything seemed in order. Bed made, drawers closed, makeup neatly put away. Actually, makeup nowhere to be found.

“This is weird.” Bucky mutters. He struts down the hallway, checking Clint and Vision’s room before telling you they were all the same. The two of you go downstairs and check Steve, Pietro and Wanda’s room, finding them the same as the upstairs.

This was weird. No one was home.

“What’s going on?” you and Bucky regroup at the entrance of the kitchen.

“I dunno.” he sighs. You both stand there in silence. Bucky looks over at the door and walks over to it, trying to open it but it won’t budge. “What the hell?”

“What is it?” you take a step towards him.

“The door won’t open.” he responds, still trying to pull it open.

“This is getting weird. I’m calling Tony.” you say, slipping your hand in to your pocket to fish out your phone.

Bucky nods. “I’ll try the other doors.”

You dial Tony’s number and he picks up on the third ring. “Well hello sunshine.”

“What the hell’s going on, Tony?” you say, getting straight to the point.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, where the hell are you guys? Everyone’s gone, the door is like bolted shut, the fridge and pantry are stocked up with food that’ll lasts weeks which I’m not actually complaining about because I love food-” you hear Tony snicker. “What’s going on.”


5 hours ago

Tony quietly wakes everyone up - except Bucky and Y/N – and rounds them up in the living room.

“What time is it?” Pietro questioned.

“Six in the morning.” his sister answered.

“I should not be up this early.” the silver-haired man whimpered as he clutched a couch pillow to his chest.

“What’s going on?” Steve yawned out. “Is there a mission?”

“Where’s Bucky and Y/N?” Natasha asked, looking around for the pair.

“They’re still sleeping.” Tony answered.

“That’s not fair!” Clint exclaimed and Tony shushed him. “Why do they get to sleep and we have to go on a mission?” he lowered his voice.

“There is no mission.”

“Then why’d you wake us up?” Sam inquired.

“If you’d let me talk instead of interrupting and asking questions, I’ll tell you!” Tony whisper-yelled. “So I got this idea – well, it was a dream. Basically, what happened is that I had the genius idea to lock Bucky and Y/N in the tower together and over the days they admitted their feelings to each other and got together so that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

“Mr. Stark, if I may,” Vision starts. “Why are we meddling in James and Y/N’s love life? Shouldn’t they work things out on their own time?”

“Yeah but it’s taking forever.” Tony says. “She’s been in love with him for three years, he’s been in love with her since the first day they met. It’s been almost five years and they haven’t even tried to make a move on each other. I love them to death but I’m tired of the side glances and I’m tired of all the cute shit they do.”

Natasha sighed. “So we’re going along with a dream you had?”


“This is stupid. I’m not doing it.” Clint says.

“I’m taking all of us to Miami while all this goes down.”

“I’m doing it.”

Tony smiles and looks at everyone. “Alright, if there aren’t anymore questions or concerns, please start packing quietly while I go out and stock up the place with food for them.”

And with that, Tony walks away.


“Are you serious, Anthony?!” you shout.

“Used my full name, ouch.” Tony says. “Listen, I’m only doing it because I love you.”

Now obviously when Tony was recalling what went down several hours before, he didn’t mention that Bucky felt the same way towards you.

“Eat shit and die, Antoinette.”

“Hey!” the billionaire exclaimed. “You said you’d stop calling me that.”

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.” you respond before sighing. “So you’re really serious? We can’t leave or anything? We’re stuck in here?”

“Yup. I designed the tower to go on full lockdown mode just in case the purge starts after Loki completely destroyed it.” he tells you.

“The purge isn’t real.” you roll your eyes.

“You don’t know that. There’s a lot of crazy people out there, Y/N.” Tony responds.

You roll your eyes again. “Whatever.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay. There’s food, there’s water, there’s electricity and cable – Wi-Fi. And I even left the code for the roof door on the fridge because I know you like to go water your plants up there but keep in mind, ya can’t go anywhere up there so don’t even try to leave sweetie.” you could practically see the smile on his face.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” he responds. “Now I’ve gotta go. We’re in Miami and-”

“You’re in Miami?!”

“-and… bye.”

“Tony-” he hangs up the phone and you groan.

Bucky comes back and sighs. “Everything’s locked. What’d Tony say?”

“Exactly that. We’re locked in.” you say.


“You know how Tony is. It’s some stupid game he’s playing. They’re in Miami and we’re stuck here.” you weren’t about to tell him that the reason you two were locked in the tower together was because Tony and the rest of the team wanted you to confess your feelings.

“Oh. Alright.” Bucky didn’t have a problem with being stuck in the tower with you. He liked being around you. “So… what do we do now?”

You shrug. “Wanna binge watch Jersey Shore?”

Bucky smiles. “Definitely.”

A/N: okay so I’m currently binge watching Jersey Shore from start to finish so ye. Anywaysss tell me what ya think!


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Soaked to the Bone

Pairing: Guzma/Reader
Plot: After completing your island challenge you go to visit Kukui, but end up getting caught up in a rainstorm. You and your team take shelter in a quaint little house on route 2, when one of the residents arrives home unexpectedly and finds you half dressed, soaking wet, and standing in his room.
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, possible dubcon
Notes: Hey I haven’t posted in like half a year what’s up I’m still alive and let me tell you, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would write porn for a fuckin Pokémon game but here we are. I hope you guys don’t mind but I’m REAL DEEP in Sun and Moon and I found a new trash husband. I’ll write for Marvel again but right now I’m in a huge Pokémood and there’s only like a few fics for this guy and I haven’t seen any on Tumblr?? I gotta get this smut train rollin one way or another

“Oh my gosh, really, you don’t have to do this-“ you stutter, waving your hands back and forth as you stare at the woman in front of you. “Oh nonsense dear! We’re moving, and I don’t want you to be out in the rain like this, champion of Alola or not!” The woman said, grabbing another box and handing it to a Machamp. “But I-“ You tried to protest, but the woman completely ignored you, her husband waiting impatiently by the door.

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psycho 06 / taehyung

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story / mentions of death are in this chapter & blood

summary: just read 


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When it Rains || Chapter One

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Word count: 1479 words

A/N: This is my actual first fanfic I am posting on tumblr! Please enjoy it and message me your thoughts! There’s more parts in the works! Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by bwipsul

The sound of your alarm clock fills your ears as you pull the blanket over your face and keep your eyes tightly shut.

“Babe turn that shit off.” Jungkook loudly groans from beside you as he turns away from you and tries to go back to sleep. Sighing heavily, you rip the blanket away from your body and slam your hand down onto your phone, turning off the sound.

It was 6:00 AM. You had thirty minutes to get ready and get to work. “Dammit!” You harshly whisper to yourself and quickly pad to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, you frown, noticing the dark circles under your eyes.

You were up all night helping Jungkook with his homework. Well you were trying to at least since you didn’t really remember anything you learned from your junior year in college. Lucky for him, he didn’t have to be at school till nine. He didn’t have a job, says he only wants to focus on school for now. You had already graduated the previous year so you were currently the only one making income to pay for all the bills.

The two of you had met your senior year of college at a party actually. He was only a sophomore at the time. You had gotten drunk and slept with Jungkook, the biggest fuck boy on campus. You thought it would have ended there but you ended up falling in love with him. Sometimes you think he only stays with you for the place to live… And the sex. But sometimes you actually think he loves you too.

“Bye Jungkookie! I’ll see you this afternoon.” You say with a warm smile, putting your hand on the doorknob. That smile quickly fades when you don’t hear a reply back from him. It hurt you a bit every morning when he didn’t say bye. But you knew he was tired too. Opening the door, you exit the apartment and quietly close the door, careful not to wake him up.

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Coffee ; Malfoy (Alternate Universe)

draco malfoy because he’s amazing in protecting and saving a lady :’)

The first time Draco saw her - she was reading a book in the train, her eyes following the flow. She was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of pretty rosy sneakers, and he found her stunningly beautiful.

It all started when a gang of boys came rushing in, all of them seemed to be laughing at a joke. Draco sensed everyone’s discomfort around him, but the girl didn’t bother to look - she kept on reading, being wonderfully engulfed in whatever she was reading.

“Hello, pretty lady-” one of the boys said, sitting beside her. “How ya’ doing?”

She looked up for the briefest moment and continued her reading, as if oblivious to the question. The boy cleared his throat and put an arm around her, and she looked up with a glare.

“Excuse me?”

The boy hummed; “The name’s Bradley. What’s yours?”

She rolled her eyes, and before she could continue her reading, the boy snatched her book and examined the backside. 

“What’s so good about this book?”

“I need you to give it back,” she said through gritted teeth, her arms folded. “And the name is (Y/N) - if you snatching my book is a payback for me not answering your question.” 

“(Y/N), huh?” He smiled, and Draco could only watched them from the left corner of the train. “Nice name - it suits you.”

“Yeah? Great. Time to give my book back.”

“Oh, no, no-” he looked around and earned a laugh from his obnoxious friends, “You’ll have to earn it back.”

“Earn it back my ass,” she spat, and the boy smiled. “That’s my book - My money, mind you.”

“How should she earn it back, friends?” He called out to his friends, and received back multiple inappropriate replies. 

She stood up angrily to wait in front of the door, ignoring the snarky remarks and calls from the boy and his friends. She didn’t understand one bit - why wouldn’t people defend her?

“Are you people okay with this?” She started, and Draco’s eyes followed hers. “Are you fine with teenage-dirtbags like these boys cat-calling your daughter? Your friend? Yourself? If this is what you people are okay with, I am sick with everyone!”

The train arrived at a stop and she went out as quick as her sneakers could bring her, not stopping at anything. Draco tightened his grip on his bag, wondering how on earth could he feel sorry for her.

He should’t be sorry - he would’ve done the same if there weren’t many people around her. But something from what the girl said hit him, as if how he treated women ever since he started high school was wrong… disgusting

He found himself in front of the boy, his fists curling. His order was simple, but the boy didn’t seemed to be listening - he was, instead, looking boringly at the book, oblivious to the approaching lad.

“I need her book.”

The boy looked up to see a pair of cold, grey eyes that belonged to a platinum blonde headed boy.

“Excuse me?” The boy asked amusingly, as if talking to a child. “Who’re you?”

Draco stiffened up, “Dude, look, what you did is so wrong, and I need her book back.”

He held the book up in front of him and pulled it away once Draco made a move to grab it, “Why would I give a hot girl’s book to a blonde-clown like you?”

“Don’t call her that!”

“What? Hot? Come on, blondie, surely you’re not offended by that, are you? She is a hot person - the way she moved though, you should’ve seen the way her bum just-”

It didn’t take that long for Draco to threw a punch onto the boy’s face, causing him to land on the floor, his lips starting to bleed. He swore as Draco shook his fist off, believing that it would sooth down the bruise that was starting to form.

Without thinking any longer, he grabbed her book and exited the train before the door could close and the train will move to its next stop, not wasting his chance to yell a dickhead right before the door closed.

He looked around wildly to find the girl, hoping beyond hope she wouldn’t have gone far, but he couldn’t find her - her (H/C) coloured hair, her piercing (E/C) eyes. 

He spotted her, ascending up the stairs, almost leaving the station.

He ran towards her, trying his best not to push anyone on his way to her. He stopped directly behind her, holding his breath as if terrified she would sense a struggling lad who wanted to return a stolen book to her.

“Hey, um, you-” he tapped her shoulder, and she looked back with an even deadlier glare.

“I have your book.”

The girl looked up from the book to his face, the book to his face. Draco was nervous, somehow, and he tried to stop himself from doing anything embarrassing. 

“How did you?” She grabbed her book, turning from one side to one side as if not believing the fact that someone have gotten her book back.

“It’s a long story,” he smiled, and held his hand out.

“I’m Draco, by the way.”

“I’m- HOLY SHIT, DID YOU PUNCHED HIM?” She grabbed his hand, running her finger along his bruised knuckles. “I’m so sorry if-”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he smiled, and she smiled back.


“Oh, right, yeah-” he looked at her awkwardly, and cleared his throat, “I’ll see you around then?”

She felt something that can be defined as - ‘that’s it? give me my book back and goodbye?’

“Yeah. Bye. And thanks.”

He smiled and turned to face the other side, and walked a step away from her, only to turn and faced her again.

“Would you… would you like to have coffee? Like right now?


“Would you like to have coffee with me? It’s okay if you don’t; just thought it would’ve been nice to ask you.”

“Me? Coffee?”

Draco nodded and liked the way her mouth stretched onto a big smile - 


everyone should be treated the way they want, and no one deserves to be treated wrongly for their gender, race, religion, or whatever  ♡ 

Family Greetings (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Request: Evan and reader meeting his mom. Like family dinner or something

A/N: lmao I hope this is good

Every once in awhile, Heidi would be able to take time off to spend with her son. She always looked forward to the moments she would get to spend with him. Over the past year, she had hardly seen him, she missed him so much. She thought it would be nice to surprise him with dinner on a random Friday night. She cooked his favorite meal and set the table all nice and neat. She was excited to get to see her little boy. She nearly squealed with happiness when the front door to their house opened.

“Evan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you!”, she exclaimed as she walked to the door. It seemed like Evan had a surprise for her because he was with a girl that she didn’t recognize. “Oh, who is this?”, she politely asked then turned her attention to the girl in front of her, “Heidi Hansen, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Mom”, Evan softly scolded. He was afraid his mom would say or do something that would ruin the relationship he had.

“What? I’m just saying hello to your lady friend.”, she smiled teasingly, then turned to the girl, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”, the girl shyly smiled at her.

“Why don’t you join us for dinner? I was planning on it only being for Evan and me, but there’s more if you’d like some.”, Heidi offered.

“Oh, Ms. Hansen, that would be lovely, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time.”

Heidi shook her head and led Y/N to the Hansen’s kitchen/dining room. Evan followed them with a sulky walk. He felt that tonight was going to be a disaster. He wasn’t prepared for his mom to be home. She never is! All he wanted was to play card games with Y/N and eat some Chinese takeout. He wasn’t able to prep Y/N to meet his mom, or prep himself for it either. But he couldn’t stop it, he had to let whatever was going to happen, happen.

Y/N was having a mix of emotions. She was nervous to meet Heidi, but she also was elated to meet her. She knew about Evan’s father leaving, so meeting the only parental figure in his life was a massive deal. But she could tell that Heidi was sweet and that the dinner would go by great. She hoped Evan would be able to understand that.

As Heidi set a plate for Y/N, Evan and Y/N quietly sat at the table. Neither person wanted to say anything, both didn’t know what to say. So they sat in silence waiting for Heidi.

“Y/N, would you like something to drink? Soda, iced tea, water?”, Heidi asked putting the plate of pizza casserole.

“Water is fine, thank you.”

Heidi nodded, “It’s no troubles at all. Evan, do you want a sprite?”

He nodded, continuing to stare at the plate of mock-Italian food in front of him. Heidi sighed and went to get him a sprite from the garage.

Y/N knew something was off with Evan and she also knew that this unexpected dinner was the root of the problem, “I can make an excuse to leave if you want.”

“No no no, it’s fine. I just wasn’t ready to do this tonight.” Evan said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and holding it softly. So far, this was some of the only physical contact Evan could initiate, but they had only been together for a few months.

She let a small smile form on her face, “Are you sure?”

He nodded again, looking up at her. She leaned over and gave his cheek a soft kiss, which Heidi ended up seeing, but didn’t mention. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t let her beaming smile take place. Her little Evan was in love, she thought she’d never see the day. She then made sure to bump into the wall or something to alert the two that she was about to enter the room.

“Whoops, clumsy old me. Here you go, Ev. And a nice cup of cold water for you Ms. Y/N”, she said giving the kids their respected drink, “Shall we eat now?”. She sat in her place across from the two and started at her meal. Y/N and Evan did the same, still holding hands under the table. After about a minute of silence, Heidi spoke up again, “So, Y/N, tell me a little about your family.”

Y/N took a sip of water and then spoke, “Well, I’ve got one sibling, but they’re older than me. They’re already in their last year of college. My mom is a teacher at the elementary school and my dad is a freelance graphic designer.”

“That’s not something you hear everyday, what exactly does he do?”

“The real question is, what doesn’t he do. He designs signs, billboards, murals, business cards, logos, you name it. Anything with art involved, he’s on it.”, Y/N joked.

Heidi laughed at what she said, “Did any of that artistic talent flow over to you or your sibling?”

“Not to me, but Xavier is incredible at art. He sells some prints on the side for extra money. I’m more like my mom, I love music.”

“Wow, I’d love to hear some sometime.”, Heidi suggested with an impressed look.

Y/N blushed, “I’d love to play some for you. Do you mind if I use the restroom?”

“Of course, do you know where it is?”

“Yes, ma’am.”, Y/N said with a salute as she stood up and left for the restroom.

Heidi turned to her son, “She’s very nice. She’s also very cute.” Evan shrugged while moving his food around on his plate. “I’m a little confused as to why you’ve never brought her around with me home on purpose. Or why you’ve never even mentioned her.”, Heidi observed, taking a sip of her wine.

“We didn’t feel like rushing into things.”, he mumbled. Heidi nodded but was still slightly irritated at her son. She knew that wasn’t the reason, but she wasn’t going to get the actual answer out of him without a ton of pestering that she didn’t have the patience for.

When Y/N entered the kitchen again, she could almost feel how thick the tension was. She decided not to think too hard about it. When she sat back down, she asked Heidi what this delicious meal actually was.

"Pizza casserole. It’s got meatballs, rigatoni, marinara sauce, and a whole lotta cheese. When Evan was younger and I started working more, I would make this on Sunday night. One pot of this would last us 3 or 4 days. I thought he would get sick of it, so I slapped the world pizza in front of it and he was sold.”, she explained with a reminiscent smile.

Then, Y/N’s ringtone blared out from her phone, startling all three people. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”, Y/N sheepishly asked.

“Oh, no. Go ahead, sweetie”

Y/N mouthed a thank you, before answering her phone, “Hi, Mom!… Yeah, I’m at Evan’s… What? He wasn’t supposed to get in until tomorrow!… Yeah, I can pick him up… No, it’s fine… Okay… I’ll call you when I get there.”, Y/N sighed before standing up, “I’m so sorry, but I have to pick up my brother from the airport. Apparently, he told us the wrong day he was going to get home, and he doesn’t have a ride to our house. So it’s up to me to go pick him up since my parents are on a date right now.”

“Oh, that’s fine!”, Heidi assured as she moved to the other side of the table to give Y/N a hug, “Make sure you drive safe! I’ll have to invite you over to have dinner again. Even though you were only here for a short time, you were a joy.”

“Thank you very much, Ms. Hansen. I enjoyed coming over here.”, she said reciprocating Heidi’s hug.

Once Heidi pulled away, she glanced at Evan, “I’ll give you two a moment alone.” She then left the kitchen and went to the living room.

Evan stood up and gave Y/N a softer hug, “I’ll see you later.”

Y/N gave him a quick peck on the lips, “Okay. I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend tonight, but at least nothing mortifying happened.”

Evan chuckled and nodded with a light blush, “Yeah.” The two pulled away and walked to the front door. Heidi was watching them from the den.

Y/N gave Evan another peck on the lips and opened the front door, “Text me tomorrow, okay?”

Evan nodded as she exited the home. When he closed the door, Heidi turned her head away quickly. He went and sat next to her on the couch. It was silent for a moment before Heidi spoke, “I still think you should have told me about her. Maybe we should set up a dinner with her family?”

“Um, I’m not sure we should do that.”

“You’re right, baby steps.”



“Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.”

Those who are Broken | Chapter Eleven

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

↬ Word count: 3215

↬ So this chapter contains THIGH RIDING and FINGERING. Yup.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“What?” you asked, watching as Taehyung stood up from the couch, taking your hand, and dragging you down the hall. “Tae—” You glanced behind you to see if any of the guys was watching you, but they were so hammered that they were getting comfortable on the couch and slowly falling asleep. “Tae, where are we going?” you asked, following him down the hall.

“To your room,” he said. However, he turned towards a door on the right. His door, you assumed. “Your room is the biggest to do stuff,” he said, opening the door and leading you inside.

Taehyung was drunk. It confirmed your suspicion. Sure, he can handle his alcohol, but the last time Taehyung was this “confused”, he mistook some drunk chick for you. They had sex in the bathroom. Taehyung knew nothing of it. 

Taehyung won’t remember tonight.

“To do what, exactly?” you asked, turning to face Taehyung as he closed the door behind you.

He turned to face you, still holding your hand as he leaned against the door. “I’m horny, Cupcake,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he smiled.

You scoffed. “You can take care of that yourself, Taehyung.”

He tugged at your arm, pulling you closer to him. “Would you like to help me first, or would you like for me to eat you out first?” He licked his lips, eyes boring into you.

You suddenly felt weak. You wanted to tell him no, but your body was burning. Lightly shaking with excitement. You shouldn’t. Even if he forgets about tonight, and the words he said, you would be the one who would remember it all. You would be the one who will remember every little detail. You should deny him.

You need to deny him.

“That’s not going to happen,” you force out in a slight shaky whisper. You gasped when he pulled you into him, bending his knee between your legs so that you were sort of sitting on his thigh. “Tae, what are you doing?”

“They won’t hear you, Cupcake. They’re just as fucked up as I am, and just as fucked as I’m going to make you,” he said in a slight slur. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you into a somewhat sloppy kiss. You could taste the alcohol from his breath, and mixed in with the shitty alcohol is a minty taste. He must have taken a mint to try and cover up the alcoholic stench.

But you found yourself caving in to his touch. His lips that were now moving against your own. His hands that were slowly moving down from your neck to cup one breast and hold your waist. You let out a gasped moan when he pulled you by your waist forward, your core rubbing against his thigh.  

What a great idea to wear tights.

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Sleeping Bags

Avengers x reader

Warnings: heavy mentions of sexual abuse. some fluff at the end.

Words: 1k

Disclaimer: I know many fic writers do not write things like this and I myself would not normally write something like this. However, this was written for me by me to help not only wrap my mind around what I have experienced in the relationship I was just in, but to also make me feel as if I’m not alone and I have people to lean on (which I do not in real life because my now ex-boyfriend made me give them all up.)

All credit goes to Marvel.

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

She sat on the edge of her bed, knees pressed to her chest as she stared out at the night sky from her window. The moonlight did little to illuminate her room, the darkness masking Steve’s shadow as he stood in her doorway. He watched her, waiting. He knew this was wrong, but he didn’t believe that she was keeping it together as well as she claimed to. Her shoulders raised in what looked like a sob, and as Steve was getting ready to rush into action and console her, she let out a long breath, dropping her head back and lolling it around in a stretch. Steve pressed his lips together in a firm line, before exiting the room, quietly closing the door on his way out.

Y/N bit her lip to remain as silent as possible until she was sure Steve was out of ear-shot.  That’s the thing about him- when he’s not on a mission, when their lives weren’t on the line, he wasn’t stealthy. At all. The dark might have masked the shadow, but his reflection in the window was still visible.

Sighing, which she seemed to be doing a lot of lately, she crawled into bed, Bucky’s sweatpants and a t-shirt he had brought home for her after a simple mission covered her body, but she still felt uncomfortably exposed, even after tucking the blankets as close to her body as possible. She checked her phone, hoping to see at least one text message from an old friend, but nothing. She shoved it off the bed and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Burying her head in her pillow, she tried a million different things to distract her of what he had done to her and her life, but no dice. He was all she could think about.

She felt betrayed. She felt violated. She felt hurt. But most of all, she felt dirty. It seemed like all she had been doing lately was taking showers, hoping that somehow it would wash away the mental scars she had been harboring.

While she was happy and proud of herself for getting out of the relationship, she wished she had gotten out of it before this happened. Or in this case, before the past 6 months happened. She itched at her skin when her skin crawled at the thought of him touching her again.

She nearly jumped out of bed at the overwhelming thoughts and began pacing around her room quickly, as if she was looking for something. Her hands went up to her ears and she could feel a scream coming on and she bit the insides of her cheeks to suppress it. She dropped to the floor, bent over with her face to the ground as she willed the memories to die off. Her whole body felt the pain of the thoughts radiating through her.

Sniffling, she pushed herself off the ground and onto her feet, wrapping her blanket tightly around her. She walked out into the hall where all of her team’s bedroom doors were. 10 doors, 5 on the left, 5 on the right. On the left was Bruce’s, yours, Nat’s, Clint’s, and Bucky’s. The right was Steve’s, Sam’s, Thor’s, Tony’s, and Wanda’s.

Y/N knew that her team had opened up an “open-door” policy where she could come in any time of any night if she couldn’t sleep. Usually, she’d sleep with Bucky or Wanda. But tonight, she felt so lost in her own thoughts that she couldn’t even decide that. She looked sadly at each door, tears forming in her eyes out of pure exhaustion. It was only one in the morning, an early night for the Avengers, but tonight, they were all snug in bed, sleeping blissfully, and Y/N envied them. Not being able to decide and certainly not wanting to go back to her room, she plopped onto the hallway floor in between Nat and Clint’s doors.

Using the fluffed up corner of her blanket as a pillow and the rest of it to keep her warm, she forced herself to close her eyes and slowly but surely drift off to sleep.

30 minutes later found Sam and Bucky walking back from an evening sparring session, laughing quietly to each other as they entered the living hall. Sam was the first one to stop when he saw Y/N sleeping, her back pressed as close to the wall as possible and using a portion of her blanket as a pillow. Bucky stopped second and they looked at each other, knowing what this was about. He went to approach her, but Sam reached his hand out, putting it against Bucky’s chest to stop him from getting closer. “I think she’s saying something.” Bucky gave Sam a look and pushed his hand off, slowly getting closer until he was kneeling next to her. He leaned in closer and as soon as he heard the words rolling loosely off her lips, he sat back, looking at Sam with a look that said it all.

Sam followed Bucky, and he felt his heart break. She was repeating, “ruined” like a broken record. Bucky pursed his lips together and put his arms out, ready to grab her and take her back to bed with him, but Sam stopped him.

“I have a better idea.”

The next morning, Y/N quickly felt all the bones in her body hating her for sleeping on the floor before she had even opened her eyes. She turned to roll over and face the wall when she heard snoring coming from next to her head. She peeked one eye open, confused.

And that was when she saw it.

Each and every Avenger, including Vision, were positioned like a Tetris board beside her. Each in their own sleeping bag and pajamas.