god always knows what i need to hear

The long list of minor things I’m looking forward to in no specific order

Note: I’ll be keeping this list spoiler free for anime-only viewers

this dork might moment

Bakugou entering a room

this causal Tsuyu, she’s nice

taking a peek in Deku’s phone

kid Tenya to complete the circle of smols

our first amazon reference

that reporter getting her last appearance in

Deku meeting his true partner for the first time

more mumbling Deku cause I love it

getting to hear bakumom’s voice 

+bacteria die die XD

All Might nervously taking a call

Deku wearing his hero costume first time in the new season

specifically the rabbit hoodie mask 

I’m weak for the rabbit hoodie~♡

Bakugou in jeans, look no more baggie pants

Aizawa killing the killing the room upon entry

+happy ojiro

this magnificent shot of Deku’s shoe, thats gonna look gorgeous animated

Air chair

this guy and his phone, my god I hope he shows up

Ochako’s nod

This dramatic panel gonna look good animated

more dork might, we always need more dork might

getting this scene not only animated but also done in sub & dub at the same time, can’t wait to hear his naming prowess being put to voice


-this is more of a warning, remember thats whats coming up soon

what I hope we finish off on

I know I said spoiler free but these are good ones so I’m putting them under the cut

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Break a Little - Part Three

Summary: Dean’s secret is out. You are bitter and angry as Sam tries to protect his big brother from you


Jill’s Masterlist

Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, Omega!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive.

Also the Song I half based this on (LINK HERE) is a must listen. I don’t know, it just gives me angsty feels

“You’re an omega.” You can’t believe it. It isn’t processing completely as he pushes against your arm, trying to get out of your grip but you refuse to let go.

“You’re not sick,” you mumble, feeling like you are in some trance as your eyes wander over his face, “you’re in heat.”

Hands grab you from behind, locking yours behind your back, pulling you away, “Dean! Get out of here!” Sam shouts, restraining you.

Dean doesn’t move, just keeps staring at you.

“Dean! Go!” Sam yells again, harder this time and Dean jogs away reluctantly. You start fighting against Sam’s grip, finally getting your wits about you.

“Let go of me!” You growl, squirming against him, “Let fucking go.”

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Trust I live my life

Bucky x reader, Avengers x reader

Notes: angst, frustration, anger, heartbreak.

A/N: I had to get this out somehow, and I don’t think it’s my best work; but sometimes you just gotta go with it. I usually don’t let my mood influence my writing this much, but it’s incredibly frustrating when you feel like you’re not trusted to live your own life the way you want to. I’m sure some of you know the feeling. Sometimes, you just wanna get away. 

“You can’t go on a mission like that my sweet thing. Clean yourself up, you have a target to seduce not scare them off”

“Your posture is off, you’re not gonna be able to take some one out like that. Stand up straight”

“Check in, we need to know where you are at all times”

All your life it’d been like that. People right and left telling you what to do, and when to do it. Meddling with every single part of you, your job, your personal space; it’s all scrutinised and ‘corrected’ to what others think is best. Now, you weren’t in the best of situations a few years ago, your father made sure you knew damn well you were only bred to do his bidding. That didn’t mean you didn’t have a personality of your own though. And it certainly didn’t mean that you hadn’t developed a hatred towards the man because of the way you were treated.

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this is dedicated to the wonderful, lovely, amazing, and generous @magnusluvsalec

Alec felt the press of cool metal against his throat right before it tightened and cut off his breathing. He tugged at the metal, a chain, but the more he tugged, the tighter it got. He tried to reach for the bow he dropped, but whoever was holding the chain kicked his knees out from under him and dragged him backwards. A strangled gurgling sound escaped Alec’s mouth and he tried to breathe and call out for Jace, for anyone, at the same time.

The world started to go black around the edges and Alec fought to keep his eyes open, but he could feel them closing. As everything went dark, he heard Jace call his name, but didn’t have the energy to even try and say anything back.

And then the world went dark.

Alec felt a sharp pain in his side and his first thought was of his parabatai rune and panicked that something was wrong with Jace. But then everything came back to him, the Forsaken, the chain around his neck, passing out. He felt the sharp pain again and this time, it registered as someone kicking him in the ribs.

He opened his eyes to see Sebastian - Jonathan - staring down at him, a wicked grin twisting his features. “Oh, good,” he said jovially. “You’re awake.”

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A little One-Shot

Ok… I hate hiatus’s but they’re also perfect for inspiring and fic writing.

Now this is just an indulgent piece of fluff I had too much fun writing but, alas, I only wrote it in 20 mins (I was inspired) because I don’t have a lot of time to spare so if it feels crude or just plain wrong, then I do apologise.

This is for @callistawolf who wanted some new pieces and I thought I’d get the ball rolling, for @hopedreamlovepray who made me fall in love with one-shots and a thank you to @n4r4nch4 who literally cheers me on, even when I feel like I’m undeserving.

I love this fandom!

So I don’t think this will happen in the show but… (If you guys like it, I’ll put it on AO3 later)



It’s what she’d hoped for him, them. Eventually. But in all honesty; she’d had trouble believing it could happen… till a couple of weeks ago that is.

Now they were here, on Lian Yu.

Everything that shouldn’t have happened, happened, and everything they didn’t expect to did as well: the good and the bad.

Black Siren was gone. She truly was the exact opposite of the Laurel they’d known. She’d disappeared, injured as she was, during Oliver’s fight with Slade and none of them had the heart – nor the energy – to search for her.

But they would.


Adrian was gone. Dead… but Oliver hadn’t killed him. Thankfully he’d walked an unexpected path.

Oliver. Eyes closing, listening to the sound of the waves at her feet, Felicity remembered…

“Come on Oliver; it’s simple. Look.” Hand fisted in Felicity’s hair, he yanked backwards until her throat was exposed - her body pressed to his front - and held one of his daggers beneath her throat. “I’ll make it easy for you.” His eyes unblinkingly on Oliver’s, Adrian stressed each and every word. “If you don’t kill me - if you don’t shoot an Arrow into my neck - I will kill the woman you’ve been pretending not to love.”

It took an age for a response to come.

Without a weapon, he’d stood there – Oliver – as he’d entered the clearing, the place Adrian had hunted Felicity to until she couldn’t keep running anymore, and hadn’t said a word.

He’d just looked at her, seeing her determination, her exhaustion. Her fear.

Her love.

Her resolve. “Don’t.” She forced through her clenched teeth. “Not for me.”

Not anymore.

He couldn’t now. Not after everything. Not even for her.

And he knew that, she could see it. This couldn’t be like the Count. This wouldn’t be him instinctively obeying the mindset of the man who’d used killing as a defence mechanism for survival - a mechanism to protect - for over five years.

This… what had to happen, would be the turning point of his life.

And she was fine with that. “It’s ok.” She whispered; her voice scratchy from lack of water as she watched him watch her. “I’ll be fine.”

“No.” Adrian promised - a smile in his voice - the knife pressing into her neck. “She won’t.”

He was right. He’d kill her. Just to spite Oliver. If Oliver refused to kill him, Adrian would kill her as punishment. And the Oliver Queen she’d started to see again for the first time in 14 months, the Oliver Queen she’d made love to on his birthday - a present full of sex had been due for a while and was, let’s face it, part and parcel for the course between them - where he’d shown her in an explicit and detailed physical exploration with his hands - oh those fingers, she’d missed those fingers - his mouth - the perfect mix of firm and supple softness: pillow mountains - his tongue - this isn’t helping - and his words-

His words.

I’m so sorry I destroyed us.

You made me happy. I haven’t felt that since I took it away.

I didn’t know how to accept that I was worth being loved, that I could be loved by… by you. By Felicity Smoak.

I love you. I never stopped. It never went away, never altered…

I missed you.

Oh, I love it when you do that.

You feel good. Familiar. Yet… different too.

But… still good? (she’d had to ask, to be sure that still wanted her like she wanted him)

No. (And he’d smiled - of course he had - his nose brushing down hers, his fingers trailing warmth and desire over the uncovered skin of her cheeks, her throat, her shoulders and further down…) Better.

Thank you for my birthday…

That Oliver Queen who’d shone through so brightly, he’d disappear. For good this time. Dig wouldn’t be able to pull him out of it; there would be no one to show him his light.

Then he’d kill Adrian.

And after, he’d kill himself. Next to her. Just to be sure she’d be the first thing he’d see when he opened his eyes once more.

If she died here.

Yet still… it was the right choice to make. A choice where there wasn’t really a choice to make.

Oliver knew it, his eyes told her they did, the soft stance of his body told her they did…


If it had to end, if this was how it was supposed to go; she didn’t regret a thing. She’d loved… and had been loved in a way a lot of people can only imagine. She’d found herself inside him, her everything, her forever and her always…

So she smiled at him; it a was watery thing but large enough to see, to show the sheer happiness he’d brought to her, the love she’d felt grow somehow deeper in the two days since they’d slept together. It told him everything he needed to hear without saying anything at all.

And everything that he was, reflected all of that back at her.

How eyes could be so bright and expressive, she didn’t know but his always could and right now they were etching his name into her soul, just like he was taking hers into his own.

“Alright.” He muttered and he didn’t stop looking at her. “Kill her.”

She felt Adrian jolt behind her but didn’t stop looking at her guy, didn’t stop smiling at him. God, I love you. “What?”

“Kill her.” Oliver softly repeated.

“And you’ll just live with that? I don’t think so Oliver.”

“I know you don’t.” Oliver’s hand shifted, a knife of his own sliding into his fingers from his sleeve. “It doesn’t matter because the moment you do, the moment you kill her… I’ll kill myself.” He let out a sigh, his smile falling but his expression was still deeply serene. Like he was seeing in her everything he wanted and was so content with the reality of it, that he wouldn’t be sorry if it ended here either. “And it’ll all be over.”

Still smiling, a tear rolled down her cheek and Oliver watched it fall like he wanted to halt its progress with a finger.

It wasn’t like they wanted to die. There was so much they both wanted from each other, with each other – things they’d spoken of in the quiet after she’d brought him home to rest inside her. But if it had to end here, if it had to be this way… then let it be like this.


After all, they always been really.

“That… that’s not how this works.”

And like she’d prayed for, Felicity heard the struggle in Adrian’s voice, the need to understand something his brain was incapable of processing.

For the first time Oliver looked away from her to him. “That’s the way it is. “And there was this light in his eyes that made something in her sing as he lifted the blade up to his own throat, preparing to draw a line across it. “I won’t kill you. You don’t deserve for me to kill you. And I don’t need to.”

THIS was Oliver Queen. This was the good she saw, had been seeing since Felicity Smoak? Hi, I’m Oliver Queen.

“You don’t think it’s sick, Adrian? That you need me like this?” Throughout it all, Oliver kept his voice low and steady. “You need me so badly that you want me to kill you? I’m so important to you…”

His dagger cut into her skin. “Shut up!”

“Why?” Oliver stared at him. “Does it hurt?”

“You don’t- you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is it the truth?” Oliver whispered. “Confess. You can’t live without me and you can’t kill without me here.” He raised a hand to the world about them in general. “But I won’t kill you. So,” Oliver looked back to her, love and hope an Arrow in his gaze, “what happens next after I’m gone? What will you do?”


Before anyone could have done anything though, Rene - having followed Oliver but had been unable to keep up with his sprint - had shot Adrian point blank from the side. He’d died in seconds.

“I made him a promise.” Was all he’d said.

After a moment’s silence, Oliver had moved prompting her to do the same, to obey the need inside her. It just so happened his was the same need as hers.

They’d collided in the middle, his arms tight around her lifting her high off the ground, hoarse words breathed into her skin - I’m here baby - she’d wrapped herself around him, holding him close, breathing him in too and promising to never ever let go.

Spiritually speaking.

Because then they had to deal with the fallout. With Slade, who had a personal grudge against the two of them, the day just wouldn’t end, with Black Siren who’d fled the scene, Boomerang who’d been a giant pain in everyone’s ass… and Evelyn who’d then been killed in action.

A. Very. Long. Day.

She released a breath, letting the wind make a mess of her hair and rustle the trees –the lapping of the oceans waves – lull her very tired body into a peaceful state of rest.

The she felt him behind her…

“I can feel you there,” she murmured, “I couldn’t before.” And she chose – I don’t care if I’m naive – to believe it was because of their connection and not their five year war instilling a new awareness inside her that made this so.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

She smiled, and if her voice was throaty - a purr really - well that was his fault. “Oliver, any disturbance by you is a welcome one.”


Not a question.


“I don’t think the others would appreciate my idea of a disturbance with you.”

Her smile couldn’t get any wider.

His sex voice. Seriously, every time after sex… this voice. How do I live with myself, I just don’t know.

Turning to face him, she chirped. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He moved closer so that the sea was to his left and the jungle, his right. “You ok?”

She really was. He’d helped her there, earlier.

Probably looking profoundly love struck and foolish, she bobbed her head at him; wordless at the way the sun hit his face and lit up his hair. He really is blonde. “You?”

“It’s strange but… I think I am.” It came out in one long exhale. “For the first time in a really long time I don’t feel so… weighed down.”

Thank you God. “That’s a good thing Oliver.”

“It is.” And it was a thing with him, how his eyes on her own - like they could live forever staring into each other’s eyes and it still wouldn’t be enough for him - always left her without the air to make a sound. “You helped me get here.”

Uh, no.  She shook her head. “Oliver, I-”

“You did. I don’t how you do it,” he shook his head; still gazing at her, “but you do it anyway. I thought I wasn’t strong enough and you proved me wrong. I thought I didn’t deserve…” and he paused because whatever he was feeling looked overwhelming and he needed the moment to centre himself. “I thought I didn’t deserve you, that I could never earn you. So I stopped trying. Stopped trying to not be that person who would never be enough all those months ago, before Rene and Rory and Dinah joined the team.” He smiled and she felt it everywhere. “You gave me hope. You got me to believe,” he took a step closer and like a teenager her heart literally skipped a beat, “in my humanity again. I can never thank you for it.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” she really didn’t want that, didn’t want him feeling like he owed her that, “you never do. What you did here, what you’ve been trying to do for months… it’s proof of who you are. A good person; the best person I know.” My person.

But the look on his face – the smile in his voice – made her pause.

“I don’t want to thank you.” He whispered, making her blink, whiplash. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that you were right.”

Oh wow… “The rest of your life, huh?” And if her voice wobbled with restrained joy, if hers glittered just a tad, she really didn’t care.

He took a pause that felt like years before saying, “Can we start again?”

Er… “What?”

“I want to start over with you. From start to finish. I’m yours. Always have been.” Everything in her was turning into goo. “I want to marry you Felicity. I want to make a baby with you.”

He meant that. She could see it, the promise.

A baby…

A little over a year ago, she’d been too scared to consider the possibility. Though it made her happy, the idea of having Oliver’s child, it had also terrified her. Being in a chair hadn’t been the problem; it was the prospect of failing at being a good mother to any child they had that was.

But now?

How do you contain endless joy in a moment on a beach somewhere in the North China seas?

You don’t.

“I want to live with you.” He continued, watching the changes in her expression with awe and happiness and growing passion. “To fight monsters in the dark with you. The way it should have been. As my partner.”

He was right: the months between then and now, the distance, the chill between them… nothing had felt right, as if something had been perpetually off balance with the world.

But they’d needed it to get here. Sometimes, in order to rise you have to fall first.

Her smile - broken - revealed teeth, her hair stuck to her neck, her eyes described in detail what her lips couldn’t but could only whisper, “No more ‘should haves’.”

No more maybes.

His quiet laugh was choked. “No more.” Like he wanted to touch her, he took another half a step closer (if he moved in further he’d be practically on top of her and she didn’t mind one bit) “A new beginning… with you.”

“That sounds,” she took a breath because this, this was the moment; where forever starts and wouldn’t really end, “perfect.”

Their perfect. Dark times were inevitable, trials… but happiness was due too.

The boyish grin – the laugh still present on his lips – made her want to kiss him. And she would. Soon. But he had something else to say, she could tell.

And she was right. “Felicity Smoak.” He announced, in that soft, deeply masculine way of his that shot straight to her centre, married life is going to be awesome. “Hi.” She frowned when he lifted a hand, barely any room between them for him to do more than let it grace her stomach. “I’m Oliver Queen.”

She stared up at him… then pressed her lips together in understanding, feeling so much the rightness of what he was saying.

Lifting her hand to slide into his waiting fingers, her other tucked her hair behind her ears and affected nerves, shyness. “I know who you are.” Or at least tried to, but the deeper tone that left her was anything but and she knew he felt it in his bones when he licked his lips, when his abdomen jerked against her hand. “You’re Mr Queen.”

His hand tugged her closer, so that her chest touched his. “Mr Queen was my father. And I don’t think,” how his voice could lower any further she wasn’t sure, but it could and it did and ooh… “you’d look at him the way you’re looking at me.”

Oh boy. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you love me.” Leaning in, the depth in his eyes had her falling into his hold. “Like you want me. Like you’re mine.” He quieted, his eyes looking at her mouth. “Like I’m yours.”

“That’s quite the description.” Accurate too. “So what’s your policy on kissing a stranger you just met on an island no one knows exists?” She teased.

“Oh, it’s my first policy.” Was his shameless, super fast response and a bark of laughter shot out of her, making her eyes close. “But only with you.”

How could she not kiss him with the utter love and feeling he gave her with every word he spoke?

“Come here.” Still laughing, her free hand slid up his throat, to the back of his neck to pull him close-

But he was already right there, smiling against her lips.

(And people, this is where I be cheesy and play ‘I need my girl’ by the Nationals because the song was made for Olicity – please listen to it here)

The feel of his scruff against her skin still made her tingle - she still felt the warmth of him down her sides, her stomach muscles contracting at the sure way his mouth opened hers - and still made her shiver in delight as her smile became a physical expression of everything she felt for him. Seeking, pressing, pushing, chasing his mouth with her own - re-leaning how he tastes, letting her tongue entwine with his - her hands were around his neck in seconds, cradling his head with them just the way he liked. Like she needed him closer and she was letting him know. The way his hands slid over her spine to press her as close – and as tight to him – as humanly possible. And when his fingers slipped into her locks to cup her head as he angled his own and- oh… I’ve missed this.

The kind of kiss that made her forget the world existed.

Her hands moved to drag across his scalp, one of them shifting down under his shirt and pressing into the musculature there, feeling every movement he made and the sound that left him wasn’t a groan or a growl. It was a sigh, one that came from deep in his chest…

She nipped as his upper lip, looking into his hooded eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you.” A firm kiss was followed by another. “I love you Felicity.”

She smiled again, her nose brushing over his, their breaths mingling-

“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding.”

It was also the kind of kiss to make her completely forget they had an audience. Her eyes didn’t open and she figured his didn’t either but she felt Oliver’s lips press together as he exhaled through his nose.

“I warned you.” John. He sounded unbelievably satisfied with himself. “But nope, you wanted to see for yourself. And here it is. The ugly truth.”

She felt Oliver’s chest vibrate and his lips twitch against hers. “He’s just like Tommy.” He muttered, too quietly to be heard by the others.

René just couldn’t accept it. “They’re like… romance novel bad.”

“I think its right.” She heard Dinah say, and she was officially Felicity’s new favourite person. “They should have done this months ago.”

“They should have had sex months ago.” René corrected and she felt the muscles in Oliver’s arm jump. “That amount of chemistry in the Foundry wasn’t healthy.”

She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that sprang free from her, her head arching back as Oliver held her aloft. Okay, they’re all my favourites.

Oliver’s puff of air made her look back to him. “The children are being unruly.”

“Say what?”




“…I’m oddly good with this.”


“Are you two beautiful idiots done for the moment?” And Diggle once more; still sounding utterly superior. She’d let him have it. “It’s just, there’s a boat with our name on it, a wife the two of you are reminding me painfully of and a kid I really want to eat shakes with.”

Oliver’s eyes were so content…

She arched a brow. “Done?”

He shook his head. “We’re just getting started.”

Here’s to the rebirth of Olicity (and the horrid 4 week count down)

Under One Condition: Chapter Three

Originally posted by 9taefox

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hey, so, this is the latest chapter. Sorry it took so long to upload, I’ve been so unbelievably busy. I hope you enjoy the read. 

Thank you for the continuing support.

Remember, feel free to ask questions or make requests for one shots, shorts, what ever you fancy. Asks are always open :)

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: swearing, mature content, kinks, smut, teasing

Word Count: 4,307

Chapter Links: 

Chapter one          Chapter two         Chapter three           Chapter Four     Chapter Five (In progress)


Jimin quickly flung himself out of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you and harshly whispered at Jimin.

“It is. It is… it is Tae, what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”

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The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

The Wedding Planner Masterlist

Originally posted by a-khaleen

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adored by him part four; peter parker

part four of adored by you is based off ‘dear happy’ by dodie clark, it features thomas sanders.
pairing: peter parker x reader
word count: 960, this is not a lot at all. I did not know where to go with this chapter and I used like half the lyrics..
warning: light smut. I decided to just do it. and hey, it’s just light smut (;
summary: Peter has confessed his love to the reader and it ends up in a steamy scene
part one| two| three| fivemy other work

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Really? (Liam Dunbar Prompt)

Originally posted by apollosdawntreader

Request: Hi can you please do 5,8,10,14 and 25 with Liam Dunbar

5) “oh god, please don’t cry, I’m not good in these types of situations”
8) “do you ever hear the things that come out of your mouth? because you really should”
10) “you space out too much, what are you? are you like a fucking space cadet”
14) “dude that’s messed up”
25) “I’ll always be here when you need me”

“Who are you people?” 

Before I could answer, Liam beats me to it. “We’re the people who know things about the things that most people don’t know about” Liam stated while he earns a “What?”.

“Liam, do you ever hear the things that come out of your mouth? because you really should” I bluntly say. “Really (Y/N)? It sounded cooler in my head” Liam answers back.

“Sometimes you should really just not comment on what I say (Y/N)!” Liam exclaimed. 

“Well I’m sorry! I can’t help it sometimes!” I yelled back as we entered the station to meet up with Scott and the others. 

“Guys quiet down! You guys act like an old married couple” Scott yells.

Next thing we know an arrow comes flying through the window with something attached to it, as we look at it, Liam notices what it is, “It’s Brett’s lacrosse jersey” he growls.

I look out the window to see Gabe smirking, “Dude that’s messed up!” I yelled glaring at him. I turn back around to see Scott giving me the ‘Really?’ look. “What? It was a dick move” I stated acting like it was nothing. I go back and stand next to Liam.

It’s been forty-five minutes and Malia was freaking out and it was my turn to freak out. I walk away to where no one can see me but Liam noticed. 

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong” Liam asked, “Oh my god we are going to die Liam, we don’t deserve to die, all we do is help people, we never killed anyone innocent, why is this happening?” I ramble and start crying.

Liam shuffles uncomfortably, “Oh god, please don’t cry, I’m not good in these types of situations” Liam admitted. 

“Really Liam? Wow so comforting” Liam quickly runs up to me and hugs me and I eventually calm down.

“Thanks Liam” and he nodded.

The hunters all left after taking Chang and Tierney and I asked Liam if he could stay with me.

We got to my house and I was talking to Liam but he was staring off and wasn’t saying anything, “Liam!” I yell and he jumped, “Huh? What?” he asked confused.

“You okay?” I questioned. “Yeah, just thinking” he responded. “Okay, you space out too much, what are you? are you like a fucking space cadet?” I sassed. Liam rolled his eyes, “Liam, I’m just kidding, what were you thinking about?”.

“You” he confessed, “Me?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I was spacing out because I was thinking about earlier” Liam said.

“Liam, look I know with everything going on and Brett and Lori are gone, and I’m always sassing you even though you know I’m kidding all the time, I just want to let you know I’ll always be here when you need me”I confessed.

“Really?” Liam asked, “Really” I confirm, I hug him and kiss him on the cheek and giggle when I see his cheeks turn pink.

Hercules (Reader X Jughead)

Request : no, my idea

warning: NONE!

A/N: man I was watching the whole movie while writing this, but because I was writing I missed majority of the movie. As a result I watched it again, haha.

but I really hope you guys like it! I absolutely love this movie till no end.BTW fun fact about me, I used the term Aromantic because I’m Aromantic. So I thought I’d tell you guys. if you don’t know what romantic is, it’s: An aromantic person is someone who doesn’t experience romantic attraction. 

anyway, Hopefully you like this and You find no mistakes.( since I’m lazy atm to double check) and the Bold  parts are the song. 

Friday, my favorite day of the school week and the worst schedule of the week. The usual was going to happen, I walk with Jughead to school, have almost every class with him. Thank God because as I mentioned the schedule is terrible but I have Jughead to entertain me during every subject.

 It was finally the last period of the day, history, which I don’t mind because we’re learning about the Greek mythology. “Okay class I’ll need you all to do a project, which will be in pairs.. you’ll enjoy some movies to watch and you’ll come back to class discussing the movie you’ve watch to the class. Now I’ll be naming the groups.”our teacher informs us as she starts to look through her folder to look for the paper with the pairs .

 Name after name is called and I still wait to find out. Findlay my name comes up, “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) and… Jughead Jones.” 

 I take a quick look at Jughead a shove him with my elbow, of course Jughead being Jughead rolls his eyes but I could swear I heard him say “ thank God.”

 Casually Jughead and I wait till she comes to our table and tells us which God or Goddess we’ll be talking about. “Y/N and Jughead, you’ll be talking about Hercules and Megara.. I know Megara isn’t a Goddess but their love story is amazing in this movie! You’ll be watching Hercules the Disney movie.” 

 I hear Jughead groan while I’m literally bubbling with excitement! Jughead looks at me and shakes his head knowing how much I’m a sucker for Disney films. It’s officially the end of the day and I’m grabbing whatever books I need from the locker. 

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone. “What do you want Juggie.” 

 “ Y/N how do you always know when it’s me? Anyway, I was wondering we could watch the movie on my laptop at my home but if you think my home is a bit too small we could do it at yours.” 

 “ We can watch it at yours, i prefer your house more than mine.. your place actually feels like home, but it will have to be after 6 because I have cheer practice.” I reason with him while closing my locker. 

 “ okay sure, and how on earth does my house that literally consists of only my bed, desk, small fridge, small bathroom seem more like home than yours? I never understood why you entered to be a Vixen.”

 I laugh at his comment because I’ve told him over a hundred times that being a cheerleader would be good on my college application.

 “Trust me little Juggie, home is where the heart is.. and your drive-in house is where my heart is. Jughead, I’ve told you a million times that cheerleading would look good for college.” After our discussion, Jughead and I went our separate ways. 

As I headed towards the gym I end up meeting with Betty and Veronica. “ A little bird told me that you and our Beanie boy are going to work on the love story of Hercules and Megara.” Veronica speaks with a smile on her face. Of course I know who the little bird is because Kevin sits right in front of Jughead and I.

 “ Veronica just say it’s Kevin, besides it’s just a project.” I shrug my shoulders.

 “ yeah, but I heard it’s about the Disney movie and the movie literally is the cutest thing ever! Besides I think it will be a good movie to actually get you to admit your love for your Juggie. I totally see you as a Megara, a damsel in distress, sarcastic, and someone who doesn’t want to admit their love. Besides Jughead is in love with you, it’s obvious but you just seem to ignore any affection he shows you. ” 

 I laugh and lower my head trying to hide my face because I know if Veronica or Betty saw my pink cheeks I’ll never hear the end of it. I mumble a “whatever” and hear both of them giggle.

 “Y/N! Show them how it’s done again! These girls are going to to give me high blood pressure.” Cheryl shouts I nod my head and reshow the moves and Cheryl sits down. 

I could feel my body aching, being the co- captain can be tiring. Especially when the Captain herself isn’t helping. An hour later we are done with everything and I’m headed to Jughead’s home hoping he’ll let me take a quick shower. I knock on his door and he’s quick to open it for me.

 “ you’re on time, good job little miss perfect.” He jokes and moves to the side to allow me to enter.

 “ shut up Juggie, anyway; can I take a quick shower because Cheryl decided to murder my body once again.” He nods his head and said he’ll prepare the movie. I walk into the bathroom and start to shower. 

I’m glad that I decided months ago to leave my shampoo, razor and body wash here because I’ve noticed myself from time to time staying over at Jughead’s house. We kinda help each other out, in return I do Jughead’s laundry,iron and fold them, make him homemade food whenever we decide not to go to pop’s and help with the cleaning at his house whenever it needs cleaning. 

 When I’m done with my shower I notice that Jughead left on the toilet seat cover a towel and a shirt of his. I slip on my underwear ,the extra spandex I keep with me and his shirt. I walk out the bathroom and notice that Jughead has arranged the pillows around his bed and the laptop in front of him, with the movie ready. I I take my time walking towards the bed, but since it’s a small place it takes me seconds to reach there. I hop onto his bed and sit next to him as we start to play the movie. 

 We are now at the part when Hercules would “save” Megara and he’s all googly eyes and she’s being sarcastic. 

 “ (Y/N/N) remember when we were kids and these kids were bullying you because you were short and I came in to save you. I say our relationship is exactly like theirs.”

 I hum in response “ yeah and then I said the exact same thing she said .. that my name is (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N) that’s if i had any friends… I was new to Riverdale so I had no friends. Are you implying that you were all heart eyes when you saw me?”

 He laughs so loud that I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh that loud in my life. “ you were the most beautiful girl I have ever met at the playground, and that’s why I called you by your nickname when you said that because I knew we would be friends.” 

 I laugh and return my attention back to the movie that was still playing. Now we reached the part when Megara starts to sing the song “ I won’t say I’m in love.”

 Every word that was sung I felt the exact same way, I felt like the Muses are Veronica and Betty .. After dating Reggie and what he did.. it absolutely broke my heart, and I said I would never fall in love again.. I even considered myself for 2 years as an Aromantic. But then Jughead just always made my heart warm every time we would be together.


No man is worth the aggravation. That’s ancient history, been there, done that! 


 Who’d ‘ya think you’re kiddin' 

 He’s the Earth and heaven to you 

 Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you 

 Girl, ya can’t conceal it

 We know how ya feel and 

 Who you’re thinking of 

 I automatically think of what Betty and Veronica would always tell me..


 No chance, no way I won’t say it, no, no 

 I internally laugh because that’s always my response whenever Betty or Veronica say I should admit my love.


You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh-oh


It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

 It feels so good when you start out

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl 

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out. 

 After that verse I feel my head is screaming with joy! That finally someone or a song actually understands what’s it’s been trying to tell me. And that thinking of Jughead in a romantic way is wrong and I shouldn’t even bother.


You keep on denying 

 Who you are and how you’re feeling 

 Baby, we’re not buying 

 Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

 Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up 

That ya got, got, got it bad 

 Once again Betty and Veronica’s words just keep playing … 


 You’re way off base I won’t say it

 Get off my case I won’t say it 

 I feel myself now having an internal conflict That it’s true .. that I’ll actually never say whatever my heart is telling me. 


Girl, don’t be proud It’s O.K. you’re in love

 The last line of the song is the line that hit my heart like a ton of bricks.


 Oh At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love 

 When the song ended I feel like my heart has been warmed, that even though I’m in love with Jughead, I’ll never say it out loud. By the end of the movie, Megara and Hercules are happy together after Hercules saves her. And I feel like crying at how much he loves Her after everything she did. 

 Officially the movie is over and I turn to Jughead to speak but Jughead had something to say. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” I could hear the doubt in his voice but ignore it and nod for him to continue.

 Suddenly, I feel his right hand grabbing my side of my face and he pulls me in and kisses me. I feel like my stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating 100 miles per hour, but all I do is kiss back and letting this moment live

. When we pull away a whisper from Jughead is said “ will you be my Meg and I your Hercules?”

Beautiful [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]


a/n: i tried, hopefully its good? *cringes* AND YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL, OKAY? BYE


It isn’t like Sebastian doesn’t see you, right? After all, you are his girlfriend. He sees you- touches you on a daily basis! He has to notice that you’re, well, a bit chubby, right?

Frowning, you attempt to button your jeans yet again, huffing out a frustrated sigh when they just don’t reach. They fit a few months ago! Through the mirror’s reflection, you squint at your stomach, as if it will disappear if you do it long enough. Sucking in a large breath, you reposition your fingers on the black fabric. “Come on, come on, come on!” you hiss while you stretch the fabric.

It still doesn’t work! Your eyes start to water, peering at yourself, lower lip quivering. You can’t even get your pants on, what’s Sebastian going to say?! He’s bound to notice if you don’t have pants! Oh, what are you going to do? “Hey, babyyy- why aren’t you ready yet?” the Warbler frowns, light green eyes roaming your body. “Why are you naked?” he asks, cocking his head.

Immediately, you grab your shirt, hiding your upper body from his gaze, sniffling slightly. “W-why are you early?” Sebastian furrows his thick eyebrows, glancing at the clock. He’s actually a bit late. “Oh…um… I can’t go to your concert… I’m sorry…” you whisper, eyes focused on the ground.

“Why not?” he questions in a soft tone, thumbing the button on his navy blazer. Then he notices the pile of clothing scattered across the floor. His plump pink lips tilt downwards while his dress shoes leaves indents in the carpet. “Why do you do this to yourself?” he mumbles, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Those bright hazel orbs shift to look at you, thick eyelashes fanning across his pale skin.

Here comes the rain again. Blinking back salty tears, you shake your head, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Why are you with me?” you swallow, sighing. “I’m not… I’m fat, Sebastian.”

“Excuse me, I don’t like that kind of talk.” Sebastian bites, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. Gulping, you try to avoid his gaze. “You are not fat, okay? I don’t want to hear that come out of your mouth again. You are… God, you are so sexy…” he nibbles on his bottom lip, wagging his eyebrows. A small laugh bubbles out of your mouth. “And I need my sexy girlfriend to come watch me perform. It’s good luck, you know. And after? I’m gonna show you off.” he says smugly, shifting his head to the side. His striped tie wrinkles with the movement.

With a little blush, you hide your face in his navy blazer. Why is it that he always knows what to say? “I…I have nothing to wear though…”

The Warbler instantly heads to the closet, slicked back locks shining under the lights. His nimble fingers card through your clothing. “Wear this, babe.” He holds up a flowy lavender dress, walking over to you. “It’s my favorite; hugs all your curves just right.” Sebastian smirks. Maybe one day you’ll see how beautiful you really are. But until then, Sebastian can remind you.

Just Wonho Things

EXCUSE ME WONHOOOOOO, LET ME JUST FIRST SAY THIS MAN’S BODY?! I would eat sushi off of it. Not even kidding. I tremble a little when I see his arms or anything like that BUT IN CONTRAST, HIS FACE IS SO SWEET, ESPECIALLY HIS EARS, THEY ARE TOO CUTE <3 D: (gifs are not mine)

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Originally posted by babywoon

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

He may be a big scaredy cat but he works so hard to face his fears every day. I have a lot of respect for him when I saw the Hero MV (it was okay for me if they didn’t film the video on a rooftop, I’m sure he was scared shitless). Monbebe loves you no matter what Wonho <3.

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Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

HIS LOVE FOR RAMEN IS UNDENIABLE LOL HE LOVES IT A LIL TOO MUCH XD ESPECIALLY DURING MONSTA X RIGHT NOW. His smile also brings a smile to my face, it’s a needed remedy for when you have a bad day :D It makes the birds sing in the spring and makes winter fall back into fall…that’s how epic it is. 

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He also has a little lisp too when he sings, but it is barely recognizable since he pulls it off so well. ITS SO ADORABLE THOUGH, I COULD ONLY RECOGNIZe IT IN THEIR SONG BEAUTIFUL AND THEN I GOT WHAT THE MEMBERS WERE TALKING ABOUT BUT YOU CAN’T DENY THAT IT’S NOT CUTE X_X.

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Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

Wonho you may be the scaredy cat (jk he has acrophobia) of Monsta X (next to jooheon) but your overflowing talent is amazing and I want to hear more of you solo. MONBEBE’S KNOW GOOD AND WELL WHY YOU ARE THE VISUAL (Hyungwon is the visual too) BECAUSE GOOD GOD MAN WHAT DID YOUR PARENTS FEED YOU?! When I hear White Sugar, I always think of Wonho just cause I feel like it fits him so well. MONBEBE’S LOVE THEIR WONHO AKA MINHYUK’S BROMANCER <3. PLEASE GET SOME WELL NEEDED REST AND EAT HEALTHY! (Monbebe add more :D)

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Just Shownu Things

Just Minhyuk Things

Just Kihyun Things

Just Hyungwon Things

Just Jooheon Things

Just I.M Things

Just Monsta X Things


Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 8: Only You

Originally posted by hardyness

Masterlist Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x Reader (best friends).

Warnings: Violence, and fluff. Little bit of cursing and occasional dirty joke.

Summary: You and Peter have conflicting feelings about each other. But that gets put on hold once the weapons sellers strike again. 

Peter was nervous about seeing you in school today. He only realized after Dragonfly had left him on top of that building that he had totally flaked on you guys hanging out after work. You probably hated him now for ditching you. “What should I tell her?” Peter asks Ned as they make their way to their lockers. 

“Just tell her the truth.” Ned says and Peter furrows his eyebrows at his friend. “You were at the ‘Stark Internship’.” Peter rolled his eyes. 

“I can’t keep using that excuse Ned.” Peter says. 

“Why not? It’s perfect.” He tells him. 

“Because eventually it’ll wear off it’s charm and she’s going to think I care more about Tony Stark than I do her.” Peter explains. 

“Do you care about the 'internship’ more than her?” Ned asks and Peter gets a thoughtful look on his face. 

Keep reading

Intertwined-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: ANGST. Depression, Violence, Smut, Mutant Reader (ALWAYS) powers include immortality, healing and telekinesis. Currently can’t think of anything else.

Summary: 5 years after the events of CACW, you are the live-in therapist for the newly reconciled Avengers, Steve’s Fiancé. The first words your soulmate speaks appears on your body, but only after your first conversation has taken place, making it impossible to know who your soulmate is, what will happen when Steve brings Bucky too live at the compound?  

Originally posted by busygina

Steve is staring at you with pure disbelief “Bucky is your soulmate” he states. Looking between you and his best friend. “You can’t be serious” he says. Guilt is gnawing at your brain. You’re being irrational, but you can’t help but feel responsible for your current predicament. Bucky is sitting to your left looking like he would rather be anywhere but here, Steve’s eyes are darting between you and Bucky, waiting for someone to respond to his question “I… Punk I don’ know what ta say” Bucky ventures “It aint like I walked inta her office wantin to find my soulmate” He adds dryly. “Buck, can you leave me and (y/n) alone please?” Steve grits out through clenched teeth. Bucky casts a worried glance in your direction, it passes over his face so quickly your mind barely processes it. Steve Sits quietly, leveling you with the most destroyed look you have ever seen on someones face “I cannot lose you” he whispers “Because if I ever did I’d have lost my best friend, my smile, my laugh my everything” his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, biting down so hard you can see little drop of blood forming.  “Please don’t leave me baby doll” he whispers. You rise from your chair, tears streaming down your face “Stevie, baby I’m so sorry. I’m not going to leave, I love you. Please believe me” you reassure “He was literally made for ya doll, I know what that feels like, I know how strong the pull is, you can’t promise ya won’t leave, I know because I wouldn’t be able ta promise that.” You suck in a breath “It’s you Stevie. Its always been you” you plead “Don’t push me away Cap” you grab his chin  forcing him to look at you. “I love you, I hardly know Bucky, I’ll marry you right now if that’s what it takes to make you believe me.” he stands and grabs your waist “I believe ya darlin’.” Oh thank god. Your body relaxes as he draws small circles on your hip bone “Ya gonna have ta spend time with him though” Wait, no what “hear me out (y/n), Bucky needs normal. To feel like he has someone besides me, ya know? I’ll talk ta him, we can’t avoid this Doll” Fucking Captain America making fucking sense. Motherfucker. “Alright Steven, we do this your way” resignation thick in your tone. “Thank ya darlin” He pulls you in for a kiss, your hands slipping up his arms “You’re mine, an’ you’re gonna stay that way” he murmurs against your lips. 

 Bucky’s Pov: 

His hands are shaking, breath coming out in short, sharp pants. You’re so beautiful it causes him physical pain. He can’t bear to look you in the eye, you were supposed to be his, his destiny, his love, but he can see the love you hold for Steve and it feels like a hot serrated knife is scorching its way through his chest and he can’t breathe. He needs air, because it’s obviously being sucked from his very lungs the longer he watches you with Steve. Oh yes he heard the entire conversation and every word you uttered felt like a punch straight to the solar plexus. He can’t explain the violent reaction he’s having, he wants to pull Steve apart piece by piece for touching, holding, kissing what’s his, he should be the one reassuring you, holding you close to him and he can’t fucking take it. He growls as he pushes off the wall, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You could never want him, he knows what he’s done, who he is. He’s broken, fractured, and he knows there’s no fixing what’s wrong with him. He needs space, from you, from Steve, you’re too fucking close and he can’t think. He barks out a humorless laugh as he strolls down the hallway, he chuckles at the irony of the situation; Steve never got the girls back in the 40’s, Bucky did. Oh and how the tables have turned, the one woman he truly wants can never be his because she’s already with his best friend. He knows nothing about you, but he wants to, he doesn’t know what you’re feeling or thinking but god does he want to. This burning inside his chest is screaming at him to go back, to make you his, to demand Steve to take his damn hands off you and drag you out of there. He flings himself backwards onto his bed and rubs at his eyes. Fuck he thinks, it hurts having someone in your heart, but never having them in your arms. And with that thought Bucky Barnes, infamous Winter Soldier, deadly assassin, cries for the first time in 70 years. 

 Your Pov:

 Empty, Numb. That’s how you feel after Steve leaves you alone in the lounge, the events of the last 3 hours replaying like a bad movie over in your head. You can’t begin to process what just happened, but you have the nagging suspicion that you are truly and whole heartedly fucked. You already miss Bucky’s presence and you haven’t spent more than an hour with him. You know spending more time with him isn’t going to do you any favors, the bond is only going to intensify the more time you spend with him. The fear you felt at the prospect of losing Steve is already fading and you’re completely horrified that it went away so quickly. The words Steve spoke earlier rise unbidden into your mind. “He was literally made for ya doll, I know what that feels like. I know how strong the pull is.” The realization that Bucky is already working his way underneath your skin has you chocking back sobs. I want Steve you remind yourself he’s not just another person, he’s the love of my life you’re trying to convince yourself that soulmate or not, you will not fall for Bucky Barnes. Nope. Never gonna happen. 

  How completely and spectacularly wrong you were. 

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Virgin Mary 2.0 PT. IV// Elijah Mikaelson

A/N: This is the last chapter before Elijah and the reader meet! Sorry it’s so short

Part 1!    Part 2!     Part 3!     Part 4!

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“Hey Rebekah, I couldn’t help but notice that there’s no Klaus yelling, where is he?” You asked walking into the living room.

“He’s dealing with the Marcel distraction.” Rebekah said, not looking up from her computer.

“I feel fine Agnes.” Your sister huffed.

“You’re both overdue for a checkup.” Agnes reasoned. 

“What are we gonna do? Check into the Quarter for an ultrasound? A pregnant wolf with her pregnant sister escorted by a witch, nothing to see here.” She said sarcastically.  

“The only person excited to be pregnant is your sister, and she didn’t even have to do anything to get the baby.” 

“I know a doctor out in the bayou. We already have an appointment for you guys.” Agnes said, gesturing for you to follow her. 

“So we’re going to the doctor’s now?” You asked.

“Yes.” Hayley huffed.

“You both have a unique birthmark.” Dr. Paige said. 

“We’re done here right?” Hayley asked.

“Your blood pressure is a bit high, I’ll get you something for that. Your sister seems fine so she can leave.” Dr. Paige said. You got up but stood next to Hayley, seeing she was texting Rebekah.

“I’m, ahh, not good with pills.” Hayley’s voice wavered slightly.

“To be honest neither am I.” Dr. Paige said, nervousness in her voice.

You lean over towards the door to see a group of men talking to Agnes. Glancing over at Hayley, you saw that she was on high alert, which meant she saw the men. You run over to the door, close it and lock it as Hayley manages to knock out the doctor. She unlocks the window and both of you get out just in time to hear the door slam open as you begin running away. 

Your breathing had just evened out before the men passed in front Hayley. Just as the last man passed, you ran up to him and kicked him in the gut as your sister deals with another, snapping his neck. A third man comes towards you with a knife but before he can get you, you grab the knife and kick him back while tossing the knife to Hayley, she slits his throat. Breathing heavily you kept your eyes open for more attackers when you hear a snap.

“I have to say I’m impressed.” Rebekah said, stepping over the bodies.

“Oh thank God.” You breathe.

“Who are they?” Beckah asked.

“We don’t know.” Your sister said.

“There’s more of them, you need to run.” Rebekah exclaimed, just before she’s shot with arrows.

“Rebekah!” You and Hayley scream, before you passed out.

“You know, no matter what we do, we always, get hurt.” You said, stumbling after your sister .

“And we can’t catch a break.” She laughed.

“Hayley!” You heard Klaus exclaim. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember.” Hayley said, dazed. Klaus looks over at you.

“Don’t look at me! I don’t remember anything either.” You said.

“How are you healed?” Rebekah asked.

“I think I found out what my baby is.” You said, smiling at Rebekah.

“Half-vampire, half-unknown?” Rebekah smiled.

“The witches were to protect you both and here you are getting healed by your babies! When I see Sophie Deveraux-”

“It wasn’t her, it was Agnes.” Hayley said.

“I’ll murder them all.” Klaus stated.

“You will not! Anything that happens to Sophies happens to us. Elijah won’t be happy when he finds out you accidentally murdered us because you killed Sophie.” You said.

“Also, our dear Elijah has been in touch, he has a plan, all he wants us to do is keep the baby mamas safe.” Rebekah said.

“So we can go home now? I want to sleep for a week.” Hayley joked.

“If your going to follow Sophie just make sure you don’t get hurt. I’m gonna stay here and rest up.” You said to Hayley.

“Well I mean, you are human and you killed two men twice you size.” Hayley smiled.

“Okay, bye.” You said as she closed the door.

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“Did you ever love me?” The question hung thick in the silence.

She finally brought herself to look into those eyes that used to bring her peace, but when she did, the person that she used to find within them, wasn’t there at all. And she found herself wanting to look away.

“Look at us now. Look at us.” She shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. “God, I don’t know. I don’t know…”

A pause.

“I don’t even know if you love me. I don’t even know…” She swallowed and blinked the tears away. “I don’t even know if I love you.”

The silence she was met with told her all she needed to know. It made something within her snap. A mask washed over her features, it’s how she always protected herself. And this time when she spoke, her words were laced with venom.

“Admit it. You’re used to saying you love me because that’s what I wanted to hear. Do you honestly feel anything or are they just words?”

“Or are you too broken to know what love actually is? To know what it feels like?” She sneered, eyes locked in on the ones before her.

“This relationship was folly, nothing but a figment made from our desperation for something real to cling to. Because how can it be real? How can it work when we’re only pieces and never whole and everything in this universe is against our very existence?”

Her heart crumbled in her chest and her lungs turned into cement. She couldn’t breathe.

“You know what I say is true. That’s why you haven’t said a word.”

—  What little we had is gone. It has been for a while now.
Love Affair Part 6

Beginning: Love Affair Part 1

Warning: Cussing. Smut. 

Love Affair Part 6

Chapter 10

“Fuck. Fuck me harder Negan. Fuck me harder” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. Negan had me against the shower wall, holding my thighs tight as he shoved his dick deep inside of me. “Fuck me harder.”

“Now doll.” Negan said, stopping moving, making me whimper. “If you really want me to fuck you harder, you got to say it the right fucken way.” He started moving slowing and soft. “So doll, tell me again how you want me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me harder daddy.” I said, making him smile. “Fuck me harder daddy.”

“That’s my fucken girl.” Negan said pulling out and thrusting himself deep and hard inside of me. “Keep telling daddy what you fucken want.”

“I want you to make me cum daddy.” I said, closing my eyes as my body started to shake all over. “Make me cum daddy. Make me cum, on your big hard cock”

“Fucken A.” Negan said, digging his fingers into my thighs as he started to thrust harder and harder. “Does my fucken dirty girl, like me fucking her this way?”

“Yes daddy. Yes” I said, digging my nails into his neck as I start to cum. “Oh daddy. I’m cumming. I’m cumming daddy.”

“That’s right doll. Fucken cum for daddy.” Negan said, going faster and harder, making me hit another climax.“Fuck doll. This fucken pussy of your is fucken tightening up again. Is my fucken dirty girl cumming again?”

“Yes daddy. I’m cumming again. I’m cumming.” I said, kissing him roughly as I came again. “Fuck daddy. Fuck.”

“Fuck doll. I’m going to cum.” Negan said, pulling out of me and groan against my neck as he came between my leg. “Fuck me. Fuck.” We both were breathing heaving as we trying to catch our breaths. “Fuck doll.” He chuckle a bit. “Almost fucken came in you… again.”

We both laugh. “What? Makes that like, the fourth time?” I said, smiling as he sat me on my feet. My legs started shaking bad and went out on me. “Oh shit.”

“I got you doll. I got you.” Negan said, smiling as he held me close. “You know, I’ll always fucken got you, right doll?” I nodded my head as I smile up at him. “Good.” His smile got bigger. “What about you? You fucken got me too?”

“Always babe.” I said making his smile get bigger. We started kissing, slowing and passionately, just like the first time. “I’ll always got you Negan, always.”

Chapter 11 Negan’s POV

I laid there, watching (y/n) sleep. She was finally sleeping better, thank god, because she needed it. I remember when she first started spending the night, back when we were just friends. She was always tossing and turning on the couch. Staying up late, because she was worried what was going on with Danny. But now, she was asleep like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I started hearing a buzzing noise. I looked over and I saw it was (y/n) phone going off. I didn’t have to look at the phone to know who it was. Danny, his bitch ass as been calling her and texting her the whole weekend. He kept asking her how she was doing. What she was up to. When she was coming home. 

She said he never did that before, will back in the begging he did. But the past few months, it’s been nothing expect him asking what she was making for dinner. Even text messages like that was rare, since he was always at the strip clubs and bars. 

God, he was a fucken asshole. But, I got to thank him for that. Because if he wasn’t the biggest asshole in the world, I would never had met (Y/N). She never would have gone to the lounge that night and I would be home alone right now.

I just hope Danny signs the papers over without a problem. I know doll said Danny wants to make things work, but fuck, it’s already done and over with. He fucked up so much she’s done with it. She wasn’t going to change her mind, no matter what he does. 

I’m glad she wasn’t going to change her mind. I meant what I told her a few days ago, I can’t handle not having her with me. I need her, god I need her more than I need anything. I needed her, all of her. She’s caring, sweet, loving, wonderful, beautiful, smart, funny, and she has so much love in her. 

I guess that’s why I’m in love with her. The way she acts, the way she talks, just the way she is made me fall in love with her. I never felt this way before, not even with my ex. I thought I was in love then, but hell, now I know I was full of shit back then. 

Because this, what me and doll have is real. It’s what I needed, what I’ve been looking, what we both have been looking for. Was this, it was us, we were looking for each other this whole damn time. And I’ll do anything, to keep this going.

“Negan.” She said, slowing opening her eyes and looking over at me. “You okay?”

“Yeah doll. I’m fine.” I said, smiling at her. “I fucken got you after all.”

“Yeah, you do.” She said, smiling back at me. “Come here.”

I went over to her and crawled on top of her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me as I lean down and kiss her. God, no matter how many times we kiss, she still taste sweet to me. I broke the kiss and looked down at her, she had this glow coming off of her. She just looked, will, gorgeous to me.

“Negan, make love to me.” She said, touching my face gently. “Make love to me.” 

I groan at her words as I took her lips again. I push myself inside of her and started to make love to her. Like always,making love, it felt like hours for us. I press my forehead against her’s as I watch her lost herself to my touch.

“I love you doll.” I said as I took her hand in mine. “I love you… I love you.”

Then she said words that I’ve been waiting to hear. Three little simple words.

“I love you.”

Love Affair Part 7 

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note: takes place during the early days of ss travelling together

she’s doing it again. 

sasuke tries not to notice because that will mean he cares and that will mean he’ll have to acknowledge that it bothers him. he looks away but he can hear sakura giggle softly before, he assumes, she types out a message in return while beaming at her phone. he didn’t truly think about the habit until last week, but ever since they started travelling together three months ago, sakura has been quietly texting someone and grinning about it like it’s the highlight of her day.

which made him wonder: did sakura leave behind a lover in konoha?

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Second part of  (x).
Lena and Kara are at their first date.

Lena: “Thanks for accepting my invite, you look lovely!”
Kara: “No, thank you for inviting me! I… I was kinda surprised that you… I mean… The whole ‘asking out’ thing.”
Lena: “Apparently your friend Supergirl was very incredulous as well!”
Kara: “Yeah, haha… How can you blame her?”
Lena: “Well, since I wasn’t putting much effort in hiding my interest, I have to say that I wasn’t prepared for you to not to notice it. Such a reporter you are, huh?”
Kara: “I-I thought you were just extremely nice and… Which you are, by the way! I mean, it’s not… it’s not like you aren’t because you have… ehm…”
Lena: “Feelings for you?”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “I was just gonna go with ‘a slight interest for me’.”
Lena: “Slight? Yeah, alright, let’s put it in that way if it makes you stop being so nervous.”
Kara: “I’m not nervous! I’m just-”
Lena: “Nervous?”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Okay, maybe a little bit. But it’s only because I don’t do this from a while, and never in this… in this way.”
Lena: “Which way?”
Kara: “I’ve never… ehm… I mean, of course I’ve dated before… Who… Who hasn’t… right? But never…  you know… Like… Like never a…”
Lena: “Girl?”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Yep… Never a girl.”
Lena: “Oooh, so this is what it’s all about! God, I almost went crazy the other day trying to figure out why Supergirl was that shaken!”
Kara: “I WASN-! I-I mean, how could Supergirl ever be shaken, she’s Supergirl!”
Lena: “I thought she was having a panic attack or something, while now I know she was just concerned about your dating background.”
Kara: “Okay, first of all there’s no way she was having a panic attack!”
Lena: “Uhm, I’m pretty positive she was sweating.”
Kara: “SWE-… That’s not- This just can’t be true!”
Lena: “I must disagree.”
Kara: “I object!”
Lena: “Ohoh, alright, alright! She was all cool and fine! She handled the situation like a superhero - as she is -, and I read too much between the lines. Better now?”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Yes.”
Lena: “Here we go. So, how do you feel about this? Really, apart being nervous, what do you think of us being on a date?”
Kara: “I… I guess…I guess I’ve never thought about dating a girl in the past and… I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’ve ever been into a girl before.”
Lena: “And?”
Kara: “And… I mean, I like… I like being friends with you-”
Lena: “Uuh, sounds like it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
Kara: “What?! No! Nononononono, I’m not done!”
Lena: “You’re not?”
Kara: “Absolutely not done!”
Lena: “Alright. Please continue, then.”
Kara: “I was saying that I… really care about our friendship. So I just fear that… if anything happens…”
Lena: “We’re not gonna be able to go back to how things were before?”
Kara: “Yeah, pretty much. How can you always manage to finish all my sentences??”
Lena: “Oh, I haven’t told you? I’m a telepath.”
Kara: “WHAT?!?!!”
Lena: “Yeah, I can hear all your crazy thoughts.”
Kara: “…”
Lena: “…”
Lena: “… Kara, breathe, I’m kidding.”
Lena: “Your face is iconic right now.”
Kara: “I’ve almost had a heart attack!!”
Lena: “Why would I need to know what do you think if I already knew, Kara?”
Kara: “I… I don’t know, I…  Y-you’re the criminal mind, here!!”
Lena: “Crim-… I’m just teasing! That’s what I do if I’m nervous.”
Kara: “Oh my God, I was so close to-… Wait, what? You’re nervous too?”
Lena: “Sure I am: I asked the girl I like out and I still have no clue if she likes me back.”
Kara: “Wha-… Of course I like you!”
Lena: “Yeah, as a friend.”
Kara: “No!! I mean, yes, but-”
Lena: “But?”
Kara: “But… But I can’t figure out why, Lena. Seriously, you are amazing! You could be with someone that is just as wonderful as you are without any problem, and yet you… you asked me out. I just… I just don’t get why me above all the people.”
Lena: “Is this what is bugging you so much?”
Kara: “Yes! Yes, it is!”
Lena: “Oh well, Kara Danvers, I hope you’re ready ‘cause I’m gonna tell you. From the first moment I saw you, I asked myself how it could be possible for someone like you to be of this planet.”
Kara: “…”
Lena: “I’ve never saw into your eyes that judgemental look that everyone gives me all the time. Instead, you always made me feel like… I don’t know, like you were really trying to understand me. And I’ve never met someone who truly thinks that there’s some good in me, that I’m not only my last name. You have been kind, Kara. Always. Maybe it’s normal for you, but it isn’t for me. I’ve never felt such an instantaneous, true connection with someone, like the one I feel with you, and when I’m with you it’s like… taking a break from everything and… just being me. So maybe I don’t know what type of music you’re into, what’s your favorite color or what’s the name of your first stuffed animal, but I know enough to be… to feel in the way I do for you.”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “…I-”
Lena: “There’s no need for you to say anything. Well, exept for what you want to order, ‘cause it’s the third time the waiter tries to ask us if we’re ready and we completely ignore him.”
Kara: “Oh gosh, I haven’t even notic-… Wait, really?? The third??”
Lena: “More likely the fourth.”
Kara: “Okay, now I feel terrible.”
Lena: “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gets a generous tip when our dinner is over.”
Kara: “Why can’t we apologize to him instead? He’s just right there!”
Lena: “Are you kidding? I’m not gonna apologize to him.”
Kara: “Why??”
Lena: “I own this place, Kara. The least they can do is to serve me when it most pleases me.”
Kara: “…”
Lena: “I also happen to own an entire tower, Kara. A restaurant is no biggie”.
Kara: “And we can eat all the things we want for free??!”
Lena: “… Sure?”
Kara: “Like, all the things???”
Lena: “Well, I’d like to keep the decor intact, but if you really can’t resist.”
Kara: “Why didn’t you tell me earlier???”
Lena: “I didn’t know that owning restaurants was the winning card for your heart!”
Lena: “… Unbelievable.”

Here for the third part (x)

For the first time, your name feels nervous coming from my lips.
You turn to me, eyes filled with inquiry at my request,
And still you shake your head.

You’re headstrong, but your heart is so much stronger,
So you’ve always used it instead.
I love you for that.

I’ve never told you, but, God, I love you for that.
I feel those words on my tongue now, want to say them so badly,
But somehow I know my confession will only contradict my request.

Those three are words from the heart, not the head.
Saying them will only render yours useless,
Will only blind you from seeing what needs to be done.

I hesitate for a moment, but decide not to say them.

I cannot bare to hear your lips breathe shaky breaths,
Nor watch your eyes close in final defeat.
I cannot kill you, too.

I love you too much to say I love you,
So I tell you to hurry instead.

I wonder if you notice my frustration, my nervousness, my fear.
Do you read my face like you do a book?
Do you know all the things I want to tell you?

Maybe you do.
After all, you do say “you too.”