he said a sentence and a half about it

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Summary:

Dean and Y/N share a bed in a motel and Dean has a dream about her, mindlessly pulling her into him and peppering he with kisses.

Words: ~2100

Warnings: mention of injuries, FLUFF

A/N:I’m actually really proud of this one even though the introduction is a bit boring. please read until the end and tell me what you think! Also, I really love this cheesy bed sharing fanfictions but it’s different in this imagine. (This theme wasn’t my idea, I saw it somewhere but don’t remember the name anymore…)

×××

Falling in love is so easy that you don’t realise that it is actually happening.

A stupid, cheesy saying that I never really agreed with. I mean, how could you not notice being head over heels because of one person.
Well, I guess I learned it the hard way. Or rather kinda the hard way.

I was used to share a bed with Dean. But it was never the type of bed sharing that was needy and consisted of endless cuddles and realising the love for the other person.
It was never the type of bed sharing that was described in the Dean Winchester fanfictions on the Internet.
Yes, maybe I was interested in the fantasies of the so called “Deangirls”. But that’s not the point.

Back to the topic: Dean and I just laid next to each other, not really caring about the other and simply only wanting to rest after an exhausting day.

So when we entered the motel that only had one room with two normal sized beds left, there wasn’t a nervous fluttering in my stomach. Why should I be nervous?
So when we entered the room that was barely tidied up, there wasn’t a flirty comment from Dean about sharing a bed with his godlike body. Why should he be flirty?

Dean only looked at me briefly when Sam threw his bag on the bed at the window, reassuring our arrangement. I nodded before I headed to the bathroom without a word, feeling cramps in my abdomen.
I tried not to get pissed about my period. The life of a hunter was cursed anyway and my period was actually the pain that was the easiest to endure.

Trying to forget about the pain coming from my stomach and the fresh, deep cut caused by a werewolf, I stepped into the shower. I enjoyed having the warm and clean water covering my body like a sterile blanket and felt better as soon as I changed into my pyjamas which weren’t soaked in my own and werewolf blood.

Leaving the bathroom I saw Sam getting patched up by Dean and I approached them. “How bad is it?”, I wanted to know while I took a closer look on Sam’s neck.

“It’s very deep… but not deep enough to turn him, I guess.”, Dean mumbled, his eyes fixed on his younger brother’s neck.
“I’m fine!”, Sam rolled his eyes but Dean pushed a cloth against his neck making Sam groan in pain. “Yeah, maybe not.”, I chuckled and gave him a smile filled with sympathy.

I sat down on the bed, watching the boys tiredly. “Your turn.”, Dean demanded seriously, but his voice was definitely filled with concern after Sam stood up to have a shower as well.

“I’m fine.”, I rolled my eyes just like Sam did a while ago and Dean scoffed. “Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not. Stop bullshitting me like Sam does.”, Dean said harshly and now it was my turn to scoff.

“How about you shut up and let me rest?!”, I snapped, causing Dean to jump slightly at my sudden change of mood from tired and annoyed to aggressive and dangerous.
“Well, I would if you hadn’t had this huge cut on your tigh! And in case you didn’t notice, if you hadn’t thrown yourself in front of me, I would be the one with the cut.”, Dean replied matter-of-factly with an incredible calm voice while I stood up to face him.
“So it’s my fault now that I’m hurt?”, I yelled, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Hell yeah, it is!”, he threw his arms in the air, “I could’ve handled this freaking werewolf on my-”
“Hey, guys, lower your voices!”, Sam’s voice interrupted Dean and we both stayed still, glaring at each other.

“Whatever.”, I shrugged with anger in my voice and turned around to finally get some rest.
He didn’t say anything else while I started to go through my stuff, looking for my beautiful, black gun that always had to lay right next to the bed.
I didn’t know what Dean was doing and I honestly didn’t care at the moment. I just wanted to sleep.

I laid down flat on my back on the right half of the bed, leaving the left half to Dean.
I allowed myself a glance at him, sitting at the little table and researching. I could see the tension in his muscles while he propped up his head with his right hand. It didn’t took me very long to feel sorry, my mood changing again.

But before I even had the chance to think about apologizing, Sam entered the room and it was Dean’s turn to have a shower.
I quickly closed my eyes, hoping that Sam wouldn’t ask questions and would leave me alone.

About ten minutes later, I was already zoning out, I felt Dean next to me because of the lowering of the matress due to his weight and of course his shoulder that was pressed against mine.

“I’m sorry.”, I whispered so that only he could hear it before I opened my eyes and turned my eyes to look at him.
“I just wanted to help.”, he murmured, his facial expression tensed telling me that he was still mad at me. Without thinking I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and feeling the tension slowly vanishing.

“I know. I’m just super sensitive at the moment.”, I mumbled, hoping he would get it. But he just looked at me, confused and tired. “I’m… um, it’s just… it’s this time of the month again.”, I explained and his eyes widened slightly before he nodded. “Oh.”

I fell asleep several minutes later with Dean next to me and his fingers between mine, which wasn’t romantic in any way. It was simply platonic
Our relationship was platonic even though Sam said different things I was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything romantic going on between Dean and me.
It was simply platonic.

And I was also not in love with Dean Winchester.

But when I woke up to Dean pulling my small body into him, I did feel a weird feeling in my stomach and it wasn’t my period, that was for sure.
I felt Dean’s strong arms under my head and around my waist while his chest covered my back. “Dean?”, I asked and only got a quiet groan as a reply.

I didn’t remember the reason why I let him sleep, probably because of his lack of sleep. But I did remember how my heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds when I felt his lips on the back of my neck. Warm and soft.

One kiss, then another, then another…

And then, him mumbling my name… I couldn’t move like my body was bewitched while his lips trailed over to my shoulder. “Dean?”, I asked again and I turned around a bit, feeling the grib on my waist tighten and his lips wandering to my neck.

My face was hot. Very hot and probably red like a tomato. Dean groaned again when he started sucking on my neck and I let out a unwanted moan.

I looked over Dean’s shoulder to Sam, panicking and checking wether he was sleeping. He was asleep. Thank god…

Slowly getting calmer, I let Dean kiss me and started to enjoy the feeling of his slightly wet lips on my sensitive skin.
My eyes closed without me wanting it, taking in Dean’s scent which mostly consisted of cheap soap.

I didn’t wanted to admit it but I liked it. The whole situation.
Dean’s scent around me, the warmth coming from him, his strong arms around me and the fact that he was probably dreaming about me while kissing my neck.

“Dean!”, I raised my voice when I got out of my trance and he groaned again.
But this time he finally woke up, his face in the crook of my neck and his arms holding me near him.
In a second, his beautiful face was as red as mine while he let go of me.

Without a word I hurried into the bathroom to go to the toilet and to wash my teeth, wanting to feel clean again.
I quickly brushed my hair without really looking into the mirror.

“I’m going to buy some pie.”, I mumbled before leaving the motel and Dean just nodded, not saying his usual words “That’s my girl.”

When I got back about half an hour later, Dean was packing his stuff and Sam wasn’t in bed anymore. “Where’s-”, I began and Dean answered before I even ended the sentence, “Bathroom.”.

“Here, I already packed your stuff. I hope you don’t mind ‘cause of your… Nevermind.”, he mumbled while he handed me my backbag. We stood still for a moment, his incredibly green eyes wandering to my neck and staying there. He cleared his throat before he looked at me again and then continued, “Sam said that we should wait in the car.”

After he finished packing everything in his back we went over to the Impala where I remembered the pie in my plastic bag that I totally forgot surprisingly.
“That’s for you by the way.”, I told Dean as he leaned against his car.

His green eyes lit up at my words while his smile widened. “You’re the best.”, he grinned at me, not even looking at the pie I gave him. He also took my bag out of my hand to put it and the pie on the back seat.

And before I knew it, his lips were on mine. Not on my back, not on my shoulder, not on my neck. No, they met my lips and slowly moved, filling me up with excitement. His right hand wandered up to caress my cheek while his nose brushed against mine.

I knew that it was definitely too late now. And maybe I even knew that already in the morning. There was no point of trying to hide it from myself.

I was in love with him.
And I let myself melt into his body, my hands roaming up over his body while his arms wrapped around my back to lift me up. I laughed against his while I folded my arms behind his head and deepened the kiss.

A few moments later Sam appeared put of nowhere and cleared his throat. Dean and I separated quickly but kept close. And of course, he had to comment what he saw, “Told you she would let you kiss her.”

After Sam sat in the car, I saw Dean still smirking at me. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if Sam hadn’t told me about you letting me kiss you this morning.”
“What? I thought he was asleep!”, i exclaimed, making him chuckle and pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sorry by the way. I didn’t know that… well, I was dreaming that you and I…”, he whispered, his lips brushing over my ear.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can’t complain. And sharing a bed with you is always fun. It never hurts to have such a gorgeous sleeping beauty next to me.”, I mumbled into his shoulder before he pulled himself back to lock into my eyes.

He smiled at me a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss me again. With a quick movement he turned us, my back hitting the Impala when his hips pressed me against his car. There wasn’t much time before this kiss escalated. His tongue tracing over my lower lip, causing my knees to get weak and my body to melt even more into him.

We were interrupted by Sam, his knuckles knocked against the half-open window. “Honestly, you lovebirds, we have work to do.”, he laughed and Dean groaned loadly when we parted, my head instinctively following his.

He looked down at me sweetly, his eyes not even fully opened and he pecked my lips again before he pressed a kiss on my fore head.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”, he sighed quietly before he let go of me and we got into the car.

Sam just smirked at Dean and then turned around to look at me, smirking at me as well while Dean was concentrated on the road.
“Nice hickey you got there.”, Sam mentioned and my eyes instantly widened as my hand reached up to my neck.

As soon as I locked into the mirror I saw Dean staring at me. Then he winked, making my face heat up but a smile formed on my lips.

This was the beginning of something new. Something different.
And I was really happy about Dean dreaming about me and also Sam not being awake.

BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean

Seokjin 

“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue. 

“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask

“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help” 

It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation. 

“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”

“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi 

“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room. 

Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.

“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.

“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one. 

You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned. 

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”

“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles 

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Hobi

You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies. 

“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends. 

“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks

“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.

Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead. 

“How was practice?” You ask

“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book. 

“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved. 

“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. 

“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling. 

“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Namjoon 

Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book. 

“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.

“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan. 

“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this” 

You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so. 

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.” 

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Jimin 

Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go. 

It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder  and walk towards the hall. 

But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter. 

“PARK JIMIN! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?” You scream

“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing. 

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks. 

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing” 

“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung

You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back. 

This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you. 

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.

He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence. 

He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult. 

“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.

You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing. 

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you. 

The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?” 

“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you” 

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five. 

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook 

“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner. 

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials. 

You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you. 

“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“And what would would that be?” you asked.

“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book” 

“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.” 

The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot. 

But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned. 

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.” 

“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead. 

“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)

[scenario] don’t you recognize me?

Title: don’t you recognize me? 

Member: Hansol

Genre: fluff?? // first encounter

Word Count: 1073

You’re sitting in a Starbucks facing the busy New York City traffic, slowly working on a paper that was due at 11:59 PM, on the dot. You smash the backspace button rapidly for the hundredth time, leaving you back at square one.

“Excuse me?”

A male, donning a black mask and matching baseball cap catches your attention with a wave. With the way he’s dressed, he resembles one of the many foreign tourists that wander around Times Square, so it doesn’t bother you.

“Can I help you with something?” 

You shut your laptop, not that you were getting anything done, anyway. He nods, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles at you from beneath his mask.

“My friends and I are kinda… Lost,” he admits, gesturing to the large group of males, wearing a variety of masks and hats. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he chuckles nervously. “I was wondering if you could help guide us back to our hotel? I should know, but I didn’t live here for very long.”

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the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
“Why me?” - Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by sh-gifs

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Jace is (Y/N)’s twin brother but she is the exact opposite of him (shy, don’t talk a lot, self-conscious about herself), and Alec ends up saving her from a demon and tells her he likes her.

“Come on Jace, leave your sister alone.” Alec said as Jace was showing off about his last missions.
“I’m just saying, I’ve killed more than twenty demons in my last three missions. How many demons did you kill in the last three months, (Y/N)?” Jace asked with a smirk.
“Jace, shut up.” Alec said half friendly.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and went to her room. She sat down on her bed and burried her face in her hands.

Jace was (Y/N)’s twin brother. He was confident and cocky. Jace was everything (Y/N) wasn’t. She was shy, quiet and self-conscious. (Y/N) was so different from her brother, sometimes she was convinced she had been adopted, or put in the wrong family, maybe even in the wrong world.
(Y/N) loved being a shadowhunter but she couldn’t help comparing herself to her brother and everybody knew that Jace was one of the best shadowhunters of his generation. Everytime Jace was bragging about his missions, (Y/N) felt like maybe she didn’t belong to this world, it would explain why she wasn’t as good as her brother.
(Y/N) also loved her brother, but Jace was the opposite of her and it was difficult to have a personal conversation with him. They weren’t very close but they would always be willing to die for one another. They were a family, after all.

(Y/N) lifted her head up when she heard someone walk into her room. It was Alec. (Y/N) felt her cheeks blush so she burried her face back in her hands. (Y/N) had a crush on Alec but she was way too shy and scared of rejection to talk to anyone about it, especially not Alec.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked.
“Don’t do that again.” (Y/N) said. Alec frowned. “You don’t need to defend me when my brother makes fun of me. I can handle it on my own.” (Y/N) didn’t mean to be rude but somehow it all came out pretty agressive. (Y/N) shook her head and sighed.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” Alec declared.
“No, I’m sorry. None of this is your fault. I shouldn’t take it all out on you. Thanks for caring about me, though.” (Y/N) smiled a little and looked down.
“Of course I do. I will always care about you, (Y/N).” Alec said very seriously.
(Y/N) looked at him. Alec was about to add something when Maryse Lightwood walked into the room. (Y/N) wished people would knock before entering her bedroom.
“Ah! There you are. Something came up. You two need to get ready for a new mission.” Alec’s mother ordered. (Y/N) held back a complaint. She had just came back from another mission and she had been training all day. She was exhausted.
“What about Jace and Izzy?” (Y/N) asked.
“They already left. They went to see Meliorn to get some information. Why? Is there a problem?” Maryse asked with her usual cold attitude.
“No. I was just wondering.” (Y/N) lied.
She knew that if she told Maryse that she was too exhausted for a new mission, she would be seen as weak. And (Y/N) didn’t want to be called a coward in front of Alec.

As (Y/N) and Alec got to their location, Alec kept looking at (Y/N) with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alec asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” (Y/N) lied.
She was tired, she couldn’t remember the last time she slept for more than two hours in a row. And the few injuries she got from the last mission were still healing and sore, and everything hurt everytime she was taking a new step.
“(Y/N), I hope you know that not being as good as your brother doesn’t make you less of a good shadowhunter.” Alec declared. “You know that everything is a competition for Jace, but it’s not about the number of demons you kill during a mission, it’s about-”
“Watch out!” (Y/N) shouted as she tightened her grip around her seraph blade.
A demon came running on Alec and (Y/N) pushed Alec aside to take care of the creature. She pushed her weapon through the demon’s body and it disappeared into a cloud of dust almost immediatly.
“See, you’re a great shadowhunter. You just saved my life.” Alec said with a little smile on his face.
“Yeah, well, tell that to Jace.” (Y/N) chuckled.
“(Y/N), I need to tell you something, I -” Alec didn’t have time to finish.
(Y/N) screamed and collapsed on the ground. It took Alec a few seconds to see the demon that injured (Y/N). He killed it without a struggle and rushed to (Y/N)’s side.
“Damn it!” (Y/N) shouted as she held onto her shoulder, in pain.
Alec reached for his stele and drew the healing rune on (Y/N)’s injury. She winced and gritted her teeth.
“There. The pain should fade away in a minute.” Alec said. “Are you okay?” He added.
“I’m fine.” Alec offered (Y/N) his hand, she grabbed it and lifted herself from the ground.

After the mission, Alec and (Y/N) went back to the Institute. (Y/N) was still exhausted and a little bit in pain, but when she got to her room, Alec joined her there a few minutes later.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you were about to go to bed.” Alec said as he saw (Y/N) in her night clothes -which were nothing more than a oversized t-shirt.
(Y/N) blushed when she caught Alec staring at her bear legs.
“It’s okay. What’s going on?” (Y/N) asked.
Alec walked closer to (Y/N) and she almost forgot how to breathe.
“I wanted to apologize.” Alec declared.
“What for?” (Y/N) frowned.
“Well, if I didn’t talk to you during the mission, you wouldn’t have been distracted and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Oh, no Alec, it wasn’t your fault.” Alec looked down.
(Y/N) reached for Alec’s chin and lifted it up with her soft hand. “I mean it, Alec. It wasn’t your fault.”
Alec stared at (Y/N) and got lost in her eyes for a minute.

Suddenly, Alec put his hands on each side of (Y/N)’s face and kissed her. (Y/N) was surprised and shocked but she kissed him back. Alec let go of (Y/N), she looked at him with wide eyes.
“Why did you do that?” (Y/N) asked, almost blaming Alec.
“I like you, (Y/N).” Alec declared. He was feeling anxious and scared that (Y/N) would reject him. Alec knew how hard it was for (Y/N) to let people in.
“Is this some kind of joke? Did Jace dare you to kiss me?” (Y/N) felt angry. She knew her brother would be able to do something like that for his own entertainment. He always told (Y/N) that she was too hung-up with boys.
“What? No!” Alec said, confused. “Your brother doesn’t even know that I have feelings for you.”
“Do you really? Because I swear to God Alec, if this is a joke, it’s really not funny and cruel.” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think anymore.
On one hand, (Y/N) didn’t think that Alec was mean enough to play with her feelings. But on the other hand, she couldn’t believe that Alec could really like her.
“(Y/N), this isn’t a joke, OK? I would never do anything to hurt you.” Alec took (Y/N)’s hands in his.
“But why me?” (Y/N) asked quietly.
“What do you mean by that?” Alec frowned.
“Well, there are lots of prettier girls than me in this world. I’m not exactly the best shadowhunter, I am clumsy, shy and-”
“Hey, stop. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and you’re a great shadowhunter. I mean how many times did you save my life?” Alec chuckled.
“Well, how many times did you save mine?” (Y/N) mumbled.
“(Y/N), listen. I like everything about you, I really do.” Alec said. He sounded very sincere. “Now, I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Hardly had he finished his sentence that (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. The two of them kissed passionately for a while.
“It was about time.”
(Y/N) and Alec turned to face the door and saw Izzy leaned on the door frame.
“Can’t you people just knock?” (Y/N) declared half laughing and half embarrassed.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll leave you two to it.” Izzy smiled and left the room.
Alec and (Y/N) laughed and kissed again.

Sometimes you shouldn’t burry your feelings or ignore them. Sometimes you just let them go, and who knows, maybe everything will be alright.
Meant For Each Other

Originally posted by robinllordtaylor


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation. 

Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF 
also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.


*Reader POV* 

“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention. 

“I need to test it on someone,” he replied. 

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.” 

“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.” 

“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.” 

Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.” 

I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room? 

I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had. 

Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down. 

Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut. 

Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.” 

“But I-” 

“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look. 

“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room. 

I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself. 

I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else. 

The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted. 

“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?” 

“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to. 

“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss. 

“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all. 

“What happened at school today?” 

I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.” 

“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it…” he said the last sentence kind of hushed. 

“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked. 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.” 

I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one. 

“Was it something I said?” 

“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.” 

“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I… uhh… I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?” 

“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t. 

“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned. 

“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back. 

“Fuck off, Stark!” 

“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.” 

“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.” 

“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.” 

“And we want it why?” 

“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile. 

“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air. 

“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely. 

I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground. 

“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.” 

It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin. 

“(y/n), are you okay?” 

“I can’t move, Bucky. My… my chest. And my head.” 

Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.” 

“The flag…” 

“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.” 

“What’s going on,” Steve asked. 

“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.” 

“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.” 

Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission… Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.  

I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“Getting my notebook.” 

“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly. 

“I need to study,” I said back. 

“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.” 

“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again. 

“Why are you always so stubborn?” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.  

“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently. 

“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just… I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school… I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.” 

Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.” 

“Fine,” I yawned. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point…” 

I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.” 

Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.” 

I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face. 

“Sweet dreams, doll.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms


alluring touch || calum hood

requested: yes

word count: 3.9k+

synopsis: fuckboy!calum was your roommate and even though he is the embodiment of arrogance and late night stands, indulging into his charm is pretty hard to resist.

warning: mentions/suggestions of sex, suggestions of oral sex, foreplay

a/n: just a heads up, this is a gay writing piece. there is no particular reason as to why i wrote it as a gay piece other than in the moment, it felt right to make it. sorry to the anon who requested this if this isn’t what you expected as i did tweak it a bit. if you want a part 2, i can TRY and make a part 2 with actual smut. credits to the gif owner.

inspired by ‘New Bae’ - Vic Mensa

masterlist // writing prompt list


There is something about him that made everyone crave him. I don’t know if it was his smirk that just seemed to be forever planted on his face, the way he licked his lips teasing whoever his next victim was; to let them know that he could do so much more than moisturise his lips with that tongue, the way his arms looked so strong yet so inviting that if he were to trap you between his body and the wall, you wouldn’t mind; or maybe it was his whiskey almost onyx eyes that ironically shined brighter than any star that reels the people in. I honestly don’t know, but I don’t blame the hopeless for falling into his trap. He certainty knows how to get them good.

His parents should’ve named him ‘Dick’ considering it suits him very well and that’s the only head he uses to think with, but no. That’s not his name at all. He has a rather strong, masculine name that people just love to moan out. They call him ‘God’, but he honestly just prefers ‘Calum’, to make him seem more humble.

What a dick.

I rolled my eyes as I sat in our shared apartment, eating cereal on the couch, watching him escort the lovely and most likely closeted gay male, out the door. Once the door closed I cleared my throat, grabbing Calum’s attention.


“3rd guy this week, Calum and shit it is only Tuesday.” I said as Calum smirked at me.

“Wanna be the 4th?” he winked, strolling towards me before sitting down.


I scoffed in disgust as I rolled my eyes once more, getting up from my spot immediately after he sat down.

“Yeah how about no.” I answered, drinking the leftover milk from my cereal before putting it in the sink to wash later.

“Oh right, because you wouldn’t want to cheat on your little boyfriend, huh?” Calum said, stretching his arms over the entire couch back and letting his arms rest on top of them.

“Again… he is not my boyfriend.” I said with annoyance practically oozing from my response as I made him his usual cup of coffee. Calum liked his coffee the way he liked his men; super sweet, light and give him enough energy to be in control of everything. Calum and I have a weird love-hate dynamic between us. I hate him. He loves me. I criticise everything that he does. He constantly flirts with me. I make him coffee and he helps me study for my finals. It’s extremely odd, but it is how we work.

I carried his coffee mug with both of my hands as I steadily walked over to the couch, making sure not to spill a drop. As I slowly bend forward to put the coffee cup on the table, I felt his eyes staring into my behind. I looked over my shoulder and glared at him. However, he didn’t care that I just caught him checking out my ass, in fact it made him stare at it even more, adjusting his body slightly as his eyes trailed from my ass and finally meeting with my eyes.


“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Checking my ass out. There is more to me than just my ass, Calum.”

“Oh I know. There’s your pretty little mouth too and that tongue too.”


My jaw dropped as I quickly stood up straight, clearing my throat. A sudden heat rushed up to my face as I tried to calm down. Calum smirked as he sat up properly and leaned over to grab his coffee.

“Thanks for the coffee, Y/N.” Calum said, winking at me.

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Throughout the trial, the relationship between the impressive judge, Ed Cowart, and the defendant-former law student was a fascinating subplot.

There were times when the judge’s quips from the bench had Bundy - and everyone else in the courtroom - laughing.

There were other times when Judge Cowart was miffed by Bundy’s courtroom methods. Bundy had wanted to be a lawyer for a long time, and he’d eagerly adopt that role.

If, acting as his own counsel, Bundy fumbled a point of law, the judge would tell him where he went wrong, and note « that’s what you learn in your third year of law school. »

Bundy hadn’t finished his second year of law school when he was convicted in Utah of kidnapping.

The judge was the totally dominant force in the courtroom. Bundy seemed to respect Judge Cowart, even though he once predicted that the judge would give him the death sentence.

Before sentencing, Bundy gave about a half-hour statement. Sometimes his soft voice choked. He said he’s innocent. He blamed the news media for, as he saw it, creating an image of monstrousness about Ted Bundy. And Bundy thought his public-defender lawyers hadn’t been competent.

Said Bundy : « If you gave me a violin right now, I’d try to play it. I’d try real hard. But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the experience and training.»

Judge Cowart interjected : « I hope, if you had seven years of schooling, you could at least play ‘Dixie ‘. »

Bundy : « Yeah, we heard a lot of ‘Dixie’ here. But we sure didn’t hear any Brahms. And that’s the problem. We didn’t get to the level of effectiveness (of defense counsel) that was required by this trial. »

The crowded courtroom strained to hear Bundy’s words as he stood before the judge and the two spoke to each other. Bundy said he expected the death sentence. But he wouldn’t give up. « This is an early round of a long battle, and I haven’t given up. »

Judge Cowart : « I don’t expect you to cry uncle, and I’d be disappointed if you did. »

The Seattle Times - August 1, 1979

Tyler Seguin - Projects (Requested)

Originally posted by schneiderforpresident

A/N: This was brought to you by my very own blended gin which I named Felix Felicis. I apologize in advance for typos but it shouldn’t be too bad. I know it’s not exactly what was asked in the request but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t similar to the Strome one I wrote that had a similar request. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 900

Request: can you do a tsegs imagine where you’re upset and stressed about university and he comforts you and just really kissy and cuddly and talks about how much he loves you


“I’m never going to get a degree” you mumbled to yourself as you looked at the books spread across your kitchen table. End of semester plus period pains made you a moody mess who didn’t really feel like studying anymore. You decided to reward yourself with a break and joined Tyler on the couch where he was watching some TV.

“How’s the essay going?” he said as he moved so you could tuck yourself into his side. 

“I hate school” you mumbled “and my insides are trying to kill me”

“Do you need anything? Tylenol? Hot water bottle?” Tyler asked.

“I took some already I’m just waiting for it to kick in and also trying to avoid my responsibilities. As for the water bottle, you’re just as a hot,” you said and snuggled in closer.

“Use me all you want baby,” Tyler said with a grin and turned back to the TV. “Do you want to watch this or something else?” he asked as he reached out to get the remote off the coffee table. 

“This is fine” you yawned “if I fall asleep wake me up in half an hour please, I really need to get back to writing,” you said as you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest. You were out a couple minutes later and Tyler wasn’t far behind you. When you finally did wake up it was dark outside.

“Oh my god,” you said and scrambled out of Tyler’s arms which rustled him awake. 

“What? What? Where’s the fire?” Tyler said in a small panic as his eyes searched the room for the threat. 

“We both fell asleep,” you said as you looked at the time on your phone and groaned. You had less than 5 hours before you had to hand in the paper you had barely started. 

“Shit sorry babe” he muttered as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I should have set an alarm,” you answered as you started your coffee machine, it was going to be a long night. Once your coffee was ready you put your earphones on and dove into your work. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Tyler was getting ready for bed. He let Cash and Marshall out one last time and headed upstairs. You figured he would wait up in bed but you didn’t expect him to come back with an extra one of his hoodies in his hands, which he handed to you.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he took a seat at the table and opened one of your books.

“I know you have a lot of work to do and I might not be able to help much but I’ll sit here and support you if you need it” he smiled and went back to looking through your book.  You just smiled and went back to your computer, slipping Tyler’s sweater on. It was moments like this that made the hectic hockey life with Tyler worth it, he was worth it.  

Two hours in and you were starting to get tired, you just wanted this assignment to be over. You had already bargained with yourself and calculated the grade you needed in order to pass the class. Tyler also started pacing in the kitchen and bringing you snacks and water to keep you going. 

“Can I do anything to help you?” Tyler asked when he noticed the frustration was getting to you. 

“Can you work on my bibliography please?” you asked.

“Yeah just tell me what to do,” he said and grabbed the IPad from the kitchen counter. You explained to him what you needed and he went right to work.
Another hour later and you only had your conclusion left but the words were starting to blur in front of you. 

“This stopped making sense half an hour ago” you sighed in frustration and ran your hands through your hair. 

“Do you want me to read through it?” Tyler offered. He had finished the bibliography earlier and was now flipping through articles online. 

“Yes please,” you said and turned your screen to him.  It took him about twenty minutes to run through the paper and you saw him nod or occasionally changed a word or two, sometimes a small smile would spread on his lips. 

“Okay so after reading this I can say you’re the brains in this relationship. I don’t know much about the subject but the sentences make sense. Had a couple typos here and there but you’re so smart baby this is really good” Tyler said and passed the laptop back to you.  

“Thank you,” you said and blushed a little. Tyler always said he was proud of you but this was the first time he got really involved in your school work.
After another half an hour the paper was finally done, you looked at it one more time before submitting it. 

“Alright let’s go to bed,” Ty said with a yawn and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the table.

“Yeah, bedtime” you agreed and followed Ty up to your bedroom. 

“My little smarty pants, I love you so much,” Tyler said once you were both lying in bed. 

“I love you too, thanks for all your help tonight,” you said. 

“Anytime,” he answered and pulled you to his chest.

Loud Mouth, Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Prompt: Soft Side + Hercules Mulligan

Words: 483

Author’s Note: Big guys characterized with a soft side is actually my greatest weakness.

Warnings: Mulligan is a teddy bear. Hamilsquad is drunk.

Askbox | Masterlist


You wondered if the group you were currently serving was born to make noise. It wasn’t necessarily rude or obnoxious, but it wasn’t exactly what you welcomed with four hours until last call.

Scrubbing the table next to theirs, you heard them converse in hush whispers for the first time. They were more than likely discussing plans and opinions best left unheard by nearby ears. Although, the shortest of the group seemed content allowing anyone and everyone hearing every word he spoke.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over you, and you looked up to see Hercules Mulligan, the strongest and quite possibly the loudest of the group in front of you. You hesitated, wondering if he would speak first. You heard collective giggling next to you and could only assume his posse was intently watching you.

“Another round?” You suggested, slinging your rag over your shoulder.

“N-No…I think we’re good for now.” He spoke, quiet toned. His voice shocked you so much you almost didn’t quite catch what he had said. His usual deep and strong voice was reduced to the faintest of whispers.

“Aww! He’s shy!” The group crooned. With one glance, he had them all shut up.

“Can I help you with something Mr. Mulligan?” You move back to the bar with him hot on your trails. You begin rinsing out mugs as he collected his thoughts, sometimes stuttering out a half sentence that had no sense to it.

“Good Lord man! Hit her with some of the cheesy crap you rant to us about and ask her for a date before we hit tomorrow’s last call.” Calls out a rather intoxicated Lafayette, arms wrapped around his two friends who offered him balance.

“She’s as beautiful as a newly bloomed rose, too precious and elegant to consider a loud mouth brute like me.” Quoted Hamilton, dramatically flailing his arms, effectively letting Lafayette go and allowing him to collapse onto Laurens.

“That wasn’t word for word.” Hercules grumbled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It was very beautiful, Mr. Mulligan. I’m sure your version was even more so.”

“Hercules is fine.” You offered your name, but he responded with a simple, “I know.”

“Your friends are rather charming. Although, I often find myself admiring a certain loud mouth brute that often accompanies them.” You allowed yourself to flirt, but was too embarrassed to directly meet his eye. Lafayette wolf whistled from the floor.

“And I a barmaid with beautiful eyes with a horrible taste in men.” He shamelessly flirted back, leaning forward on the wooden bar, only allowing mere inches to separate you.

“Come back tomorrow. First round is on me. Only if you pay for dinner, of course.”

He grinned down at you, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“Free beer? Good pick, Mulligan!” Cried Laurens, still squirming beneath Lafayette.

“He’s not invited.”

BTS Reaction To You Running To Them Crying (Break Up)

Namjoon: He’d stare at you in a confused daze when he saw the streaks of tears on your cheeks. He thought it was another fight with your boyfriend but in between hiccuped sentences, it was because you had broken up with your low life boyfriend. He held onto you not saying a word, hating that you cared so much about your now ex-boyfriend.

“You need to stop crying over that pathetic boy. He’s not worth your tears (Y/N). There’s someone out there that’ll make you anything but sad,” he said looking you deeply in the eyes hoping that you’d see the love he has for you.

Originally posted by whereisuniq

Taehyung: It was almost midnight when you were knocking on his door, tears still spilling out of your eyes. He’d ask you what was going on and when you told him that your boyfriend had broken up with you. He stared at you in shock since the last time you told him about your relationship everything was running smoothly. He was a bit happy knowing that maybe now he’ll have a chance with you but he also didn’t want to see you hurt in the process.

“Maybe now you’ll give a chance to someone that’s actually worth your time,” he said looking at your intertwined hands.

Originally posted by pokpokchikchik

Hoseok: He was worried when you called him, crying, asking if you could spend the night. He thought it was a mere first fight you and your boyfriend, whom he hated. But once you came to his apartment still crying he knew it wasn’t just a small fight. When you were telling him that you had broken with your boyfriend because he was becoming possessive, Hoseok praised you for doing so.  

“It’s a good thing you got out of the relationship before it became something even worse,” a small hint of joy in his voice because now he’ll do everything in his power to make you his.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jin: When you texted Jin to come over because you really need him, he was startled. He immediately dropped everything he was doing and rushed to your house. When you opened the door with puffy eyes and a half smile he instantly hugged you. He didn’t ask you anything just held you until you told him everything that’d happen. 

“I told you so. He was no good for you (Y/N),” he said causing you to roll your eyes and laugh a little. 

Originally posted by hugtae

Jungkook: Jungkook was startled when his doorbell rang. He went to his door cautiously and when he saw that it was you with a red nose he opened the door. He was about to joking say something about your nose but when he saw the state you were in he stopped himself. You told him that your boyfriend had broken up with you and when you looked up at Jungkook he didn’t even hide his gleeful smile. 

“He’s stupid for letting a beautiful girl go but someone can gain something out of his stupidity,” he hinted.

Originally posted by ofzico

Yoongi: Yoongi was expecting that you’ll be telling him once again about your happy relationship you had with your boyfriend. He hated hearing that another man was making you happy but he held it in. When you opened the door with a kleenex on your nose and puffy red eyes. He got up and laid on the couch patting to the small space left.

“Come on lay with me and watch a stupid funny movie with me. That’ll get your mind off unimportant things,” he said half praying that you won’t be able to hear his heart practically leaping out of his chest whenever you two made physical contact.

Originally posted by b-sonyeondan

Jimin: Jimin was always there for you when you complained (which was often) about your relationship with your boyfriend. This time, you were crying barely being able to finish a sentence before crying even more. He comforted you smiling a bit that you finally dumped your boyfriend.

“Now you won’t have nothing to complain about almost every week. Maybe, this time, you’ll see the boy who’s dying to make you happy,” he cautiously said hoping you’d get the hint.

Originally posted by shimseulran

anonymous asked:

If Tony is willing to ignore Accord and go help Steve in Siberia since he realize he's wrong about the Accord, why does he leave all team cap in RAFT? Should he also go help to break them out? I mean half responsibility is because of him not willing to listen to Cap explanation before the airport flight began?

I would argue that Tony doesn’t realize he’s wrong about *the Accords* at all. Tony is shown to have approximately 3 major motivations in his support of the Accords, and the emphasis on which one is foregrounded shifts from act to act in the film, but they are all still operant throughout the entirety.

1) Tony sincerely believes that the Avengers need to accept some oversight, though it sounds like he also thinks that the Accords can be tweaked and amended to make the process tenable, as is common in UN documents. Tony’s major character arc has always been about accountability and it’s clear that they wanted to remind us of that with the callback to IM1 and the fact that Tony is canonically willing to lose a great deal in order to take responsibility for his mistakes and the costs they incur to others. “If we can’t accept limitations, we’re no better than the bad guys” is not lip service. The Avengers have been operating above the law, and he’s recognizing that that’s a problem. 

Tony realizes that Bucky isn’t guilty of the UN bombing in Vienna and that Ross, who for whatever reason, despite being the US Secretary of Defense and not a UN official, seems to be riding herd on him/them, doesn’t care and is trigger happy, willing to kill not only Bucky but also Steve, and he doesn’t want that, which was made clear in the scene before he and Nat get reinforcements (sigh why Spider-Man, Marvel, no really). I’d argue that a good deal of Tony’s willingness to break the rules so quickly when he goes after Steve and Bucky is the direct result of Ross’s bad faith and disregard for actual facts in his trigger-happy pursuit. And Tony likely knows enough about Ross’s history with the Supersoldier research to know that Ross likely has multiple agendas in play.

He also didn’t know that arrest meant the Raft, as he tells Clint, (which is part of the fun of everyone acting like Tony orchestrated the arrest or built the raft, but lol what is logic in the face of character-bashing) and doesn’t like that, but we also have lots of implicit visual evidence that Ross *had* threatened him before the chat with the Avengers about the Accords with the other, less ‘reasonable’ options that were on the table, which is very clear when you watch his body language and the meaningful looks Ross gives Tony during that presentation. This is probably a good deal of what Natasha is responding to when she talks about ‘reading the terrain;’ not just the international politics, but the tensions and unspoken communication flying all over that the room. 

2) Guilt and remorse over both his own failures in particular and the costs of the team’s work in general because of Charlie Spenser’s mom and residual guilt, grief, and survivor guilt from his earlier movies, particularly IM 1 “I shouldn’t even be alive unless it was for a reason.” Whereas Steve avoids contact with the people asking for accountability and dismisses the televised criticism, turning it off, Tony is the person people confront, and he’s the only person who is confronted with visceral grief from people who’ve lived with the collateral damage. 

On a side note, I still can’t believe that I have read with my own two eyes meta explaining how Tony’s refusal to accept civilian casualties as a result of Avengers missions as just one of those things we have to expect as both pathological and as evidence that he will never ‘really’ be an Avenger and shouldn’t be because what you really need to be on that team is a tough skin regarding the deaths of the people you’re trying to protect, which is framed as a military mindset, because now apparently acceptable superheroes need to be military. I mean, they’re not supposed to have a hierarchy unless it ends at godking Steve, behind whose infallible morality everyone must fall in line or be thrown out because that’s apparently how teamwork works now, but hey. I don’t know about you, but complacency in the face of civilian casualties is not particularly an attribute I want to see in my superpowered mercenary force.  

3) Fear-This becomes more and more prominent as the film progresses-fear that the team will be disbanded or worse-we still don’t know what Ross had on the table that was worse than just disbanding the team, but he said this was the middle ground. Tony says repeatedly that there’s worse, though he never says what. So he’s clearly worried about the team falling apart, then afraid for Steve’s life when Ross makes it clear he’s willing to kill him if necessary. 

I’d argue that he’s also afraid of the greater consequences of disbanding the team. I know we all like to pretend that AoU was a really distasteful fever dream, but again, endgame is the return of the Chitauri and/or Thanos (he doesn’t know about Thanos obvs, but it’s clear he fears a return invasion), and the Avengers are the only defense, and he is literally the only member of the team who seems to gaf about it, but at least there *is* a team. Without the Avengers, even that flimsy defense is toast. Tony Stark’s canonical deepest worst fear is that when the invasion comes, his team will die because he didn’t do enough to prepare or to defend them, and he’s watching the team disintegrate and be threatened with death. That’s a fear with layers–for individuals, the team, the world. The Accords offer potential for the team to survive in the face of the world reasonably saying ‘hold up; this unprecedented and unsupervised military force is intolerable.’

So now that the shaky premise that Tony believes the Accords are wrong is out of the way, let’s talk about your other claims:

A) It’s half Tony’s fault TeamCap ends up in the Raft because Tony doesn’t listen to Steve showing up and, after not listening or compromising at all, he says one sentence (paraphrasing bc I don’t have it memorized) Not gonna go back even though you just said you are trying to take us in before the people with shoot to kill orders do in 12 hours, because there are 5 more Winter Soldiers and we have to get to them before Zemo. I’d argue that not listening went both ways in that scene, but hey, okay, I’ll play. Should Tony have stopped and said hold up, what, please explain why you appear to be fleeing the country with a known fugitive after killing and injuring a ton of people when we were at the last opportunities to salvage anything of the very concept of the Avengers? Okay, sure. Could Steve have tried harder? Could any other member of TeamCap have tried to explain? Yuuuup. Did they? Nope. 

This is after Sam and Steve flat out gave up on Tony helping or compromising because of his cardinal sin of disagreeing with Steve AND YET constantly trying to help and mitigate the effects of their choices the entire film while they sulk that their actions have consequences they were warned of before they tried them. So if you want to call it half Tony’s fault, I’m guessing you mean the other half is Cap. What about the agency of the people who made the choice to break the law? I mean, really? There are more than two people there?So half? No. I’m pretty sure they had agency, made choices, knew there were consequences, aaaaaand he spent the whole movie warning them that they no longer lived in a world without rules or accountability, and oh HEEEEEEY check out consequences. Adult rules suck. 

So for Part B) shouldn’t Tony have helped break the team out of the Raft?

What makes this different and their trip to the Raft different than the decision-making for Tony to sneak after Steve is fairly clear-Ross broke faith, broke the law, and Tony then, in response, snuck around the Accords to try to help Steve and Bucky with their mission, and to go after the real villain bc Ross is demonstrably uninterested. The Avengers end up in the Raft, and it’s not like Tony doesn’t seem unhappy about that, because they made a choice to break a law they knew existed and did it anyhow and the result was a HUGE amount of mayhem and destruction and the only reason there weren’t civilian casualties is because Tony had the airport evacuated first. If we think about Tony’s motivations, the difference between when he’s willing to break the law and when he’s not is pretty obvious. The first example has to do with Ross, not the UN, subverting proper law because he’s a bully and blowhard, and maybe bc he has other agendas. But the reason the Avengers are in the raft is because they broke the law, and knew it, and the Accords are about demonstrating that no one, even, or ESPECIALLY those with this unprecedented power, is above the law. Breaking them out like this … demonstrates the opposite, and that’s part of why I’m so unhappy with Steve’s characterization in this film. 

Add to that a few issues: Is Tony even allowed back there again? Last time he went, he messed with the audio and Ross knows it. Tony even knew they’d figure that out. Not only that, when Steve does get them out, because again, the Avengers in his book are above the law–what a turnaround from CA:TFA where Steve breaks regulations to run out and rescue Bucky and the others, but turns himself in after because he realizes that he may have had to do what he did but that he wasn’t above the law and that actions have consequences even when your intent is good. Steve now? Not so much. 

Whoops, digression. 

But what does/would it say to the world when he does believe in limitations, should he break the Avengers out? It again confirms the public’s sense that the Avengers don’t feel accountable to the rest of the world. DESPITE THAT, Tony’s willing to stymie Ross at the end, and you can bet he’s being called a) because Ross suspects his involvement and b) because Ross wants his help getting them back. Tony’s decision to put Ross on hold is played for laughs, but it demonstrates loyalties the team frankly, doesn’t reciprocate, and Tony’s totally been left holding the bag-in terms of answering for the Avengers, in terms of being suspected as complicit in their escape, in terms of being the Avengers with Vision if they decide to do so, and worst of all, in the face of the coming invasion he expects. And he still does it. So no, he doesn’t break them out. He’s not an anarchic child, and he actually believes what he argues, AND it also makes the most political and pragmatic sense. His behavior makes perfect sense in that context. 

I also find it faaaaaaaaaascinating that Tony is expected to demonstrate loyalty towards team members who never once show it towards him here, but somehow even though he is explicitly motivated by that loyalty at many points in this film, even if he is not at all blameless (I’m not a fan of his failure to tell Wanda that she was on house arrest or WHY, or that he doesn’t lay out to the team whatever Ross told him), somehow, it’s all on him. Let’s not pretend that there isn’t a clear double standard at play here. 

LOOONG ANSWER, but I hope that makes sense. 

Requested imagine •1 Monty

Okay can I request a Monty X fem!reader imagine please? I have a bunch of ideas but this is just a simple one. Maybe Monty is in a fight with someone and the reader tries to break it up because she sees another person going after Monty, and it becomes 2 against 1. And she’s kind of similar to Monty in the fighting aspect, but she gets hurt (either Monty accidentally hurts her or one of the boys hurts her) and you can just take it from there.

You were wandering through the hallways towards the cafeteria when You heard lots of shouting, feeling intrigued You sped up being greeted by a massive group of people, pushing through the crowd your heart sank and then quickly your blood started to boil with anger, Monty fighting as per fucking usual, You rolled your eyes and looked around to see if any teachers were going to stop the fight as you saw another boy storming up behind Monty ready to attack, without thinking you dropped your bag and ran toward the boy pushing him to the ground.

The boy groaned like a baby and got up and ran away, you turned around and seen Monty staring at you “damn, girl where you been all my life” you could practically see the hearts in his eyes like the emoji as he held out his hand to help you up but as he did the boy he was fighting ran up and punched you hard in the face, meaning to punch Monty. You fell back to the ground. “What the fuck!” You heard Monty scream as he laid more blows on the boy.

Finally the fight stopped and the two boys were exhausted, Monty spun around and lifted you up and sprinted through the crowd with you in his arms and ran to the locker room. He placed you down, his hands shaking “Y/N I I’m so sorry I flinched forgetting you were behind me for a second this is all my fault I’m sorry” he was crying by now still shaking like a leaf. You just laughed and looked at him “you need to calm the fuck down monty, you cannot keep doing this” you said sternly but trying to comfort him as he was still terrified “why did you jump in?” He asked you “I don’t know, my mind went blank when I saw that guy going for you” you stated “Y/N as thankful as I am please never do something like that again, I can’t bare to see you get hurt” he whispered looking at the ground “does little monty no feelings actually care about another person?” You asked half shocked half joking he didn’t even give you a second to finish your sentence before he grabbed your face and was kissing you, you kissed back immediately feeling him slip his hands on your waist “I care about you a hell of a lot girl, be my little partner in crime?” He asked with a wink, you gave a light nod sinking your face into his chest.

Monty grabbed your hand and walked you out the locker room as you entered the hallways as a couple, sporting matching black eyes, Monty snaked his arm around your waist protecting you. You both knew from then you were safe with each other, him from his outbursts and you from yours.


Omg this was so lame I’m sorry if it’s rubbish! 😳

James Potter Imagine 3 Part 2

PART 1

Request: Wait can there be a pt 2?? [To James Potter Imagine 3] But it’s when Sirius and the reader run away from their family????

@firefurr​ of course!! this is gonna be so cute I’m so exited!! thanks for requesting!!

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You looked through the tears in your eyes at the two burned spots on your family tree. Under what used to be two smiling faces was a scorched and barely readable ‘Y/n Black’ and ‘Sirius Black.’

Your twin brother was currently attempting to win a fight with your mother, the worst one yet, but it all sounded distant. 

“Don’t you ever come back!! You are no children of mine, you blood traitors!”

You heard your mother’s shrill voice filled with so much anger shout.

You remained still, shocked and terrified beyond anything you had ever experienced before. Your body wouldn’t move if you wanted it to. 

You were pulled out of your daze when you felt some one frantically shaking your arm. You turned to Sirius, the world suddenly feeling and chaotic as it had before.

“Y/n, we’re leaving, come on!”

“M-my stuff..”

“We’re not getting anything! Come on!!”

He pulled you out of the door as your mother continued yelling at you and your brother and throwing things. You already had a cut on your forehead, but it was nothing compared to what a broken mirror had done to Sirius’s arm. The pain felt numb, after all, compared to the true fiery hurt of what your mother had said.

Sirius dragged you out the door, slamming it behind him. 

You began sobbing heavily once your mind refocused on the gravity of the situation. You were officially being disowned. You ripped your arm out of Sirius’s grip and began running towards the front door, Sirius wrapping his arms around you from behind to stop you.

“Mom!” you cried, “Dad!” you began sobbing harder, “Regulus….”

“Y/n….” Sirius was trying hard not to break down, “we have to go, okay?”

You let your body slowly fall to the ground until you were sitting in front of the steps to 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius’s arms around you.

The rest of the night was a blur, you were both 16 and unable to apparate, so Sirius, with no money or anything else, was able to charm, sob-story, and puppy-dog-eye a way for both of you to get to the Potter’s household. 

Sirius knocked on the door, his eyes heavy and his other hand holding yours. You had run out of tears to cry. Your eyes were red and puffy and you felt empty inside, and like the world was about to fall apart, or just stop existing. 

Mrs. Potter answered the door at precisely 3:48 a.m. with tired eyes and a confused furrow of the brow.

“Y/n? Sirius? What on earth?”

“Hi Mrs. Potter,” your voice cracked and you sounded tired and broken, “m-my- our mother. Mother- she- she,” you began crying once again and Sirius had silent tears streaming down his face.

“Shh, shh,” Mrs. Potter ushered you both in, putting her arms around the two of you, “Don’t say a word more, come in and sit down.”

Sirius pulled his hand away from yours and sat across from you, the small coffee table in between the two of you. You looked up and saw your little brother again. The same Sirius you had seen a million times after Mother yelled at him or hurt him or abused him. You were always there to hold your brother and tell him it would be okay. But now… you were just a broken as he was, and you both knew nothing was okay.

You heard the muffled talking of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Both sounding sympathetic and heartbroken, trying to figure out what happened. 

“Take Sirius up to James’s room,” you heard Mrs. Potter whisper to her husband, “I’ll get y/n set up in the guest room.”

“Mom? Dad?” You heard James’s voice call from up the stairwell and your heart skipped a beat. 

He stepped down the stairs wearing nothing but sweatpants and a confused expression. 

“Oh, James-” Mrs. Potter began.

“-Y/n?” James questioned, seeing you first as you stood up. He rushed over to you and engulfed you in a hug, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and relaxed a little in his arms. After a moment he pulled away and and went to go hug Sirius. 

“What-”

“Not now,” Sirius said pleadingly.

James nodded, like he understood. 

“Bloody hell, your arm!” Sirius held up his forearm to reveal a deep, jagged cut you had forgotten about. 

“Oh, my!” Mrs. Potter gasped, rushing over to him to inspect the wound. 

“W-we have to go to St. Mungo’s!”

“Now, Euphemia-” 

Before Mr. Potter finished his sentence Mrs. Potter caught an unconscious Sirius in her arms.

You felt frozen in place one again, like the world had stopped. You watched as your other half and picked up by Mr. Potter.

Mrs. Potter went over to James and whispered in his ear as though you couldn’t hear, “Watch out for y/n, okay? We’ll be back soon enough, we have to get Sirius to St. Mungo’s as soon as possible.”

They were gone in a flash and you sat down. This can’t be real.

“Y/n,” James began, concerned, “What happened to your forehead?”

“Mother, s-she,” you began crying and James pulled you into a hug.

“No, no, shhh, you’ll be okay, come on.”

He led you to the bathroom and sat you up on the counter, wetting a washcloth and dabbing it onto the wound. He stood in between your legs, focused on putting the numerous band-aids on your forehead as you looked at the wall.

After he patched you up he pulled you down from the counter and led you up to his room.

“Sleep,” he said, and pulled back the covers for you.

You stayed with your eyes opened, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what had happened today.

“Are you okay,” James whispered.

You sat up and shook your head, “No-no,” your voice cracked and you began crying all over again, “she told us to never come back, James, never.”

He pulled you close to him, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back. 

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” 

“A-and she burned us off the family tree.”

He let you yell and rant about all the things your Mother did and said and let you cry and talk and worry until you fell asleep in his arms.

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The next day you didn’t wake up until about 1:00 p.m., James was already awake, and apparently had been for hours, and was playing with you hair, an arm still wrapped lovely around your waist. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up with your arms and looked over at James. He smiled and kissed your nose, bringing you butterflies in your stomach and one moment of pure joy after last nights events. 

Mrs. Potter was still at St. Mungo’s with Sirius, who was apparently getting very flirty with the nurse, and Mr. Potter had come home that morning at about 6:00 a.m. and was pleased to see you sleeping soundly next to his lovesick son.

You and James ate ‘breakfast’ in bed and whispered quietly to each other, trying to forget about life for a while. You knew that you might never really heal, and making out with James Potter in his room after eating 20 chocolate frogs might not make all the pain go away, but it was sure worth a shot.

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holy shit so i rlly like the way this turned out thank u so much for requesting this it was so fun to write!! AH

Mark's Brother

Request: May I request a nct scenario where Taeyong is Mark older brother and gets overprotective/jealous as Mark starts to date the reader. Luv your blog❤️

Genre: Fluff
Words: 1223

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You were sitting next to Mark in maths class waiting for the bell to ring. You had started dating Mark about a month ago and today he said there was something he wanted to do with you.

The bell rang and you were about to get up when the teacher shouted to stop moving.

“Don’t leave before I can set homework!” Ahh you finally thought she had forgotten for once. But no luck when did teachers ever forget about homework.

You and Mark looked at each other and groaned. The teacher stood by the door handing out homework shueets as everyone left.

You reluctantly took one from her as you left. As you walked out of the school you turned to Mark.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” You asked him grabbing a snack bar you had been saving for now out of your bag. Taking a bite as he began to talk.

“Well we have been dating for almost a month and it’s going pretty well right?” He half said half asked. You nodded.

“I think we go together better than well personally.” You replied nonchalantly, still snacking on your snack bar.

“Yeah better than well. Well you seem um well…” he seemed pretty nervous. That was a lot of ums and wells for one sentence.

You nodded at him to carry on, you would have said so but the snack bar gave you an excuse not to talk and make things any more awkward.

“My brother Taeyong wants to meet you,” he finally said. You looked up a bit surprised.

“Why is that such a big deal?” You asked taking his hand. “Lets go meet him now, at your house I assume,” you said leading him off. You were a bit nervous about meeting Mark’s brother but you reckoned if he was related to Mark then he must be nice.

Mark refused to move. He sighed and swallowed.

“This may seem weird but he is a bit protective over me. Like a lot protective over me. He wants to meet you and he is kind of intense sometimes and I’m just worried he might freak you out.” Mark said to you.

You laughed it off. “I’m sure it will be fine,” you insisted, but you weren’t so sure now. Meeting new people wasn’t always your forte and you weren’t sure if you were quite prepared for whatever interrogations you might be about to get from his brother Taeyong.

You arrived at their house a few minutes later, it was only a short walk from your school. You had been here once or twice before with Mark but his brother had usually been at work.

Mark pulled out his key and opened the door. You walked in and at first you thought no one was home. Mark guided you into the kitchen and poured you some water. You thanked him as you took it.

“Hey,” a voice said from the door frame. You jumped around startled. Who you thought must be Mark’s brother stood at the door. He looked nothing like Mark so you were not a hundred percent sure. You stood awkwardly not knowing what to say.

Mark scratched the back of his head.

“Hey bro, um Taeyong this is my girlfriend y/n, y/n this is Taeyong.” You gave him a little wave.

Taeyong didn’t smile though.

“I ordered pizza for us,” he said walking into the kitchen.

You loved pizza but Taeyong was scary, instinctively you moved closer to Mark. This caused Taeyong to narrow his eyes, so you moved further away from him.

Mark rolled his eyes.

“Hey Taeyong!” He shouted clicking his fingers in front of his face.

“Stop doing that, it’s really mean and creepy. Don’t freak out my girlfriend, I really like her.” Mark said defending you.

“That’s my main issue here.” Taeyong replied taking Mark’s water from his hand and sipping it.

“Taeyong stop!” He protested again, “you are talking like this is some crime drama, your embarrassing.”

The doorbell rang and Taeyong shrugged leaving to get a pizza.

Mark whispered to you, “I wouldn’t have let you come if I knew he would be this bad. When you have gone home I will throw him out the window.”

Taeyong returned carrying two pizzas. He places them on the table and motioned for you both to sit down.

“I have some questions,” Taeyong said eating a bit off pizza. You nodded still smiling at him but the apprehension you felt was obvious.

“How old are you? Why do you like Mark? What’s your favourite food? Can you fight bears?” He asked.

You went through all his questions and answered them.

“I’m 17, four months younger than Mark, he is really nice to me and funny, my favourite food is ramen and of course I can’t fight a bear. It’s a bear.” You replied.

“Mark how can you date a girl who can’t fight bears?” Taeyong asked with mock outrage. Mark gave him the ‘are you crazy?’ look.

“Why would I need to fight a bear? That’s a stupid requirement,” You told him. Taeyong smiled for the first time. You knew he probably wouldn’t like you for questioning him but you were fed up with how dumb this all was.

“You don’t, need to fight a bear. I was seeing what I could say until you questioned me. I only have one little brother and he hasn’t had a girlfriend before so I wanted to have fun. Also I wanted to see what kind of person you are to make sure you will be good for my little brother.” He explained.

“You didn’t have a go at me too quickly which shows good temperament and that you have respect but you also stopped me when I was being ridiculous which shows you are not afraid to stand up for yourself. I like you y/n.”

You smiled a bit. Taeyong still sort of scared you.

“But seriously,” he said forcing Mark to hug him. “If you make my brother cry I will hunt you down.” Mark shoved him away and shook his head.

“There will be no hunting down and no crying, Taeyong stop please.” He asked moving back to sit next to you.

“Ah but Markie you are my only little brother I have to make sure you are okay. But with this girl I think you will. Also I trust you judgment.” Taeyong said.

He gave you the thumbs up and stood up to leave you both alone.

“Welcome to the family y/n, but I will still hunt you down. Just you wait my friend.”

When Taeyong left the room Mark released a breath and turned to you.

“Y/n I’m sorry about him. Ahhh he is such an embarrassment.” You giggled at Mark’s complaints.

“Taeyong is actually very interesting. But I like his little brother a lot better.” You said kissing his cheek.

“I’m very happy to hear that,” Mark said giving you a quick kiss on the lips before you both got up to throw the pizza boxes away.

“NO KISSING, YOU ARE TOO SMALL CHILDREN!” Taeyong shouted from what sounded like upstairs. How he knew you didn’t know. But Marks family certainly was interesting. His brother was just a bit overprotective that’s all.

Bus Rides- Chapter 1

The beginning of a little Phan AU where Dan and Phil meet on the school bus and fall in love

Genre- Fluff and maybe a bit of smut in the later chapters if you look hard enough ;)

Warnings- A bit of extreme flirting

Word Count- Chapter 1- 834

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