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JINX | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Neighbor!Taehyung | EMT!Taehyung | Enemies → lovers

You’ve had your sights set on Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve moved into the apartment next door to him, the only problem is that your klutz gene makes it difficult to get within three feet of the boy before a freak accident of some sort occurs

word count: 29k+

A/N: first of all i blame @bxebxee for the cumplay that occured in this hot mess, second of all IM SORRY its so long and third taehyung ended up a lot more… toxic than i anticipated so i wanted to warn against that and that i dont condone a lot of his actions/reactions or the toxicity of the relationship but its how his character and OC came out.

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Welp, I needed to make this post anyway.

ALRIGHT. So. I should have probably touched on this much much sooner, but, here are my thoughts on Link’s age in the present day for BOTW. Some spoiler warnings for those who haven’t collected all the memories!

I believe that prior to that game, the 100 years in the past, Link was no younger than 17. Here are screenshots from the game to prove that: 

Zelda is referring to Mount Lanayru and the fact that she’s waiting until her 17 birthday to get pray at the shrine. Link accompanies her. So…ergo Link is/was 17 at least.

Me personally? I believe Link is 18 just for the fact that he has so many responsibilities and from how we see him act in the memories, he’s just very mature. [[Needless to say, in my fics he IS of age just to clarify!]]

Flashforward, a hundred years later. And then we get this tidbit, CANON, in game.

Now that can be taken at a grain of salt, but I believe that is Link’s interpretation of his own age. My point is, please stop throwing around the “Link is only 15/16″ posts, especially if you haven’t played the game and are just assuming stuff.  And if people are offended because they think Link is ‘young’ why am I not seeing posts for how many people hit on Link throughout the game???? 

Also, if I see one person reblog this and try to start drama, you’re getting blocked. No fighting. 


Derek x Reader

Requested By @dontyouwishyouhadlove

You smiled at the little gift Derek had sent, it was a picture of the two of you, a few Hale siblings and cousins were squished in as well, you could never remember all their names. It was just like Derek to add to your hoard of photos, in fact you wondered if he sent you the pictures so they’d survive, he was forever bending or accidentally washing photos and bits of paper so it wouldn’t surprise you.

When you pulled up in the drive your front door swung open and your brother launched himself down the porch so he could yank open the door.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Scott sighed and you chuckled as you ruffled his hair.

“You saw me at gradation.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah and then we’ve had to wait for months so you could finish up there and come back home.” You groaned as he yanked you out of the car and into the house.

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The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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JINX | Taehyung (M)

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Neighbor!Taehyung | EMT!Taehyung | Enemies → lovers

You’ve had your sights set on Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve moved into the apartment next door to him, the only problem is that your klutz gene makes it difficult to get within three feet of the boy before a freak accident of some sort occurs

word count: 29k+

A/N: first of all i blame @bxebxee for the cumplay that occured in this hot mess, second of all IM SORRY its so long and third taehyung ended up a lot more… toxic than i anticipated so i wanted to warn against that and that i dont condone a lot of his actions/reactions or the toxicity of the relationship but its how his character and OC came out.

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Too Much - Jaehyun

Ch.1  -  Ch.2  -  Ch.3  -  Ch.4  -  Ch.5

Suggested: Highkey need a Jaehyun scenario where he is a cold, ruthless and flawless assassin and runs into oc in some hilarious way and she refuses to believe he’s dangerous much to his dismay. I just need a super bad jae who goes from cold to annoyed to cute.

A/N: This should be a drama [there prolly is one like this already].
I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure how to go with this?? It’s one of those plots that need a lot of time and development, but- 

Word Count: 1,185

You smiled at the sight of the young girls teasing each other as they folded their clothes across the shop.
The scent of lavender tickled your senses, making you scrunch your nose. The warm tones of the setting sun splashed over the shops tiles and walls.
You gaze darted back to the novel you held, deeply engrossed. Your ears perked as you heard the distant chime of the bell, signaling the earlier customers had left. The silence granted you tranquility, allowing you to escape into the enthralling novel once again.

Several hours passed, the silent clock ticking with each passing moment. It was nearly time to close.
The bell clamored noisily, quick steps making their way toward you.

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Invisible, Chapter Seven

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1650

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|| jealous ||

{summary: what happens when your best friend knows about a certain spiderboy’s crush on you?}

a few readers want me to start sinning by doing n-fw peter parker headcanons tomorrow and i just promised another reader to update mafia!bucky’s series on saturday…so before i sin with all of these n-fw and sm-tty posts, let me post this one imagine that features my oc, David Pennington, again [♥]

keep in mind, just because dave is in this story, it has nothing to do with ||love like a comic book|| [♥]

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, if you don’t include a jealous!peter parker ;) ;) ;)

oc mention: dave pennington; reader’s best friend who has blond hair and blue eyes. for me personally, i picture him as looking kinda like dave strider ((from homestuck)) but you readers can imagine him as appearing like harris-n -sterfield (sorry for the weird formatting on his name, i just don’t want this story to appear in his tags [♥] )

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


David Pennington always knew that Peter Parker had a thing for his best friend and sister from another mister, [Full Name], he just had to do something to make that nerd confess to her once and for all.

He absolutely loved [Name] and would do anything to protect her, which was why he wanted that Peter guy together with her. For starters, he wasn’t a total fuckboi, or a pompous and rich asshole like Flash Thompson. Earning the title of being [Name’s] best friend meant that he had to do everything in his power to look after her.

And if he had to set her up with a good boy like Peter Parker by using dirty means, then so be it.

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The One With The Countdown

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: You and Jeff find yourself in the peak of your relationship: arguing, making up, talking about your future together. Little do you know there’s a clock on your relationship that’s running out of time. 

A/N: died a lil inside writing this not gonna lie

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Friday, 8:17 pm

Most days, you and Jeff barely argued. You’d been dating for over a year and it had been a great year. You were young and in love, as cliché as that was and nothing in the world mattered more. Or at least it hadn’t. But for days you’d been arguing about where he’d been spending his time.

“No. Not Bryce’s. Not again,” you shake your head firmly, “Don’t you get it, Jeff? He is a terrible person and going to his parties-“

“Makes me a terrible person?” he raises a brow. You inhale sharply, resting a hand against his chest and looking into his eyes, “You’re a good person and I wouldn’t want anything to change that.”

“I don’t go to those parties so I can hang out with Bryce and his douchebag friends,” he promises you, “I go for Clay who goes for Hannah who goes for Jessica,” he says, all in one breath, “Is it so wrong to want to help my friend?”

“Can’t you just help him at school? Nothing good ever happens at those parties.”

Jeff raises a brow, “You know, we’ve never really talked about-“

“And I don’t want to,” you sigh.

Freshman year you’d dated Justin for a short while and that time in your life was a living hell. You hadn’t ‘put out’ and he’d invited you to one of Bryce’s parties just to break up with you and humiliate you in front of his friends. The jokes people made still rung in your ears when you saw him in the hallway.

Lucky for you, Jeff had driven you home from that party and you’d ended up good friends which turned into more eventually.

You knew everyone at school loved him and that he was big on the social scene and you didn’t mind it, it’s just each time he told you he ‘had’ to go to one of Bryce’s parties, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted. What happened to you wasn’t the worst of what happened at those parties and you both knew it.

Jeff rests his hands on either side of your face, “I’m not going to let anything bad happen tonight.”

You nod. At least you felt reassured by the fact that Jeff would help someone in trouble if there was any, just like he’d helped you.

“Why don’t you come?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking back to his wardrobe.

“Because I haven’t stepped into one of his parties since freshman year,” you scoff, “What time will you get back?”

“As soon as I have Clay and Hannah talking to each other,” he smiles widely. You thought it was cute that he’d taken it upon himself to help Clay out, though you were a little jealous that they were spending more time together than the two of you were these days.

“Mmm,” you hum, hugging him from behind, “When will I get all of your time the way Clay does?”

“You can have me the whole of tomorrow,” he promises, “A whole Saturday where you can make me watching Young Wolf-“

“Teen Wolf,” you correct him, chuckling, “Fine,” you sigh, “Be safe. Don’t drink too much.”

He rolls his eyes as he pulls on his jacket. You stand in front of him, adjusting the collar and shooting him a stern look, “Call me if you need me to pick you up, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, y/n,” he laughs, tracing a finger down your cheek, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But I do anyway,” you sigh, hugging him. He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your forehead.

“Look, I’ll text you all night,” he says, “I’ll give you an hourly update on how Clay isn’t talking to his crush.”

You half smile, ruffling his hair, “Alright, get out of here before I strap you down to the bed so you can’t leave.”

“I’m not completely opposed to that,” he smirks before swiping his phone off the night stand and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be back by 11. I promise,” he says.

You spend the entire night watching re runs of Gilmore Girls despite the same three episodes being played in a loop. It didn’t really matter since all you were thinking about was Jeff.

Every time he went to one of these parties, the two of you would end up fighting. Today you’d let it go but that just made it that much harder on you, having to internalize your fear all on your own instead of talking to him about it. You knew he wouldn’t brush you off but you also knew you couldn’t change his mind.

You knew Jeff wasn’t at risk of anything in particular but you knew that there was always drama around Hannah and Jessica and that if anything were to go down, he would step in on Clay’s behalf and that worried you. You couldn’t live if something happened to him.

“Screw it,” you mumble to yourself, an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach despite your best efforts to suppress it. It was already 1am and you hadn’t heard from him at all. You jump into your car, driving towards Bryce’s house. As you pull up his driveway, your heart begins to race.

The front lawn was littered with a few passed-out people, unsurprisingly, not all of them were fully clothed. You dodge around them, frowning, your eyes raking the house for Jeff as you walk in.

You could feel eyes shifting to you and a few scattered whispers. You hadn’t really considered what walking in here would do or what kind of rumours there’d be by Monday – after all, you’d avoided these for most of your time in high school. You pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling Jeff again, only to feel a hand grab your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

Bryce’s voice is a loud sneer that seems to echo over the loud music. Justin was standing by his side, shifting from foot to foot – he looked concerned.

“I j-just-“ you stammer. You could see his hand reaching out for you and you dodge it quickly, stumbling backwards and to the floor.

Bryce sniggers, crossing his large arms over his chest and stalking towards you. Justin quickly steps in front of him, “Come on man, she looks wasted,” he says.

“That’s how I like them,” Bryce leers, crouching down beside you. He traces a finger down your arm, before wrapping his thick fingers around it and yanking you up.

“Come on man,” Justin sighs. Bryce brushes him off.

“That’s what she’s here for, a good time,” Bruce shrugs.

“Actually, she’s here to see me,” Clay says, tugging you out of Bryce’s grasp. Bryce just rolls his eyes and falls back into conversation with his group.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You just stare at him wide eyed, unable to speak. He steadies you, walking you over to the backyard where it was a little quieter and points to a corner.

Jeff was slumped against a pool chair, his head lulling side to side.

“It’s my fault. We started playing beer pong against Hannah and Jessica and he drank so I wouldn’t have to,” he says apologetically.

You felt like you were going to throw up from what had just happened but your priority was to get the two of you out of there.

You walk over, crouching beside him.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, a small smile spreading across his lips. He closes his eyes, letting his head hang back and you loop one of his arms around your neck and help him up. He staggers all over the place until Clay links his other arm around his neck.

You avoid the eyes of Bryce and his posse as the three of you go through the front door. You didn’t need to look to know Bryce’s eyes were on your ass.

It was a struggle getting Jeff into the car but once he was in, he rested his head against the cool glass and was out like a light.

Clay frowns deeply, wringing his hands, “I really am sorry.”

“it’s not your fault,” you tell him, “Are you okay to get home?”

He nods toward his bike across the street, making his way over. He pauses, turning back to you, “Don’t be too hard on him,” he sighs.

You climb in, turning the key in the ignition. Your breaths were short and shallow, you felt like the air had left your lungs since you’d walked into that house.

You were half way to Jeff’s house when you realized you could barely see where you were going. At first you thought it was the tears that had been streaming down your face the whole time you’d been driving but soon noticed there were black spots all over your vision. You squeeze your eyes open and shut several times, your breathing so loud you could hear it over the music, but it made no difference.

“Fuck,” you croak, pulling over. You’d completely sweat through your shirt. You knew you were hyperventilating but you couldn’t get yourself to stop. You hadn’t had a panic attack since that incident freshman year. You rest your head against the steering wheel, letting our choked sobs.

I’m sorry,” you hear Jeff mumble from beside you. He rests his hands on top of yours and nestles his head against your shoulder, “I’m really, really fucking sorry.”

Saturday, 11:03 am

Despite your agreement to spend the weekend together, you’d dropped Jeff home on Friday around in the early hours of the morning and gone home, ignoring all his calls that had started shortly after..

He’d tried to comfort you in the car and apologized profusely for scaring you like that and dragging you into a situation you didn’t want to be in. You didn’t say a word, nor did you tell him about what had happened with Bryce. You simply drove him home once you could and told him you’d talk to him the next day.

But as you woke up in the morning, you couldn’t deal with it or him. You’d scrubbed your skin all night, just to get the smell of alcohol out – just to make sure there wasn’t an inch of you left that Bryce had touched.

But you should’ve known better than to ignore Jeff, he was persistent if anything.

“You ignored all my calls,” he says, standing in your doorway, “Y-your mum let me up,” he explains.

“I was tired,” you shrug him off, standing up and walking over to him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean for any of that. I didn’t expect you’d show up – I thought I could sleep it off then go home to you.”

“You didn’t expect I’d show up? Do you know how much I freak out every time you go to one of Bryce’s parties?”

“I know,” he sighs, shaking his head, “I know and I’m not going to go to one ever again, I swear. I should have never put you through that.”

You run your fingers through your hair, biting down on your lip, “I need some time, Jeff.”

“Wait, what?” he frowns, inching towards you, “Come on, I just said I wouldn’t go.”

“But that’s your life,” you throw your hands up in the air, “You like parties and going out and I don’t want to stop you from doing that stuff if you enjoy it. I don’t – I don’t want to be the girlfriend that controls everything you do.”

“You’re – you’re not that girl. You’re just looking out for me, those parties are the worst place to be and I know that and I know that you’re right.”

“If you knew that then you wouldn’t have gone,” you deadpan, “I can’t keep having this same argument with you over and over again.”

“And I promise you’ll never have to again,” he pleads, taking your hands in his.

You pull them away, balling your fists up by your sides, “I know,” you sigh, walking over to the door and waiting for him to pass you.

Sunday, 5:22 pm

After you’d broken up with him, you’d avoided all his attempts at trying to fix things between the two of you. Even when he’d shown up at your window at midnight. Even when he’d gotten drunk and dialled you a dozen times Sunday morning. Even when he’d pleaded with your mom to let him see you at lunch.

“I’m sorry man,” Clay says, skipping a stone across the lake. After a day of failed attempts of trying to get you to talk to him, he’d caved and called Clay to pour his heart out, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He could have never imagined the pain that came with losing you.

“Yeah,” Jeff sighs, lying back on the grass. He’d planned to spend the entire weekend with you and here he was with Clay in the middle of a deserted park, watching the sun set.

“Maybe she’ll come around. She said she needed time, right?”

Jeff shakes his head grievously, “It was the last straw, I could see it on her face. She was so hurt,” he rests his arm over his eyes, “I should have listened to her.”

Clay rests a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, “She was pretty shaken up, huh?”

He looks up at him, “Right, I forgot you saw her when you helped me into the car.”

“Actually, I was there when that whole thing happened with Bryce,” Clay says with a frown, “He’s such a dick.”

Jeff sits up in confusion, “Wait, what happened with Bryce?”

Clay raises his brows, “She didn’t tell you?”

Jeff shakes his head, “What happened?” he asks slowly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself no matter how minor it was.

“Bryce kind of grabbed her and knocked her around a bit, said some pretty gross stuff too. God knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t dragged her away,” he explains, “You know Bryce get’s what he wants, even if it’s in the middle of a party. The guy is disgusting.”

Jeff had stopped listening. He could hear ringing in his ears as he thought of you breaking down in your car, inconsolable. He could feel himself shaking, whether it was with remorse or anger, he couldn’t tell.

He’d put you in a position that you never should have been in and worse, you’d been so distraught about it you hadn’t even been able to tell him. Of course you’d broken up with him – you couldn’t have beared to stay with him knowing there was a possibility that it could happen again.

Jeff shoots up and Clay pulls him back.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to talk to her,” he says, growing agitated. He had to tell you how sorry he was.

“Jeff, she didn’t want you to know. And she probably doesn’t even want to think about it and you confronting her won’t help. Just give her a few days, let it die down a  little. God knows it’ll be a big deal at school tomorrow.”

Monday, 8:33 am

You could see Jeff watching you from his locker, hesitantly walking toward you with flowers in one hand and his other shoved into his jacket pocket.

You crack a small smile when he comes to a stop. Truthfully, your weekend had been miserable without him. It was only two days but it felt like lifetime – your days felt incomplete without him. And it felt worse to not have him to talk to, to not be able to tell him how humiliated and disgusted you felt about the party.

He holds the bouquet out to you, “I am really, really sorry. And just to be clear these aren’t ‘get back together with me’ flowers, they’re ‘I was an asshole and I’m sorry’ flowers and ‘even if you just want to stay friends or ignore me forever, it’s okay and I promise I’ll never step foot into one of Bryce’s parties again’ flowers.” He seemed out of breath by the time he’d finished saying it.

“How long did you rehearse that?” you raise a brow with a smirk, taking them out of his hands.

“The very long walk from my locker to yours,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “So?”

“So, we can stay friends, Jeff,” you nod. A wide smile spreads across his face, “Good. Great, I mean,” he claps his hands together, “So then why don’t we skip Jessica’s party on Wednesday and go to that Italian restaurant you like?”

“I can’t skip Jessica’s,” you sigh, “I promised I’d wingman one of my friends.”

“Jessica’s?” you hear a voice boom from behind you.

You both turn around to find Bryce and Justin leaning against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Will I be seeing you there?” Bryce asks, “Maybe we can pick up where we left off last night?” he chuckles lowly. Within a blink, Jeff is throwing him to the floor and pinning him down, hitting him until his knuckles are bloody. You were watching on in horror, unable to move for a good few minutes until you noticed that Bryce was about to turn the fight around.

You pull Jeff up despite finding it rather enjoyable to see Bryce being beaten to a pulp. When Bryce lurches forward you reach into your bag and pepper spray him between the eyes. He screams loudly doubling over and digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he shouts, grasping around blindly.

Jeff half laughs, staring at you in surprise before taking your hand in his and sprinting down the hallway until you’re both through the front doors and out in the carpark.

“We’re going to be in so much shit for that,” he gasps, out of breath.

You study him intently, “Why did you do that back there?” you ask.

“Clay told me,” he confesses, his eyes reddening, “I should’ve known there was more going on. I should’ve known you were hurting.”


“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that – that – I don’t even know,” he says frustrated, “I’m so sorry that right now if you asked me to walk into traffic, I would.”

“I’m not going to ask you to do that,” you laugh softly, slinging your arms around his neck, “Thank you, for what you did back there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you already felt terrible about me having a panic attack, I didn’t want to add to your guilt,” you say, resting a hand against his arm and your forehead against him, “I don’t blame you.”

“I feel terrible,” he whispers.

“I know,” you nod, “But don’t. Clay told me you cried all weekend and that I should take you back,” you say with a small grin.

“Of course I cried all weekend,” he scoffs, “I lost the love of my life.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you reassure him. You take his hands in yours, examining his bloody, bruised knuckles, “Should we go back to my place? Get you cleaned up?”

“Is that code for let’s get back together and make out?”

You roll your eyes and nod, “What else would it mean?” you wink, kissing him softly.

Tuesday, 1:07 pm

“Stop eating my fries,” Jeff groans, nudging you playfully. You roll your eyes, reaching for them anyway. He picks one up and dips it in ketchup before swiping it across your nose.

You stare at him, surprised, laughing before a small food fight ensues.

“Seriously, how old are you guys?” Clay grumbles as he sits opposite the two of you in the cafeteria.

“Sorry we have love lives,” Jeff teases, “I’ve been telling you all along to get yourself a girl,” he winks, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You shrug it off.

“Don’t listen to him Clay,” you chuckle, “You’re fine as you are.”

Clay mumbles something under his breath with an awkward smile, “So, Hannah is going to be at Jessica’s party tomorrow,” he says, “Should I talk to her?”

“Yes,” you both say in unison.

Clay stiffens, his palms growing sweaty, “W-well, w-what do I say?” he stammers, visualizing the conversation in his head.

You’d both been planning to go to Jessica’s party but now that her and Justin were together, it was guaranteed that Bryce would be there. Your friend had understood when you’d told her you couldn’t come but something about the puppy look in Clay’s eyes made you want to reconsider.

“Are you guys coming?” Clay asks.

Jeff shakes his head firmly, resting his hand over yours, “We’re spending the night in.”

It had been Jeff’s idea not to go and to have a date night instead. Those parties were insufferable anyways, he’d told you, and he didn’t want to have a hangover ever again.

“We can help him a little,” you whisper to Jeff.

Jeff raises his brows, “Really?”

You knew Jeff didn’t care how many parties he missed as long as the two of you were together, the same way you didn’t care how many he went to as long as he was safe. But you also knew how much he wanted to help Clay since Clay as the only reason he hadn’t flunked out, and you felt like you owed it to him.

“Yeah, really. We can be in and out,” you say, turning to Clay, “But you gotta stick to our plan.”

Clay nods firmly even though all of you knew he’d probably freak out at the last minute.

Wednesday, 8:54 pm

“You look beautiful,” Jeff says, leaning against the front door as you come downstairs. You were wearing a silk, red mini dress with black boots and a leather jacket hung over your shoulders.

“You too,” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you.

I can’t believe I’m dating the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” he says in disbelief.

You scrunch your nose up, “You’ve been paying me these corny compliments for two days straight. When will it stop?” you laugh.

“It’ll never stop now that I know what it’s like to lose you,” he says, his expression serious. He holds the car door open, waiting for you to climb in before getting in and switching the headlights on.

He stares ahead for a little, “Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

“It’s fine,” you nod, “We’re going early. We can be in and out before Bryce even gets there,” you tell him, “I know how much you want to help Clay.”

He nods appreciatively, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you tonight,” he whispers protectively.

“And I will never let anything happen to you,” you say with certainty, resting your head against his shoulder as he begins to drive. Your house wasn’t far from Jessica’s. It was opposite the intersection where the alcohol store was and you could spot a few seniors in there and few juniors, trying to get away with fake I.D’s.

“I remember when that was us,” you laugh.

“And look at us now,” he says, resting a hand over yours, “And imagine us in five years,” he sighs wistfully.

“Five years?” you raise a brow.

“Graduating from college. You do law like you’ve always wanted and after a lot of struggling, I finally get into Medicine so I can help people like I’ve always wanted. We get married, have two kids – one boy and one girl.”

“Let me guess, Jeff Junior?” you laugh. You felt warmth wash over you as you envisioned your future together, more so due to the fact that he’d thought about all this before you had.

“Jeff Junior If it’s a boy and if it’s a girl,” he pauses, “Wait for it…. Jeffica.”

You snort, laughing, “I am not naming our daughter Jeffica.”

“We can name our daughter whatever you like,” he leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I just like the sound of it… our daughter; our family.”

“Me too,” you grin.

You pull up down the street form Jessica’s house and climb out. The party wasn’t in full swing yet, much to your relief.

Clay arrives at the same time as the two of you, looking slightly suffocated as he joins you.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” he mumbles.

“Tonight is your night, my man,” Jeff says, trying to hype him up. His frown only grown deeper.

An hour into the party, Clay had disappeared upstairs with Hannah. You and Jeff smile at each other, impressed with your handiwork.

“Nice job,” you whisper to him.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he replies, kissing you. At that moment, a few of his friends walk in.

“Should we get going?” he asks unsurely, knowing if he walked over to his friends that you’d have to stick around longer.

You shake your head, “No, have some fun,” you smile at him, “This party seems pretty mellow so far.” You join the group in walking to the front yard where they take over the ping pong table.

When you step away, Jeff rushes to your side, “Wait, where are you going?” he asks.

“I was just going to walk home, I’m getting a little tired.”

“Let me take you,” he says, reaching into his pocket for the keys.

“C’mon man,” Zach says, “You said you’d grab us some drinks form the corner store.”

Jeff sighs in defeat, leaning in, “I can totally ditch them.”

“We can hear you,” Zach calls out.

“It’s okay,” you say. You adjust the strap of your bag against your shoulder, looking up at him, “Just meet me back at my place?”

He never would have let you walk home alone but the street was filled with your classmates and you only lived a few minutes away.

“I’ll be there in 10,” he swears. He pulls you against him, kissing you so hard you could barely breathe. You could hear his friends hooting in the background and you both pull apart, laughing.

“I love you,” he hums, breathlessly.

“I love you too,” you say, pecking another kiss to his lips before turning away. You could feel his eyes on you until you rounded the corner.

Suddenly you were tempted to stop by the corner store and grab some chocolate. You knew you and Jeff would probably grab dinner afterwards but you felt a serious sweet tooth coming on. You cross the street from outside your house to the corner store.

As you gather up a few candy bars and lay them on the counter, the cashier flashes you a wide smile, “Your boyfriend was just in here,” she says. The two of you had been in there so many times you were practically regulars, if that was a thing at convenience stores. You look over your shoulder through the door to try and spot Jeff but it’s too dark out.

“He’s a good boy, that one. You make a very sweet couple.”

“Thank you,” you nod, “He is. He’s great.”

You could see Jeff’s smile in your head. And then you hear it. The sound of bending metal and broken glass. You hear the crash.

You feel your chest tighten as you rush outside to see the an all too familiar car bent out of shape and an all too familiar face through the shattered glass of the window.

“NO!” you scream, rushing towards Jeff’s car where his body was slumped against the door, covered in blood. You feel arms wrap around you and pull you back just as you pry the door open. You turn around to find Clay staring at you, pale faced. You were already hysterical and in tears.

“Don’t move him,” he says, “You could make it worse. I already called an ambulance.”

“W-w- Clay, let me go!” you struggle, shoving against him. He barely flinches, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you as you flailed around, kicking and screaming.

“I have to help him!” you sob, “I have to help him!”

You said it repetitively, even after the ambulance arrived. Even after they tried to save him and couldn’t. Even after they announced his time of death. Even after they pulled that god damn white sheet over his body and wouldn’t let you past the crime scene tape.

You rip through it anyways, pulling the sheet off his face and shaking him slightly, “Please,” you whimper, “I – I can’t live without you.”

Your mind replayed every kiss, every hug, every smile. Every night you slept next to him and every morning you woke up in his embrace. He’d changed your entire life and the plan was for him to keep changing it, beyond your five-year plan. You were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. He couldn’t be gone. You wouldn’t let him.

“Y/N,” Clay says, resting a hand against your shoulder.

A paramedic moved the stretcher with a sympathetic look on her face after a cop nudges the two of you away, pushing you back behind the tape.

I promised I would never let anything happen to him,” you croak, watching his body being loaded into the back of the ambulance in disbelief.

anonymous asked:

“I’m pathetic, because I go to you for everything, but you’d pick someone over me any day.” W/ Jason (idk if you're taking requests but)

@dicckgrayson @niightwngs @madelyne-pryor i think yall will like this

Breathing heavy you glare at Jason. He stands behind the bar of his kitchen, hands slammed down onto the surface. You’re not sure how the two of you got here; you’re not sure how this fight got started.

“I don’t,” Jason clears his throat, “I don’t see why this is a problem. She’s a nice girl and I don’t have to justify who I see to you.”

You throw your hands up as the urge to throw something overwhelms you.

“It’s not that you have to justify anything to me Jason or that she’s not a nice girl; I’m sure she’s perfectly fine. I just think that you need to put more thought into who you take out.”

Jason groans, and slaps his hands against the bar. Beside him his phone lights up; without looking at it he slams it into the silver wear drawer. There’s a tense six seconds of silence and you know he’s wondering if it’s her texting him. When he speaks, it’s precise and bitten off.

“And who else would I take out?”

You could almost scream.

“Damn it Jason, just think about it! Who else did you call to stitch you up yesterday? Who did you call over because you were lonely tonight? Who is always at your damn beck and call?”

You’re yelling now and Jason tries to speak over you but you don’t let him.

“You know what, it’s my fault. It’s my fault for hoping that anything could happen; that you could see me as anything more. I’m pathetic, because I go to you for everything, but you’d pick someone over me any day.”

You can see the way Jason’s face falls, the way his grip on the edge of the bar tightens. But you don’t want to stay to hear what he has to say. You make to grab your jacket off the back of the couch; Jason lurches across the room to stop you, his hand wrapping around your wrist. You resist the urge to look up at him, instead you keep your eyes trained on your feet.

“Come on, stay and talk this out with me,” he pleads. You yank your wrist out of his grip and laugh.  

“Why so I can get my heart broken again? I’m tired of this. I’m tired of putting in so much effort and dropping hints and trying to so hard to make you realize how I feel. I’m just tired, ok. I get it. If it hasn’t happened after all this time it isn’t going to and I need to get over it.”

Jason doesn’t stop you as you jerk the door open and you don’t look back as you let the door slam shut behind you, the lock clicking harshly in the darkness.

semi-fic: Persona AU

This is a long post, saddle up for some cool stuff.

@dirkar and I have terrible ideas. By which I mean we have fucking incredible ideas. This is one of my favorite brainstorms I’ve ever been part of. Sadly, the both of us are too busy to turn this from roadmap into full fic, but also think it’d be a goddamn shame not to share what we have. Even though this is not a full traditional “fic”, I fucking love it.

Because what we have is a radical Persona AU, starring our babes, the Alphas.

This AU mixes elements of both P3 and P4.

  • The Midnight Channel exists.
  • But so do Evokers, the summoning tool from P3. Each Alpha has a personalized weapon they use as their Evoker:
    • Jane wields a very sharp fork with long tings. To summon her persona, she jams the tings into her arm.
    • Dirk has a sword, natch. To summon his persona, he inserts the blade into his chest, then whips it outward, Utena-style.
    • Roxy has bladed knuckles. To summon her persona, she flips them in her grip and slams the knuckles into her ribs like a deadly defibrillator.
    • Jake, of course, has a standard P3 Evoker in the shape of a gun. To summon his persona, he fires it at his temple.

Our setting for this story is quiet suburbia, where weird folktales like the Midnight Channel are pervasive. See, the story goes if you look into your TV at midnight on a rainy night, you will see your true love. The truth of what’s on the Midnight Channel is a little more sinister. It broadcasts a person, who then vanishes into the world of the TV, where they are trapped. They are held prisoner by their Shadow, the manifestation of their most shameful desires and fears.


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For The Pack

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Roman Reigns/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy almost New Year, everyone! And happy Thirst Party Saturday! I give you, my first attempt at an A/B/O installment, involving wrestlers who played football and looked damn nice doing so. Tagging the usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash and @oraclegazes! Enjoy!

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Daddy’s Toy (M)

A bright, yet shy smile painted across your face as soon as you read those precious words- “That’s my girl.”

Standing from your comfy little spot on the couch, you stretch out slightly just before you began to strip. 
After removing your top and panties; you were grateful you hadn’t worn a bra that day, bra’s were the biggest hassle in your opinion. The dimmed, orange tint of the light enraptured you, making you look like a glowing goddess.

The moment you made your over to the front door, you got on all fours and patiently wait for Namjoon with your head down; just as he had taught you before. 
Thankfully he didn’t take long to arrive, as soon as he stepped through the door you could hear his pleased chuckled as his gaze loomed over you. 

His leather shoes were the only thing in your sights as your head stayed low; knowing that if you did anything at this point without permission he’d be completely merciless when it came to your punishment, though you weren’t sure if he’d have much mercy on you now.  

“Such a well trained little pet.” Namjoon cooed as he crouched down beside you, his fingertips grazing your nipple ever-so-slightly before trailing down your side then down to your ass. His hand then swiftly came down on your bum cheek drawing out one of your short, muffled whines. 
“Not uh, little girl-” He purred. “Let me hear you. You know Daddy loves to hear those precious sounds you make.” His hands roughly groped that backs of your thighs before giving them hefty swats of their own. 

This time you allowed the loud, pained moans to freely flow out of you as the stinging pain from his hits sent tingles throughout your body. 
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck; yanking you up onto your knees. 
“Come on, little girl..” He harshly growled, pulling you up onto your feet as his hand moved from the back of your neck to your hair. 

“Daddy wants to play with some rope, kitten, I might even gag you. I always love how pretty you look when you're bound and helpless.” 

“You know what? I think I’m even going to use that vibe that you hate so much. I fucking love watching you squirm and seeing tears run down that pretty little face of yours.” 

“You’ll be my little toy tonight, understood? Daddy’s going to fucking destroy you.” 

Dallas Winston Imagine: A Jealous Ex

This was requested, hope you enjoy! X

Dating Dallas Winston was everything you’d expected it would be. He’s constantly getting into trouble, saying things he shouldn’t and not exactly being the ‘romantic type’ but you knew you loved him nonetheless and as much as he got under your skin you didn’t know what you’d do without him.

Over the past week or so you’d been receiving a bit of jealousy from his ex girlfriend, Sylvia. Dally always tells you not to worry about her and to just ignore it but that isn’t exactly easy for you to do. Especially when she comes into your workplace each and every day.

Today was just like any other, the coffee shop was busy as ever and your shift was almost over. You continued serving costumers as fast as possible so that you could get out of there. You noticed a group of girls sitting over in the corner, all looking over at you with relentless smirks curved on their lips. You sighed to yourself quietly and thanked your last costumer, telling them to have a nice day as you removed your apron and began to do a bit of required cleaning before you got to go home. As you passed the girls a feeling of irritation washed over you, you wanted Sylvia to know that you weren’t afraid of her.

“You ladies realize that in order to stay in here you have to order something, right?” You asked, the words spilled out of your lips in a much more snappy tone than intended but you weren’t too concerned, that was until you seen the look on her face. The girls surrounding her began to laugh, but her facial expression stayed neutral as she starred up at you. She flicked her hand up as a way of telling the girls to shut up as she got up from her seat and stood in front of you.

“If I were you I wouldn’t be telling me what to do right now, babe.” She smiled, raising an eyebrow slightly. It was far from a friendly smile, and it frightened you in a way.

“Just following restaurant policies, doll.” You shrugged, putting emphasis on the word “doll.” You rolled your eyes and pushed past her, finishing up your cleaning. When you turned around, they were all gone. You were proud of yourself for standing your grounds, even if she did intimidate you a little bit. You hung up your uniform and made your way outside, beginning your long walk back home.

Seeing Sylvia reminded you of Dallas, and after a long day at work you wanted nothing more than to see him, especially so you could tell him the way you handled today’s events. You were almost at his house when you hear a few footsteps behind you and someone clear their throat loudly. You gulped and turned around slowly, laying your eyes on Sylvia and her friends once again.

“We bought these for you, does this mean we can stick around and chat for a bit, doll?” She threw a box of donuts at you, followed by a cup of coffee. She put emphasis on the “doll”, mocking you from earlier. You jumped back as the hot liquid came in contact with your skin. You felt hopeless as you were clearly outnumbered, you had no idea what to do or say. “I just thought I’d let you know that it’s only a matter of time before Dallas gets tired of messing around with you and leaves you for someone else. He always comes back to me, and he always will.” She smirked, watching you frantically try to get the coffee off your clothing. Her words angered you, mostly because of the way she’s treated Dally in the past. You had a feeling that she was half the reason he acts the way he does, so cold and distant at times. You couldn’t hold yourself back as you stood up for him.

“Maybe now that he’s realized he can and is doing way better than a skank like you he won’t be coming knocking on your door anytime soon.” You spat, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Sylvia was not pleased to say the least. She let a small laugh escape her lips before she and her friends all came at you at once. They pulled at your hair and threw a few punches to your stomach and face. You felt someone kick you repeatedly and you tried everything you could to get them to stop but you just weren’t strong enough to take them all at once. You lay there bloody and bruised as they began to walk away, laughing cockily.

“Oh by the way, good luck hun! He’s a real handful, you’ll soon realize why I needed a bit of a change every now and then. You get tired of his attitude real quick.” She laughed once more and rolled her eyes, turning around and walking away. Tears streamed down your face as you stood up and began to make your way home before you heard an angry Dallas shouting after the girls. You were unsure of how much of the fight he had seen but you were glad he was there with you now.

“Dally.” You whispered, crying harder as you walked towards him.

“Babe, hold on a minute I need to go kick their heads in.” He muttered, beginning to run towards them. You grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“Dallas please don’t, you’ll make things worse. Just come help me clean up, please.” You begged, tugging on his arm for him to come in closer to you. He yanked his arm away and proceeded to go after the girls. Sylvia rolled her eyes as he approached them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, clenching his fists and he held himself back from punching her straight in the face.

“I’m doing you a favour.” She grinned. “We all know you’ll be back with me in a few weeks anyway.” She shrugged.

“What?” Dallas spat, walking closer to her until their faces were inches apart, his jaw clenched and his complexion blood red with anger.

“You do so much as lay a bitchy finger on her again and I swear I’ll be on you so quick you won’t even know what happened to you. And that goes for your friends too.” He stated, backing away from her. She shifted uncomfortably and began to walk away, the girls following her. “A little more jail time won’t do shit to me, so I’m not worried.” He shouted out to her with a smirk before rushing back over to your side.

Dallas was feeling a mix of emotions, anger, frustration and sadness. He didn’t like seeing you this way and he wished that he could have been there to stop it all before you got hurt. Unsure of what to do, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, petting your hair softly.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He stated awkwardly leading you inside as he didn’t know what to do to make you stop crying. You giggled softly at his reaction, the effort was all you needed to see. Dally cleaned you up and tucked you into bed, after an extremely long day you wanted nothing more than to be with him and to feel safe.

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Undercover Part 2: I’ll Always Be by Your Side

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to the Hydra agents that want Bucky.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some sexual assault (done by kidnapper), and then some smut (oral and penetration sex done by Bucky to reader)

A/N: People requested it, so I provided! 

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Cuddling with Captain Barbossa would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Aaawww Barbossa XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him impatiently waiting for the whole crew to be asleep so he can just grab you to him, only to always end up screaming at everybody to get to sleep and making you laugh as you’d figure out why

-Him looking over at you with a smirk and signalling you to come closer to him, only to yank you down the moment you are close enough

-Him grabbing your waist to pull you closer and holding you tightly to him, to be sure you won’t be able to escape him and making you hold onto his shoulders and neck

-Him chuckling but getting slightly pissed whenever you’d try to hold onto his waist and slide upwards to be the bigger spoon, as he’d instantly figure out your plan

-Him trying his best to pull you back down and the both of you slowly stopping to laugh as you’d both seriously try to be the bigger spoon, making you bicker for a long while

-Him putting a stop to all of it by wrapping his leg around you and tightening his grip as much as he can, making you weak and for him to always chuckle and taunt you for it

-Him speaking in a his small voice as he whispers to you about how much he missed holding you during the day and about how much he loves you, making you laugh and just so the others won’t hear or think that it’s him

-Him having the habit of reaching inside your clothes to feel you even more and smirking to himself whenever he thinks you hadn’t even noticed him

-Him usually letting Jack the monkey inside the room, only to be interrupted by him trying to fit in between you both and to get him in a bad mood and for you to laugh

-Him stroking your hair and just telling you to sleep and that if you don’t he’ll throw you overboard, making you laugh and kiss him goodnight

Aunts and Uncles [a Barry Allen imagine]

Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

Request: Could you write a story where the reader and Barry have been married for a while and they have twins who are like 4 now and there’s loads of fluff at star labs with the reader, Barry, Cisco and Caitlin. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

a/n: this was cute…i kinda……did it wrong, im sorry im an idiot

Four year olds can be very persuasive. When they want something, they got it. This is why your twin daughters are at S.T.A.R. Labs today. 

“Dadddddyyyy!“ Abby whines, tugging on Barry’s hand as he carries Nora. "Pick me up too!” she orders, pouting as she bounces up and down, red skirt flying. 

Barry sighs. Where were you when he needed - wait. At work. You’re at work. Nora clutches onto his maroon sweater, “He’s holding me. Right, daddy?” she frowns, batting her eyelashes. Of course they would put him in the middle of it. 

“Abb! Lil cutie!” Cisco coos, scooping up the four year old; she giggles, clutching his peach button down. “You know, I’ve missed you guys…” he sighs, tickling her black kitty shirt. She nuzzles her head into his tan neck. 

Caitlin squeals, heels clicking on the floor as she walks into the Cortex. “Auntie Cait!” Nora beams, suddenly forgetting about her dad, making grabby hands. The redhead takes Nora from Barry, setting the toddler on her hip, just above the waistline of her gray pencil skirt. 

The speedster sighs, watching Nora play with Caitlin’s glowing blue necklace before glancing at the engineer. “Hey! No sweets, Cisco!” Barry scolds, frowning while his friend throws the lollipop over his shoulder. Abby giggles faintly, covering her mouth, green eyes wide.  

“What? Psh… I wasn’t…“ Cisco babbles, waving his hand. Abby nods, silently calling her uncle out. "Hey! We had a deal!” he accuses, scrunching his eyebrows together. 

Nora pulls on Caitlin’s dark blue blouse, catching the doctor’s attention. “Can we see daddy run on the tr-tred-tread-” she gives up, pointing to the treadmill. Caitlin puckers her lips, shrugging and peering at Barry. Nora and Abby chant ‘yes’ (and maybe Cisco does to).

Barry sucks in a deep breath, flashing to change into his sweats. “Is that why you wanted to come?” he mumbles, yanking his navy shirt over his pale abs. His daughters nod, making Barry’s lips turn into a flat line. “Here I thought you wanted some time with daddy…” he grumbles under his breath, heading to the treadmill.