curls into a ball and rolls into the night

Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

Our Little Secret - Part Thirteen

Summary: Your and Dean’s fight hits you hard, you don’t know how to fix it, you don’t know how to talk it out and now you have to work a case that hits a little too close to home.

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s)/Square Filled: Touch Starvation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 6500

Warnings:language, fighting, angst, smut, oral, feels

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. I also love the debate that this made last night, it’s so special to see people invested enough in these characters that they pick sides. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me @atc74 and @sylverminx

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own


The tears stream down your face, hot and messy, you don’t bother to brush them away. You don’t know where you were planning on going, your feet are stuck here in the dimly lit parking lot as your eyes search, brain on overdrive trying to think of something, anything to make this better.

A hand on your shoulder makes you fling around, scared, you hadn’t heard Sam walk up behind you, “Y/N?”

You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around your friend and let him pull you against him as he tells you that everything is going to be alright.

His arms loosen and he pulls your face up, “Where are you going?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sob, the words tumbling out.

“Come on,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “nothing’s open now anyways.”

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femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader


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Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

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anonymous asked:

from the "drabble prompt list thingy" could you do Apodyopis with eggsy? thanks karley!!! :)

 eggsy unwin + apodyopis – the act of mentally undressing someone.

a/n; pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy? pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy

tags; @alexsunmners @rax-writes @mvximoff @paperclipmac @dicckgrayson

Originally posted by official-hartwin

The first day’s always the worst, you try and tell yourself as you walk into the Black Prince, pulling your pencil skirt down. It’ll get better, just gotta give it a few days.

Walking inside the pub, you’re almost immediately met with the overwhelming scent of liquor. Being it’s a Monday night, there are not many people in the pub, which is a plus for you. Your first day at your new job kinda made you want to curl up in a ball for a couple days.

You can feel the gaze of a couple of the men in the booths and elect to ignore them because all you really want right now is a cold beer and some time to clear your head. Besides, they’re all on the older side and you don’t roll that way. (Unless it’s a celebrity; then that’s a different story!)

You slide onto a bar stool and the bartender greets you warmly, informing you it’s not every day a woman frequents his pub, in which you laugh and tell him that it’s the only one near your new flat. He in return slides you a glass full of beer, in which he insists is on the house. (For first-timers, he said.)

Eggsy, on the other hand, has had a shitty day as well, but of course, for a completely different reason, which of course involves his god-awful stepfather. So he called his mates out for a drink, and that’s how he found himself there tonight.

Of course, he had noticed you right away when he walked in because when has a chick as hot as you been inside this dirty, old pub? And it became even more apparent when his mate kicked him on the shin from under the table.

“The fuck was that for?” Eggsy says in pain, as his friend laughs. “You’re a fuckin’ prick!”

“'cause I’m pretty sure you haven’t been listening to to me this entire time,” Ryan laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been checkin’ out that fine chick over at the bar.” 

Eggsy rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a smirk as he brings his glass to his lips and says,

“More like imaginin’ what her clothes would look like on my floor.”

“Oh, what, you plannin’ on banging her right next to your mom n’ Dean?” Jamal teases, causing Eggsy to chuckle.

“Tell you what,” Ryan says mischievously. “Twenty quid says you can’t even get her number.” He pulls out the cash as he says that, placing in the middle of the table.

Eggsy laughs and stands and pockets the money, and says,

“Watch and learn, boys.”

They chuckle as Eggsy shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to you, sliding into the vacant stool next to you. You spare him a look out of the corner of your eye and look forward as he starts ordering a drink for himself.

Eggsy turns to look at you for a second, before smiling and saying to the bartender,

“And fill the lady’s drink while you’re at it, mate!” 

At that, you turn to look at him directly now, as he uses the money from his friend to pay for your refill. You smile as he looks at you finally, and all you can think of is how goddamn attractive he is.

“I’m a big girl, you know,” You say with a laugh, pushing your half empty glass towards the bartender. “I can pay for a refill.”

“But I don’t see you denying it love,” Eggsy laughs, causing you to turn a little pink. “My name is Eggsy, and you are?”

You chuckle as you give him your name, and he offers his hand for you to shake. As the bartender gives you both your drinks, he says,

“So what brings a girl like you here on a Monday night?”

“First day at my new job. I think it’s safe to say I already hate it.” You answer, rubbing mindlessly at the lipstick on the rim of your glass. “And what brings a guy like you here on a Monday night?”

“Sounds like shit already, if you don’t mind me sayin’,” He laughs. “As for me? You know, just the standard, daddy issues n’ shit like that.”

You both can’t help but chuckle at that. During the next half and hour that you guys chat, you don’t deny the various refills he pays for and you certainly don’t mind the way he not-so-subtly gets touchy-feely with you. You’re well aware of his friends that he came in with, and you’re almost certain they’re getting fed-up with Eggsy not returning to their table.

“Well Eggsy, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning,” You announce, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “And I’m sure your mates are desperately missing you.” You add, acknowledging his friends.

“Those blokes? Nah, they aren’t,” Eggsy replies, standing with you. He then moves closer to you, not to where he’s invading your personal space, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat slightly. Eggsy removes his hand from his pocket and then traces his hand over the bare skin of your arm. “But you? Oh, I’ll be missin’ you, love.”

You swallow hard at the feel of his fingertips grazing your arm, and how he’s looking at you like he could just eat you up. It’s safe to say that you’ve both indicated the mutual attraction towards each other subtly and that neither one of you is opposed to making the night last a little longer. So that’s why you give him an almost sultry smile and say,

“How about you come ‘round to my place?”

At that, Eggsy smirks and loops his arm with yours, and says, 

“You just read my mind, love.”

It’s A Hate-Hate Thing {Lim Changkyun} ~Happy One Month!!~

Originally posted by wonhontology

Prompt: Y/N and Changkyun have been fighting for two years and their friends are tired of it, so they take matters into their own hands and handcuff Changkyun and Y/N together hoping it will help them get over whatever they have been fighting for, for the last two years, the only problem is: Y/N has no clue what is it herself.

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warning: smut, rough sex, 

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

**This is hands down the longest story I’ve written with an actual plot and smut scene~

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anon said : I would like to see bts reacting to their s/o cuddling them in their sleep and saying they love them (oh the fluff)

A/N: this is so cute I hope I do it justice :( 

Namjoon: He loved how warm you were snuggled against his chest, your breathing deep and even, little puffs of hair coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but run a hand through your hair lightly, smiling softly. He thought he’d woken you up because you mumbled a small “I love you” before curling even closer to him. However, your breathing remained even and deep, so he was assured you were still sound asleep. He couldn’t help but let out the ghost of a laugh, lightly kissing your head.

“I love you too Y/N.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Seokjin: You’d fallen asleep on him during movie night, your head resting against his shoulder as you snored quietly. Seokjin hadn’t said anything when he noticed you’d fallen asleep. Instead, he’d simply carried you bed, climbing in beside you. You turned, hugging him close to you and whispering “I love you” before nuzzling your face into his chest. He froze, unsure of what to do. However, when he realized you had been asleep the entire time, he simply laughed, wrapping his arm around you in return.

“I love you too baby.”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi: You’d fallen asleep on his studio couch waiting for him to finish what he was working on. He hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep until he’d finished and turned to see you curled into a ball at the end of the couch. He couldn’t help but laugh, walking towards you to wake you up. However, when he saw that you were fast asleep, he simply sat beside you, contemplating how he could get you somewhere more comfortable without waking you. He jumped when you rolled over, cuddling him and mumbling a quiet “I love you” that he almost didn’t catch. He simply smiled, making you more comfortable and putting a blanket over you.

“I love you too. Thank you for staying with me even though you were tired.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Hoseok: Late night dance practices weren’t uncommon, and you were used to staying up late to tell Hoseok goodnight. For some reason, though, tonight you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes open and you fell asleep on top of the duvet. 

Hoseok walked into the bedroom to see you fast asleep, your soft breaths filling the otherwise silent room. He smiled, quickly cleaning up before carefully pulling the duvet out from underneath you and placing it on top of you, climbing underneath it beside you. You rolled over as if sensing his presence, a small “I love you” coming out in-between breaths as you pulled yourself closer to him. He smiled softly at the sudden contact, planting a light kiss on your head.

“I love you too. Sleep well Y/N~”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: He was used to cuddling with you when the two of you fell asleep together. However, tonight seemed different. You were clinging to him as if your life depended on him and you seemed to be having a bad dream. His hand ghosted over your hair as he tried to soothe you. You finally seemed to calm down, your breathing becoming even and our face becoming calm, peaceful even. As you relaxed into his arms, a muffled “I love you” slipped through your lips. Taehyung smiled at your sleeping form.

“How did I get to so lucky? I love you too Y/N.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin: After a long day of practice, all he ever wanted to do was go home to you and fall asleep in your arms. Which is what he usually did, tonight being no exception. Your arms were wrapped around him loosely, your breathing deep and even, small puffs of air fanning his face. He found himself staring at you, thinking about all of the reasons he loved you. As if sensing his thoughts, you pulled him closer, your lips placed lightly against his neck as you whispered “I love you”. Jimin couldn’t help but tense, wondering if he’d woken you. However, he realized that your breathing had remained even and deep. A small giggled escaped him.

“I love you too, silly.’

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: He woke up to the feeling of you nuzzling your face into his back, your arms wrapping around him lazily. He kept still, unsure if you were awake or not. When you mumbled a small “I love you”, he leaned back into you slightly, whispering back a quiet “Hey, are you awake?” When you didn’t answer, he huffed out a small chuckle, turning to face you. Your breathing remained deep and even, and he simply wrapped his arms around you lightly so as not to wake you and placed a small kiss on your head.

“I love you too Y/N. I love you so much.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

with | for @righteousman

Dean wakes with a start.

It’s dark, he’s in his room. In his bed. Internal clock says it’s around 4 am. He’s lying on his side, and his face is wet. Dean doesn’t know what he’s dreamed, and he’s got zero desire to prob at his mind and find out. He didn’t sweat through his tee, so no nightmare.

He’s rolled away from Cas a little in his sleep, but Cas’ arm is still resting on his hip, the tips of his fingers grazing Dean’s soft belly. From the sound of his even breathing, Cas is still fast asleep. Dean inhales deeply and swallows, rubs at the tear tracks on his cheeks. This is stupid. Nothing bad even happened yesterday. He wasn’t sad when they went to bed. Okay so they didn’t have sex, and Dean sleeps better after sex. There’d been kissing, and then yawning interrupting the kissing, so they’d just called it a night and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Now, there’s an ache in Dean’s chest that makes him want to curl up in a ball, keep the world away.

Dean could get out of bed, let Cas sleep. Take a shower and hope his eyes won’t be red in the morning. Dean sniffs and rubs at his cheeks again, then rolls over and buries his face in Cas’ chest. Cas is sleeping naked as he usually does, and he smells like that stupid citrus soap he likes, and Dean’s eyes tear up all over again. He shuffles even closer, throws an arm around Cas’ thick waist, presses his nose into Cas’ skin. Closes his eyes, breathes.

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anonymous asked:

Relationship headcanons for shindou, aizawa, and todoroki ^^ thank you for taking your time to do this request!

Shindou You

  • Secretly likes it when you greet him with your small hands covering his eyes, leaning down and whispering “guess who?” into the whirl of his ear with a bright smile plastered on your face. He always takes a moment to humorously wonder who it could be, before guessing that it’s you. Once he had guessed correctly, he loves that you’d place a firm kiss on his cheek before coming to his line of vision. 
  • There are times where you will find Shindou looking over at you out of the blue, and has this enormous goofy smile on his face and casually tells you that he loves you. He laughs very affectionately when your cheeks start to color a crimson hue and ask him where that came from, but he tells you that it just felt right to say it and that you make him happy in a way that no one else can, and he loves you for that.
  • Shindou seems to really enjoy affections that come in many different forms. Whether it’s big or small, somewhere public or behind closed doors. He always finds himself enjoying your friendly initiative to link your arms around his, pressing his soft lips to your utterly kissable cheeks, indulging you to a warm standing embrace upon first meeting, and holding each other closely like it’s his last night on Earth under the covers together. He enjoys it all very much and honestly can’t get enough of it.

Aizawa Shouta

  • Prefers to have dates in the comfort of his apartment with your favorite takeout place and a movie playing behind the scenes while you both cuddle underneath a warm blanket and feed each other the things in your meal that the other person likes. Aizawa doesn’t have anything against going out for dates, but he feels the most comfortable when it’s just the two of you and there’s no one else around to interrupt his casual night in.
  • Sunny mornings with a rich aroma of fresh coffee brewing in a pot and the scrumptious smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filling the air of his apartment are one of his favorite things to wake up to. Although he appreciates you getting up early in the morning to cook him breakfast, he tells you that you don’t have to go through the trouble of doing it so often. While you’re cooking you’ll also find yourself being wrapped in his arms when you least expect it as well.
  • Aizawa doesn’t think that you’re awake when he gets in bed most nights after he’s done with his hero job, but every single night when he lays down beside you, he kisses you on the shoulder and tucks the covers around you to ensure that you’ll keep warm throughout the night. And it’s the little things that he does that makes you feel a tingly sensation in your stomach and makes you fall deeper in love with him.

Todoroki Shouto

  • Todoroki always thinks you become this adorable lump of sleepy in the morning or after taking nap, always murmuring to give you five more minutes as you’d roll over to curl into a ball and pull the blanket over your head. He thinks you’re just too cute for words that he can’t help but sometimes observe your sleeping countenance until the very moment you wake from your sweet slumber.
  • Before you both started dating, there were a couple of times where you would catch Todoroki looking at you with such adoration in his eyes but he always immediately looks away just before you notice him to avoid being caught, but you had always known that he was watching you from your peripheral vision. Now that you’re together, you’d catch him looking at you and smiling sometimes, and it makes your heart melt because it’s a smile that’s reserved only for you.
  • Not the best at accepting compliments or knows what to say afterward except an awkward thank you, but he always looks absolutely thrilled when you give it to him. He also tends to wear the same shirt/jacket on date nights that you had previously mentioned it suits him just to impress you, and he becomes genuinely heartbroken if a shirt you said looks really handsome gets stained or damaged.
Zukka Headcanon #2

Sokka is one of those starfish people in bed. The guy can take up one of the huge beds in the Fire Nation palace all by himself (somehow). like he just fills up all available space. But he’s not the kind of starfish person that kicks other people off of the bed or steals the sheets (okay maybe sometimes that, but who doesn’t at least once in their life). anyways, Sokka tends to kind of just include whoever is sharing his bed space with him. he’s the ultimate sleep cuddler.

Zuko, on the other hand, is very stiff and confined when he sleeps. actually, that’s a little bit of a lie because as soon as the nightmares start (and they come most nights, have been coming since his mom left) he starts moving around, bunching up the sheets and curling into a little ball and he wakes up with a sore back and a cramped neck a lot.

Sokka helps with that. he doesn’t even fully wake up most of the time, just sort of grunts and rolls over and onto Zuko, or curls around him and pulls him against his body. on the nights where even that doesn’t help, he wakes up as soon as Zuko leaves the bed and waits for him. sometimes, if Zuko is feeling up to it they play Pai Sho together or Sokka will tell Zuko old Water Tribe stories about the stars and the moon. they do that until the sun rises and chases the nightmares away.


Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”

Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex. 

Word Count: 2009

Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)

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I hate liars. (chapter 1)

Author’s note: ok so I have always wanted to write a mafia!AU. Like a whole universe that develops over multiple chapters and I don’t know why I just never came around to doing it. But there it is. This chapter is more exposition than anything else. It’s more in order to paint of picture of the villain and give the reader an idea of where the mc is at. Also just to see if it’s something you’d be interested in reading. This chapter is a little rough, I promise the next ones will be more polished. Anyway, I’m going to stop rambling now and I hope you enjoy. Please don’t hesitate to leave feedback ^-^

Genre: mafia!AU, graphic violence(if you’re not comfortable, do not read), mentions of death // female mc

Word count: 1684.

Summary: You never really knew how your father got involved in a gang but you knew what he did for a living, for the most part. When a rival gang comes to get what they’re due and your father refuses, everything turns to horror.

Originally posted by wooyoungbby

          “Reject me all you want, you’re still mine.” He wasn’t wrong. And it ate you up inside. It made your heart burn with hate and disgust and yet, you couldn’t do anything about it. Not now at least.

          About two weeks ago, as you were working reception at your dad’s restaurant, he suddenly came rushing through the door, urging you to go hide in the back. “And do not come out. Under any circumstance, you hear me?” you nodded rapidly, scurrying through the kitchen to find the employee’s lounge. You chose the second-to-last locker, crawled your way inside and tried your best to find a comfortable position. It was cramped but you managed to sit down as you clasped the metal lock, keeping the door from opening. You knew of your father’s profession. When you were a little girl, he tried hiding everything from you. He kept you as far away from his business as he could. And for a while, he succeeded. But on your sixteenth birthday, when your parents didn’t show up for dinner, you went to find them at your family’s restaurant. You could have never imagined the scene you’d stumble unto. There he was, sitting on the floor, in a pool of blood. Your mom’s blood. He was holding her limp body against his chest, sobbing into the crook of her neck. You froze at the door, unable to take a single step. You felt the air in your lungs become rare and realized you had stopped breathing. You inhaled loudly, causing your father to stiffen in his spot. “You coming back to finish the job, try to get rid of the entire gang? What? Killing my wife wasn’t enough for you?” You could hear the venom dripping from his tongue. He slowly looked up, absolute rage emanating from every cell of his body. When he finally realized you were the one standing at the door, you saw the clear conflict in his eyes. He so badly wanted to get you out of there but it was absolutely impossible for him to leave his wife. You walked towards him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder as all the tension in his body seemed to evaporate under your warm touch. That night, for the first time in your life, you saw your father cried. That night you helped him bury your mother’s body in the backyard and you cleaned her blood off the floor. That night, in front of your father, not a single tear rolled down your cheek. Afterwards, you showered, once, twice, three times. After the third time, your skin was starting to be raw and as you turned the water again to take a fourth shower, you couldn’t stand under the hot steaming water. You put on some nice pajamas, pitifully made your way to your room and crawled into bed. You crawled under the covers and curled into a ball, bringing your knees to your chest. You breathed in the scent of the laundry your mom always used and everything you had kept bottled up for your father’s sake came crashing down in a wave of sorrow. That night, you cried yourself to sleep.

          Stuck in your locker, you thought back to that night. The moment you realized what your father really did. The restaurant wasn’t the job he had always dreamed of, it was a front for the deals he was doing out the back door. You heard the front door open and muffled voices talking amongst themselves. The voices quieted down and you heard your father’s voice very distinctively. “I don’t know what you’re looking for, but you won’t find it here.” Dry laughter. That sound sent a shiver down your spine. Not the kind of shiver that invigorates you but the kind that makes every muscle in your body tense up. “You know very well what we’re here for, old man. I told you the last time we saw each other that if you or any of your boys stepped foot in MY territory, I’d take her as a token of your good faith that it’d never happen again.” You heard heels clicking on the tiles of the kitchen. The sound was coming closer and closer. Your heart beat so fast you thought it could explode at any second. You closed your eyes trying to calm down. “I remember you agreeing to those terms. You did have a gun pointed at your temple, but still, you could have refused.” You could almost hear the smirk spreading across the man’s face. You had no idea what he looked like but you could only imagine a pitiful and bitter sorry excuse for a man. “And leave my daughter an orphan?” The footsteps grew further away and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Now she’ll have a father and a husband. Lucky girl.” A husband? What was he rambling on about? You heard a loud sigh and then a deafening bang coming from the kitchen. “Now where is she? I’m getting impatient.” “I’m telling you she’s not here.” An audible whoosh cut through the air as you heard a loud thud followed by a groan. “I did not come here wanting to hurt you, I swear. But if you keep lying to me, this is not going to end well.” “I’m telling you she-she’s not here.” You heard the man sigh heavily again before another swoosh whipped through the air. You gasped when you heard the impact. The sound was unmistakable. He was beating your father to a pulp. You covered your mouth and closed your eyes, waiting for their conversation to continue. You heard faint footsteps come closer and dissipate as they entered the carpeted room you were in. You held your breath, trying your very best not to make a sound. A sudden light came rushing in and you felt someone grab onto your hair, pulling you harshly towards the kitchen. You grabbed the hand that was dragging you, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes as the pain tore through you. The man threw you down next to your father and you crawled over to him. His right eye was so swollen, you wondered if your father could even see. The entire right side of his face was covered with blood and two of his front teeth had fallen out. He looked miserable. “Dad…” you barely managed to whisper, choked up. The man that had dragged you over here squatted down in front of you, holding his balance with a baseball bat. You glanced over and saw blood dripping from the wooden tip of the bat. A sick smile spread across his face as he looked at your tear-stained face. His hand approached your face, wanting to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you flinched away. A slight scoff escaped his lips as he slapped you straight across the face. You fell down right next to your father, your cheek heating up. “You shouldn’t be afraid of your husband, sweetheart, that’s not how we do things around here.” You felt a weight on the top of your head, forcing your head into the ground. You tried fighting against it, but the more you fought, the more pressure he applied and the more you felt like your spine was going to snap in half. “Hyungnim, I think we should go. Your…” the man to whom the voice belonged to approached the sorry excuse for a human being who was quite literally stepping on you. “Your father will want you home soon.” You heard a loud scoff and the weight was lifted off your head. You tentatively looked up at the two men, standing only a meter away from you. The man who was the reason for all of this was quite short, jet black hair and a scar that ran across his face. His face was filled with anger and what looked like disgust. He looked down at you and your eyes darted to the man who had stopped him. His blond hair fell messily onto his forehead, slightly covering his beautiful slanted eyes. You noticed every little thing about him. From the tiny mole right under his right eye down to his soft plump lips. Your eyes met for a second and you swore his were filled with pain, regret, and what looked like empathy. He slightly nodded, like he acknowledged the pitiful situation you were in and tried to give you a tiny bit of comfort. You looked back at the ground, not daring to look back at the bully that had turned your father’s face into a battlefield. The blonde man helped you up, guiding you towards the exit. You looked back at your father and tried to get out of the man’s grasp to get back to him but his grip on your waist tightened. You looked at him, anger in your eyes and he shook his head. “Go without a fight. For him.” You looked back once more, leaning into the man for support this time and mouthed an “I love you”. Your dad smiled and did the same. As you stepped outside, you looked for what seemed like their leader, only to realize he had not come out yet. You glanced back one last time before you heard it. One single gunshot. You crumbled to the ground as the man next to you softened your fall. Your eyes were fixated on the doors to the restaurant. Until the very last second, you hoped to see your father come out, a pistol in hand but that isn’t what you saw. You saw a spiteful child come out kicking the door open with his foot, smiling ear to ear. He kept walking until he reached your level and stopped right next to you. With a slight chuckle he said. “I hate liars. Remember that." 

Kim Samuel Harry Potter AU

  • 500% a ravenclaw
  • values knowledge, but also understands the necessity of hard work
  • is literally perfect in everything he does
  • he’s halfblood, but was raised in a wizarding household
  • nicknamed “the brightest wizard of our generation”
  • like literally the new hermione granger
  • but you’re not in ravenclaw for your sharp intelligence or love of books
  • oh no boo you’re in ravenclaw for that firecracker wit
  • snarky and sassy af, people know not to get on your bad side
  • on the first day of school, you and samuel ended up in the same carriage on the hogwarts express
  • he as the first friend at hogwarts you made
  • and when you two were sorted into the same house, you were both overjoyed
  • you become best friends, never seen without the other
  • during your second year, he decides to join the quidditch team and of course you support him
  • you help him practice for tryouts even though you’re not great at flying
  • you find yourself slowly falling for him,,, he’s just so kind to you and of course he’s handsome and intelligent and skilled
  • but you wouldn’t do anything to put your friendship in danger, so you don’t say anything
  • during the summer, you ask your parents if you can go over to his house occasionally
  • your family is a muggle family, and his parents immediately want to meet yours
  • they get along pretty well (and of course make a couple jokes about you two dating)
  • “mom, oh my god, you’re so embarrassing!”
  • since samuel lives in a wizarding community, you’re able to practice quidditch with him
  • it’s more like you throwing quaffles into the air and him chasing after them
  • once he’s tired out, the two of you head inside 
  • he’s all sweaty and gross and keeps trying to hug you lmao
  • your parents and his become really good friends, to the point where they’ll visit his parents even if you’re not going over to samuel’s house
  • you return to school and you’re both excited to begin a new school year
  • samuel drags you to flourish and blotts when you go shopping at diagon alley, super eager to get his hands on the new textbooks
  • samuel also gets chosen to be a ravenclaw prefect
  • and you feel a bit awkward, because it’s the first time you’ve taken the hogwarts express alone, as he had to check in with the other prefects
  • the routines that you were so used to with samuel, like stopping by the library after dinner, have all changed
  • and for the winter ball, he ends up going with his prefect partner 
  • you’re slightly pissed that he didn’t even think of asking you, but you ignore it
  • you end up going with takeda kenta, one of your friends from hufflepuff 
  • during the ball, kenta goes to grab drinks and you sit down, taking a break from all the dancing
  • “you didn’t tell me you were going with takeda kenta” samuel said stiffly, taking a seat next to you
  • “yeah, well, you didn’t tell me you were going at all,” you replied, shrugging
  • “yeah, well,” he snapped, obviuosly getting mad, “you didn’t ask”
  • “Kim samuel, why the hell should i ask my best friend if he’s going to the yule ball?”
  • kenta was returning with drinks, but when he saw the two of you arguing he turned around and walked away quickly
  • “you shouldn’t just go with the first guy who asks you, though,” samuel argued back, crossing his arms, “you never know what kenta’s motives might be”
  • “oh god, don’t bring kenta into this,” you groaned, “he’s literally a sweetheart, don’t be an asshole”
  • “Oh my god,” samuel rolled his eyes, “i’m not being an asshole, you just need to be more careful and aware”
  • you glared at him, standing up, “i can take care of myself, kim samuel”
  • you stormed back to the ravenclaw dorms, furious that your night had been ruined
  • after wiping your makeup off and changing into your pyjamas, you curled up into bed, crying
  • the dorm was empty, since all of your dormmates were still at the ball
  • “(y/n)?” you heard samuel say softly
  • you rolled over onto your side and pulled the covers over your head
  • “(y/n), I’m sorry for being a jerk,” he apologized, sitting on your bed next to you. “i was just jealous of kenta and i expressed that badly.”
  • you rolled over onto your other side, looking up at him suspiciously
  • he sighed, grabbing a tissue and wiping your tears away
  • “i’m sorry for making you cry,” he said quietly, shifting so that he was lying on the bed as well
  • he wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his chest comfortably, a position the two of you were familiar with
  • (you would have sleepovers and such during the summers)
  • samuel started to play with your hair, gently carding his fingers through your hair
  • “(y/n), I like you,” samuel said quietly as you felt your eyes growing heavy. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
  • you sighed, looking up at him
  • “i like you too, idiot,” you smiled, snuggling further into him
  • you two fell asleep like that in your bed, cuddling each other
  • you two are the cuddle couple ™
  • when you start taking different classes as upperclassmen, he waits for you outside of your classroom, hugging you and giving you a quick kiss as you leave the classroom
  • in the mornings when you’re especially tired from a long night of studying, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you eat slowly
  • lee daehwi, another one of sam’s friends in hufflepuff, will sometimes laugh at how whipped samuel is for you
  • your parents and his are overjoyed at the news that you’re dating
  • and probably start planning your wedding as soon as they find out
  • just a generally cute and pure couple wowowow
Just Roommates (Part 3)

Originally posted by jensen-jay

Summary: Sam calls reader back to the bunker for an emergency and things come to a head…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: lots of language

A/N: Sorry, not sorry…

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (13)

Part 13 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,103 (Sorry🙊)

IMPORTANT NOTE: There are different Points of View (P.O.V.) In this part, but the text will remain in the past tense and third person. The italic text in this particular part is a flashback.

Jongin’s POV:

Two loud bangs rang out into the dark sky.

“Y/N! Y/N! Answer me Y/N!” He shouted but there was no answer. Now he felt a sense of dread sink into the pit of his stomach; he was just beginning to warm to her, just beginning to like her.  He was beginning to feel safe in her presence and was planning to open up to her about things bugging him, things that he had to explain to someone, about why he was here and why he was doing what he was doing, but all of that was taken away from him in the blink of an eye and now he had to explain to Chanyeol what happened and how he had fucked up severely. He struggled standing up on his feet, growling in pain. He had twisted his ankle on the way down and it seemed as though it was pretty bad. He began to limp away from the building, he had to get out of here before it blew up, then he heard a voice calling from the window.

“Jongin! Please wait!” He whipped his head up to the fifth floor. She was standing there in her underwear and a pouch crossed around her body. He smiled involuntarily; limping back towards the window he stretched his arms skywards.

“I’ve got you Y/N just jump, it’s okay.” She took a deep breath nodding, positioning herself close to the edge of the ledge, letting herself drop down into the night sky, falling directly on top of him in the bushes.
“Ouch” she cried rubbing herself and shivering in the cold.

“I’m so glad you’re alive or Chanyeol would’ve killed me.” He laughed a little bit despite the seriousness of the situation.

He held her at arm’s length and frowned when he realised specks of blood spritzed across her half naked body. “Y/N…”
She blinked at him lifelessly and quietly.
“Look we need to go, before this place blows up, quickly.” He stood up almost falling back down again, the pain in his ankle was excruciating. He took hold of her hand limping away from the building as fast as his ankle would allow him. Moments later and they were being dragged up into the SUV.
All eyes were on her, everyone was confused particularly Chanyeol, who was especially worried.

“Y/N where are your clothes?”Junmyeon asked in a low voice, all of the guys still looking at her intently.
She didn’t reply.
“Y/N what happened, why are you splattered in blood?”
Still no answer.
The majority of the hotel building was alight now, it lit up the dark sky as though it were the blazing sun.
“Step on it Chanyeol, we need to get out of here.”Junmyeon said, turning his attention to the driver’s seat. Chanyeol turned the key and began to drive, when suddenly he stopped abruptly switching off the engine.
“Chanyeol, what are you doing! Drive!” Kyungsoo shouted, banging the back of the driver’s seat.

“My dad! I have to go back for him!” Chanyeol opened his car door jumping out.

“Don’t be fucking stupid Chanyeol get back in here now!” Minseok screamed opening his car door.

“I can’t. Just leave without me. I need to get him!”

“What the fuck is he playing at!?” Jongin shouted, rubbing soothing circles into her back panic consuming him whole as he began to wind down his window, shouting at Chanyeol who was running back towards the burning building.
“Get back here Chanyeol, what are you doing, you’ll never get out alive from there, neither of you will, just come back!” But still he began to run picking up his pace and not looking back towards the car.

“We need to go! We need to go now!”Kyungsoo quickly undid his seatbelt and ran to the front seat of the car, switching on the engine again and moving the car forward

“Are you mad?! we can’t fucking leave him Kyungsoo!”Junmyeon shouted, looking in the rear view mirror at Chanyeol.
Minseok jumped down from the moving vehicle, rolling onto the ground and removed a knife from his back pocket rapidly. 

“Minseok! What the f—Minseok just jumped!” Jongin shouted, still cradling her in his arms, the shock of this all was too much for her and she was no longer moving, no longer speaking or even crying, but just blinking and looking at nothing in particular. He tried to cover her ears with his hands to try and block out all the noise, but at this point he was wondering if trying to protect her even mattered after so much had happened to her.

“I told you to stop Park Chanyeol. I told you to fucking stop!” Minseok tossed the knife forward in one swift movement, stabbing Chanyeol in the calf. Chanyeol screamed and sunk down to the ground. Minseok ran up to him quickly, dragging the tall man over his shoulder.

“Reverse Kyungsoo!” Junmyeon shouted. Everything was a blur, it was hectic and all of the men were beginning to crack under pressure. “I said reverse this damn car Kyungsoo!”

“Alright! I’m fucking reversing it!” Kyungsoo screamed back, reversing the car quickly. Junmyeon jumped down from the front seat and helped Minseok to carry Chanyeol into the SUV. Running back to the front seat he banged his fist on the dashboard.

“Now step on it!” Kyungsoo didn’t need to be told twice, pushing the gas pedal down the furthest it would go, he drove them away from the vicinity of the hotel, skidding around corners and mounting on and off of pavements.

Minseok slapped Chanyeol across the face, anger consuming him whole, his face was red with rage and he was shaking violently
“Next time you try to pull a stupid stunt like that Park Chanyeol, I’ll make sure the knife goes through your fucking heart!”



It was a day after the incident. Nobody spoke to each other when you returned, apart from Jongin and Chanyeol who were being treated by Baekhyun. You found yourself in Yixing’s room curled up into a ball rocking yourself backwards and forwards. He asked you what was wrong multiple times, but you didn’t reply, you were just trying to shut yourself out. You woke up the next morning looking down at your body, peppered with dried blood and a tear-stained face. You were still half-naked and you were cold. Remembering last night, tears began to roll down your eyes again. You felt a warm blanket being wrapped around you, you looked up to see Yixing smiling at you, dressed in only tracksuit bottoms, you looked at his naked torso and the stitch under his breast bone, if only you had stitched it a few minutes later then you wouldn’t have left his room when you did, you wouldn’t have heard Junmyeon’s conversation, you wouldn’t have been where you were when you were and you wouldn’t have done what you did.

Why were you always in the wrong place at the wrong time?

“Hey, I didn’t want to wake you.” Yixing smiled at you softly, taking a seat beside you on his carpet and stroking your back comfortingly.

“Y/N I- I’m worried about you, what happened to you last night…are you okay?” he looked at you through concerned eyes, lines setting into his forehead ever so slightly as he knitted his eyebrows together. You looked back at him for a while and then burst out crying, sobbing into his shoulder. He held you close to him, quietly shushing you and rubbing your back a little quicker. “Hey, shh it’s okay take your time.” You couldn’t control your sobs, you were crying hysterically now and shaking violently, taking advantage of the warmth of Yixing’s body.

“Yixing I’m –I’m a monster.” You pulled your face away from his shoulder and looked up at him. Wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb he nodded at you, encouraging you to carry on.

“Yixing I –I killed the professor.” You looked down at your blood stained body shaking hysterically.

“You did what?” You heard a voice at the door say catching you and Yixing off guard. You both turned around quickly to see Minseok storming over to you, grabbing you by the arm he pulled you up off the floor and dragged you towards the door. “You’re coming with me now!”

“Minseok, no wait! She’s still in shock.” You heard Yixing call, following the both of you out of the room. You were being dragged into the board, one of you least favourite places in this house. Everyone apart from Jongdae was present and all eyes were set on you. You realised you were still half naked and covered in the dry blood of the professor. Minseok threw you towards Junmyeon and banged his fist on the table.

“Tell him what you just told Yixing!” Minseok hissed at you. You were shaking and were sure you were about to have a break down.

“Minseok, please stop this, can’t you see the state she’s in.” Yixing said positioning himself behind you and rubbing your back.

“Oi, what is that?” Baekhyun frowned pointing at Yixing’s wound. All of the other boys turned to look aswell, frowning just as deeply.

“That’s not relevant right now. Y/N tell them what you fucking told Yixing!” You continued to shake, you couldn’t speak, you felt paralysed, so you couldn’t even bring your legs to run out of the room and as far away as you could.

“Damn it Minseok, is it really that urgent that you couldn’t allow her to have a shower and get dressed first.” Junmyeon shook his head, removing his jacket and draping it over you, trying to save you some modesty and dignity, whatever left there was of it. He sat you down in the chair next to himself making sure you were breathing a bit better.

Sehun waved his hand in the air, trying to grab everyone’s attention.
“First I want to know what exactly happened, and why the fuck was the Hilton hotel on fire this morning on the news.” leaning back in his seat he looked around the room. Kyungsoo turned to look at Sehun with his usual blank expression.

“We found the produce room, the plan was to originally burn the produce, control the fire and get out of there, but by the time we burnt the produce, there were loads of armed men outside, I guess Red was prepared, we took half them out but by then the fire had spread too far out of control, we had to get out of the room, so did the rest of Red’s men. I guess nobody wanted to burn alive.” He smiled coyly, making your stomach stir; this was no time for jokes. Sehun rolled his eyes and drummed his fingers against the table.

“You think this is funny Soo?” Chanyeol breathed, looking up at him through angry eyes, that were streaming with tears. “My dad was in that building, and now he’s fucking gone! He’s gone Kyungsoo, because you guys couldn’t do your fucking job properly.”

“Oi! Don’t you dare fucking blame us for this shit! We couldn’t control the situation.” Kyungsoo stood up from his seating towering over Chanyeol and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, his knuckles had turned white and his face red. It was beginning to get rowdy again, a room full of testosterone filled men and you could feel the tensions running high. Almost stifling you.

“My dad is dead Kyungsoo! My father is dead!” He screamed hysterically pushing Kyungsoo in the chest and sending him crashing to the ground.

“And what Chanyeol!?” Minseok shouted “People die, get over it! He was going to end up dying anyway. Everyone here has experienced it so maybe it’s about time one of yours died too. Stop acting like a spoilt little prima donna.” You heard gasps sound from around the room. Tears were spilling down Chanyeol’s cheeks and he was staring at Minseok in shock.

“Minseok, that was low…” Yixing said shaking his head, still rubbing your back and trying to comfort you at the same time.

“Shut up Yixing, it was going to happen he was going to die, everyone around this table is going to die sooner rather than later right? And you want to know what your perfect little princess over there did huh?” He pointed at you but  kept his eyes on Chanyeol. “ She shot the fucking professor! Not so perfect now is she? And I bet you she left the gun behind.” He looked at you waiting for you to answer, giving you a chance to deny it, but you didn’t.
“Of course you did, stupid bitch.” He scoffed, raising his eyes skywards and throwing his hands up in the air. “I told you Junmyeon! I told you this would all go so fucking wrong! But you didn’t listen to me, none of you ever listen to me. No one in this damn house shows me any fucking respect!” He pulled a gun out of his back pocket and shot a whole through the centre of the table. Causing everyone to jump and move back, you were scared beyond belief, there was no telling what Minseok would do in that foul mood, holding a loaded gun.
“Why the fuck are you guys always defending her?! Because she’s a woman? You think because she’s pretty you should throw our profession out of the window suddenly? Well I don’t fucking buy that shit! We are bad men, that’s who we are and that will never change I don’t know why all of your attitudes are changing suddenly since she’s arrived. We should’ve killed her when she first got here!” He pointed his gun at you.

 “Minseok! Put that down!” Junmyeon shouted at him, also pulling out a gun from his back pocket and rising from his chair.

“And if I don’t?” He smirked wickedly, showing a row of white teeth. “I’m sick and tired of following your orders Junmyeon.” He said raising his gun to Junmyeon’s eye level. The room fell silent, you could hear a needle drop.

“Minseok. Please put it down.” Sehun whispered slowly rising from his chair. “Just please put it down, you’re just angry that’s all, just put it down.” He slowly reached over removing the gun from Minseok’s grip and sliding it across the table to Jongin. You heard everyone let out their breath in unison, Sehun began escorting Minseok out of the room away from everyone else.
Minseok paused for a moment looking over his shoulder at you,
“You better pray that fire destroyed that gun and all of your evidence, because I’m telling you now if it’s traced back to you none of us are helping you out of this one.” He gave you a twisted smile before disappearing from the room. 

Your heart began to race, and you felt sick your head was spinning and you couldn’t think of anything better than being dead right now. It took a moment for everyone to recollect themselves, apart from Chanyeol who was staring at you and still crying furiously. At this point you didn’t know if he was crying because of his father or because of the monster you had apparently become. You were no longer the innocent friend he had grown to adore so much, you were just like them, you were just like him. You were A monster.

Kyungsoo looked over at Jongin.  
“What happened with you guys. Is what Minseok says true?” He pointed at you, pulling a disgusted face.
Jongin sighed looking at you, as though wondering if he should tell the others. 

“I don’t know I think so, I just –We were in the main hall, talking to the professor and Red then I left her so she could do her thing. I tried finding her on the 1st floor and I couldn’t, so I had to go to the front desk and ask them to check their CCTV cameras to find my ‘wife’ it showed her getting off on the 5th floor. So I got up there as fast as I could, but when I got there Red knew who I was and that I worked for Genesis, and it kind of just all got a bit messy from there. One thing led to another. Red ran downstairs before I could stop him, The Professor had been shocked with the taser and we had to jump out of the window to escape since we couldn’t get out any other way. I jumped first, I waited for Y/N but then I heared these two loud bangs so I panicked because I thought he shot her, but then she jumped and I –my ankle –it was all just a fucking mess.” Jongin groaned clutching onto his hair tightly and leaning back into his seat.

You shifted in your seat slightly holding Junmyeon’s jacket closer to your body and allowing your head to rest upon Yixing’s shoulder who was now sat in a seat beside you.

“Hey Y/N do you mind telling us what happened?” Baekhyun said softly, giving you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay we won’t be mad.” You shifted your gaze to Kyungsoo, who put his hands up in the air.

“I won’t be mad either…I’m sure you had a valid reason. You don’t strike me as someone who just shoots another man when they’re feeling bored.” You let out a short breath and let the tears stream down your eyes as you began to talk. Yixing using his thumbs to wipe your tears away again, earned a less than impressed look from Chanyeol.

“I –I was about to jump down after Jongin when he pulled me back off of the ledge by the wrist.”

“You’re not going anywhere you fucking bitch!” You felt a hand grab you back as you crashed on the ground screaming.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you!?” Jongin shouted.
You looked up and saw the professor standing above you with a gun in his hand, you screamed and cried, your voice hoarse and your throat sore. Standing to your feet you begged and pleaded for him to put the gun down.

“Shut up you bitch.” The professor hissed raising his gun higher. “It’s a shame, I was really looking forward to tonight’s activities darling, any last words?”

“Yes.” You said reaching for the taser in your pouch and shooting the professor with it. He dropped to the ground the second time that night, His gun sliding towards you. Without thinking you picked it up and shot at him on impulse.
Two loud bangs rang out across the room and into the darkness beyond the window.

One in the chest and one in the head. The blood of the professor spraying on you as you did. You dropped the gun on the floor in shock, registering what you just did. You just killed a man. You had just murdered someone. Your hands began to tremble

“Y/N! Y/N!” Jongin shouted “Answer me Y/N!”

But you couldn’t answer him, you were in a fixed state of shock and hysteria, you began hyperventilating; shaking violently. You fell to the ground next to the gun you had just dropped. But you had to get it together, you needed to get out of this building now, if not for yourself, but for Jongin, so he could get to safety so you took five deep breaths, getting to your feet you climbed along the window sill and positioned yourself at the edge above the bushes.

“Jongin! Please wait!”

You paused for a moment looking at the blood stains that still remained on your body.

“It’s okay Y/N you had no other choice.” Junmyeon said soothingly “It was you or him, you did the right thing okay.”

But you didn’t feel as though you did the right thing, you felt dirty and corrupt as though your soul had turned black, who even were you anymore? The more you thought about it the more upset it made your stomach. You bent your head forward involuntarily and vomited into Junmyeon’s jacket.

“I’m sorry.” You looked up at him through sad, red eyes. You were so tired you just wanted sleep. You wanted to sleep for eternity and never wakeup.

“It’s okay.” Junmyeon smiled at you reassuringly “Go and clean yourself up Y/N. Somebody help her please.” You stood up slowly, so that you didn’t tip the vomit on the jacket onto the floor, Yixing stood up following closely behind you.

“Oh no not you. You need to explain to me what the heck that is.” Junmyeon said pointing at Yixing’s wound.

“I’ll go.” Baekhyun said, rushing over to you and helping you to the bathroom.


After having your shower Baekhyun took you to the living room, a part of the house that you had never been in before, you were lying motionlessly on the couch, staring at a film on the television screen, but not really watching it at the same time. You felt as though time had stopped as though you were just floating between life and death you weren’t really sure what was going on with you but you were desperately trying to find your way out of this hole that you were being sucked into emotionally. It was dark outside when you decided you were done watching TV, you told Baekhyun that you wanted to be alone tonight, you just felt more comfortable that way so he took you back to the dusty room that he took you to a couple of days before, Jongdae’s dried blood still stained the carpet. Oops you thought yourself, you had forgotten to clean it. Moments after Baekhyun left you heard a knock on the door, you hesitated a while, what if it was Sehun standing outside again.

“Y/N are you awake? Baekhyun said you were here. It’s Jongin.” You breathed slowly, feeling a sense of relief run over you. You stood up to open the door, letting Jongin in and stepping back. Closing the door behind him, he scooped you into a hug which lasted a short while. You both hung on to each other in silence, you needed the comfort but you were so worn out and had no more tears left to cry.

“They didn’t hurt you did they? The Professor and Red?” He rubbed your shoulder, looking at you intently.

“No. You came just in time. A moment later and they would’ve…”He dragged you into a hug again squeezing you tightly.

“Did I tell you that I’m glad you’re alive?” Jongin whispered into your ear, sliding his hands up and down your back. “For a moment I thought you were gone and I felt so guilty. I know I’ve killed a lot of people in my life, but that made me feel so uncomfortable in myself. There are so many things I wanted to tell you, I needed someone to listen to all this shit I have on my chest and you’re the only one who’ll do that. I’m glad you killed him Y/N. I’m glad you killed the professor. Thank you for staying alive.” He pulled you away from his body slightly so that he could look into your eyes. It was an intense stare, full of something you had never seen before and you couldn’t quite recognise what it was, but before you even had a chance to figure it out, you felt Jongin’s soft lips against yours for the third time in the space of under 24 hours, but this time it wasn’t acting and this time you found yourself kissing him back. His smell was intoxicating and his lips were warm against yours. He dragged you closer to his body by your hips and your wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper than you were before. Suddenly you felt a cold air between the two of you as Jongin ripped you away, the sensation of nothingness replacing where his lips were moments before.
“I’m so sorry.” He breathed “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you in this vulnerable state. You should get some sleep Y/N I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
You allowed yourself to drop down onto the bed behind you. You were so confused your emotions were a mess. Killing the professor, avoiding Chanyeol and now kissing Jongin, what was going on with you?

You heard a knock on the door. The thought of Jongin coming back for more exciting you for reasons beyond your understanding. You jumped up to your feet, running over to the door and opening it swiftly. However Jongin wasn’t the one standing on the other side.

“I thought I saw the light on.” He hissed stepping into the room closer to you, making you back away.
“What the fuck are you doing in here! This room doesn’t belong to you, you stupid bitch! ANSWER ME!” He threw you against the wall, slamming his fist on the space beside you.
“You shouldn’t be in here! You’re not supposed to be in here!”

You cowered away from him, crying helplessly.

“Minseok please, don’t hurt me!”


cover credit to: bangtanmaru

summary: A new vigilante is taking the limelight in town, and he goes by the name of Spiderman. Jeon Jungkook lives a double life where in school, he’s a science geek who’s best friends with the beautiful, popular star student Y/N, and out of school, he’s the next rising superhero. One night, he falls under the radar of a notorious villain and realizes that he can’t live his double life forever. 

genre: angst/action; spiderman!au

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: Okay, so this was inspired by a request to write a drabble of Jungkook as spiderman, but I got VERY carried away and well, here we are. I’m still not sure whether or not I want this to be a series or not. :/

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A Flash Drive (Seven Minutes In Heaven With Seventeen)

(A/N: Another big bag of marshmallow fluff. this is way later than i intended it, but this time i think that’s a good thing. i had time to come back to it with fresh eyes and it turned out better because of that. i’m very proud of this one. i hope you enjoy it. there is some warnings for light groping, i guess? it’s not really smut, i don’t think, but be warned. groping. also, the song i used was Can’t Stand It by NeverShoutNever - really brings me back to my emo days. such a cute song (i love it in vine edits) and i thought it was perfect here. thank you to the person who recommended it. i hope you all enjoy this next part of seven minutes in heaven because i am enjoying writing them. also there’s a link to the intro in case you still haven’t read it and need to. -Tanisha<3)

The Introduction 

You were surprised when you pulled a flash drive from the pillow case. It was small and rounded at the edges, a bright white colour with a thing that did the slidey when you pushed it. You pushed it with your finger a couple of times as you stared at it, wondering if there was anything on it.

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Was He Hot? Very. (Peter Parker/Spider-Man Imagine)

Aunt May is more like the Civil War Aunt May, but Peter can be whichever actor you prefer. 


I hope you enjoy!!

Originally posted by star-wcrs

Originally posted by fuckthishitimgoingtonarnia

There was a crowd gathering in a circle and you pushed through to see what the commotion was. But what did you expect? Eugene “Flash” Thompson was, yet again, tormenting that kid, whom was coincidentally your neighbor, Peter Parker. You rolled your eyes. Bullying was so stupid. 

“Eugene!” You shouted through the endless cheering from the crowd. “Eugene!” You yelled out a tad bit louder. He pulled back his kick from Peter and gave you a look. “Did you do your homework last night? The last time you came to me for tutorials, I was greatly disappointed.” He began to babble an excuse but you just tilted your head at him, “How about we get to class? Yeah? How about it?” He rolled his eyes and muttered a whatever before hobbling away. 

You began to follow, blending away into the crowds of kids. Your friends swarmed around you, quietly praising you for stopping Flash, but you turned around to look at Peter who was curled up into a ball, reaching for his camera. As much as you wanted to turn around and help him, your friends kept you in the middle of their group, disabling you from leaving. 

When you got home, you noticed that Peter’s Aunt May was going inside their apartment. “You’re Peter’s aunt right?” You asked, your key inside your door already. She turned and looked at you then nodded. “Oh, um… Peter got beat up at school today. I just thought that maybe you should know.” 

“Did Peter get some good hits in?” She asked with a smile but in her eyes you saw the worry. You nodded. “That’s my kid.” 

As the sunset, you got ready for bed. You were putting on your pajama shirt when you heard your window open. You quickly turned and saw a man in red and blue spandex standing next to your window. Your mouth opened up to scream but then web covered the entire bottom half of your face. Your eyes widened as you backed up to the wall, tears of fear brimming in your eyes. 

The man took off his mask and you immediately recognized his face. None other than Peter Parker. “Shhh!” He tried to quiet you, his eyes as wide as yours. “I’m sorry! Wrong window!” Once you calmed, he tried to help you take off the webbing on your face. 

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?!” Your father’s voice asked through the door. 

The webbing came off and you called back. “Don’t come in! I’m changing!” He then asked what’s wrong. “I’m fine, dad! I just…. uh… saw a spider.” 

When you heard your father’s footsteps leave, you gave Peter the death glare. “You’re him!” You whisper shouted. 

“Wrong window.” Peter repeated. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was so tired. I’ll never do that again.” 

“You’re Spider-man.” You steadily said. “But why do you let Flash beat you up like that?” 

Peter shrugged. “I mean… Just because you have powers doesn’t mean you have to use them for yourself.” You nodded, understanding.

“You save others from harm, but you don’t use it for yourself.” 

“I’ll heal eventually, anyway.” He shrugged. 

After a moment of silence, you gave him a smile. “I know we don’t know each other that well, but… can you like… swing me around the city?” Peter chuckled and put on his mask then offered you a hand. 


When the night ended, you and Peter made a pact that you wouldn’t tell anyone about him being Spider-man and that you would cover for him when needed… In return, he’d help you with school work and the occasional swing around the city. The friendship… or should we say….more than friendship… came naturally as the two of you spent more time together. 

Eventually word got around that you knew Spider-man; people saw him drop you off somewhere before heading off to defend the city. When you and Peter went to school together, people instantly bombarded you with questions. Although you didn’t answer any questions, you did answer one. 

At lunch, a friend rested her head on her hands and asked you, “Was He Hot?” 

You gave Peter a smirk as his cheeks turned bright pink. “Very.” You winked, more so towards Peter than your friend. 

Sweet Caroline (Dean Winchester X Reader)

The drives to different places could get pretty boring, especially if it was just music playing in the Impala because Dean refused to talk.

It was late at night, Sam was passed out in the passengers seat due to an unfulfilled sleep the night before, and you were in the backseat trying to use the dim street lamps as a light source so you could see the book you were reading.

Dean kept his hands gripped tight on the steering wheel, focusing on the road as he listened to your soft groans of boredom. “Instead of torturing me with silence, can you please put some form of music on?” You whispered, careful not to wake Sam.

“You’re still awake? You were out cold like an hour ago” Dean muttered, looking at you through the rear view mirror. “I was never asleep, Dean” you grumbled before he scoffed. “Whatever. Yeah, let’s listen to some music” he spat under his breath, obviously annoyed that he had been driving for so long

You sprawled yourself over the leather interior of the Impala, listening to the familiar beat that always made you happy. The same tune that would always get stuck in your head after just listening to it once.

“Oh please, not this song!” Dean groaned as you gasped, sitting up from your crazy position. “Dean come on! Who doesn’t love Neil Diamond?” You asked, snaking your arms around the front seat to hold his shoulders and gently rock his body into excitement.

“This song is overrated!” Dean said before you began to sing along.

“Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing But then I know it’s growing strong Was in the spring Then spring became the summer Who’d have believed you’d come along”

“You seriously know the words? I thought you were better than this, (Y/N)!” Dean cried before you scoffed. “Come on, Dean! I know you want to sing along!” You smiled, before laughing as he fought the urge to sing along, but he finally caved in.

“Sweet Caroline!”

“Dun! Dun! Dun! Dean added, along with banging his hands on the steering wheel which made you laugh even harder, before Sam let out a loud groan before slamming his fist against the off button on the radio.

“Shut up!” Sam shouted, retracting his hand before curling up into a ball and shutting his eyes. “That was fun” you whispered, retracting yourself back into your seat, and lying back down, using one of your many jackets as a blanket. “Good night Dean” you softly spoke before he smiled. “Good night (Y/N)” he responded quietly, continuing to look at the road.

As you were falling asleep, you couldn’t help but hear the soft hums of Sweet Caroline coming from Dean. You began to quietly laugh before his eyes darted to the rear view mirror. “What?” He asked. “Is that song so overrated now?” You giggled as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Go to sleep” he muttered under his breath before you smiled to yourself and closed your eyes, as Dean continued to hum Neil Diamond, all night long.

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Sharing a Bed (pt. 1)

Original Imagine:  Imagine having to share a bed with one of the boys, and waking up to them with morning wood and rutting against your thigh.

Reader request:  I adore your blog so much! I had to stay home sick today and your blog let me have fun! Anyway, can you write one about sharing a motel bed with one of the boys, and waking up with him having morning wood? Fluff please. If you do end up writing it, thank you so much!

Reader Gender: Female

Character:  Sam Winchester

Word Count:  2048

Warnings:  Fluffy, no smut!

Author’s Note:  Normally I write Dean one-shots, but Sam was begging for some love. Let me know if you’d like a sequel (which would probably be smutty).


Dean strolled across the parking lot, twirling one set of keys in his hand. You stood up from where you’d been leaning against the Impala next to Sam, hoping he was playing some kind of not-funny joke on you.

“You got two rooms, right?” you asked, pretty sure you already knew the answer.

“Nope,” he smirked. “Just one.”

“Seriously, Dean?” you grumbled.

“Hey,” he argued. “It’s all they had.” He walked around the back of the car, opened the trunk and started dropping bags to the ground. “I tried to get another room, but in this one-horse town we are stuck with what we can get. There’s two beds, maybe we’ll get lucky and there’ll be a couch or something.”

But, of course, luck was not on your side. There were only two twin size beds and a rickety table with two wobbly wooden chairs. A faint mildew smell permeated the room. You wrinkled your nose as you followed the boys inside.

Dean tossed his bag onto one of the two beds before sitting on the edge of it. “Okay, (Y/N), who’s it gonna be? Me or Sam?”

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Unorthodox Sleeping Arrangements

“The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected.”-Julian Casablancas

“Uh, Rae? I think we’re lost…” Beast Boy trailed off, glancing around them with wide eyes. Looming up all around them were massive redwood trees, with a canopy so thick, it blocked out the sun. Every direction looked the same, no matter which way he looked.

They were lost. He was certain of it.

“No. We aren’t,” Raven growled. She stomped onward, trampling the ferns in her wake. Beast Boy heaved a sigh. She’d said that an hour ago. And the hour before that.

And yet, there was still no sign of their teammates or their camp.

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