good swollen morning to you all

okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”


This was requested as a drabble but i started writting and now i just decided to make it a one shot.


He was in shock. He was absolutely astonished, amazed, stunned, and about a thousand other synonyms for shocked. The object in Steve’s hand had the power to change his entire life, and the lives of those around him.

Could it be? Was it possible?

Stumbling into the living room, he stared forward, barely processing the questions being thrown at him from his teammates.

Bucky, Tony, Sam, Clint, and Bruce all exchanged concerned glances with each other. What could have possibly brought the practically unstoppable super soldier to a gaping mess?

The object in Steve’s hand was heavy despite it being made of only thin plastic, and as he finally managed to get this thoughts in some sort of order, a smile graced his lips, and he held up the object.

In his hand was a positive pregnancy test.

~Approximately 12 hours earlier~

You howled in laughter, holding onto your friends arm to keep yourself upright as you stumbled in your heels into the club. The lights flashed to the beat of the loud music and you could hardly hear the voices of your friends as they gestured towards an empty booth.

Sliding in, someone ordered some shots, and the party went on.

What had started as an innocent dinner with your old college friends, turned into drinks, which turned into wasted bar hopping.

And everyone knows when a group of girls get past a certain point of drunkenness, the good stuff starts coming out.

“C'mon (Y/n) you’re the only one left, don’t hold back any details.” Your friend called over the thumping music.

You snorted into your drink. The drunk part of you wanted to tell them everything, I mean who didn’t want to brag about how amazing their superhero boyfriend was in bed, but the sober part of you (as small as it was) still new better.

“Well, lets just say, he is not nearly as innocent as people like to assume he is.” you smirked as the girls lets out whistles and shrieks of laughter.

Your best friend, (f/n), did a fake overdramatic swoon, “Ugh, what I would give. Me and my man got in a fight the other week and he hasn’t touched me since.”

“Damn girl what did you do?” you laughed.

“Oh, (Y/n) you’ll get a kick out of this,” she chuckled, reaching into her purse and tossing your something across the table.

You eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, “Oh my god, (f/n) are you- “

“No no, its fake!” she cried shaking her head, “I tricked my boyfriend and he did not find it as funny as I did.” she chuckled.

Suddenly one of your other friends cut in, “Oh my god, (Y/n), you have to do that to Steve!”

The table erupted into shouts of agreement and you tucked the test into your bag, quickly forgetting about it as the subject shifted to the topic of the bartender who had apparently been giving you looks since you sat down.

Hours later, you stumbled into the tower, hardly remembering how you arrived there, and tried to make your way to the room you shared with Steve. You barely made it to the living room before flopping down onto the couch, content with sleeping there that night, but luckily FRIDAY let Steve know of you position.

When he walked out and saw you face down on the couch, your hair a mess, your dress riding dangerously high on your thighs, and heels hanging off your feet, he couldn’t help but laugh before he gently shook you awake, “(Y/n), doll, c'mon I’m gonna take you to bed.” he whispered.

“How romantic,” you purred looking up at him.

He laughed and scooped you up into his arms as you giggled into his chest, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead as he set you on the bed before slipping off your shoes. He managed to slide off your cocktail dress before you latched onto him again.

“Are you trying to initiate something with me Captain?” you hummed.

“If you’re still feeling up to it in the morning, then I’d be happy to initiate, but for now you need to sleep.” he said, and while he was almost positive you didn’t hear a word he said, you let him help you into your pajamas. All while looking at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes and a sensual smirk, like you had something planned.

The second he joined you in the bed, you jumped onto him and passionately pressed your lips to his.

Crawling ontop of him you deepened the kiss and ran your hands through his hair.

“Mmh, (Y/n), you need, to, sleep.” Steve mumbled through the kisses. After a few moments, you pulled back with a satisfied look in your eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen red lips. It took all of his self control not to pull you back into another kiss.

Placing small smooches on his jaw and neck, you snuggled into his side, “G’night Steve.”

He smiled down at you, “Good night (Y/n).”

When Steve woke up again, it was due to a combination of your moaning and his alarm clock. He quickly rolled over and shut off the beeping, causing you to let out a sigh of relief and pull the blankets over your head to block out the morning sun.

“How are you feeling doll?” Steve chuckled as he sat up.

“I think I’m dying,” You groaned in response.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want to join me on my morning run?” he asked.

“Just the thought of that it making me nauseous.” You grumbled, your face pressed into the pillow.

He placed a gently kiss on the back of your head as he got up, “I’ll be back in a little bit, ok?”

All he got in response was another groan.

Walking out of your room, Steve made his way into the living room, smiling at Natasha who was sitting with her coffee.

“Morning.” she smiled, “How’s (Y/n)? I heard her stumbling in late last night.”

“Not good,” he said shaking his head.

“I’ll take her to breakfast, get her some fresh air and hangover food.”

“Thanks Nat.”

“No problem Cap.”

Hours later, after a long run, Steve returned to the tower to find his and your room empty. Walking in, he stumbled over your purse, which was laying on the ground where you had dropped it last night. And out of it came the small stick that cause Captain America to completely freeze up. And that brings us to where we are now.

The men in the room all gaped at the pregnancy test.

“Is that…” Sam mumbled.

“Steve, is that (Y/n)’s?” Tony asked, taking the test from his hands, only for Steve to grab it right back.

“It fell out of her purse…I mean, why else would she have it?”

Bucky chuckled, slapping his best friend on the back, “Congrats punk.” he said, beaming with happiness for him.

“God, can you imagine, having a little baby crawling around here? Ohh, I can make it a little suit!” Tony said.

“No, my kid is not going anywhere near your suits.”

“What names are you thinking of?”

“Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“I call being the godfather!”

“Ha, we both know I will be the godfather!”

The group gushed over the possible baby like a group of middle aged women which was a very weird sight for you, Nat, and Wanda to see when you walked back in from breakfast.

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Wanda asked.

“I have no idea.” You said back.

Suddenly, Bucky’s eyes met yours, and he quickly spun Steve around so he was facing you.

Your boyfriend’s face absolutely lit up when he saw you standing there. He always looked at you with eyes full of love and adoration, but this was a whole other level.

“(Y/n).” he said in what was a mix of a sigh and a laugh. He scoops you up into his arms and hugged you tightly, but gently.

“Nope, still hungover, don’t squeeze me too hard.” You laughed, and he set you down, “What’s gotten into you?”

“I, uh,” he took a deep breath, “I found this.” He held up the pregnancy test, and you physically felt your soul leave your body.

“Oh…Oh no no, Steve that that’s not-” you stammered.

“(Y/n)! Why didn’t you tell us!” Natasha asked.

You were bombarded with questions from the team, ranging from how far along you were, to whether or not it was from that time Tony walked in on you gettin it on while you two were skinny dipping in the hot tub (but that’s a whole story on its own).

Looking around the room, your eyes met Wanda’s, and judging by the nervous look on her face, she knew the truth.

“Guys.” You said, but it was lost in the commotion, “Guys listen!” you shouted.

They quieted down, and you looked hesitantly at your Boyfriend, the look of excitement in his eyes broke your heart, “Steve, that’s not real.” you sighed, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see his reaction. But you didn’t need to, you could hear the heartbreak in his voice.


“I’m sorry, my friend gave it to me last night as a joke and I completely forgot about it and…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

It was silent for a moment as what yoy said sunk in. Then he spoke up, “Th-that’s ok (Y/n),” he said with a sad smile, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it. I should have asked you about it first.”

With a tight lipped smile, he awkwardly left the room.

The team stood in a stunned silence, and you sighed rubbing your face before following Steve.

It took you a bit to find him, he wasn’t in your room, or in the gym, or anywhere else you could think until you finally found him on the balcony looking out over the city. The fake test was sitting next to him.

“Steve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even brought that home.” You stood next to him,  melting into his side and he put his arm around you.

“It’s not your fault. I just got excited I guess.” he said, laughing a bit.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids so bad.”

“Either did I. I guess when I saw it there and thought you were pregnant, I realized how much I love you. And thinking of it all, it just made me excited. And…if you want to, I love to have kids with you.”

“I would love to have kids with you too,“ you smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you, “And you know, we do it so often I wouldn’t be surprised it I really was pregnant and just didn’t know it.” you winked up at him, “But, just to seal the deal, maybe we should recreate that time in the hot tub.”


Not really feeling that ending but whatevs. I am slowly getting through all my requests so there should be more coming soon.
Hope you enjoy!!


For all the feedees and big belly girls out there, and the ones who are striving to become them, here is a little bit of encouragement for the day.

Just keep eating, fill that belly up. Eat that last slice of pizza, drink that high calorie milk shake you’ve been craving. Make yourself moan in fullness like you are meant to be. Eat seconds, thirds, fourths, until you feel the layers of fat begin to settle on your swollen belly, then dessert. Don’t put it off, drink all that heavy cream like you told yourself you would, your future self will appreciate it. Feel your skin begin to stretch, your clothes become tighter, and the growing weight of your bloated midriff. Experience that new Jiggle when you walk, the new waddle you’ve been finding yourself doing. Keep yourself stuffed to your limit… all day. Forget what hunger feels like, familiarize yourself with being a bloated, fat, growing girl. Swell out of your clothes, pop those buttons you never thought you could, and reach those proportions you’d never thought you’d be. Make them ask you when you’re due. Feel the weight of your belly on your thighs increase as you shove fat dense food into your greedy mouth. Notice that new stretch mark tomorrow morning from the entire day of eating. Do it, become that swollen girl you know you’re meant to be. Make today the day you go really got fat. Be a good feedee.

And to all the feeders out there, take care of your feedees and keep feeding them. Don’t forget to remind them how sexy and big they are getting and make sure they know how much bigger you’re going to make them. Rub their big full tummies and keep pushing their limit, they will love it.

depiction of love;4

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Romance (Fluff) | drabble series
Summary:  The very depiction of love, a kiss, can be given in a rush before leaving the house or with indubitably different intentions in the corner of a crowded room but it is always a silent secret held between the lips of the receivers, the lovers, the couple. It is always different, as different as the feelings buoying around it are for, its peculiarity, is the lack of voidness.
Prompt: “Good Morning” kiss
Word Count: 1.371 words
AN: basically I just fell in love with a drabble game about kisses (here) and I just couldn’t resist making a series out of it.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

He tilts his head to the side – the morning light that filters through half closed curtains still too heavy for his eyes – and closes his lids once again as his body slowly awakens along with his mind.
A groan leaves his mouth as he takes in the sparse bedroom basked in sunlight and a smile plasters on his lips as soon as her features come into his sight.
His body shifts, careful to not interrupt her sleep, and he finds himself resting on a side, his arms right under his face to support his head whilst he takes in every detail of her.
Her long hair is ruffled behind her head, probably tangled by last night’s activity, her brows relaxed upon her closed lids, her long lashes grazing her pink cheeks making her look just like a porcelain doll or, even, an angel descended from heaven.
He sighs in contentment as his eyes find the curve of her cherry lips that he loves so much to kiss and bite and claim as his property whenever he can. Even now, if he didn’t risk waking her up, he’d brush his mouth against her soft one. It’s almost like he needs a constant reminder of what she feels and tastes like. And it also seems like a drug, something he just can’t stop craving even if he knows he shouldn’t.
When she’s not there, it’s all he can think about and, when she is there, she occupies every inch of his body, mind and soul. She owns him in a way he never experienced before and, even though it is the scariest thing in the world, he wouldn’t have it any other way for there isn’t a greater keeper for his heart than her.

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Welcome Home (SMUT)

A/N: Decided to combine these two :) Also, football = soccer. I use British English, people :P I also had trouble looking for an appropriate GIF for this and this was the best I could use for it XD

Character: Niall

Warning(s): Smut

Originally posted by ninicutiepie

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Imagine Gibbs being your boyfriend and taking care of you while you’re on your period.

The bottle of Advil clicked as Gibbs placed it down on the bedside table alongside a glass of water. “You need anything else?” the marine asked, pushing your hair back from your face with a calloused hand.

You offered a thin smile while popping two of the painkillers in your mouth, downing them both in one gulp. “I’ll be okay for now.”

Gibbs smirked and sat down on the bed next to you, “You know, if we got married and had a kid, you wouldn’t have to worry about your period for nine months.”

You arched a brow, amusement playing across your face, “And instead deal with morning sickness, back pain, swollen ankles, cravings and whatever other hell pregnancy would bring?”

Gibbs raised a brow, “To be fair, pregnancy does bring a baby after all that hell,” he pointed out with a smile.

“And so enters the next eighteen years of hell,” you joked, pulling the covers around your shoulders.

Gibbs chuckled, “I promise there’s some good moments in there. First words, first smile, hugs…”

“That’s because you’re a guy and don’t have to actually give birth.”

“Fair enough.”

Gif Credit: Gibbs


Pairing: Tama Tonga x Reader
Word count: 1,031
Prompt: Drunk sex leads to a big surprise
Warning(s): Smut
Tag(s): @theelitevillian

You’re both drunk.

Too drunk.

You two probably won’t even remember what’s gonna happen the next day, but he’s your friend. Friends, do this all the time right? Have drunk sex? Probably not. Tama and yourself probably won’t realize what happened until the next day but as if right now you two didn’t care. That’s why you’re currently in a hotel room together trying to get each other’s clothes off. You managed to get Tama’s shirt off and he sat on the edge of the bed.

You got on your knees in front of him and unbuckling his pants and throwing them to the side. You can see his bulge in his boxer and felt yourself getting aroused at the sight. Pulling down his boxers to his ankles you gently grabbed his dick, stroking it. Tama tilted his head back, eyes closed. You weren’t stroking him for even 5 minutes and he was already erect. You could hear Tama swear under his breath in pleasure. Tucking your hair behind your ears you leaned down and licked the tip of his dick.

You slowly brought your head lower and lower until his entire dick was in your mouth; deep throating him. Tama swore again, this time a bit louder and you chuckled to yourself “Oh you think that’s funny?” You looked up at Tama and he grabbed a handful of your hair and bobbed your head back and forth. He was so intense and aggressive and then he just pulled you off of him. You coughed a bit and Tama got up from the bed. He picked you up and threw you on the bed.

You can see the lust in eyes as Tama crawled into the bed, towards you. He grabbed your skirt and pulled it off along with your panties and it looked as if he was about to have the best meal of his life. He cupped your butt and raised your hips up and without warning, he began to lick, suck, and tongue fucks your pussy. You gasped in pleasure, running your hand through Tama’s hair.

He brought his head up and pulled you closer to him. Tama stopped and examined your body, a lust filled smirk on his face. Before you could say another word he slid inside and began to thrust aggressively. You couldn’t hold your voice in and let out all of your moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

When Tama suddenly stopped you were almost about to whine and complain until he shifted positions to where he was on his back and you were on top. You couldn’t help but chuckle while pressing your hands on his chest “You want me to ride you?” of course this was a rhetorical question. You grinded and rocked your hips back and forth while Tama held your hips. You felt amazing right now, wrapped up in ecstasy and pleasure.

“You like riding on top baby?” You heard Tama ask while chuckling a bit. By the way, you were moving your hips he already knew the answer to that. You grew tired and stopped, lying on his chest, out of breath. This wasn’t the end of it though, Tama rolled you over on your stomach “Don’t think it stops because you’re tired.” He lifted your hips and slid inside once again.

You groaned under your breath, filling every inch of him fill you up. Biting and gripping the sheets you felt him pound deeply inside of you “Ah…..shit…..!” His grip on you tightened a bit and he thrust faster until he stopped and you felt him release inside of you. He panted and rolled on his side. You fell completely on your stomach and panted “That was good.” You told Tama “Yeah.”

You sat on your toilet looking at the pregnancy test that said “positive”, for a few months now you’ve been in denial about what was happening. You thought you caught a virus from throwing so much in the morning, you thought maybe you were eating too much since you were gaining weight, you thought maybe you were walking around too much from your swollen feet but you just wanted to confirm all the lies you were telling yourself so you took a pregnancy test and you could hear your heart break in two when the test said “positive”.

You can only pinpoint the father to one person: Tama Tonga, he was the only person you’ve been with in so long but the problem is…how can you possibly tell him that you’re pregnant? With HIS child? There was no way you could possibly tell him something like this. After you two had drunk sex you both promised not to talk about it with anybody and to act it never happened, but you two seem to act weird around each other.

You didn’t have a lot of options here.; who could you call for help? Kenny? The Young Bucks? Fale? And say what? That you had drunk sex with Tama and now you’re pregnant? That could throw Bullet Club for a loop. Your phone vibrating got your attention, unlocking it you saw a text from Tama. He wanted to meet for dinner so you two could talk…talk about what? You graciously accepted his offer and you two decided to meet in 30 minutes.

What’re you going to do?

You two sat in silence for a few minutes, the atmosphere was incredibly awkward and Tama wouldn’t look at you. Wasn’t he the one that texted you to meet? What’s his problem all of a sudden? You couldn’t help but get irritated with him but you kept quiet to see what he was going to do. You still had to tell this man that you’re pregnant by him….you didn’t know if telling him right now was the best course of action though. Screw it, right? Either you tell him or you keep it to yourself. Tama looked up at you and right when he opened his mouth to speak your big secret came out.

“I’m pregnant and the baby is yours.”




Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: This is part of mine and @buckyywiththegoodhair‘s Christmas Drabble Party. Request: Steve Rogers + Blizzard. Thank you to the lovely @httpbarnes for your wonderful request! I hope you like it!

Words: 1.1k+ (yeah, this one turned out longer than a drabble, oops.)

Warnings: Fluff and making out :):):)

Originally posted by ncoleys

Steve and you were stranded in Stark Tower. You’d booked your flights way too close to Christmas and now you were stuck in a blizzard, all flights cancelled until after Christmas. 

You sighed. You should’ve listened to Wanda and booked your flights well before Christmas, like the rest of the team had done. You were just dreading going back home and having to deal with your mom getting on your case about what you’ve chosen to do with your life. She was not a fan of the whole Avengers thing. So, you’d booked your flight for Christmas Eve. But now, the weather was so severe there was no way you were getting home in time for Christmas. Even though you’d been dreading spending so much time with your mom, you still missed her. And your dad. And your brother. You’d never spent Christmas away from them before.

You decided to venture out of your room and look for Steve. Steve had no place else to go, and when Sam had invited him to spend Christmas with him and his family, he’d politely declined. Insisting that he just wanted to spend Christmas in New York again.

At least you weren’t completely alone. But it was funny, really. Out of all the Avengers you could have been stuck with during a blizzard, it had to be Steve. The man couldn’t stand you. It hadn’t always been like that. Things were good, amazing even, with him in the beginning. You’d found comfort in his baby blue eyes. The two of you had been close. Which is why it hurt so much when he’d become so cold to you all of a sudden. 

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When Morning Comes (Luke)*

*= smut 

|| things get steamy after Luke wakes you up from a wet dream. || 


You felt your back crash against the bathroom tiles on the wall, Luke carrying your thighs with his large hands, his hard touch leaving bruises on your delicate skin. 

“Baby, the movie.” You murmur against his lips. You heard Luke groan as he sits you down on the bathroom sink, the edges of his fingers slipping under your skirt. 

He brings your foreword, attaching his lips on yours hungrily. 

“Fuck the movie.”

He leans against you, the bulge in his jean pressing against your  leg.   

“But baby, we’ve had these tickets for-” You cut  yourself off with a moan just as soon as Luke’s lips trailed down to the sweet spot on your neck. 

“Then think twice before  making me hard during the movie.”  Luke rasps, molding  his lips against yours again with great gusto. 

You moaned into his mouth, still tasting the salt from the popcorn on his lips.  

“Mmmm, you smell good.”” Luke whispers in your ear before kissing down your body. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, feeling  his hot breath fan down your arms and legs, causing goosebumps to  pierce your skin. 

You heard him groan again, but this time you smirked at him, knowing the reason. 

“Problem, Lucas?” 

He leans in, so his warm hands can grip your ass firmly, rubbing his thumbs onto the corners of your underwear.  

“You know what the problem is.”  Luke murmurs before dipping down to kiss the skin of your inner thighs.

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Those Eyes---Part 2

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam, Luke (OMC), Daughter Ruby (OFC) 

Word Count: 2808

Summary: You do everything in your power to find the man who fathered your little girl and left the two of you high and dry. 

Warnings: Angst, sad ending, single parenting, past one-night stand, Dean is not a good dad

A/N: So, I know several people wanted a part two. All I have to say is be careful what you ask for because this turned out even more depressing if that’s possible. 

Wiping at the salty tracks that were streaked over your cheeks you forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was the first step into the new life that was ahead of you. Before you had Ruby, things had seemed almost like part of some dream, like everything was slightly surreal. Meeting Dean, getting pregnant, the swollen ankles and morning sickness, it was like it would all just vanish one morning. Now that you were going back to your little apartment, too small even for a separate nursery for your newborn daughter, in your beat up Dodge Neon, it felt all too real.

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Summary: A year later, you’ve finally come to terms with the sad truth that there is no fighting the universe and fate sometimes has other plans. Even if everything seems right and fits perfectly, things just aren’t meant to be.
Word Count: 2,044
A/N: I guess, starting off my writing with a sad imagine isn’t really the best way to go but it was this idea that had me toying with the idea of starting this blog in the first place. So…plus, not all of it is fiction (my own way of healing, you could say) Flashbacks are in italics by the way. Requests are open as is criticism and feedback. Hope you enjoy reading it! xx

A year later and you still didn’t seem ready. At least, you didn’t feel so. 

You stood in front of the mirror, trying hard to keep your eyes focused on the mirror reflecting your appearance rather than glancing mere inches to the left where you still had a Polaroid taped to the surface. 365 days had gone by and you still couldn’t bring yourself to take down the picture.  You had instead, taught yourself to never look in that direction anymore. 

You were thinner than before, eyes sunk in and cheek bones more prominent, an unfortunate reaction in response to everything that had happened. You swallowed. There was a lump in your throat that refused to disappear and the more you gulped, the more your eyes stung, salty tears threatening to slip.  

You closed your eyes, lips quivering, teeth grit as you took in one last deep breath, before turning and heading out the door of your apartment.  

Your mind was surprisingly blank, despite the anxiety and pain claiming your heart and soul as you found yourself seated in the bus. You looked out the window, your fingers restlessly tapping on your thighs, the music blaring in your ears, not doing much to ease your nerves.

The bus ride seemed unusually short as you got down and started making your way to the place you had intentionally stayed away from, ever since he had left.  You hesitantly started walking and as you did, you finally let down the wall and let yourself be engulfed by the memories you had so painstakingly locked away, hoping this would be the last time they would hurt you. 

To where it all started…
You were intently staring at your screen, Google Maps failing you as you went around in circles, trying to find the bookstore. You were cold and cranky. After the day you had, all you wanted to do, was curl up on a couch with some hot chocolate and a good book. Being new to the city, you were still unfamiliar with your surroundings and had found yourself lost while trying to find the bookstore a friend had recommended. Lost in figuring out the directions flashing on your screen, you had failed to notice how you had caught someone’s eye until they or rather he, was standing in front of you, crouching down to your height, a smile tugging at lips that seemed incredibly full and pink.
That was how you had met him, Grayson, the boy who would turn your world upside down in the times to come. He laughed at your helpless explanation about trying to locate the store, offering to take you there, politely ignoring the rather obvious suspicion that flashed across your face.

That was the beginning…

You smiled to yourself as you remembered that first meeting. Like fire meeting ice, Grayson had melted away your inhibitions by the time you reached the store, conversations flowing so smoothly, you wondered just how you both had managed to keep talking without running out of topics.

Memories flood you faster as you continue to walk. 

Fast forward few months…Coming home from work to see Grayson engrossed, Xbox plugged in, animated gunshots heavy in the air, a gift box sitting innocently next to him. Switching off the game, he turned to you, waiting eagerly as you unwrapped the box only to find a dress folded neatly inside, a neckpiece placed atop the fabric with a card that read ‘Dine with me?’ You had looked up, eyes wide with shock, an eager and hopeful smile on his face. You had nodded enthusiastically, rushing to the bathroom to freshen and change into the attire your darling boyfriend had been so considerate to pick out for you. The evening was all candles and smiles, blushing cheeks and adoring looks. The night ended with Grayson’s arm around your waist, your head on his shoulders, the other hand holding onto the heels you had ditched on the walk back home. You had never felt more loved or more sure of him. 

You could see it now. Without thinking, you stopped, your heart hammering way too hard. It looked the same; nothing about it seemed to have changed. Yet, somehow, everything around it had, seemingly familiar but so alien. 

You forced yourself to keep walking, Surprisingly, the closer you got, the more aggressively the memories hit you. 

t was the first time Grayson had discussed his possible departure. You had felt the air leave your lungs and you had sat there, your mouth slightly agape, too many questions, none coming out coherently from your lips that suddenly seemed too parched. You knew Grayson was unhappy in the city but you never thought he’d consider leaving, not since you’d decided to be together at least. You had turned around, your back to him, trying to make sense of everything that had transpired, coming up short, your mind failing you. 

You had felt his all too familiar arms wrap around you and as always, you had given in. Your very essence seeking comfort from his, even when it was he causing this sudden ache inside of you. Turning towards him, clothes coming undone, limbs tangling with bed sheets, the night was the only one witness to how you both whispered each others names, prayer like, as you made love in the darkness.  

You were almost there and you finally let go. The tears came more freely and you gasped for air. Through blurry eyes, you hallucinated, imagining Gray’s form huddled into yours, in front of you. Heaving, you bent down, begging your mind to not punish you.  

It was early morning; way too early for anyone to be awake when you felt footsteps outside your bedroom door. Groggily you turned around to see Grayson, red in the face, sweaty and distraught, standing at the foot of your bed. You sat up, sleep gone as you quickly realised he had run all the way from his to yours. Wordlessly, he took off his shoes and crawled into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, buried his head in the crook of your neck and before you knew it, his soft snores were filling the quiet of your room. You had lain there, trying to understand what could have made him so restless and anxious, to have made him run all the way to yours so early in the morning. Drawing a blank, you waited for him to wake. His sleep deprived swollen eyes hadn’t slipped passed you and it made your heart flutter, knowing he had finally found some peace and rest, nowhere else but in your arms. When he awoke though, you wished the earth would swallow you whole. He had a month left before he left the city for good. You had known he was searching for ways to get out and you had been praying for time. Now though, you learnt, you barely had any left with him. It was your turn now, to curl into him. Breaking down, you wept into his chest as he held you. You knew he was sorry for what he was doing but you also knew, he had to do it and you had to let him go. You loved him. That was always your undoing.  

It was your biggest sacrifice, letting him go. His happiness meant more to you than anything else and you couldn’t hold him back, not if it meant him feeling empty from within.  

You had reached now and you stood there, looking at it, the bench. It was where you had shared your first kiss. It was where Grayson had held you, whispering in your ear; how he wished you were his. It was also here, on this very bench that Gray and you decided to have your last ‘moment.’ 

Biting down hard on your lower lip, you sat on the cold wooden planks. If you closed your eyes and willed yourself enough, you could almost feel Grayson sitting next to you, his fingers in your hair, your legs on his, as you both looked out, over the river.  

The night before Grayson left, you and he had gone out for one last dinner. While you stopped by the ladies room, Gray paid the bill and waited for you outside. When you walked out, your breath caught as it always did when you saw him. Causally leaning against a lamp post, you forced your mind to memorise him; long legs crossed at the ankles, shirt folded at the elbows, light glinting off his sharp jawline, hair that was otherwise perfectly quaffed, messy from fingers running through them over and over again. You walked towards him, a bittersweet smile on your face. Standing straight, he took your hand, walking you to the bench where your journey took off. Palms cupping your face, he had looked into your eyes and apologised, over and over again.
‘In another lifetime, I wouldn’t have to leave and we would still be together. I would take you to Europe, backpacking from Rome to Budapest like you always dreamt of doing. We would still go jogging every morning with me chasing you till you weren’t screaming in annoyance. I am so sorry to do this to you. And I am sorry, for all the memories and dreams that would have otherwise been lived by us, but are now just empty thoughts. Please, believe me when I say this, I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to but I can’t go on like this. I would stay if I could.’
You had nodded through tears, swallowing empty bursts of air as he pulled you close, lips pressed to your forehead. 

You opened your eyes, salt biting into your skin from crying so long. You dug your hands into the pocket of your jeans and pulled out the coin you had rammed in, before leaving the house. Sat on your palm, it felt heavy, as though it held within its metal framework, everything you and Grayson had been and perhaps, it did… 

As you gave him one last hug before he turned away and walked towards security and towards his new life, he pushed an envelope into your hands and told you to open it after he had left. You held onto it for dear life, waving after him, still waving long after he had disappeared in the chaotic crowds of the airport. Walking out and waiting at the train terminal connected to the airport, you finally opened the envelope. It was a simple card with nothing on it other than a big red heart. Inside, scrawled in his shabby handwriting were the words ‘I love you.’ And at the bottom were the words ‘Hold onto this coin until we meet again.’ The coin was ordinary, nothing special if one were to glimpse at it but you knew better. It was one of the coins from the change he had received on your first date with him. It had a dent on it that had made it so unique, the second reason for Gray having kept it all this while. 
For the longest time you had held onto it like your life depended on it. Until, slowly you accepted the harsh truth that it didn’t and that Grayson wasn’t coming back and you were not going to meet him again. 
Conversations and promises had turned to arguments and silences. All too suddenly, everything that once was, was no more. 

It took a year to reach this place, to come back to it.  Your chest was hurting and your eyes were glistening. You held the coin between your fingers, images and words echoing within the chambers of your mind. You sat there, on that bench, time passing by wordlessly as you let your mind and heart mourn over these memories, one last time.

Finally, you stood up after what seemed like ages. The sun had set and the night-lights were on, shimmering into the distance. Gray wasn’t yours anymore and it was time to let go. So you did. Turning around, you started your walk back home, still hurting but feeling lighter than you had when you arrived. Your fingers were back in the pockets of your jeans, your mind attentive this time as the music started to play in your ears, once you had plugged your headphones in.

The coin glinted where you had left it. Placed on the bench, a broken promise shrouded amidst broken words and broken memories, you couldn’t think of a more suitable place to let go and start your healing; the place where it all began and the place where it all ended.

Take Care Of You

Hello, this is my first ever angsty fluff so please do not come for me. I am doing this for my dear @junghoeseokie because she has done so much for this tumblr community and she deserves this much! I love you and here you are… btw sorry if its trash!


Days on end you would be woken in the darkest part of the night only to hear your roommate stumble into your shared living space. He would swear quietly because he was always so considerate not to wake you. This was his life and this was what you chose to deal with but you never complained he was always the sunshine that brightened up your day.

Although Hoseok had a habit of coming in around 2 in the morning lately he had been coming in around 4 and sometimes 5. It pained you to see it let alone hear it. When he would come in this late, or rather this early, he could never make it to his bed. Sometimes he couldn’t even take his jacket off. You wanted to speak to him about it but he was always too busy. Only getting a few hours to sleep just to be worked relentlessly at rehearsal or keeping track of his busy schedule, and on his days off all he wanted to do was sleep. 

You soon became overly worried because his overly pale skin tone was extremely pale, almost ghost like. You always kept a close eye on him making him meals but he would always manage to forget it. You would call him and text him telling him that you could just bring him the food. He would reassure you that he was okay and that he could just buy something but you both knew he wouldn’t and that he would claim he forgot.

You sat in living area waiting for him to get home. The hours ticked by. 1….2….3….4…. and finally he stumbled in. He saw you and gave you a light smile with his heavy lidded eyes. 

“Hoseok, how come you’ve been out so late and not eating as much. I worry so much-”

“Hey, baby there is no need to worry I am fine. I am just busy is all. I will be okay” He responds to you. You are at a loss for words. Did he really just call you that? Your heart began to race as he walked towards you. You stood and began striding towards him. Just as you began to extend you arms for a hug to comfort him he collapses into your arms. You roll over in a panic tapping him trying to help him gain consciousness. Tears rolled down your face as you had figured right. He was being worked to death, he was malnourished, dehydrated, and exhausted. You hurried and called an ambulance and namjoon to let him know about Hoseoks condition. You were a bit relieved when you discovered that the boys all had a break. You arrive to the hospital and wait for the doctors to tell you anything. 

Hours go by and tests have been taken and they tell you that you can see him. Outside of Hoseoks hospital room they tell you that he had overworked himself and he has not been eating correctly. You nodded feeling overwhelmed. The doctor opens the door for you and you walk in. You see him laying there and sleeping somewhat peaceful. You sit in the chair on his bedside crying softly.

“Why? Why would you let this happen to yourself? Why do I care this much about you? Why do I love you?” You sobbed quietly worried sick about his health. The sun had risen and you had your head down on his bed, not asleep but definitely trying. You felt a hand on your head stroking your hair and heard a deep sigh.

“Baby, I’m sorry to have put you through all of this. My careless actions have caused you to be hurt. I only strive to see you smile, but instead I cause you pain. How will I tell you i love you, how will I take care of you when I can’t even remember to eat breakfast?” You listened as he sniffled.

You lift your head, dark circles prominent and bags weighing down your swollen eyes. You make eye contact and he shyly turns away. A pink tint spreading on his pale cheeks. Just as he began to stutter to find the correct words in an attempt to explain what he said given now that he realized you heard everything the doctor walked in.

“Good morning, I just want to say that everything is alright with you sir, and you should be able to leave shortly. Your girlfriend was very strong throughout the night making sure that you had all that you would need. She is someone to cherish.” He said with a wide smile.

Hoseok looked over at you, to find your head hung and a smile spreading on your face. He smiled thanking the doctor.


Once home, Hoseok went towards the couch to relax.

“How long to have for a break hobi?” You ask ask you make your way to the kitchen to make him a small meal.

“One week total.” He stated as he got up.

You felt his arm wrap around you and you smile. You unwrap his arms and send him off into the living area where he waited for you. Once you had finished preparing his meal you set it on the coffee table. You went to the closet to grab a thick blanket. You came back, wrapped him in it and fed him. You both shared small talk and bubbly conversations. Once his meal was finished you both were face to face, smiling brightly. He had his arms around your waist line sharing his warmth with you.

“So, girlfriend,” He raised his brow, eyes gleaming at you.

“Hobi we never agreed to that.”

“You didn’t deny it either.” He smiled teasing you. “Plus you know how i feel about you, so please tell me how you feel about me.”

“I- I “ You let out a frustrated sigh not being able to find the words. You lean in and connect your lips with his. The kiss was light and airy. The softness of his lips as he smiled a bit, made you feel warm. You pull back running your fingers through his soft hair. “I want to be the one to take care of you , the one to love you unconditionally. I love you Jung Hoseok, I worry about you, i care about you!” You exclaim as your frustrations from the night come out.

He smiles, pulling you to lay with him. “I know, I’m sorry baby. I love you and I do want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to take care of me and I you. Please help me get better so that I can be the one to take care of both of us.”

You nod giving him one last final chaste kiss before you convince him to go to sleep because you both knew that he really did need it, as did you.


So once again this was my first ever angst fluff. I am not that good at angst or fluff. But I wanted to do this for you because I did request alot from you! Thank you again for all of that and here is YOUR REQUEST @junghoeseokie!


Genre: Slight Angst in the front few parts, fluff/comedy towards the end (?) idk what to describe this genre too haha

Request: Your scenarios are freaking amazing! Could you write a yuta one where you have a big fight so decide to get drunk and when you come back you find him in your apartment. He tries to talk to you but you keep singing,laughing and flirting with him and he ends up laughing too because you keep on using some awful pick up lines and ways to flirt him (make it long pls)

A/N: Thanks so much for the request , the storyline’s really interesting and it was really fun to write !! Hope you like it and i tried to make it as long as possible ~

Warnings: Language and swearing !


“ Well if you fucking cared for once , all these wouldn’t have happened . ” the man infront of you shouted to you loudly , as though everything was your fault . He turned his head to the side with a straight face , avoiding your gaze .

“ And if you bothered to tell me about everything that was going on , i would have cared . But you didn’t Yuta , you didn’t . Why the fuck are you blaming me right now ” you said to him in a shaky voice , your tears about to fall . You bit your lips and stared at him , waiting for a reply .

“ Because you didn’t even bothered asking Y/N , it shows how much you care . ” he snapped at you once again , glaring at you and crossing his arms .

You couldn’t take it anymore , without saying anything else , you grabbed your bag and ran out of his house , tears already streaming down your cheeks . You heard him call out your name from behind , but you kept running , your stifled breath blocked out the sounds around you , as though you couldn’t hear anything else but your own crying .


Taking the heavy glass in your hand , you smiled to yourself and pressed the cup against your lips , gulping down the liquid in it , for the tenth time that night .

You paused and peeked at your watch for the time , but couldn’t make out the numbers since everything was blur and your head was in a mess .

Asking for another bottle , you drowned yourself in all the alcohol as you temporarily forgot about all the pain and sadness .

“ Why do i love that idiot so much …. Yuta … Yuta i’m sorry i love you haha .. ” you said as you laid on the table , your tears falling once again .


Your frail and weak body stumbled as you struggled to stand up . You smiled to yourself as you saw the door to your apartment .

Leaning on the wooden door , you opened your bag and poured the insides onto the floor , in attempt to find your house keys . As you reached forward to try to take it , you fell onto the floor , causing you to shout a little .

The door flung open almost immediately after your shout , concern taking over his face as he stood behind the door and stared at you - the mess you were in now .

“ Yuta … ? Is that you ? I missed you i’m sorry ” you got up from the floor and threw yourself on his body , holding him tightly . You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling and laughing to yourself from time to time as he tried to help you up .

“ Y/N i’m sorry for earlier … i got too worked up .. And how much did you drink ? Why did you have to torture yourself like that … ” he said to you in a caring tone , brushing your hair as you laid on the bed , with him sitting beside you .

You coughed a little then laughed again , rubbing your temples to ease the pain in your head , “ I didn’t drink much … I’m not drunk , handsome .. ” he shook his head , lifting your head up to lie it on the pillow , “ Babe go rest now , let’s settle this tomorrow morning . ”

Instantly , you grabbed his wrist and tried to sit up , but your drunken state caused you to fall on his body again , both of you falling onto your sides . You laughed crazily , singing out loud in a ridiculous tune , “ You just called me babe , BABE, BABE ~ ” Yuta frowned a little at how loud you got , but also couldn’t help but smile to see how happy you were , finally after two weeks , he got to see you smile again .

He blamed himself for ignoring and being cold to you a few weeks before , because he was too stressed with work , he let his emotions get the better of him .

You weren’t the type to press people to share their problems , and you didn’t want to bother Yuta since you saw how stressed he was , thus you didn’t ask him once about his problems , but of course you still cared for him .

Yuta took it the wrong way , assuming that you didn’t care for him anymore . The two of you distant yourselves , until earlier that day you showed up at his apartment , wanting to talk about everything calmly but he got too worked up and the big arguement happened .


For awhile , you stopped your singing and stared at him , pouting your lips and furrowing your eyebrows together . You asked him in your sweetest voice , while giggling , “ You called me babe just now , are we still together ? ”

His strong arms grabbed your shoulders and tried to lay you down again , but you resisted . “ Yes .. I’ll never leave you ” he answered , hoping that you’d settle down after he assured you .

But you struggled to stay awake , despite your head constantly dropping from the dizziness .

Your fingers traced his jawline as you said out bluntly , “ Do you drink milk ? It sure did your body good … ” you smiled to yourself and laughed at the words you just said . Yuta shook his head as he gave a small smile , “ Yes i drink alot of milk , go to bed now Y/N , you’re going to regret doing this tomorrow ”

You shook your head and brushed his hands away from your arms , standing up to jump and dance around again .

“ The only thing i’m gonna regret is …. ” you said while singing , slowly pointing your index finger at him .

“ …. not dating you haha … ” you laugh , falling onto the bed . Yuta pulled you over and couldn’t help but laugh , “ I already told you we’re still dating babe , go to sleep now please ”

You lifted your head and smiled at him before you felt your eyelids dropping as you slowly fell asleep on his arms .


You groaned from all the pain the moment you woke up . Your head felt as though it was going to fall apart and it ached whenever you tried moved your body .

Despite the amount of pain you were in , a pair of familiar strong arms were wrapped around your shoulder and waist . You turned to your side to see Yuta , sleeping soundly with his swollen eyes .

You were changed into a new set of clothes and the mess you created yesterday was neatly arranged back . You couldn’t help but smile when you knew who was behind all of that - you missed that side of Yuta .

“ Good morning baby , you should’ve seen yourself yesterday night , you were so drunk . ” his arms wrapped around your waist from behind , his morning voice whispering into your ear .

You scoffed jokingly , pretending to pull his arms away from your waist . “ Well … We haven’t officially patched up yet .. I’m sorry Nakamoto ,”

Yuta flashed you his big smile and hugged you again , “ I’m sorry too , go get ready i’ll bring you out for breakfast . ”

You shook your head against his chest , “ I’m lazy and my whole body’s aching , can we just call in for the day ? ”

He nodded his head and gave you a small smirk ,

“ Sure baby , we can also cuddle all day .”

Because I Love You Pt. 2

Part 1:

Moments later you heard the front door to the mansion slam shut and you knew J had left.  Tears instantly started falling from your eyes as you curled up on the bathroom floor.  What have I done? You thought to yourself, trying desperately to catch your breath and calm your tears.  Eventually your eyelids grew heavy as you cried yourself to sleep on the cold tile.

You woke up startled as you head a knock on the bathroom door.  You sat up in confusion until the memories came rushing back.

“J?” You called out, hopeful that he had returned.

“No, it’s me.” Frost replied sympathetically before slowly opening the door.  You stood up off the floor and walked past Frost, lying down on the massive bed that smelled like J.

“No offense Frosty, but i’m not really in the mood to talk to you.” You mumbled into the sheets, gripping onto the purple satin that reminded you of J’s favorite shirt.  Frost sauntered out of the bathroom doorframe, stepping closer to you.

“I don’t know what you did to set boss off, but I just came to see if you were okay.  He left without telling any of us a thing.” Frost said softly, not wanting to upset you further.

“Thanks, Frosty,” You replied, getting choked up again, “I don’t really want to talk about it….If you hear anything from him will you let me know?”

Frost nodded, “Of course, Y/N.” He exited the bedroom shutting the door behind him.

You laid on your side facing J’s half of the bed. “I don’t even need you to say it back J….I just want you to know how much I love you.” You whispered to yourself through your tears that you could no longer hold back.


A glance at the clock told you that it was 3 AM.  You had been lying in bed crying into the satin sheets for hours, sleep failing to take you.  The noise of the front door slamming and what sounded like a vase shattering made you instantly alert.

You hopped out of bed and crept into the hallway, peeking over the staircase railing that gave you a view of the foyer.  J was stumbling around, obviously drunk, with two henchmen and Frost trying to hold him up.  You walked down the steps slowly, unsure if J would even want to see you. He’s wasted; he probably doesn’t even remember the fight anyways. You reasoned with yourself as you reached the bottom of the steps and walked over to the men.

J spotted you instantly, “There she is,” He slurred, the henchmen holding him upright, “My beautiful….beautiful girl.” He grinned his silver smile and tried to walk towards you but the men held him in place.

“Hi J….” You said softly, standing a few feet away from him.

“Come over here and give daddy a kiss,” J puckered his lips waiting for you to follow his command.  When you didn’t comply his face tensed and he glared at you, “What? Now i’m not good enough?” He laughed before continuing, “Can you believe this boys? She tells me she loves me but now she won’t even give me a kiss….some fuckin’ welcome home-” You strode towards him and backhanded him across the face.  If it weren’t for the henchmen gripping his arms he would’ve collapsed onto the floor.

His head hung low, refusing to look you in the eye.  You gripped his jaw and forced him to face you, his eyes cloudy from the alcohol. “You’re sleeping on the couch and we will discuss this in the morning.” You spat before storming back upstairs to your shared room, locking the door.

The henchmen knew not to say anything.  The walked J over to the couch and helped him lay down.  The two men exited the room, leaving just Frost and J.

“Boss, I know it’s not my place,” Frost paused, wondering if he was crossing a line, “but Y/N is so good to you and for you….I’d just hate to watch you fuck this up.” He sat down in an arm chair next to the couch knowing he’d have to stay and make sure J didn’t try to bother you during the night, if he could even stand up.

J just stared off at the living room fireplace, “You know something Frost,” He slurred, “I think I might be drunk….” J’s eyes closed as he started to pass out.

Frost couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle at his boss’ train of thought, “Boss you have no idea what you’re in for when you wake up.”


Your night was restless as all you could think about was J lying downstairs alone on the living room couch when you wanted him next to you in bed.  What the fuck am I going to do? You wondered to yourself before sliding out of bed, putting on your purple silk robe and heading downstairs.

J was still fast asleep and snoring loudly so you went in the kitchen to make some tea.  Some of the henchmen were sitting at the counter enjoying coffee and conversing about the plans for the day.

“Good morning everyone.” You said trying to hide the sadness in your voice.  They all knew better than to say anything to upset you so they simply replied, “Good morning Y/N.”

You were grabbing a cup from a cabinet when Frost walked in, “Good morning Y/N. Sleep okay?” He asked even though he already knew the answer.

You turned to face him, your already swollen eyes filling with tears once again, “No….” Your bottom lip shook, threatening to release your tears, “I just don’t know what to do Frosty….” Your voice cracked and the henchmen got up from their seats and exited the room.  They all knew better than to stick around for the water works.

Frost took the cup from your hands, “Go have a seat, i’ll make your tea for you.”  You gave him an appreciative smile and went to sit on one of the counter stools, wiping your tears away with your hands.  A few minutes later Frost set the steaming cup of tea in front of you.

“Thanks Frosty….What would you do?  I mean if you were dating someone who would never love you or accept that you loved them?” You weren’t entirely sure that it was appropriate to be asking Frost for advice, but lately your friendship had grown stronger and you really needed someone to vent to.

“Who says he doesn’t love you? Honestly Y/N-” Frost immediately stopped talking when he saw someone enter the kitchen from behind you.  You glanced over your shoulder and saw J standing there looking disheveled, his green hair sticking everywhere and his lipstick smeared on his chin.

He grimaced, “Frost, get me some fucking Advil.” J sat down on the stool next to yours, rubbing his hands on his temples.

You sat there awkwardly not knowing if you should say anything.  Frost set the medicine down in front of J along with a glass of water.  He downed both in a matter of seconds.

“Frost, get out.” J demanded and Frost immediately fled the room.  J turned so he was facing you, seeing your red swollen eyes.  His face sunk as he realized how he had hurt you.

“Doll….” He struggled to begin; he was never good at apologizing.

Normally you would just tell him that it was okay or to forget it but this was different, you told him how you felt and he shut you out. “Y/N….”

You cut him off, “You owe me an explanation, an apology, anything J-”

“I know princess.  Look, I don’t know what to say, you know i’m not good at this, but all I know right now is that I want you here. With me. By my side.”

“J, I told you that I loved you and you ran away from me, you told me to never say it again.  At some point it has to be about what I want too, not just what you want.  I want to be with someone who cherishes me, fights for me, lives for me….Sometimes I feel like you just keep me around because it’s convenient….” You couldn’t help yourself; a single tear fell from your eye.  J reached his hand up and gently wiped it away.

“Doll, you terrify me.  More than anything.  More than losing my empire, more than letting Batsy take me down.”  He took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin softly, “You terrify me because you do things to me, to my mind, that no one has ever done before.  I don’t know what it is, but I know that I don’t want to live without it.  I don’t think I could.” He took a deep breath and was about to continue but you stopped him.

“J, it’s okay-”

“No, Y/N, I want you to listen.  You’re my weakness, but also my biggest strength.  I’m not good at showing….emotion….but never doubt that I l-” He paused, struggling to get the words out.

“J-” You took a deep inhale.

“-love you.” J whispered, staring into your eyes.  you couldn’t believe he had said it.  Placing both your hands on his cheeks you leaned in, giving each other a delicate kiss.  Tears fell from your eyes as you pulled back.

“Hopefully those are happy tears now, but you’ve got to stop crying doll.” J whispered jokingly as he once again wiped your tears away.  You shook your head smiling, kissing him again.  J grabbed your hand and you both stood up, he pulled you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.  His head rested on your shoulder as he whispered, “I really do love you princess.”

“I love you more, J.”


Harley definitely likes smultrons. Apparently smultrons are what you call wild strawberries in Sweden according to a couple of our awesome followers. The humans of The Pipsqueakery are counting the word smultron as one of the best things we have ever learned. We pretty much love it.

Now for your Monday morning update on the hamsters! Yesterday 10 hamsters moved out of The Pipsqueakery. Four were adopted to awesome homes and 6 were transferred to!

Today, three of our critters are up at the vet. Heathcliff is there for his very swollen testicles that we expect to require surgery. Oswald is there for his tooth removal now that he is finally big enough to be intubated. Gawain is there because his tail was injured by Georgia when he accidentally stuck it through the bars of the cage. Please think good thoughts for all of them. We will keep you updated as we hear more throughout the day. #hamster #goodthoughts #smultron #strawberry #baby #weeklyfluff #rescue

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A day in bed~ 1/3

the zikyung edition


*You wake up and curl into the warm body next to you. Jiho begins to stir and pulls you into his arms*

[Y/N] Good morning sleepy head *you murmur*

*You watch his face turn into a sleepy smile and you feel your heart flutter at his cute swollen face*

[ZC] Morning Jagi~ *he mumbles in his husky morning voice*

*You snuggle against him and accept his morning kisses happily*

[ZC] what day is it today? 

*You reach for your phone*

[Y/N] Tuesday? Oh Jiho it’s 10am! Don’t you have any schedules?! *You raise your voice in panic*

*You start to scramble out of the bed but Jiho pulls you back into his arms*

[ZC] no schedule! I’m all yours today baby~

*You squeal in delight and sit up in bed excitedly*

[Y/N] so what do you want to do today?

[ZC] well… I was thinking we could just have a bed day? 

*You grin and dance cutely in the bed whilst Jiho reaches for his laptop*

[Y/N] oh are we watching a film?

[ZC] we can… or we could do other stuff? *mischievous grin*

[Y/N] *you roll your eyes* just choose a film to watch pabo!

[ZC] fine… let’s see…

*You watch as Jiho scrolls through all the films*

[Y/N] yah! we haven’t seen that one… or those… or that one!

[ZC] definitely no films to watch here…

[Y/N] you said you wanted to watch that one!

[ZC] nope… nothing here…

[Y/N] *laughing* YAH! Jiho! stop lying!

*Jiho closes his laptop and turns to you with a smirk*

[ZC] sorry, but we’ll have to find something else to do…


*You walk into the apartment after shopping with Kyung. Your feet ache and all you want to do is curl up and snuggle*

[PK] So Jagi… what shall we do?

*You drop the shopping bags onto the sofa and turn to him with a cute smile*

[Y/N] we could go snuggle?

*You finish unpacking the shopping and wander into the bedroom… Kyung is already sprawled across the bed*

[PK] are you ready? *smirk*

[Y/N] for what?

[PK] for some serious snuggling? 

*You grin and push him playfully before climbing onto the bed*

[Y/N] You’re a dork 

*You sink into the bed and close your eyes with a sigh. You feel a pair of hands slip around your waist as Kyung snuggles himself against you… you smile unconsciously and peak at him through half closed eyes*

[PK] I love you Jagi~

*You grin even wider and turn onto your side to face him. Your hands intertwine and Kyung kisses your forehead gently*

[Y/N] *cute sigh* I love you too you Pabo 


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the signs as tfb lyrics
  • aries: she says, "you, you should admit it." but she knows I, I probably won't that he is the sound you want now and I, I'm just the noise you don't. (the feud)
  • taurus: I'm gonna get on my knees would you kick me in the face please? it'll make whatever I say sound like poetry. and as my gums begin to bleed the words will fall like teeth and whatever we had locked up now it's free. (lipstick covered magnet)
  • gemini: well I'm not gonna sit here and deny what I'm pretty sure I felt. I want what we had just wanna feel it with someone else. (I think your nose is bleeding)
  • cancer: I have stitched a mask of confidence and I wear it like a glove. (pale beneath the tan (squeeze))
  • leo: and I don't wanna make my mark on anything I just wanna show up then leave without anyone noticing. (silver shinbone (the bucket song))
  • virgo: and I refuse to take another breath till you change who you have become. (taking my uzi to the gym)
  • libra: I hear her whisper, "all I want is to want nothing." the room is dark and I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm asleep. she says, "it just don't make no sense. why can't it work out in my head? why can't I be happy when there's definitely reasons I should be..." (tattooed tears)
  • scorpio: well since when did I wanna hear your voice not become a good excuse? calling you three in the morning laugh at sleep that we'll both lose (twelve feet deep)
  • sagittarius: this is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames of my friends' bodies. when the floodwater comes it ain't gonna be clear it's gonna look like mud, but I will help you swim. (twin size mattress)
  • capricorn: hey sweetheart, where'd you get those eyes? you think that I could have a pair? love the way that they glaze over - no point in pretending that we care. (just as big twice as swollen)
  • aquarius: I would stop doing all those things the doctor tells me not to do, but I don't think he understands I do all of these things for you (jim bogart)
  • pisces: everyone you think you're better than, what the fuck, I'm guilty too. half the time that I'm complaining I'm just talking shit on you. (the plan (fuck jobs)).
Dancing On My Own

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous: Based on the song Dancing on My Own cover by Callum Scott and the prompt: It was only when he (almost) lost her did he realize that it was her. It has always been her [that held his heart all along]. Angst but with a happy ending, please? Is this okay? 😀

Word Count: 3,650

Warnings: Angst, violence, language (because it’s me, c’mon), alcohol abuse, and the repercussions that come with heavy drinking.

A/N: You asked for angst, and so I give you angst! I hope you enjoy, Annon. I was playing with different perspectives (which is new for me) so shoot me an ask when you’ve read it so I can know what you think, darlin!  I loved this request so much, I just hope I was able to do it justice.

Steve’s perspective will be in italics while the reader’s are normal text. Song lyrics are in bold

(I’m still getting the hang of writing Steve, please be kind)

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

It was only when he had almost lost her did he realize that it was her.  It had always been her.  She was the one that held his heart all along.

You should have known this would be a problem when you agreed to attend Tony’s little soirée. It was a classy event, that much you knew - it was the only reason you were even in a dress, after all.  But you hadn’t expected someone to look so irresistibly amazing in a suit.  But then again, Steve wasn’t just someone.  He was Captain fucking America, and he was the greatest man you’d ever known.

You were smiling like a buffoon when he first found you, wrapping you in one of his signature hugs.  His smell attacked your senses on contact and you were red by the time he pulled away.  He’s smiling as he looks you over, and chills erupt over your skin.  And then he tells you that you look beautiful, radiant even, and you’ve been reduced to a giggling mess.

You hated that he had this effect on you.  With one flash of that blinding smile, you were putty in Steve’s hands.  Regardless of what the hard-headed shit had done, when he fixed you with his pearly whites there was no denying that you couldn’t stay mad at him.

But it didn’t mean that he couldn’t break your heart.

And break your heart, he did.

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BBF (brother's best friend)

to the anon who wanted one with your brother’s friend, here ya go. i hope you like it!! xx


b/n and c/n have been friends since i can remember. honestly, c/n was probably there the day i was brought home from the hospital at 3 days old. my brother literally has 2 beds in his room because c/n is over so often. i’ve known him forever. however, recently i’ve had a little more on my mind than just that.

“hey c/n.” mom says while the guys walk in through the garage. she’s making dinner and i’m helping.
“hey mom.” c/n giggles. he’s pretty much her son. “it smells sooo good, what’s for dinner?”
“curry chicken and some other stuff.” she smiles, “should be ready in… let’s say a half hour.”
“awesome.” b/n says, and they head upstairs.

f/n, who is like another daughter to my parents (yes, my family is verrry close to our friends) comes over and my parents leave to go to a work party.
“DINNER IS READY!” i yell upstairs, hearing b/n and c/n getting up. i sit down at the table next to f/n, with c/n sitting on my other side at the head of the table, b/n across from me. we’re like a little family, all so close and happy.
after dinner we part ways, the guys going to the basement, f/n and i to the living room.
“y/n you have to tell him.” f/n says.
“no! of course i can’t tell b/n! that would legit be THE most awkward and terrible conversation of my life. and his life.”
“but he’s your brother so he should know if his best friend and sister are hooking up.”
“ok, we’re not hooking up …” i say.
“right.” she says sarcastically, laughing after.
“shut up!” i laugh.
we can have conversations in 100% sarcasm and inside jokes. tell me again that we’re crazy.
“no, but seriously, y/n. he’s gonna find out at some point.”
“well, that point is gonna be farrrr down the road.” i wink.

once f/n is asleep, i tiptoe downstairs to the great room. c/n’s on his phone, face lit up with the dim light. he glances up and smiles.
“hey!” he whispers as i plop down on the couch beside him.
“hey!” i respond. he opens his laptop.
“can we pleeeease watch the breakfast club?!?!” i whine.
he stares at me.
“fine.” he says jokingly.
“finally! why don’t you ever want to watch it?”
he shrugs, then looks genuinely confused.
“actually, i have no idea.” he laughs quietly, “so today’s the day.”
he pulls me closer as i throw a blanket over the two of us.
we can sit in silence, watching a movie at 2am, and be pleased.
i yawn a bit halfway through, and he looks over at me.
“stahhhp!” i giggle, “i know, i know, yawning is weird, i get it, s-”
“no, it’s cute!” he smiles.
“you’re saying it’s cute when a face stretches in ways it shouldn’t, eyes are squeezed shut, and the mouth is open?”
“well i’d say you’re cute.” he says.
i freeze, staring at him with wide eyes. he glances up to meet my eyes, our bodies moving closer together until they collide, attaching by lips. his fingers move through my hair, eyes softly shut. my arms wrap around his neck as our position shifts. he lies down, back pressed to the couch as i lay directly on top of him, our lips still connected. as his hands dance to the small of my back, his lips depart mine, heading towards my jaw. i smile, my head going down to his neck. peppering kisses from the bulge of his adam’s apple all the way to the soft spot behind his ear, the enjoyment fulfills me. he brings a knee up and sits up slightly, my instinct to straddle him kicking in. with our lips still attached, he allows his hands to travel down, finally resting on my hips.
we break the kiss with our need to breathe and he smiles up at me.
“sooo…” he starts.
“i really don’t care about b/n right now.” i laugh, then widen my eyes in horror, turning around.
b/n is standing near the couch with his arms crossed.
“what the hell?” he asks.
neither c/n or i say anything.
“okayyy… i’m gonna grab some water and go upstairs and pretend this didn’t happen and then we’ll talk in the morning.” b/n says, then slips into the kitchen.
i turn to face c/n who’s absolutely mortified as i smile.
“he cares but it doesn’t matter anymore. now he knows.” i shrug, “that was honestly the worst part, it’s all uphill from here.”
c/n still doesn’t say anything.
“hey it’s ok, b/n has been with a ton of girls in my grade and i do not care whatsoever. if he’s mad he’ll get over it, you know that.” i continue.
“yeah that’s true.” he replies, running a hand through his hair.
“well, it’s kinda late now…” i say looking at the time.
c/n pouts.
“but i guess we can just sleep here.” i wink, earning a smile from c/n.

i wake up cuddled into c/n’s chest, his arm wrapped around me. i glance up to see he’s still asleep, and try to shift without waking him up.
my attempt failed.
his eyes open and i’m greeted with a smile.
“good morning!” i whisper, the sun shining on us through the window.
“morning!” he smiles, gently placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“i was thinking of making pancakes…” i say.
“hell yes, y/n.”
“aight we’ll make gourmet ones so you, b/n, f/n and i can feast.”
“gourmet as in…” he begins as we get up and walk to the kitchen.
“i dunno, just see what we have and throw whatever sounds good into the batter.”
“that sounds amazing.” he laughs, “and definitely way more complex than anything i’ve ever done.”
“come on, it’s just pancakes with like, toppings, kinda!”
“yeah, i’m not creative enough!”
“well then, it’s you’re lucky day.” i say, and kiss him on the cheek.

when we’re almost done cooking, b/n walks into the kitchen, with f/n walking in just a minute later.
“good mooooorning!” i sing.
“good morning.” b/n winks.
i roll my eyes, then smile at f/n.
“we’re making p-” i say, stopping suddenly. “wait.”
“what?” she asks.
“WAIT! NO! WHAT?!?!” i exclaim, all three of them looking at me.
“what?” they yell at me in unison.
“it seems as if your lips are just slightly red and swollen…” i say, squinting my eyes. “and b/n, same to you.”
they stare at me.
“you two were making out!!!” i say.
“wha- um- well n-” f/n starts.
“you can’t be mad now, b/n!!” i say, “because you’re in the same situation.” i do a little dance to turn around and flip a pancake, the swivel back to them.
they’re staring at me speechless.
“hey, i don’t care tho. we’re all in the same situation, so there’s no need to feel awkward or anything…” i say, making a point.
“that’s true…” b/n says, f/n agreeing.
we all giggle and grab plates.
“so who’s hungry?”


first thing when you wake
On days where I don’t have schedule I will stay in bed and read web comics. I will read half before going to bed then read the last half when I wake up (laughs)

before going to bed 
I read web comics (laughs) Noblesse, Love Revolution, king of going back to school(?) etc. Almost every genre each day of the week

first thing when you wake up
drink water. I heard that it’s good to drink a glass of water after waking up in the morning as well as when you go to bed, so I’m in the habit (of doing that) now

before going to sleep
I will read online comics. I like them all; romance comedy drama. I will read any genre

first thing when you wake up
I wake up and don’t doing anything

before going to sleep
I close my eyes and think a lot….before going to sleep I tend to get more thoughts. If I can’t sleep I will make music (without going to sleep at all?)

first thing when you wake up Stretch! Then just drink water because it’s good for the body

before going to sleep
I will stretch. Especially my feet since they are sore lately

first thing when waking up
I open my eyes. My eyes get swollen easily in the morning, so much that at times I can’t see! I will massage and work hard every morning(?)

before you go to bed
I will watch videos. Such as stage videos and fighting sports, variety shows, anime. I’m not that sleepy so I will sleep in the morning

first then when waking up
The managers will say “Please wake up~”. When I hear that voice I wake up thinking “Ah~ is it morning already…”

before you go to sleep
I listen to jazz music. Songs from people such as Chet baker, Micheal Buble, Etta James etc. Lately I’ve become interested in it.

first thing when you wake up
open the refrigerator (laughs) I don’t open it because I want something to eat but if I did want to eat there’s food in there(?)

before you go to sleep
I use a Bluetooth speaker and play music and go to bed. I like classical music so I will listen to the piano often

[rough] trans; @hobuing