he better have his hair up later

Zimbits, 1.6K, Jack has a panic attack and ducks into the first closet he finds. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one in there.

The room was suddenly too hot and stifling, and Jack found himself pulling distractedly at his collar. He gulped down his drink quickly, but even that had little effect on his nerves. He scanned the crowd and saw his parents across the room, but they were busy talking to someone else, leaving Jack to deal with the oncoming panic by himself.

Jack started to walk quickly towards the bathrooms which he had passed in the foyer on the way in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the ladies he’d spoken to earlier, one of his mother’s friends, start to head in his direction, and the curling dread in Jack’s stomach turned to lead. He hastily ran into one of the building’s vast hallways and opened the first door he found.

Once inside, Jack closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the coolness of the door. He could hear the faint click of heels pass the closet he’d ducked into before they disappeared down the other end of the hallway.

After a few minutes though, someone cleared their throat, and Jack realized he wasn’t alone. He blinked unsteadily even though it was completely pitch black, except for the sliver of light that came from underneath the door.

“Uh, I’m afraid I found this hiding spot first,” a voice said hesitantly. The slight, Southern drawl of the vowels caught Jack off guard.

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Lover Boy - Carl Gallagher Smut

request: Omg you like shameless too!!! Okay then I’ll make a request! Could you do a smut where you are sleeping in Carl’s bed with him but he gets real horny but lip or Ian or something are in the other bed so he gets real cocky saying like ‘we’ll have to be quiet then won’t we’ or some shit bc that would be awesome😝

pairing: carl gallagher x reader

a/n: i love shameless and carl so pls leave more requests for this kind of shit if you’re interested ;-)

also sorry if this is weird this is my first time writing something as graphic and smutty as this but u know there’s a first time for everything

i’m definitely going to add a second part to this when i get the chance also, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged when i post it

word count: 828

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @blondielovesr5-blog 

Something tickled your neck, waking you calmly from your sleep. You shifted, pulling yourself closer to Carl. 

“Babe,” he whispered. You ignored him, hoping he would let you go back to sleep if you didn’t respond. “Baby, wake up.” 

The Gallagher house was quiet, which was extremely unusual. The morning sun had just started to peek in through the window right beside Carl’s bed, and his blinds casted a striped shadow on his chest. 

“Baby,” he repeated. “I need you.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other slowly tracing up your bent leg. You were barely awake, but you knew what he meant. 

You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, but hesitated when you saw the silhouette of Ian sleeping in his bed across the room. “Not now,” you sighed. “Ian will wake up if he hears us.” You rolled on your side away from Carl, hoping he would follow your lead and wait until later. You should have known better, though. That boy could be persistent

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck as he whispered softly. “We’ll have to be quiet then. Won’t we?” 

He gently moved your hair to the side and began to leave open-mouth kisses on your neck, leading down your shoulder until you finally gave in and rolled onto your back. 

Carl smirked, knowing he had won, and moved on top of you. His mouth continued to trail across your collarbones, and one of his hands snaked around the back of your neck. His kisses continued trailing down your body, skipping over your sports bra and stopping right above the waist band of your sweat pants. 

He gazed up at you, as if he was asking for your permission. You nodded, weaving your fingers through his hair, toying with it. Just as you lifted your hips off the bed so he could slide your pants down your legs, you heard the soft rustle of Ian’s sheets. 

You and Carl both froze, waiting for Ian to readjust and settle back in his bed. You let out a quiet sigh of relief as Carl climbed back up to you. He kissed you quickly, then opened your mouth with his tongue. His hand quickly slid down your stomach and in between your legs, nudging them apart from each other. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, kissing your neck once again. You nodded, involuntarily rising your hips up to meet his. He sucked in, trying his hardest to hide a whimper. 

“Use your words,” Carl demanded. 

“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.” 

Carl smiled, adding slightly more pressure through your underwear. You moaned, pursing your lips in an attempt to stay quiet. 

“Don’t make me stop,” he ordered. His voice was soft, but low and gravelly. His forehead gently rested against yours, and you nodded. 

He pushed two of his long fingers into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheekbones as you sucked them, resting your head on the pillow once again. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re gonna get it for that.” 

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I Got This

Title:  I Got This

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Dean’s use of a pick up line may have gotten him into more trouble than he bargained for.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  2978

Warnings:  Canon typical violence, language, additional warnings beneath the cut to avoid spoilers

Author’s Notes:  Written for @impalaimagining Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Congrats on 4,000! My line was “I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” This contains one of those cliched searches through a decrepit, abandoned building. This got away from me a little.

**My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.**

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

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We know it’s alright

This was supposed to be something short (and by short I mean, only a few sentences initially) but as I was writing it, it went from being a few sentences short to this thing. So here you go! Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

PS: I am trying to get the ships done so that I can continue to work on the one-line sentence starters as well as the first batch of requests I received! Updates might be sparse later because I am not sure if I will be having any decent internet connection – so if you see me updating sporadically, it probably means I queued these posts.

Peter thinks this is probably the last place he should be looking at for comfort but right at that moment, he cannot deny it – you have always been his first thought. He knocks on your door, only a little bit worried that he might be imposing on you or disturbing your sleep (though he knows you rarely ever go to sleep early). But when the door swings open and you are looking fresher than he currently is, all Peter had to do is look at you with a sullen expression. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, Peter. Come here,” You immediately pull him in to your apartment and wrap your arms around him. It takes Peter a while to respond – not that you minded the least because you know Peter still needs some time to cool himself – but when he does, Peter wounds his arms around your waist, tightly, tucking his head against the crook of your neck.

The two of you stand there for the longest time. Throughout the entire time, you continue to rub Peter’s back soothingly, kissing the top of his head affectionately multiple times and every single time you do so, Peter’s hold on you tightens so you simply hold him closer to you.

Peter breathes you in, reveling in your warmth and softness as you rub his back. Call him selfish but he desperately needed this level of comfort only you can give him right now. All he wants right at this moment is to just hold you and for you to hold him back.

Right at that instant, Peter thinks you are the most important thing there is in his life right now, mostly because you are what’s holding him together and grounded. Even when he felt like he had lost sight of what he had wanted and even when he had lost his way – you had been there for him.

Peter knows it had been inevitable – he has always thought he had liked Liz but the past few months, he had thought less of Liz but more of you. So really, it had been a slow realization but Peter knows better now, knows that he has loved you for a while too – it only became clear to him at this instant.

Being in your arms, being able to hear your steady heart beat and to feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe – he loves you. Peter still does not have the nerve to actually confess to you – saying those three words out loud scares him a lot. He cannot bear to lose you at all.

Peter feels your fingers gently carding through his hair and a moment later, your hand moves from his hair to cradle his jaw, tilting his face up towards you. The tenderness in your touch makes his head spin and Peter gives you a very small smile.

“Do you want to tell me what’s up?” You ask him softly, caressing his cheek and Peter shakes his head. He had already teared up in front of May earlier and he definitely does not want to tear up in front of you too.

“Alright, how about I make you some tea?” You unwrap your arm from him and makes a turn to head over to the kitchen when Peter simply holds you back, pulling you back in to his arms, surprising you slightly.

You wrap your arms around him nonetheless.

“Can we just stay like this for a while, Y/N?” Peter asks and he presses a kiss on your temple when he feels you nod. Maybe one of these days, he is going to tell you about his alter-ego and the problems he currently has but no, not tonight. Tonight, Peter just wants to have the comfort only you can give.

anonymous asked:

Hi can you do mccree, zenyatta and hanzo with an s/o who loves animals and adopts a newborn kitten and raises it? I think it would be fun particularly for zenyatta cause he's not human

((A/N - Thank you sooooo much for bearing with me in this hiatus. Life is absolutely *fantastic* atm lmao))


• Is slightly curious when you come back to base with a lump under your jacket and you trying to be sneaky

• Knocks on your room later on, his curiosity getting the better of him

• Bursts into laughter when he realises there’s a kitten running rings around you, your hair now a mess and claw marks up your arm

• You explain the poor thing was just dumped at the side of the road, and you couldn’t leave it

• He manages to grab it by the scuff of its neck as it tried to run through his legs out of the door

• The little furball instantly relaxes into your boyfriend’s arms, you throwing your arms up in exasperation

• You have to admit, seeing what is usually a hardened killer cooing at a tiny cloud is just precious


• No matter how hard you try, you are unable to keep secrets from your other half

• Which is why, when you spontaneously decided to adopt a kitten, he knew exactly what was going on

• He was more intrigued than anything, want to understand more about the relationship between humans and animals, something he has never really been able to relate to

• Is a bit taken aback by how similar the kitten and Genji of all people are, something that you find incredibly amusing

• The kitten’s favourite place to relax is on your boyfriends lap, by his surprise

• Watching you fall in love with this little scrap makes him realise how much he loves you even more

• Which, in his eyes, is incredible as he thought he would never be able to feel this way about someone


• You felt guilty when met with a disapproving look from your boyfriend, a tiny kitten sleeping in your arms

• You cuddled it closer, the reason for you adopting it was because you felt a bit lonely on base, especially when your boyfriend wasn’t there

• It took him time to warm up to the idea of you looking after a pet, on top of the rest of your workload

• His two noodles would often come out and play, happy to be in the company of a new animal

• When he sees how much happier you’ve become, he becomes happy too

• The first time the kitten falls asleep on his chest, he’s too scared to move incase he wakes it up

• After a few weeks, he’s happy to have his two little ‘kittens’, that being his favourite term of endearment for you

Sweet Tears Pt. 2

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 4k+ 


**Thank you so~ much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this chapter plus the rest to come. This chapter is definitely longer, and calmer, but it’ll speed up again soon. I hope to make all of my writing long, and entertaining for you. Please send me feedback and your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you.



Previously: His screams had stopped, but his hands still firmly clutched the covers. His face was dry of rain but drenched with sweat and tears. You let your head fall lightly on his stomach, head still pounding as a dizzying nausea spread over you. Soft sobs and gasps for air left both of your mouths, chests shaking up and down in unison with every breath.“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Were the only words you were capable of saying, over and over again, softly without fault. It was like a lullaby to both you and the boy who’s name you hadn’t even had time to ask. He fell asleep to the sound of your voice, while you fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, ending the first night of many more to come. 

Waking up was harsh. As you attempted to lift your neck up, it proved to be painful. The muscles were stiff and cramped due to the position it had been in for who knows how long, your hair and clothes sticking to your skin in the most uncomfortable ways. Your legs had fallen asleep from the weight of your body being rested on them. A groan left your lips when at the movements of your ankles and toes. Little prickles stung your skin, encouraging you to reach down and rub the numb area in an attempted to stop the feeling.

Getting up was a struggle as you grabbed onto the bed post, using what strength you had left to pull yourself up. All your muscles were sore, not even the amount of stretching you did able to give you relief. Looking around at your surroundings in the midst of rubbing a knot in your neck, you realized you weren’t in your room, but one of the many guest rooms.

Confusion flooded your mind as you looked around. White and gray curtains draped from the top of a large window directly in front of you, the part down the middle of them revealing a dark and starless night. Tops of buildings and the light of the city filled what you could see. A somewhat mesmerizing sight that threatened to take a hold of you.

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give me complex Sam Wilson

give me a Sam Wilson who has setbacks and awful days where he can’t face the world

give me Sam Wilson who’s a goddamn professional counselor and knows better than to psychoanalyze his friends

give me Sam Wilson with a spare room and a hearty breakfast for anybody who needs it

give me Sam Wilson allowing himself one day a year to get blindingly angry about Riley’s death, allowing himself to go out and drink more than he should and maybe get in a bar fight and then walking back into work two days later with a smile on his face, because there’s nowhere to go but up

give me Sam Wilson having a hair straightener because his mom visits so often that she decided to keep one at his house

give me Sam Wilson referring the Avenger to actual mental health professionals who he knows can put up with their bullshit

give me a Sam Wilson who only took up running because he couldn’t sleep and needed a way to distract himself from the nightmares

give me Sam Wilson, afraid of heights until he could control how he got up there and how he’s getting down

give me more Sam Wilson god damn it.

Assisting Tom (one shot)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Warnings: Unabashed, tooth-rottingly sweet fluffidy fluff and some kissing.

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

“There’s something different about you today, Y/N.” Tom said, standing in your favorite coffee shop in London, looking down at you seated at your usual table.

“Oh is there?” you asked with a grin, making your eyes twinkle. Tom couldn’t help himself. He sat across from you and put his chin in his hand as he studied your face.

“Yes, something is indeed different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” he said. “Have you done something with your hair? A new shade of lipstick perhaps?”

“Now Tom, you know I don’t wear lipstick,” you replied, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth out of habit. “And my hair is the same as it has always been.” Tom shook his head and continued to stare at you, trying to figure out the puzzle  

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**disclaimer*** this one is kind of sad! Happyish ending but still sad! Read at your own risk!

Silence. Absolute earth shattering silence.

That was all Jughead Jones could hear. His toes buried deep in the damp sand and his head tilted back as the clear blue water misted through his ink black curls.

One year, it had been one year since the whole of Riverdale had been shaken too its core, a change that would forever alter the way the tiny town would be seen. No one thought of Maple Syrup or Sweet water River when the name , Riverdale, was brought into conversation. There wasn’t the typical mutual nod of agreement at the far too small town. No, it was much darker now, much more quiet.

Riverdale was now and forever known as the town where the beautiful blonde cheerleader had driven herself to the County Garage, lowered the gate and locked her car doors all the while leaving her car running, when the shop had opened early the next morning they had found her dead in the front seat, her diary open to a simple white piece of paper with the words

“I’m sorry.”

Written in pink cursive.

Betty Cooper had killed herself. Betty Cooper had taken her life. Betty Cooper was gone.

Jughead bit back tears. He should have been there for her, should have seen the way she was slowly but surely fading away, her bloody palms and swollen eyes. But he was selfish, he was so caught up in his own world, his mother leaving, his fathers drinking, he hadn’t been there, he hadn’t saved her and that was something he could never forgive himself for.

“I’m so sorry Betty, I’m so damn sorry.” Jughead whispered, tears streaming steadily down his cheeks.

“What on earth are you sorry for?”

Whipping around to see the added voice Jughead nearly threw up at what he saw.

It was her, it was Betty, standing in front of him, her long blonde hair left down and curly and wearing the same pair of overalls she had been in the night she had died.

“I’m crazy. I’m absolutely insane, god help me I’ve officially lost it.” The dark haired boy scrambled to his feet as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately trying to get her face out of his head.

When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see his vision still standing before him staring expectantly, hands on her hips and an amused smile on her lips.

“well this isn’t the welcome wagon I was expecting. I’m sure the ghost of Christmas past got treated much better than this.” Betty teased, dropping down in the sand and patting the space beside her.

“This isn’t real. You’re not real.” Jughead mumbled, hesitantly taking the open spot

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe I am. I’m not really sure how this whole ghost thing works. Obviously I’m new to it. This could all be a dream so why don’t you just sit back and enjoy it. I’ve been told I’m great company.” The familiar giggle rippled through the air, it was different though almost… hollow.

“why are you here? Why are you haunting me? What have I done?” Jughead questioned, head aching and spinning.

Betty reached for him then, fingers cold and hard.
“You haven’t done anything, I’m not here to “haunt” you. I’m here because you need me. You asked for me remember? You wanted to see me again and here I am.“ Her voice was calm and quiet as she soothed Jugheads troubled mind.

"You… you’re dead Betty. You killed yourself. I just.. why would you do something like that?”

It came out before he had a chance to filter himself and suddenly he realized how long he had been waiting to ask that question, how desperate he was to know the answer.

Betty sighed softly, leaning back and digging her fingers into the sand

“I know that it’s hard to understand, I know that it was selfish but I felt like I had no choice. I never really had a choice, my whole life was planned out for me and it just.. it became too much. I’ve always had this… this nagging feeling and I thought about, I really really thought about it for a long time and.. I just had to Juggie. I’m sorry.”

Jughead nodded absently, he was sitting on the beach talking to a ghost, and the next thing out of his mouth was

“You look good.”

He cringed, yeah smooth.

Betty smiled brighter than he had seen in years.

“Well thanks, i feel great. Remember how your dad used to call me angel when we were babies? Well it’s official I certainly am one now. By the way how is is FP?”

Jugheads smile dropped
“He’s taking all of it… hard. It’s a lot at once.”

Betty nodded,
“I’m sure, ya know I get to come down and see my mom whenever I want. Polly had the babies, she named one after me.. I wasn’t sure if you knew or if you’ve been able to get out..”

Jughead shook his head
“She brought them by, got some bright hair those kids. I like Elizabeth the best.”

Betty giggled
“I’d have been a good aunt ya know. I’d have spoiled them rotten. But they have Cheryl for that. Can you believe she brings me flowers twice a week. I thought maybe she would stop after a month but it’s been a year and she still does it. Dang that girl can talk too, I think she thinks my gravestone is her diary.”

Jughead smiled, slowly lowering himself onto the sand completely

“Veronica and Archie miss you, they’re a mess.”

The beautiful blonde angel smiled softly
“They’ll be okay. Sometimes it’s tough to see them so upset. I saved Fred Andrews ya know? He was so close to reaching the light before I got there and told him to get his butt back down there and take care of his son, lord knows Archie needs the guidance.”

Turning his head to face Betty, Jughead reached out and laced his fingers with hers.

“Does it get easier? The whole dying thing?”

Betty scootched herself into the tired boys side

“It’s hard at first, you think about everything you’ll miss, you see the way it affects the people around you but eventually it becomes better. If I could take it back I would. I wouldn’t have killed myself. I’ll never get to be married, have kids, but a house, get a dog. But I was living in a shell. You learn to live a new life, sometimes it feels empty and lonely but..,” Betty trailed off

“But it will get better” Jughead finished.

Betty looked at him sadly and nodded
“I think so. I think it will be better.”

Jughead dropped his lips to her forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I have to go now Juggie.” Betty whispered

Jughead nodded, his vision blurring and his arms feeling lighter, just before he felt it slip away to black He heard her soft voice one more time.

“I’ll see you soon Juggie.”

Waking up two hours later in the hospital bed, the tubes that had now become a permanent part of his body felt heavier and his mind was at ease. The cancer had taken his hair, half of his body weight and most of his sanity, in his final days the eighteen year old boy would say goodbye to his family, to his friends, even to Hotdog. But he wasn’t afraid anymore, no, not when he knew just what was waiting for him.

And when the one year anniversary of his death came around he wasn’t alone, hand tucked into a tiny one littered with moon shaped scars they sat together on the beach, watching Veronica and Archie walk the shore, remembering the two people who had shaped their lives.

“I Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love”

Request: Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and buck live together in his Apartment in Bucharest and you’re really happy but he feels bad one day cause he can’t give you a better live. Then later that day you prepare something romantic and you cuddle together while you reassure him how much you love him and that you wouldn’t want another life. Sooo he feels better and you even share a Little make-out session but it’s mostly cuddling that night and just fluff? :)

Warnings: angst, then fluff, drunk driving situation

Word Count: 1877

A/N: one of four requests! hopefully this is what you wanted! i might have veered a little. i will work on the other ones this week! if you wanna be on my taglist shoot me an ask! please leave feedback. dont drive when youve been drinking. the title comes from “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” originally by Elvis but my favorite version is by Haley Reinhart

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She moved to Bucharest after she lost everything. She needed a fresh start. Y/N never knew that fresh start would involve falling in love with a kind-hearted ex assassin. James Buchanan Barnes, that beautiful bastard. He was everything Y/N had ever dreamed in a man. He was the man a father would love for his daughter to have. Too bad Bucky didn’t see that.

Her parents were killed in a car accident along with her little brother, he was only ten years old. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed directly into their car. That night she lost everything that ever mattered to her. She sold everything she owned, her bakery included. She backed the few things she had and bought a plane ticket out of the only state and country she had ever known.

Bucharest, Romania, the place she picked to start her new life. She didn’t speak Romanian and she had no idea around the city, but it’s exactly what she needed. She wanted the refreshing feeling of learning new things and meeting new people. No one here would look at her with pity or sympathy. She was just an all-American girl looking for her own happy ending.

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hanzo/jesse, hurt/comfort. 

dealing with trauma is rough. sometimes it’s a little easier if you have someone by your side.

Heaviness hangs over Jesse like a cloud, clinging to him in ways he can’t shake. He greets the other agents, cleans his gun, practices at the range, and eats with a mechanical air that betrays the depression.  

Hanzo stands by him and he understands. Remembers clearly the painful fog of depression, the fatigue and the hopelessness. Remembers, even more clearly, Jesse’s steady, comforting presence when he was at his absolute worst. Even as he lay in bed, wishing desperately for a painful death, the steady motion of Jesse’s fingers through his hair would soothe him enough to sleep.

For Jesse, it gets worse before it gets better. Depression bleeds slowly into PTSD, and Hanzo is helpless but to watch as Jesse ceases firearm practice because of how badly he shakes. Soon after, he gives Winston his temporary absence of leave, and then isolates altogether, spending most of his time in bed with a pillow clutched over his head to block out sound.

“I’m sorry,” Jesse repeats, desperately, one awful night as the clock slowly ticks into three a.m. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry -”

Hanzo holds him, and shushes him gently, and he waits. Prays for it to pass quickly. 

It doesn’t pass quickly, but it does pass. One morning Hanzo wakes to the smell of Jesse’s aftershave and the feeling of fingers combing back his hair. He opens his eyes to find Jesse sitting up in bed, his own hair still wet from the shower, and Hanzo can’t help but let out a relieved breath. The heaviness has not left him, Hanzo knows, but in the early light of the morning it seems less dense. 

“Hey, darlin’.” Jesse murmurs. The soothing motion of his fingers continue. Hanzo hums. 

“Good morning.” He says. “How are you feeling?” 

“Little better.” Jesse says. “Might go for a walk, later. A short one.” 

Hanzo hums, and as sinful as it seems to pull away from the gentle fingers in his hair, he does. He sits up and leans his head against Jesse’s shoulder, and a strong arm wraps gently around his middle. It is not the desperate cling of the last few nights, and Hanzo sighs, pressing a kiss to Jesse’s collarbone.

“‘M sorry.” Jesse says softly. “Haven’t been a very good partner, lately.”

“Nonsense.” Hanzo says firmly, reaching up to cradle Jesse’s cheek. Jesse leans into it. “You have felt unwell, and it is my job to provide support when you need it.”

He hesitates, suddenly self conscious. Did he provide the support Jesse needed? It didn’t feel like enough -

“Hey.” Jesse says quickly. “None of that, now. I’m lucky to have you, Hanzo. It’s enough, you just bein’ there. I know it’s not ….” He averts his eyes. “I know it’s not easy.” 

“I don’t want easy. I want you.” Hanzo reminds him gently. “And that means all of you …” 

He smiles, a toothy thing, and Jesse groans. “Hanzo.”

“Hardness and all.”

“Lord almighty,” Jesse swears, but he’s smiling as he says it, and Hanzo laughs. He curls up closer to the man he loves, and breathes in his scent, letting the anxiety of the past couple of weeks fade away. They’ll get through his, he knows. They’ll always get through it. 

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taako rolls bad on his wis save and gets possessed/enthralled/whatever by the phoenix fire gauntlet

He picks up the gauntlet and it whispers to him, here is power neverending, here are all his faults burnt away, here is everything washed away in cleansing flame. It fits perfectly on his hand. He doesn’t think about that too much — it must be enchanted, and it’s telling him that it could make him a god among men, a god among elves, a god. has he ever felt powerless? Has he ever felt stupid? Has he ever been wronged? 

He clenches his fist. 

“Taako, buddy,” Magnus says, and it’s the voice that they use when they think you’re being high strung, kinda nuts, Taako might be an idiot but he’s not stupid. He doesnt notice that the pupils of his eyes have been replaced by flames, the umbrella he’s holding is also getting hotter under his fingertips. 

“What’s up, Maggie?” he says, and his fist is smoking, and the tips of his hair are catching ablaze, and the gauntlet is still whispering that if he uses it, things will be better, he will be better, and no one will ever hurt him again. 

“You wanna maybe put that thing down?” Merle says, and Taako turns to him. Merle looks apprehensive. Taako smiles, beatific. 

“No,” he says, and thrusts upward with the gauntlet and everything is white, hot, gone. 


An umbrella crumbles to ash. Lup picks up her gauntlet. She screams anguish on a plane of black glass. 

Guilty - Part 7

Originally posted by intokai

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III | Alternate Ending IV

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,528 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You woke up with Baekhyun’s arms around you. You felt him sit up in the bed. “Time to get up,” he said, rubbing your thigh. “I’ll drop you off at school, okay? We can get breakfast at the cafe you like before I go into work.”

You nodded, rolling out of bed. You reached for your bag, pulling your clothes out. You dressed sleepily while Baekhyun washed up in the bathroom. Going to class was the last thing on your mind. You knew that Kai was coming back to Seoul today. He never told you the time because you didn’t ask. He could be coming in right now, for all you knew.

As if he knew you were thinking about him, you got a text message from him. According to the text, he was coming in this evening at six. You still had about eleven hours until Kai arrived at Incheon. You weren’t excited about it. You didn’t want to deal with whatever was coming next.

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—does this make sense? | 06 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi
genre/warnings smut (not extremely detailed), drama, angst
words—  9,594

:: summary— You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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Twelve Hours

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC.  In my Ideal World.  Not that long after Seven’s After Story.

Pairing:  Saeran x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  M, for a little swearing and a little steaminess.

Word Count:  Approx. 1800

A miracle happened, that day.

Saeran woke up before you did.  That never happened.

To earn a living, your boyfriend did freelance coding and internet security algorithms, and the work usually brought him late into the night.  He had incredibly erratic sleeping hours, either sleeping in late, or taking random naps throughout the day.  More often than not, you ended up going to bed by yourself.  

However, the night before, Saeran had fallen asleep with you.  You had drifted off to sleep in his arms and he hadn’t wanted to disturb you.

It was your phone’s alarm that had awakened him.  It was an annoying, almost whining sound; you had picked it specifically because it irritated you and you would want to turn it off immediately.  Unfortunately, you had set that alarm ages ago; now, you were a little bit too used to the sound.  Abruptly roused, Saeran glared at the phone in question, then looked down at you, still with your head on one of his arms.  You didn’t move; your boyfriend smirked a little to hear you snoring lightly.

He hesitated, then reached over you to your phone, hitting the ‘snooze’ button for you. You always set your alarm too early.  A couple more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt.  Saeran wrapped you more comfortably into his arms, and kissed the top of your head.  

All mine, he thought, resting his chin in your hair.

He knew you had work, that day, but he never liked seeing you leave.

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A Way to You Again: Part 11

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1335

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! The conversation about pain/suffering between Bucky and the reader is something I’ve learned over the last year after losing my mom <3. 

I always love hearing from you guys! <3

Originally posted by hurtbymanyblogs

Originally posted by claraoswhld

“I can’t imagine someone wanting to do something so stupid,” Bucky muttered to himself sometime later.

“Hm?” I whispered sleepily as I looked up at Bucky. He had been playing with my hair which had caused my sleepiness to progress throughout the movie.

“I just… I mean… To willingly allow someone to mess with your mind. To take your memories away… I don’t get it,” he scoffed as he continued staring at the television.

“Some people have to forget – the pain is just too great for them,” I shrugged as I sat– allowing me to get a better look at Bucky. He swallowed hard at this – peeling his eyes away from the television to look at me.

“Do you feel that way?” The question was almost inaudible he spoke it so softly.

“There have been times,” I nodded my head as he stiffened at my response. “But the way I look at it is pain is just the absence of the thing you loved. It’s the plight of being a human. In the end we feel pain and we cause pain, because we aren’t permanent. Nothing lasts forever. The more we love – the deeper the joy – the deeper the pain. Every single one of us knows this to be true, but we still try to run from it…. We still try to prevent disaster and by doing so…”

“We create our own pain,” Bucky muttered as he looked at me sadly.

“Precisely,” I agreed as I laid my head back on my pillow. “But for what it’s worth – I’d always take the pain for the happiness I’ve had in my life,” I added and I swore for a moment I could see a grin begin to spread across Bucky’s face.

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly into my ear.

“Mmm,” I exhaled. His breath was warm on my cheek – making my tired mind swirl in different directions. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. It was at this moment that I woke up enough to realize what I was doing. My arms fell from Bucky’s neck and he immediately pulled away from me.

“I… the… um… the movie is over. I know how you hate sleeping on the couch so I… sorry,” he answered flustered. It was clear that the entire exchange had caught him off guard. I could feel my face flush as I sat up quickly.

“Oh… um… yeah… well goodnight then,” I rambled awkwardly before quickly getting up from the couch and stumbling down the hallway. Bucky followed at a leisurely pace behind me. I sighed as I reached my door – I needed to sleep and forget this had ever happened – or die from embarrassment. I didn’t really care which happened at this point.

“Y/N, wait,” Bucky said hesitantly as my hand hovered over the doorknob.

“Yeah Buck?” I asked – a little flustered from my actions.

“I was wondering if you were free tomorrow… I wanted to take you somewhere…”

“Um… let me think about it and I’ll let you know,” I whispered before opening the door and stepping inside. “Goodnight, Bucky,” I whispered softly.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied before I shut the door. I sighed as I made my way across my room – shedding my clothes as I went. I couldn’t believe that I had kissed Bucky. After everything that had happened my mind was able – during its most vulnerable time – to reach out to him for comfort. The worst part was I wanted more, but I was still angry at him and even more angry at myself for my reaction towards him. It had been just this morning when he had brought me to tears as he stood motionless after I had told him I loved him. I huffed angrily at myself as I removed my bra and flung it towards my dresser before retrieving my robe. I froze – completely naked – in terror when the sight of the gaping hole in the wall broke my internal monologue. Through it I could see Bucky – frozen in place as he watched me. It was clear that I had gotten his attention. I quickly covered up before heading to my bed and burying myself under the covers. How could I forget about the huge fucking hole in my wall? I sighed as I turned on my side – taking the opportunity to peek from under the covers towards the hole where I could clearly see Bucky laying on his side staring at me. I smiled at this and he smiled in return. I kept my eyes on fixed him until I finally drifted to sleep.

“Y/N,” a gentle voice called to me. I muttered uneasily as I tossed back and forth. My chest felt as if it was weighed down by lead, and I panted for air. With a sudden surge of panic, I woke. “Shh… it’s okay – it was just a nightmare,” Bucky soothed quietly as he smoothed my hair away from my face. I looked around the room wildly until my eyes met his. I wanted to only feel comfort when I saw him, but I still felt gnawing anxiety racing through my body. I blinked as I stared at him wearily.

“What time is it?” I whispered.

“Early morning— I couldn’t sleep, and I heard you so I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he answered wearily as he began to rise to his feet.

“Wait,” I whispered hesitantly as I slid my hand over his. “Would you…. Stay?”

“Sure, doll,” he whispered as he slid into the bed bedside me.  He gathered me in his arms like he used to do every night. The sudden wave of comfort was almost overwhelming. With my head on his chest I could hear his heart racing – the proximity of our bodies to one another was having an obvious effect on him as well. The sound made me smile into his chest.

“Goodnight Bucky,” I whispered softly as I closed my tired eyes.

“Goodnight, doll,” he whispered into my hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of my head.

I stretched wearily as I opened my eyes to be greeted by the morning light. As I turned I half-expected to see Bucky laying beside me— instead the bed was empty. My heart sank. Maybe I had been riding such a wave of emotions yesterday between our fight, and some-what reconciliation that I had misunderstood what it meant. When I had fallen asleep last night I was sure that something had rekindled between us. I sighed to myself in frustration as I stared at the ceiling. I reminded myself that it was probably for the best as I began to sulk in my self-imposed misery.

“You’re awake,” Bucky’s voice drifted from the door. I looked over to see him leaning on the doorway as he watched me.

“How long have you been there?” I asked skeptically as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Long enough to know you were mad that I wasn’t still there,” he added playfully with a smirk. “But it’s all for good reason. How do you feel about a bit of an adventure today?”

His levity caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Sure,” I agreed as I sat up and stretched wearily again. Bucky’s eyes suddenly darkened. “What?” I asked as I stifled a yawn.

“Doll, you better close up that robe before I help you take it off completely,” he chuckled as he shook his head. Red crept up my cheeks as I looked at my somewhat exposed chest before pulling the robe tightly to me. Bucky continued to chuckle to himself as he turned and left the room. Once he was safely out of earshot I let out a soft chuckle – maybe today would be the start of a new chapter. He certainly acted as if it was a possibility, and I found myself hopeful for what the day had in store for us.

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theelderswear  asked:

Idk if this is the kind of headcanon you want… but James Potter putting his glasses on and off multiple times and telling Snape he looks better with the glasses off.

(( OOC: Well, this turned out longer than intended… ))

For the second time that day, James Potter stumbled forehead-first into his friend. Remus Lupin reeled back, rubbing at yet another lump starting to swell underneath his tawny hair.


“Sorry! Wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“That’s because you can’t bloody see.”

James smiled sheepishly at Remus’s left ear, eyes unfocused.

“Why the hell haven’t you got your glasses on?”

“I see better with them off.”

Remus stared without blinking, either from total bemusement or his impending concussion. Before he could come up with a suitable scolding, James had winked at him (or rather, he may have been squinting as a result of his the impaired vision) and skipped away, knocking over a lampshade as he went.

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Later that afternoon, the situation had not improved.

“Prongs, those are beetle wings, not dragonfly wings.” Remus swatted his friend’s hand away from their cauldron before the entire thing went up in flames.

“Right you are. Well spotted, Moony.”

Remus huffed. From across the Potions classroom, Snape sneered. “Interesting to find your lack of talent in potions is in no way worsened by your blindness, Potter.”

Remus frowned. He peered at James and the smug grin he was hiding, and hissed under his breath. “Does the fact you’ve mysteriously lost your glasses have anything to do with Snape, at all?”

“I never said I lost my glasses, Remus. I know exactly where they are.”

As Remus spluttered, James raised his voice. “Does anyone else hear that? I swear I can hear this horrible farting sound…”

The classroom snickered. Snape glared. “Probably the sound of your brain trying to work properly, I’d say.”

“There it is again! Gosh, I wish I could see where it was coming from…”

Snape growled, opening his mouth to retort back. As he did, James pressed his palms to his mouth, blowing a loud, wet raspberry. The classroom vibrated with suppressed giggles. Snape kicked back his chair, storming over to stand in front of the desk James and Remus shared. He pulled a pair of glasses out of his robes, slamming them down on the aged wood.

“There. See if that solves your hearing problem.”

James wiped the glasses clean on his robe, carefully placing them back on the bridge of his nose. As he looked up at Snape, eyes finally focused, he gave a blood-curdling scream and toppled backwards off his chair. 

“My eyes! My eyes!”

Remus leap to his feet in horror, convinced Snape had cursed the glasses somehow. James tore the glasses off his face and threw them across the room, panting heavily.

“Merlin, Snivellus… have you always that ugly?”

The classroom roared with laughter. James wiped his brow in such a way it was clear he had been taking lessons in dramatics off of Sirius.

“I think I’ll leave the glasses off for the time being, thanks.”

Snape turned purple. Remus sighed.

Invisible, Chapter Nineteen

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

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The Gift

word count: 1,380 

warnings: small panic attack.

tags: @321angst @lostin–translation @ajumbleofwords @friendlyinternetmeerkat @zadi-jyne @yourdailysunshine @love-sanders-sides

Christmas was always a time for joy, even Virgil had agreed to be a little cheerier. All sides had gotten each other presents, and were going to exchange them them on Christmas day. Virgil had agreed to quite a few Disney and Christmas movie marathons with the others, though he still sat in an armchair alone.

  Everyone had been quite pleasant, causing Patton to be extremely excited. Patton wanted this to be perfect seeing as this was Virgil’s first year celebrating with the others. Patton spent days in the kitchen cooking and baking, he decorated with the help of Roman, and he made sure he got everyone the perfect gift.

  When it came to the day it was a surprise to no one that Patton was the first out of bed. He woke everybody up by setting a cup of hot coco on their bedside tables. Breakfast were pancakes shaped like christmas trees. After breakfast, Logan suggested they watch a few movies before they open gifts, and the others agreed. Roman, who usually loves the Nightmare Before Christmas and Polar Express, couldn’t sit still.

  About an hour or two before lunch, they decided to open gifts. Logan had gotten ties with puns from Patton, a book of classic stories from Roman, and a nice black blazer from Virgil. Patton had gotten a teddy wearing glasses and a cardigan from Virgil, a new blue cardigan from Logan, and a silly singing monkey from Roman. Roman had gotten a new crown from Patton , and a few disney posters from Logan.

  Roman had asked Virgil to wait and exchange gifts after at the same time as him, so the others went ahead and gave virgil their gifts. Virgil was given more eyeliner pencils/ eyeshadow by Logan, and a teddy bear wearing a black hoodie with black button eyes from Patton. Roman was smirking silently as he prepared to give virgil his gift.

  “Oh Logan, I need help preparing lunch.” Patton said as he walked to the kitchen dragging Logan behind him.

   In reality Virgil had told patton that he wanted to exchange gifts with Roman in private. Patton had agreed but hadn’t pushed for an explanation, that was why he had dragged Logan into the kitchen when he didn’t need help.

  When only Roman and Virgil remained, Ro handed Virgil the gift, hardly containing the laughter he felt bubbling up. Virgil had taken hold of the box, not knowing what laid inside. Roman fidgeted as Virgil hesitated to open the box.

  “Look, while we’re alone and Patton won’t make a big deal out of this. I’m glad you agreed to accept me. I’m glad we have a better relationship now. And… I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done to offend you” Virgil muttered, sounding embarrased but sincere.

  Roman was stunned, having not expected Virgil to open up to him. Suddenly, Roman wasn’t so sure of his idea.

  “Uh Verge..” he started, only to be cut off by patton rushing in.

  “Hurry you two, lunch is almost ready!” the father figure called. Virgil began to open his gift rather fast leaving Roman no time to react.

   “VIRGIL WAIT!” Roman yelled, just a second too late. Virgil had opened the box and a hand sized mirror popped out on a spring. The shock of seeing his own face with eyeshadow smeared under his eyes, dark fringe, and altogether dark appearance sent panic through Virgil. Every anxious thought and self doubt that Virgil had pushed away for the holidays came crashing back, driving his rare good mood away instantly. Tears clouded the anxious traits eyes and he could no longer hear the others as they called to him. Blindly scrambling out of the commons, Virgil rushed to his room, slamming the door behind him.

  The remaining two traits looked at Roman with disappointment clear in their eyes. Roman felt the guilt settle in, but as he stood to leave as well, Patton stopped him with an uncharacteristic anger in his eyes. Logan, wisely, ducked out of the room before things could escalate. Patton was many things, but hardly ever was he truly furious. So when Roman saw barely restrained anger in the older traits eyes the royal became genuinely scared.  


“Patton, I..” Roman began before being cut off by the father.

 ”NO! I don’t want to hear it. Just think, Virgil was so nervous about this whole gift exchange! You shouldn’t have… You could have…” Patton trailed off, his anger replaced with a look that was just…tired.

  Roman had tears in his eyes, Patton only just noticed. He took a deep breath.

  “I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ve gotta get back to Virgil now.” Patton whispered, absently patting Roman on the back, before leaving only Roman in the common room, with tears in his eyes. Roman glanced around the room, noticing a nicely wrapped box still under the tree.

  Back in his room, Patton sat on the bed gently holding Virgil as the darker side calmed down.

  “I’m sure he hadn’t meant it in a mean way! Maybe it was just a prank gone wrong?” Patton tried, hoping to mend the tear in the younger sides recently found friendship.

  “Maybe… He did say wait, just slightly too late.” Virgil replied thoughtfully.

  "Exactly, so he made a mistake, but I don’t think he ever meant to hurt you.” Patton said softly, playing with Virgil’s hair. Virgil didn’t respond to that and Patton sighed.

  “I have to go finish making dinner now. You can come down if you’re feeling better or stay in here and I’ll bring you food later.” Patton whispered, pressing a kiss to the younger’s forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.

  It was silent for a few minutes before a knock sounded. Figuring it was Patton coming back for something, Virgil didn’t answer. The door opened and a guilty looking Roman entered with his hands behind his back.

  “So, I saw the gift you got me and Patton suggested I open it. It was very thoughtful, thank you.” Virgil didn’t look at him.

  “I loved that you thought of me when you saw them.” Roman continued. Virgil had gotten Roman a statuette of a prince holding a sword. And a slightly smaller prince charming plushie.

  Roman sat on the bed, Virgil still didn’t give any sign that he was listening.

 "I… I thought it would be funny to give you a gag gift to make your first Christmas a memorable one. Now I realize that was stupid and not very noble of me. So, what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry Virgil.”

  He bowed his head. “I’m sorry I ruined your Christmas.”

  The royal suddenly perked up. “I did buy you a real gift though so…” He trailed off looking at the still unmoving trait on the bed.

  “I’ll uh just leave this here,” Roman finished, somewhat awkwardly placing something on bed.

  Virgil held still minutes after the door closed, not knowing if he should trust the creative side. Finally sitting up, he saw a red and white striped box sitting on the edge of the bed. Curious, he grabbed the box and slowly opened it. What was inside made him gasp.

   Sitting neatly in the box was a beautiful black frame, the picture only partially visible. Virgil picked it up to look closer. It was a picture Virgil had taken when the others weren’t paying attention, while planning with Thomas. Patton was laughing, head thrown back, eyes closed. Logan was smiling a small smile, while Roman was mid-giggle and Thomas had a massive grin on his face.

  They had been rehearsing a video when Logan had said a word wrong, accidentally making a pun when he did causing everyone to laugh. The fact that the creative side had framed the picture meant he thought it was good enough to be seen. It indirectly showed that he thought something Virgil did was good. Virgil let out a small smile. Roman may be rude but he always made up for it.

  Some time later, when Patton called for dinner, Virgil joined the others. His holiday spirit had returned.

Tied Up - Park Jimin

Summary: You and Jimin aren’t exactly strangers to using rope in the bedroom, but you decide to switch it up a little bit. Just for fun.

Genre: Smut (sub/dom, fem!dom, ropebunny!Jimin, a tiny bit of babyboy!Jimin)

Length: 1.8k+

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