fresh brewed coffee

bts as beautiful little things in life

namjoon: the calming, soothing, almost healing sound of raindrops against the windowpane

seokjin: that light feeling in your heart whenever you’re bursting out of laughter and you’re okay, everything’s okay

yoongi: the smell of fresh strong brewed coffee lingering in morning air; the rich scent invading and taking over

hoseok: the light from the clear sky that pierces through the curtains after the heaviest of downpours

jimin: the unexpected smile that pops on your face after recalling a sweet, special memory

taehyung: the freeing, satisfying feeling of singing at the top of your lungs without a care in the world

jungkook: the relaxing state of your body at the comfort of your bed and clean sheets after a long, hot shower

bts: a strong, genuine sense of being welcomed, accepted, loved; of belonging.

anonymous asked:

Could you do something (anything!) with Deputy Hale? I'm rewatching the series and miss his pretty face. Ideally something happy (and/or smutty) 😘

I don’t think I have smutty Hale in me, but here’s some fluffy David Hale *wink* 

Morning darling. I apologize for not being there when you wake up. Duty calls. Unfortunately there was another case with the Sons that I needed to step in with. Y’know how Unser favours them. Anyways, I left some of your favourite chocolate croissants on the counter. There’s also a fresh batch of coffee brewed. Hopefully I’ll have this all cleared by lunch time. Keep it open for me? I’ll pick you up in the Jeep and we can head over to the diner. - Davey


Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky being domestic is a bit of a turn on for his girlfriend

A/N: here’s your metal arm fic, @emily-james-barnes ;) your frank fic inspired me to finish it for you,,,but i think it’s more metal fingers than anything else…also it’s a little crappy, sorry :/

Warnings: smut, metal arm fingering, oral (mr), it’s all smut,,,

words: 1894

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @lipstickandwhiskey @daybreak96 @sistasarah-sallysaidso

You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath you.  The smell of cooking bacon and fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you.  You lean your elbows on the counter and study him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing.  He’s making breakfast.  Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast.  It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn attractive.  You can’t help but stare.  At the way he looks in just a pair of tight boxers, his back bare.  At the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over the sink.  

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{PART 2} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’ve entered Jungkooks’ house, but will you be able to leave in one piece?

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Summary: Realization strikes you once you’re suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings for your roommate, blaming yourself for being so clueless all along to see what was really infront of you.

Word Count: 1,931.

A/N: Enjoy this Roommate!Bucky fic I decided to come up with. Surprisingly, I really like how it came out. Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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A/N: I’ve been so stressed with finals that I’m not gonna write any imagines until I pass them so I’m just posting my drafts rn sorry guys

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry’s lover dies, but when he goes back in time to save his parents, he discovers she’s also alive.
  • WARNINGS: the beginning is hella sad
  • WORDS: 782

“NO!” He let out when Zoom stabbed her then ran off. She was dead, he couldn’t believe it. If only he came just a little earlier, defeated Zoom, she would’ve possibly been alive. Now all the happiness around him is dead.

Her last words were, “do what you need to do, just remember I will always love you.” Then she took her last breath.

Barry knew what he needed to do, so he ran. Run, Barry, run; her melodic, soft voice whispered to him as he ran towards the portal to the past.

Now, he was in the last place he wanted to be. The night his mother was murdered.

He saw the Reverse-Flash take the knife, right before he was about to plunge it into his mother’s heart, The Flash attacked. Throwing Eobard on the ground, throwing a punch across his face Barry exclaimed, “You’re not gonna kill her this time. You’re not gonna kill her ever again.” That’s when Barry threw his last punch at the villain.

Then he looked up, seeing another Flash peeking through the door. The other Flash chuckled a bit, seeing that his mom is still alive then faded away.

When he looked down at his mother she had a terrified look on her face, crying out, “No,” while moving away from Barry.

The young man shook his head, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The woman continued to whimper while looking up at Barry as he reassured her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re safe now.”

Maybe he was just trying to reassure himself.

It has been a couple of months now living with his–now alive–parents, and he was truly happy now.

Little did the speedstar know that he was going be reunited with the love of his life. He was just about to walk into Jitters, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee instantly hitting him. He didn’t worry about that right now, his attention was grasped by the glorious girl he saw a few feet away from him, standing in line and about to order a coffee.

His heart started beating fast, just like every time he saw her.  Their everlasting love being reunited again.

And so he practiced what he was going to say before he went to talk to her. The young man can’t just go up there and say, ‘hey you probably don’t know me but I know you, you died right in my arms in another life and we’re meant to be with each other.’

When she got her coffee she muttered a ‘thank you’ to the barista, found a table and sat down on one of the very uncomfortable, high stool’s the coffee shop had many to offer.

Barry decided to make his move now before it was too late. And so he went behind the girl who just casually surfing through her phone while sipping a cappuccino.

Then all of a sudden she got up and was about to turn around, but that just made her crash into the brown-haired fellow.

He was too busy trying to talk to her that his reflexes didn’t tell him to move out of the way the moment she was about to crash into him.

The girl was about to apologize and Barry was about to also, and that was when they both said it in unison. “I’m sorry.” then the both of them chuckled, just like old times.

Once their laughter has died down Y/N decided to speak, “Let me go first. Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N I’m really sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t see you there.”

Barry smiled, “Hey, I’m Barry Allen it’s very nice to meet you. And it’s alright.”

The Y/E/C girl giggled then realized something, looking up at Barry as she spoke, “you know I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, have we met?”

Shaking his head Barry answered, “Nope, I don’t think so? I guess I just have one of those faces,” he chuckled rubbing a hand behind his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The girl nodded, politely smiling. Then Barry brought up a question he was itching to ask her, “um…would you like to um—well I would hope you would like to um…”

Before he can fully complete the sentence he has been dying to ask her, she decided to complete it for him, “if you’re asking me to go out with you sometime, then that’s a yes.”

“Okay, that’s great…” Barry said walking backward trying to seem sly, but failing miserably when he didn’t see the wall behind him that he just so happened to bump into. A concerned Y/N was about to warn him but all he mustered was a, “I’m okay.” Leaving her in a giggling mess.

Love Potions

Originally posted by sugutie

Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

Words: 1318

Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

- Admin PeachJin 🍑

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.

 Title: Tutor (Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader gets reccommended a tutor; that tutor being Peter Parker. The same Peter that has a crush on her.

Word Count: 1433

A/n: I LOVED THIS! Omg it’s so cute. Well, I think it is ;). I hope you enjoy it!!



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To You | Pt.1

Ship: reader x Jungkook

Genre: romance, fantasy, school-life, smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 5,428

You’re the new girl in town. With a grieving past and uncertain future, your days repeat and trail on into the unknown. Love. Lust. Betrayal? You’re soon to discover the city holds more than you imagined.

A/N: hello : ) I’m so excited to be sharing my first fanfic with you guys. it is a working process so I can’t exactly say how many parts are to come, though I am planning to drag this one out so sit tight andijustwanttoapologiseinadvanceforanyemotionaldistressthiscausesyoubyenow ^^

Hey. It’s me. It’s been a while… I messed up huh?


It’s mid-June, the train doors finally opened after what felt like a journey that would never end, the summer breeze instantly consuming me, but it wasn’t the type I was used it. It wasn’t like back home, in the countryside where the air was fresh and untainted. Here, it was thick and humid, filled with the scent of newly embedded cement and some other smell that screamed pollution, that’s the city for you; Seoul city.

The past few weeks, months, had been tough on me. At age 17 I was forced to bury my own parents, all by myself. “Huh,” I thought to myself. Almost a year has gone by, yet I’m still stuck in that moment. The pain in my chest as the nurse told me I was left alone in this world, that the only people in my life were now gone, forever. “Huh” I laughed out loud this time. It’s funny how 214 days can feel like a single moment that I’m still lingering in. I feel people shoving past me as they hurry off the train and I realized I’d been standing in everyone’s’ way, wallowing in my own feelings again.

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Not the One Part: 2

L; Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed

Warnings: CUSSING. Angst. 

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I haven’t updated this sooner but I went to my boyfriends’ house and didn’t have access to the internet. 

Originally posted by astrorhea

You woke up with your eyes glued shut with dried tears. You sighed as you thought about what happened 3 months and you clutched your chest as you thought about Bucky’s confession. Your eyes started to sting with new found tears as they burst through your eyelids that were still screwed shut but that didn’t stop your heart to continue to break. You breathed through your nose and let it out of your mouth as you tried to lessen the pain by breathing slowly.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Viktor waking up and finding out that his s/o had left him during the night because she didn't feel like she was good enough for him and only left a note about breaking up.

I know you requested headcanons, but I wrote a scenario for this prompt. The headcanons I wrote didn’t really live up to my expectations, and I really felt like I could do better with a scenario. I’m actually very proud of this one :) If you aren’t satisfied, just send me another ask and I’ll find a way to make it up to you. Thank you for the request! <3 ((I also listened to “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” by T. Swift and Zayn for fuel to write this lmao))

Viktor blinks against the harsh light pouring in from the bedroom window that he’s facing. He brings an arm up to cover his squinting eyes and rolls over, blocking out the light in favor of spending a bit more time in the cocoon of warmth he has within the sheets. With closed eyes and a warm smile, he inches over to your side of the bed to spoon with you—and possibly take care of his morning wood. His eyes flutter open and his smile disappears in confusion when he finds your side of the mattress cold and empty.

Now awake, he sits up and scowls at the empty room and tries to remember a reason why you wouldn’t be able to spend the morning in bed with him. Do you have an appointment? Work? Plans with friends? Nothing comes to mind, but his face lights up with a smirk, realizing what’s going on. You’re probably in the kitchen whipping up breakfast for the both of you.

Viktor emerges from bed with a yawn, stretching out with his arms above his head as he heads to the bathroom. While he brushes his teeth, he imagines you standing in the kitchen with his shirt on and his boxers. He envisions you standing over the stove with your messy hair and cooking his favorite breakfast with the smell of the fresh coffee brewing filling the air. He thinks about coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist so he can press his bare chest against your back. The thoughts make Viktor smile.

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Nights - Eisuke Blurb

Originally posted by sensuous

My red chipped painted nails pick nervously at my lip although we’re naked in bed together; twisted and tangled between dark grey silk sheets which I’m sure at one point in time, I found inviting, exciting and familiar.

His eyes are warm - like a fresh brewed mug of coffee juxtaposing my own which I can feel are dull; not for any reason other than uncertainness, cold like bitter tea. Eachothers bodies we know our way around quite well - every inch, every mark, every bruise and quirk and yet still, after so long, I constantly find something new.

Sighing, I shift, rolling onto my back and stare at the ceiling - I could really go for a cigarette right now but this quirk, this bad habit I know, he doesn’t approve of so I don’t. I feel like we should talk - like something should be said to erase the silence between us before I get a little too comfortable and start second guessing our past.

“How many nights…”, I ask, “Have you wished or even just intended to have a woman just stay - keep you company - try satisfy the void, Eisuke that I left behind?”

Shifting onto his side, I feel a gaze sweep across me which I hadn’t the pleasure of for years; he mutters something quiet, I just can’t quite hear and burries his face, deep into the crook of my neck.

“Mhmm?”, I mumble with a quick, shallow breath.

“None”, he utters again, clearer though this time as his fingertips paint tiny strokes down to my waist from my chest, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For me?”
“Mhmm”, he mimics me, now brushing hair from my eyes and face, “Waiting for you to come back and replace the missing pieces you once stole from me long ago.”

His answer I’m not surprised by, his honesty slightly confused by, yet right now, by his side - the world, just feels right.

anonymous asked:

holy moly your hcs are cute can I request how the rfa (+v and saeran if you don't mind!) react to catching mc singing in the shower? hope you have a good day! or night!❤️

Awwww thank you! You were the only request of the day, nonnie!! Thank you for sending it in!

*Apologies for any typos!!!!* I really hope these are good enough! It’s half past midnight right now, so my mind is a little all over the place! I’m sorry if some lines don’t make much sense!
To add to that, you’ll notice V’s and Saeran’s may seem a bit shorter! I can write them just fine! It’s just that I can only have so many variations of the situation, despite them all being very different characters, so towards the end, I got a little rusty. (Not because of your request, though, so don’t worry!! It can happen with any situation! Who knows, there could be another person who could BEAUTIFULLY write these out a lot better than I can, but I really really hope you like these!) I would rather have the headcanons be a little shorter if they have to be instead of bullshitting my way through and repeating myself for the sake of making them lengthy..? I didn’t want to half-ass them, so, I hope that’s okay?!!!


  • You’re staying at Yoosung’s place for the night, as you usually do, and you’ve gone to take a shower while Yoosung plays LOLOL. *s h o c k e r amiright*
  • You giggle to yourself as you hear his occasional shouts of anguish when a player cheats, when he dies, when his team loses, etc.
  • After a few minutes, though, you start to sing. It’s just something you like to do and you figured that, since Yoosung’s playing his game, he won’t mind. 
  • He doesn’t hear you for a little bit, either. It isn’t until he’s waiting for a new match to load that he actually hears your voice through his headphones. 
  • He takes the headphones off, sitting there for a second as he realizes that you really are sitting.
  • He loves your voice as it is, but to hear you using it to sing makes it even more beautiful in it’s own special way.
  • Yoosung’s already tired, as it’s very late, and your voice is now causing him to drift off. 
  • So when you step out of the bathroom, you look to your side to see him with his head down on his desk, a smile on his sleeping face.

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Lazy Days- Jamie Reagan Imagine

Pairing: Jamie Reagan x Reader

Word Count: 646

Request: can you do a Jamie Reagan imagine where you have a lazy day at your house? fluff? xx

A/N: I love Jamie Reagan, and this was super cute to write. I won’t be on tomorrow, so enjoy your Friday! I will be back on Saturday, though, with a lot more fluff. 


They say that the little things add up, and that’s exactly what had been happening at work. You were in charge for two weeks while your boss was away, and it seemed like everyone forgot how to do their job in that time. You were beyond stressed.

During your lunch break, you decided to visit Jamie down at the station. Even Jamie was beginning to get stressed, which was rare for such a laid back and objective person. You decided to pick up his favorite pastries from the bakery near your office.

“Hey, Jamie,” you greeted, running into him on the sidewalk.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you would be busy at work,” he kissed your cheek.

“I needed a break; it’s been Hell for these past two weeks. I also brought you some food for the road,” you smiled handing him the box.

“Are those from that bakery next to your office,” Eddie asked, grabbing the box from her partner.

“Yeah, I figured you two could use a treat.”

“Eddie, I’ll meet you in the car,” Jamie said, turning his attention to you, “I have a treat for you, too.”

“And what would that be,” you smirked.

“I took off tomorrow; I think you should do the same. We can have a lazy day, just watch movies and eat a ton of junk food. What do you say?”

“That does sound nice, and I could use a break,” you pondered, “alright, I’ll call off tomorrow morning, cough cough,” you faked.

“You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I have to go.”

The next morning, you woke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and breakfast cooking in the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your robe. You then made the dreaded call to work, saying that you were taking a sick day.

When you entered the kitchen, you saw Jamie flipping pancakes. He also had fresh pot of coffee on and the table set for two.

“I thought this was supposed to be a lazy day, meaning cereal and maybe some fruit,” you laughed.

“Well, good morning, sunshine.” he wrapped you in a hug and kissed you, “I thought I would do something special for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you giggled, grabbing a cup of coffee.

Jamie finished flipping the pancakes, plated them, and brought them to the table. You had to admit: Jamie Reagan made the best pancakes in New York City.

“So,” you said, taking another bite, “what else do you have planned for today?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s just what I need.”

After breakfast, you took a shower and put on your comfiest clothes. Jamie did the same, plopping onto the couch afterwards. This marked the start of your lazy day.

You caught up on your favorite shows, which mostly consisted of cooking and home renovation shows, plus an occasional Dancing With the Stars episode. Come dinner time, you were both too tired to make dinner, so Jamie ordered take out.

“I could do this everyday,” you yawned, pulling the covers closer to your chest.

“No, you couldn’t,” he chuckled, “you’d go stir-crazy.”

“You’re probably right,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

Jamie woke you up, of course, by shaking you and calling your name. You groggily got up, only to collapse back onto the couch.

“I’m too tired.”

“Y/N, it’s almost 2 AM. You fell asleep on the couch, and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Just carry me up to bed,” you joked.

Much to your surprise, Jamie picked you up, bridal style. He brought you up to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, covering you up and leaving you with a kiss.

“Good night, angel,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. A lazy day was exactly what you two needed.

Bother Me (Percival Graves)- Part Three

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Warning: The smut is happening. And oh god, I’m so nervous about it lolololol It’s pretty soft smut, though, nothing raunchy or crazy (sorry). If you don’t care for smut, it’s at the very end so you could skip the entire ending and still get the full effect of the story! You’ll have to give me a break as I don’t write a lot of it. Anyways, I hope you like this one!!

Originally posted by coldplaysparachutes


The tension in the room was almost suffocating. It was impossible to pay attention to any of the words coming out of the president’s mouth. Not when Percival Graves was sitting opposite me, relentlessly teasing me with his lingering stares. Each time I caught him, his lips would twist into that perfect smirk. It was everything I could do to hide the pink tinge in my cheeks, while simultaneously glaring at his smugness. It was my fault, really. I was the one who had created this tangled web. The man irritated me to no end, yet anytime I was alone with him, I melted into him like a lovesick school girl. I couldn’t distinguish where the dislike ended and the infatuation began. A small voice in the back of my head tried to warn me that it wasn’t unknown for love to masquerade as hate, but I ignored it. Having any semblance of real feelings for the man wasn’t impossible. But acknowledging that would turn my already crazy world completely upside down.

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Soundtrack of Us (Part One) - Alone Together

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Soundtrack of Us (Part One) - Alone Together

Word Count: 2300+ words

Pairing: Dean x musician!reader

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned), Ellen & Jo Harvelle

Warnings: Language, implied smut, making out (?)

Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.

Author’s note: This is my very first fic, the very first part of my very first series! I’m so excited/nervous to share this. I’m so new to this, but thank you so so much to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for taking the time to beta for me. Each part of the series will be song based, so get ready for future angst and fluff!!!

Song used is Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. Lyrics italicized.

You huffed as you stood over the mass of wires and cables that covered the makeshift stage you performed on. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and baked pastries tickled your nose. You took a step back and scrutinized your setup that was surrounded by a mass of metal chairs and dining tables. This was the same situation you found yourself in every Thursday at six o’clock in the evening at none other than Harvelle’s coffee shop. You just finished setting up all of your gear, including your speakers, your mic, and your scuffed acoustic Taylor guitar. This was life. This was all you’ve known and loved; strumming your guitar and crooning to the chords you played by heart. No boyfriend anymore, lived away from family, moved to an obscure, decent sized town. Too small to attract many strangers, but too big to really know everyone who lived in the area. It had been about a year since you drove away and found your new home, Asheville, North Carolina.

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