he's looking at the same place i am looking

Your mind will always be a mystery to me.” he said. “Sometimes you say words and you look far ahead like you’re thinking of something else. It’s like you’re existing in different places at the same time. And I love it. I love how mysterious you are. You know I am willing to figure you out forever.” he laughed a little and look at her adoringly. “There’s always something more about you that I want to know. And the more I dig in, the more I crave to find what’s underneath your skin. I want to find those precious diamonds within you. I want to know how beautiful your soul is.” he paused and smiled genuinely. “You caught me, in the best impossible way. And I don’t want to be free from you, again.
—  ma.c.a // Beautiful Mystery
Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 1

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,613

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: A few years after being accepted into your dream college, everything’s going well. Your grades are good, your social life is booming, all your assignments are easy…  Except for the damn essay that Professor Winchester assigned you. Based off this request.

Chapter Warnings : Language, alcohol usage, mentions of sex, mentions of student/teacher relationships

‘Similar to the effects of the mythical creature the basilisk, Medusa…”

You groan out as you sit at your kitchen table, your fingertips typing away at your laptop in an attempt to start the introduction paragraph of your research essay that’s due tonight. You tend to be a procrastinator, which never works well, and more often than not leaves you immensely stressed out.

You shake your head, deleting the first sentence all together before taking a long sip of coffee. Only three hours to get the essay done. Three hours until the deadline. Damn Professor Winchester for giving you such a challenging topic.

Normally, you love his class. He’s easily one of the most laid back, chilled out professors you’ve had throughout your three years at the University of Kansas. His love for Greek Mythology is unlike anything you’ve seen before. His lectures are nothing short of interesting, as he somehow manages to make even the most minuscule of things seem like the most amazing thing in the world. The tests are hard, but as long as you pay attention and take notes in class, you’ve always been fine.

Unfortunately for you, the subject of your essay that Professor Winchester had assigned you is something that you’ve yet to go over in the class, leaving you completely clueless.

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 2

So here is part two of my mini Reggie fic! Depending on feedback to this part, I may be writing a third and maybe even fourth part to this. So PLEASE leave feedback in my ask or in the notes. 

Summary: (Y/N) tutoring Reggie in Chemistry, at the Mantle residence. Includes flirting, a couple of smutty references and innuendos lols etc. I won’t lie, I had to use a revision website because I don’t remember anything about chemistry lols. Plus, I’m British so I have zero understanding of American schooling. 

GIF not mine!

PART ONE HERE.

PART THREE HERE. 

Originally posted by cuckclayton

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A Princess’s Wedding Night

Member: Park Jimin

Classification: Smut

Originally posted by namgerine

I stood waiting in my new quarters. I had nothing to do by then except wait anxiously for my husband to join me. I knew what lied ahead of me that night, and I felt a light blush come across my features as I glanced at the bed.

I took the time to look around at the rich furnishings that surrounded me; anything I could do to calm my preoccupied mind. A large mahogany mirror stood opposite of me as I inspected the slip my handmaiden had placed on me as my attire for the night. It’s purpose was to allow my new husband to quickly undress me, my lady-in-waiting had informed me.

I was fidgeting with the button on my clothes when I heard a knock on the door. I stood there awkwardly for a good moment before I tentatively spoke out. I already knew who it was as there was only one person who had business with me that night.

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Time Waster Pt. 2 [ j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which he realizes that he has truly fucked up.

Part one: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/157974413026/time-waster-jj

Part three: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158033527367/time-waster-pt-3-jj

Part four: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158258806451/time-waster-pt-4-jj

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(Y/N) walked all the way to Reggie Mantle’s house. She would’ve texted him to come pick her up but she had left her phone at Betty’s house.

Betty and Jughead. Jughead and Betty. How could she have not noticed it before? They were always spending time together. It would only make sense that they’d end up together.

She sighed to herself as she trekked to Reggie’s house, just wanting to sit and watch a movie with her closest friend.
~~~

(Y/N) hid her injured hand as she knocked on the Mantles’ door, knowing that Mrs. Mantle would be the one to open it.

“(Y/N), hi!” Mrs. Mantle exclaimed as she opened the door. “It’s so good to see you.”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Mrs. Mantle I came over two days ago.”

“Yes but it’s always a pleasure to see you. Go on up to Reggie’s room. He’s out with friends right now but he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

(Y/N) did as she was told and headed upstairs to Reggie’s room. She proceeded to lie on his bed and finally let the tears slip out of her eyes as her heart broke in two.
~~~

Reggie Mantle stepped into his house only ten minutes after his best friend had, and was immediately stopped by his mom.

“Oh honey! Go on upstairs. (Y/N) is waiting for you.”

Reggie stopped, completely and utterly confused. (Y/N) was supposed to be spending the day with Betty Cooper.

“Uh, ok mom I’ll go right up,” he replied.

“Great! I’ll bring you guys some snacks in a bit.”
~~~

Walking into his room, Reggie’s eyes immediately fell on the large lump that was curled up on his bed.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” He asked. The girl in question turned to him and he instantly noticed her tear stained face and bloodied hand. Grabbing it gently, he led her into the bathroom.

The two friends were enveloped in silence as Reggie cleaned up her hand, only breaking it when he finished bandaging the cut.

“(Y/N), what happened to you? You’re supposed to be with Betty Cooper.” He said.

The (H/C) looked up at Reggie, pain and heartbreak reflected in her eyes. “Jughead. I thought he liked me. At least, that’s what Betty had said. He doesn’t. He kissed Betty.”

Reggie’s hands curled up into fists. He didnt like the beanie-clad boy, but he knew that his best friend had liked him for some time, even if she hadn’t realized it sooner. “I am going to KILL Donnie Darko, ” he growled.

His angry pacing was stopped when he felt (Y/N)’s hand grab his own. “Reg, can I just…spend the night?”

Reggie’s eyes softened as they landed on the girl. “You know you’re always welcome to.”
~~~

(Y/N) called her parents, using Mrs. Mantle’s phone, to inform them they she wouldn’t be home that night, before rejoining Reggie in his room. Unbeknownst to her, Reggie had just sent out a mass text to all his football buddies, informing them that he had very important matters to attend to and that he wouldn’t be joining them for guys night out.

After eating a quick snack, the two best friends laid down on Reggie’s bed, watching a movie. As the evening dragged on, they found themselves drifting off to sleep, each curled up next to their favorite person as the movie droned on, much like they did when they were kids.
~~~

At the Cooper’s residence, Jughead Jones was sitting with his head in his hands and tears in his eyes.

Betty Cooper had her phone pressed to her ear, desperately calling Archie, Veronica, Kevin, ANYONE who could know where (Y/N) had run off too.

“Where could she be?” Betty asked, highly concerned for her friend. The guilt was eating at her, she knew that the kiss was wrong, but it had been a spur of the moment thing.

“I fucked up,” Jughead said. “I really fucked up. I’m sorry Betty.”

“I know Jug-” Betty was cut off by her phone going off.

‘Archibald’ was displayed on the screen. Despite the situation, Jughead couldn’t stop himself from letting out a snort at the name.

Betty put Archie on speakerphone as she answered. “Hey Archie, listen we’re really busy right now-”

“I know where (Y/N) is,” Archie cut in. “Reggie just sent the team a text saying that he can’t hang out tonight because something important came up. The only thing important enough to make him miss guys night is (Y/N).”

“Thanks Archie!” Betty exclaimed. “You’re a life saver.”

“Hey, guys, listen, ” Archie continued. “Leave her alone for a few days, yeah?“

Jughead cried out in exasperation. “No. I have to apologize to her.”

“Listen Jug. You too Betty, ” Archie continued. “She’s with Reggie. That means she’s probably told him what happened. They don’t keep secrets from each other. Veronica is already mad enough about what happened and she’s only her friend. Now imagine how Reggie, who is her best friend, is going to feel about you guys breaking her heart. Sure, he won’t hit a girl, but he won’t be afraid to confront Jughead.

“Just leave her alone.”
~~~

And so Jones and Cooper took Archie’s advice. At least, Cooper did. Jughead waited at Pop’s everyday, knowing that sooner or later, the need for a burger would drive (Y/N) there.

It was a few days later when (Y/N) walked into Pop’s with Reggie. Reggie had stayed with her the past few days and after wallowing in self-pity, she decided it was time to get over it, so they decided to go out to eat.

Jughead had been sitting in Pop’s with (Y/N)’s phone and as soon as he noticed that Reggie left the booth to go and order for the both of them, he approached (Y/N).

(Y/N), not looking up, noticed someone walk up to her. “Wow Reggie, that was quick,” she teased. “It usually takes you forever to bring the food.”

Looking up, the girl’s grin faltered as she saw that it was Jughead.

“I uh- you left this. At Betty’s house,” Jughead stammered, gently placing (Y/N)’s cell phone on the table. Looking at her, he noticed a small smile on her face.

“Thanks Jones,” the girl replied. “So listen, about you and Betty…”

Jughead felt his heart beat faster as she brought up Betty. He had to apologize to her.

“(Y/N) I-”

“Jughead I-”

They spoke at the same time before Jughead motioned for her to go first.

“Listen, I overreacted,” the girl said. “I should be happy for you two, and I am. So let’s not make this any more awkward than it needs to be and just…go on with our lives.”

Jughead’s mouth felt dry. This is not what he had expected her to say.

“No wait,” Jughead began. “(Y/N) the thing is, that kiss it meant-”

“What’s Donnie Darko doing here?” Reggie sneered as he approached the booth.

“Reggie,” (Y/N) said. “Calm down. He came to give me my cell phone. I left it at Betty’s a few days ago.”

“Alright Suicide Squad. You gave it back. Now leave,” Reggie commanded, pulling himself up to his full height to intimidate Jughead. “My girl and I are trying to enjoy our food.”

Jughead froze at Reggie’s words. ‘My girl and I.’ He looked at (Y/N). Maybe it was just some sick joke she was playing on him, making it seem as though her and Reggie were together.

She smiled at Reggie’s words. She hadn’t heard Reggie call her that in a long time. It was always their thing, to call each other “my girl” or “my guy”.

To Jughead however, (Y/N)’s reaction made it seem as though it wasn’t a joke. Jughead felt sick to his stomach as he thought about Reggie and (Y/N) being a couple and muttered some excuse about having to leave.

(Y/N), noticing his sudden change in behavior, grew concerned. “Jug, are you okay?”

Jughead nodded weakly as he walked away. This time he was the brokenhearted one.

And so Jughead Jones III left Pop’s thinking he had lost the girl of his dreams, not knowing that Reggie calling (Y/N) “my girl” was just a completely platonic thing.

~~~

Wow y'all. So part two of Time Waster. Yassss. I wasn’t planning on doing a part two but people seemed to want it so…ta-da.

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Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

Originally posted by k2sodone


This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 4

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 4

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan discovers something about you which pushes him to ask you again to become his wife.

Warnings: SFW, swearing, Negan’s filthy mouth

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Surprise, surprise. No smut lol. Thought I needed to work a story into this since I decided to make it into a fic series. But just you wait guys, you’re all in for lotsa smut in the next part. *wink wink*

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It was a peaceful morning when you woke up the next day, despite your father being out on a hunt with the rest. The Saviors didn’t seem to have any plans of leaving until Rick comes back with the shit Negan asked him to get. To be honest, you wanted them to go already. You wanted Negan to leave. When you got up from bed, you expected to see Negan’s men wandering around the community. However, when you looked out from your bedroom window, everything was peachy and not a Savior was in sight. You smirked, remembering that it was probably because you didn’t break your promise to reward Negan if he’d remind his Saviors to be at their best behavior.

When you went downstairs, Carl and Judith were already having breakfast in the dining area. You noticed the way Carl stared at you, ogling your every move as you went into the kitchen to prepare yourself some cereal.

“What’s your deal?” you asked annoyed, seeing that Carl was pretty much scrutinizing you.

“What’s your deal?” he repeated. “With Negan.” He emphasized.

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Considering

Jim Kirk x Reader: Fluff.

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government ‘s Winter Blues Challenge. I was given the prompt:  “Dr. McCoy told me he’d had a patient with some weird symptoms in today… I didn’t tell him I happened to have the same thing. What the hell did you give me?!”

The walk to Kirk’s living quarter was usually a brisk short journey from your lab, but each step felt like you were on a rocky boat. Your stomach was turning, mouth was dried and something else was happening to your body, but it was far too embarrassing to even admit to yourself. Still, there was only one person to blame.

James Tiberius Kirk.

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In a Very Dark Coffee

A/N: Here it is, Natural Sugars Part 2! Some of you wanted, I wrote because I love kid au’s. I hope you like it! 

Summary: I didn’t know that she is your daughter, I’m so sorry. I thought she lost and I invited her to my house. Then I realized your number hanging on her bag, and I called you right away. But would you like to stay and drink a cup of coffee? Because you’re fucking hot.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing 

Word Count: 2,266 (I just went with it, lol)

For Part 1: Natural Sugar

Originally posted by constantas


“Miss Y/N!” You heard a girly voice behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Natasha was running to you. You let your lips to get a form of a big smile for her.

“Hey, Natka,” you responded. She wanted you to call her Natka, too, since this was the name that only her father calls her. You had felt special when she told you to call her Natka, too. “What can I do for you?”

Natasha sent you a big, warm smile. “I drew something for you, Miss.” She handed you a paper. You made a move to open it but she stopped you in the second. “No!” She exclaimed, shaking her head. “Not here, please,” She added quickly. You furrowed your brows but didn’t make any move.

“Okay,” You said. “I’ll open it at home, then.” Natasha nodded.

“Yes, please,” She said, her smile had turned into a shy one and you realized that her cheeks were rose pink. A small smile spread your face as you looked at the little girl. You giggled quietly. You and Natasha heard the class bell ring.

“Okay,” You said again. “Go to the class, now.” Natasha nodded and threw a big smile at you. She turned around and ran to the class before you can warn her about not running. You rolled your eyes but there was still a small smile on your lips. You looked at the paper in your hands, tried to decide about opening or not. She didn’t want you to open it in school, so you decided to wait. You put the paper in your purse as you were walking to your class to meet with the parents.

And then, you hit some hard wall, which there shouldn’t be any walls on your way to the class. You cursed silently as you looked up.

“Hey, doll.”

You heard his voice before your eyes had found his, that same devilish smirk was still on the place.

“You should be careful while you were walking. Because you are looking a little bit clumsy person.” He stated. You laughed at him. A little bit was a compliment for you, you were the worst.

“Yeah,” You said. “I really should.” You both didn’t say anything for a couple seconds. “What are you doing here?” You finally asked him. His smirk turned a small smile.

“I’ve been told that there will be a meeting with parents, so here I am.” He extended his arms to his sides and bowed. You giggled.

“I was actually going there,” You said to him, smiling. “Come on.” He nodded and reached for his hair to laid it back a little more. “It looks good, perfect even. You’ll find a single mom there, if that’s why you are nervous.” He laughed at your words. Only you knew the truth, he thought.

“Well, there is actually one, that I want to impress, but I don’t think that she’ll be interested in me.” He shrugged and you suddenly felt sorry about him.

“Oh,” You said with a sad face. “Just try to talk to her, tell her what you want to do with her and I’m sure you’ll handle the rest with your charm.” Your voice was soothing, eyes were sincere.

Bucky looked at you. You were clueless, and it only made you more beautiful and somehow innocent in his eyes. You were perfect, goddamn it, but you didn’t have any idea. Bucky was determined to show that to you.

“Will do,” He responded your words just before you both got into the class. You smiled at him and he winked at you as respond. The only thing he should do is, waiting for this meeting to end.


When the meeting finally –fucking finally– ended, Bucky made his way to you.  It was hell to wait; to watch you talking calmly and asking for students who has any talents to draw, or sing, or dance or whatsoever.

“Hey,” Bucky called you. “Can I speak with you for a second?” His icy blue eyes were warm and soft, capturing you from head to toe. You supressed a shiver as you were nodding.

“Sure,” You said. He hesitated before he moves, but he got rid of it quickly, getting out the class. “What’s up? Do you wanna ask something about Natka?” He smiled at the nickname. He knows his daughter well that she won’t let just someone to use that nickname on her, so he kinda got his approve from his little girl.

“Uhm…” He forgot what is he going to say for a second, his attention swapped to your beautifully furrowed brows and concern shining eyes.

“Spit it out, what is it?” She pressed. He blew out a breath from this suffocating lungs and filling them back again with your perfume.

“Shut up, you are making it harder,” he groaned. Then cursed himself for sounding so harsh.

“Yeah? What do you mean about I am making it harder?” You crossed your arms on your chest, one brow was raised on the air.

“Well, I’m having a hard to find the right words to say it because here you are, shining like as gorgeous as sun.” He paused, then smiled at you. It was a small, slightly shy smile that your ever saw him wearing. Your heart flattered in your rib cage. “You kinda hurting my eyes in a very very good, and it makes the word in my mind flew away. Convinced now, doll?” You blushed furiously.

“Christ,” you whispered to yourself. He was a hard person to stay mad, both apperance and presence.

What I was going to say is, uh, if you don’t have any plans tonight, would you like to have a dinner with me?”

Your jaw dropped open, as your brows shot up to your hair roots. You quickly fixed your face, couldn’t stop the blush creep on your cheeks way more redder than ever.

“I don’t remember having a plan tonight… I was thinking watching Netflix till I pass out.” You took a deep breath. “But a dinner sounds better than Netflix for the first time.”

He smiled so big that you can see few crinkles around his corners. And you realized that you are giving him a smile very similiar to his. “It’s good to hear!” he said with a enthuastic voice. His eyes were shining like a star and the crinkles around his eyes were multiplying.

“Yeah,” you said. He laughed and coughed.

“Can I take your number? You know, for texting you about where is your home and stuff.” You giggled as you giving him your number. “I’ll call you in next couple hours, is it okay with you?” You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m gonna head home anyways, I don’t have any class today.” He shook his head.

“Natty’s classess are finished, too. I can drop you to your house if you want?” You smiled slightly at his offer.

“No, thank you though. But I have my own car and I really don’t wanna leave it in school yard. The students are thinkin they are making jokes, when they are crushing cars.” You rolled your eyes, listening him chuckle quietly.

“Okay, then, see you tonight,” he said to you while he was walking back. You nod, and pointed someone behind him. Before he turned around Natasha jumped on him.

“Daddy!” Her sweet, hoarsy voice rang on your ears, making you smile. Bucky made a ‘oof’ sound when Natasha crashed him.

“Hey, kitty,” He scratched her head and messed her hair. You giggle a little loud this time and caused both of them to turn you with a big, almost same smile on their faces.

What a scene to see, you thought.


A dinner date with Bucky Barnes is not what you had imagined.  

You imagined something like, sweet but some charming smiles sending on your way and maybe a few compliments. Flash news hit you hard, it wasn’t.

It was full of flirtous looks and compliments, and gestures. Sometimes he would touch your hand, or put his hand on your waist –just like he did when you both walking towards to your table at the restaurant–, sometimes he would send you his infamous devilish smirk with dark sparkles in his eyes. It was overwhelming in a good way. And you had fun with him.

“I hope I didn’t cross any lines tonight,” he said to quietly, while you two were walking on the sidewalk. You shake your head as no. It was amazing.

“No, you didn’t. It was amazing.” He looked at you with shining now-grey eyes.

“Was it, really?”  He asked you, and you nod.

“Yes, it was. And I’d like to do it again. Like very much.” He smiled and dropped his arm on your shoulders in one swift move.

“Good to hear, because I was going to ask you out again.”

“I asked you this time, keep up, old man,” you mocked. He laughed as he dropped his head, shaking. There it is, those cute little crinkles again, you thought.

“I was thinking…” he muttered to himself, but you were in the range to hear it. You looked up to him, waiting.

He leaned into you and pecked your lips for once, to see your reaction. You froze, but you cracked up quickly. grabbing him by the neck and pulled him to yourself. Since the first time you saw him, you always wanted to kiss him like this and now, this was your chance.

He sighed into your mouth as he lets his hands travel all the way down to your back and finding theirselves a spot on your hips. He squeezed your hips a little and tilted his head to right, so he can deepen the kiss the way he wanted. You moaned into his mouth, grasping his hair as something to hold on to.

You were the one who breaks away from the kiss. Your lungs were screaming at you for a little breath, so you just gave them that and found his mouth again. He laughed into the kiss and pulled you even more closer to his running-hot body. You whined quietly, grabbing his bicep. You  pulled away, looked at him right in the eye and saw how dark his eyes were.

“Wanna come inside?” You asked. Usually you weren’t fan of those ‘one date and done let’s go to bed and I let you fuck me till the sun comes up’ type but if she got to be honest, Bucky did things to her. Changed her. In a good way, though.

“If that’s waht you really want,” he said, shrugging. You nodded instantly, a little too excited about what’s about to happen. He nodded, too, and took your hand into his, placing a kiss onto your temple. The two of you walked the last sidewalk together, your hands were discovering your bodies while you were walking.

When you reached to your door, your pulled out your key from your purse, causing Natasha’s drawing fall onto the ground.

“What’s that?” Bucky asked. You kneeled down and grabbed the paper. Natasha said that you can open it when you are at home. Well, you are kinda at home at the moment so you opened the paper.

“It’s Natka’s drawing,” you answered him just before you take a look on the drawing.

Your breath hitched, just like Bucky’s.

In the drawing, there was Bucky, Natasha and you, holding hands, walking on the beach on a very sunny day. There was also two dogs besides you. Natasha was laughing and Bucky and you were smiling warmly at her. His left arm was behind you, you noticed. You looked happy and so good with Bucky. You felt tears threatining you, so you pulled yourself together quickly.

“That’s…” Bucky started but couldn’t finish his sentence. When you looked up to him, you saw tears in his eyes. You turned around quickly and wiped away the tears. “She never…” Bucky’s breath hitched again. You understood at that moment that this drawing is more important for Bucky than for you.

“I’m sorry,” you found yourself apologising. Bucky looked at you, confused.

“Why are apologising…?” Then, he laughed lightly. “It’s not.. There is nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. It’s just…” Bucky paused for take a deep breath. “After her mother died, she stopped drawing. Only thing that she doodles some very amateur flowers. Last she draw a picture, like this one, her mother was at the hospital. It’s, I-I’m–“ You cut him off, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay. She’s okay. You’re okay.” You smiled at him. “Does this drawing has a meaning?” He laughed through the tears.

“Oh, yeah, sure it does.”

“What is it, then?” Your curiosity was getting ahead of you. He pulled you at himself by the waist and placed another kiss on your temple, and forehead this time.

“Don’t be surprise if she starts calling you ‘mama’ at school,” he said and laughed again in your hair. You stood still for a minute then chuckled silently.

“I think I got her blessing.” Bucky laughed, but louder this time.

“I think you did, yes,” he said.

Then your lips meet again, but filled with happiness and love this time.


After a month later, when your relationship with Bucky became a little more serious, Natasha called you ‘mama’ at the school’s hallway and you just smiled warmly at her. She was happy, Bucky was happy and you were happy. That’s all what you wanted from life.


For other works: Underwear Crisis - Natural Sugar

Strong love (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: I hope this is not too cheezy! You know some of you do not like too much romantic stuff! haha. Anyway, I had this imagine in my head for a week and I was almost going to explode. I had this scenario in front of my eyes. *sigh* Hopefully, you enjoy this and please, PLEASE give me some feedback!!! I really want to know what you think of it! Thx <3

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The best feeling to ever wake up is when you notice that you’re wrapped up in the arms of the person that you love more than words can express. Soft breaths on my neck caused me to wake up early in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes. Our bedroom was already illuminated by the sunlight. I instantly could tell that the weather had to be very warm and beautiful. I smiled. I loved beautiful weather. It made me happy.

I became happier when I turned around and was greeted by the handsome face of my boyfriend. The smile on my lips widened. I think I’ll never be able to describe my deep feelings for him. Because I love him more than words can explain.

He was still asleep, soft snores escaped his slightly opened lips. I laughed lightly. He looked like an angel when he slept. So beautiful, so innocent and so pure. My heart always punched harder against my chest when I caught him in a state like this. I observed his flawless features. My fingers traced over his perfect jaw line. He is so damn beautiful. How did I even manage to win his heart? I really had no idea.

My eyes went down to his exposed chest. Last night’s actions were still lingering in the air. I still felt his taste on my lips as he captured his lips with mine into a hungry a kiss. I still felt his weight on me even though he lied next to me. I still felt his hands on me, exploring every inch of my body. I remembered the love, lust and passion in his eyes as he made love to me.

He made me feel perfect. He made me feel loved. He made me feel saved. And I couldn’t thank him enough for that.

Normally, even though I would let him continue sleeping, I had the urge to wake him up now. So, I supported myself on my elbows and leant forward to him. I peppered his face with lightly and gentle kisses. First his forehead. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his chin and finally his soft and pouty lips. I loved the feeling of his lips against mine. The emotions that run through every cell in my body were indescribable every time he kissed me.

I knew he was awake as I felt his lips moving against mine. I slightly pulled back, looking at his mesmerizing green eyes. He smiled at me, tugging a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. His gesture was so affectionate, so loving, so caring. He put his warm hand on my cheek and I leaned against it.

“What a wonderful way to wake up.” He said. His husky and sleepy voice caused chills on my spine.

“Good morning, my love.” I whispered to him.

“Good morning.” He replied.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, letting my hands wander through his hair.

“Perfect…” He sighed, closing his eyes, enjoying my hands being buried in his soft curls. “Everything is perfect at the moment.”

It was. Harry’s solo career went quite well at the moment. 84 countries. He conquered 84 countries’ heart with his song. That was remarkable. He had a fantastic performance on the Graham Norton Show. I could see how proud he was on himself after he hit his last note. And that cute smile afterwards, it was everything. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be at the show one day prior to support and encourage him. But I watched it on TV. And hell, my tears streamed down my face like a waterfall.

I was so damn proud of my baby. Whatever he was planning in the future, I would always be there to support him. I would be there for him until I would take my last breath. I love him so much.

Suddenly, Harry pulled me against him, his arms engulfed me into a tight embrace. I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. My favorite place. Home. That’s what I’ve felt when I was with him. Home. He was my home.

“What are thinking about, darlin’?” Harry asked. His scent hit my nostrils and I breathed it in like my life was dependent on him. He smelt so heavenly.

“About you.” I admitted. At the same time I was lucky that he couldn’t see how red my cheeks were turning. “And how proud I am of you. How much I love you… “

“Is that so?” He questioned in with a playful voice. I looked up at him.

“Yes, Harry! God, it is insane how much I love you. Look at that, I can’t even keep my hands off of you. You’re addicting to me Harry!” He giggled. I was never embarrassed when I confessed my eternal and deep love to him. He knew how much he meant to me. I showed him every day by little gestures. And he did the same. He bought me a bouquet of roses, sometimes he would even buy lots of sweets and ice cream because he knew I was crazy about them.  

I never knew what true love meant until I met Harry. He showed me the wonderful side of unconditional love. I couldn’t thank god enough for sending such an angel like Harry into my live. He saved me. When I was about to give up hope or even give up my life, Harry was sent to rescue me. I had a reason to live again. Thank you so much, dear god…

“I love you to the moon and back, (Y/N). You’re my life. You’re my everything, my girl.”

I responded by singing a line from One Direction’s song “Loved you first”.

I never understood what love was really like…” I truly didn’t. Until I met him.

But I felt it for the first time, looking in your eyes…” He completed, then capturing his lips with mine again. Every time I felt his amazing lips on mine, it took my breath away. Every kiss he gave me felt like having my first kiss all over again.

“What are our plans for today?” Harry inquired, after pulling away.

I shrugged with my shoulders. “I have no idea. What do you want to do?”

“What about having breakfast outside and then walking through the city?”

“And being photographed by annoying paparazzi all the time?”

“You know we can’t hide forever. I just want to do normal things. I missed being “normal”.”

I kissed him. “Whatever you want, Harry. But before we stand up, can you do me a favor?”

He looked at me questioningly. “Can you sing your song for me again?” I loved “Sign of the Times”. I have to admit that my music taste was different than Harry’s but it was amazing.

“Of course love…” He said, caressing my cheek. Then Harry’s angelic voice filled the room, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the chills that run down my spine.

Just stop your crying, it’s the Sign of the Times

We gotta get away from here, we gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying it’ll be alright

It’s only that the end is near

We gotta get away from here…”

living together is messy.

all isak wants is to brush his teeth and crawl into bed, but the sink is full of strands of even’s fucking hair from when he spent thirty goddamn minuted styling it this morning.

“even.”

“yeah?”

“can you please come here?”

even appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame in a way that makes his shirt bunch up right above his left hip, and isak is trying very hard not be distracted -

“why the fuck were you shedding in the sink?”

even moves to look. the tiny bathroom suddenly seems a hell of a lot smaller.

“pain is the price of beauty,” even says, smirking, but his face falls a bit when he sees that isak isn’t giving in that easily.

even looks at him apologetically. “i’ll clean it up, yeah?”

“fine,” isak says before stalking out of the bathroom, because, let’s face it, he’s always been a bit dramatic.

he’s sulking in bed on his phone, trying to understand some meme about capitalism that jonas sent him when even flops into bed next to him, all long limbs and a toothy grin, making isak bounce on the mattress.

isak shoots him a look.

“come on, are you really that mad about the hair?” even says, and isak immediately narrows his eyes.

“yeah? i am? because, like, this is our place and it’s really important to me that we take care of it.”

even is looking at him so softly and fondly that it pisses isak off more than he thought was possible, and he opens his mouth to tell even to listen to what he’s saying, dammit, when even speaks first.

“i get it. i want to be perfect, too, but at the same time i kind of like that it’s lived in. we’re making it our own. leaving our mark.”

isak hadn’t thought of it like that. he grumbles a bit, saying something about how even’s actual dna being all over his toothbrush isn’t as much of a mark as, like, painting the walls a different color like a normal person.

but he still snuggles into even and breathes in his scent. his scent, which is so distinctly even, and is slowly permeating through the entire apartment.

leaving a mark.

all even wants is to cook a nice breakfast for his boyfriend, but of course isak didn’t do the dishes last night like he said he would, and they’re piled up on the counter with the forgotten food literally crusted on them.

“babe?” he asks, as calmly as he can. “i thought you were going to do the dishes last night?”

isak glances up from his textbook where he’s doing last minute cramming for class and makes a noise of slight disgust. “fuck, i’m sorry. i totally forgot.”

“it’s fine, we can just use other plates,” even says, opening the cabinet before realizing that literally every single plate they own is dirty, because they only have five in total. “or paper towels, i guess?”

when he turns to grab some, he’s met with a bare cardboard roll, and he tries, he swears, he tries to keep his tone completely neutral.

“you forgot those too.”

isak doesnt bother to look, finger tapping under a line of text as he mouths something to himself before answering. “yeah, i was totally going to, but i ran into eva and we ended up talking and going to kb instead of the store, so i didn’t get a chance.”

“isak, we need something to eat off of,” even breathes, and he knows his voice is a little too harsh when isak’s head snaps up in a way that tugs at his heart, so he tacks a “sorry” at the end.

“no, you’re right,” isak says, standing to wrap his arms around even and press his lips right beneath even’s ear. “i’ll do them now.”

even shakes his head. “you have to study.” he knows how important isak’s classes are to him.

“you can read the passage to me while i clean real quick,” isak suggests. “i like your voice when you read.”

they grin at each other for a second, the annoyance at isak’s carelessness fading to a dull murmur, and even sits down at the table and begins to recite something he doesn’t understand in time with the cyclical rhythm of the sponge on the plates.

isak hums occasionally in response to something even says. soon, he places two plates of scrambled eggs in front of the both of them and swings backwards into a chair.

the cleaning job is a little iffy; even resits the urge to scrape off a dark flake with his thumbnail, solely because isak is looking at him with a mouth full of food and the corners of his eyes scrunching up ever so slightly.

even kisses the tip of his nose just to see him blush and roll his eyes before he starts eating his breakfast.

isak’s trying - they both are - and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?

he thinks it is.

Misunderstandings || Daveed Diggs Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! So I know this is out of my football imagine line but it has to do with my other obsession aka Hamilton aka Daveed Diggs. I hope you like it!

Warning:Swearing, but if you have heard Clpping, you should be used to it.

Anyone that has seen or heard of the Hamilton musical dreams of being part of the cast members, at least you did. Thankfully, you were part of it. Part of an amazing cast who cared so much for each other and were absolutely perfect. You were part of the Ensemble, but with the privilege of being able to fill in for any of the girls because you knew all the songs by heart and knew the script as well. You loved your job, who wouldn’t? Maybe it got tiring, but you still had fun and didn’t let that show, ever, until you were home.

“You haven’t met her, you haven’t had the chance” you hear Leslie sing as he recorded with his phone for social media. “You have seen her in the show, the one who can play Hamilton by herself, Y/N” he drew out your name. You were fixing your hair so you look at him through the mirror.

“You are the worst, Burr” you say in a French accent and both of you laugh as you turn around.

“Hey” he greets, kissing your cheek after he stopped recording.

“Your coffee is over there” you nod your head at the couch and he grins.

“Reason why I love you.”

“Les, have you seen- Hey” Daveed greets making you grin. So maybe you had a crush on him and the others have said it was mutual. The way his breath got caught whenever he saw you was what made them all realize such thing, but you didn’t notice it at all. Yes you guys flirted a bit too seriously sometimes but it was teasingly, or so you believed.

“Hi” you say, and right there and then you hear Alexander’s voice, being Lin’s, saying the word in Take a Break.

“I was looking for you” he starts. Leslie, in the meantime is sipping on his coffee on the couch, looking between the two of you.

“What do you need?”

He looks at Leslie briefly and then his hues turn to you. “I was wondering if-”

“Y/N, we need a big favor” Lin says as he bursts into the room making your eyes widen slightly, snapping away from the Daveed daydreaming you were in.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Jas has a sore throat and won’t be able to join us. Do you think you can fill in for her?”

“Of course. I just need to get the dresses, I’ll rush now.”

“Thank you, I owe you.” Lin blows you a kiss with both hands before he leaves. You turn to the guys, Leslie is grinning up at you while Daveed…doesn’t look very happy.

“You were saying?” You ask him.

“Nothing. It can wait. I’ll see you later.” And with that he walks away making you raise an eye brow.

“What was that?”

“It’s called ‘I wish I were Alexander in 'Say No To This’ if you get to be Maria. Also known as, a hint of envy with jealousy” Leslie answers and you face him.

“No way. Stop saying that. He probably forgot or regretted whatever he was going to say…” You frown but you still wonder what Diggs wanted to say deep down.

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it” he sings as he starts walking out of your room.

“I guess I’ll never be freed from references to the songs, huh?” You ask before you head out as well to get the wardrobe necessary for Peggy and Maria.



To say you were nervous was an understatement. You have played small dialogues like the girls in The Election of 1800, but to sing a whole song was a big honor and a big responsibility. But then, if Lin didn’t trust you could do it, he wouldn’t have asked you to get the part for today.

You fixed your dress for Peggy and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. Everyone was rushing, as usual, and Groff was joking with Lin, still not in his costume, as usual.

“Y/N” you hear Daveed’s voice say behind you and your heart skips a beat. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you turn to face him. “You okay?” He looked absolutely stunning with his hair pulled back in his bun and the soldier uniform…

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“You look nervous” he says with a smirk.

“I feel like I won’t be able to pull Peggy, right. I know everything but what if-”

“Hey. Lin trusts you, you will do fine. I believe in you. Just relax” he says, his thumb stroking your jawline and you feel the warmth radiating from it, you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. You were a hundred percent sure you were blushing.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you smile at him and he smiles back. Your gaze moves to look at his lips for a moment before looking back into his eyes, noticing he was doing the same gesture.

“Places!” A staff member shouts and breaks the moment between the two of you.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah” he agrees, his hand dropping before he walks away.

“Helpless” Pippa and Renee draw out before they lock their arms around yours to lead you to your place.

“I am not…” You groan and they laugh.



The first act went great, you acted as innocent as you could master, as well as a bit childish, when The Schuyler Sisters song came up. Then you have the moment during the wedding where you walked down with Daveed which made your heart beat quite fast the entire moment.

“Still nervous I see” he says as you two walk down and you tighten your grip around his arm as a sign for him to shut up, making him smile.

Then the boys did their little dance in Story of Tonight Reprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at their failed attempts. Oak tried and at least succeeded somewhat. Anthony did his pelvic trust and laughed as always. Meanwhile Diggs…Was being Diggs, incapable of doing simple moves. It was hilarious to see that scene, especially Lin not being able to hold back his amusement and chuckle at the three all the time.



The break was up, and you went to place Peggy’s dress back in place and took Maria’s. You had to change your make up to be the seductive Maria Reynolds instead of the innocent, little Peggy. You were dressed now, applying the red lipstick before moving to work on your eye liner. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Just wanted to drop by to say that you looked amazing and did well” Lin says and you smile at him through the mirror.

“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me to fill the role for today.”

“Might not be for just today if that’s what you want” he says with a chuckle and your eyes widen. “Eventually we will all leave, but if you want to stay and have a bigger role, you know all you have to do is ask” he says and places his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Lin, I would love to, but…”

“Think about it, you got plenty of time. We aren’t leaving just yet. I’d like to keep you” he says with a chuckle and pats your shoulders. “I’ll see you soon” he says, winking at you before he walks out. Then, seconds after, Anthony walks in.

“Can you help me push this in? I hate this” he says pointing at the ruffled piece of clothing on the front of his shirt just under his neck for his Philip role.

“You got frustrated?”

“I seriously don’t know what happened today that I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m a mess.”

“Hot mess” you tease and Anthony chuckles as you fix the piece. His eyes are looking at you and you try not to blush. It was a habit whenever someone looked at you for too long.

“Red suits you” he says and you look up at him.

“Thanks, I know” you joke and you both smirk. “There, that should do it.” You say as you step away from him.

“Thank you, beautiful. I’ll let you get finish, sorry to bother you.”

“Its fine, Ant. Don’t apologize” you both nod and you turn around to finish working on your make up.



Your cue is given and Leslie, Lin, and yourself get to your places. You walk as Leslie begins with the introduction to the song while Lin is writing. You can spot Oak, Anthony and Daveed looking at you from the side of the curtains so you shift your gaze to somewhere else.

“Stay…”

“Hey?”

“Hey…”

You move around the stage accordingly. You totally have forgotten until the part of the song came when you had to kiss Lin. Your heart was beating out of control as you stand in your place and then you are rushing towards Lin, his head ducks a little so he is able to meet your lips. His soft lips caught yours and they move against yours slowly but with a hint of passion that you had to admit made your heart skip a beat. His hands were on your hips, and you feel the tiniest squeeze on your waist. This wasn’t how you thought kissing Lin would go, if it ever were to happen outside of the musical.

The rest of the song continues, and soon enough your hands are holding Lin’s as they travel down his chest as you stand from behind. You sit on his leg once he takes his spot on the chair and his hand moves along your thigh and up your body, head moving so your lips are a few inches away from each other. You can spot for a moment Daveed looking away and you wonder for a second if what Leslie meant was true.

The song is over and you rush away out of the stage to wait for your next cue in The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“That was amazing!” Pippa says happily as she hugs you.

“Do you think so? I got so into character I forgot…” you admit with a smirk.

“You did great. Everyone loved it” Renee assures you and you smile rather shyly, nodding your head in acknowledgement.



You watch as the others continue the act. It would be hard to meet with Daveed after your performance because he was on the other end of the stage waiting for his cue for the rest of the songs. You couldn’t help laughing at his movements as The Reynolds Pamphlet started, sitting on the desk, moving sideways, shuffling, throwing the papers, it was hilarious. There wasn’t a better cast in Broadway than this one, you were sure of that. You did your part of reading the piece of paper as they mention Maria Reynolds before you are off to hide again.

The show is done and everyone comes out and you all bow at the crowd, Lin and the others stepping back as they clap and they leave you in the front.

“Special thanks to Y/N, who covered for Jasmine as she was sick tonight” Lin says and another round of applause goes off and you bow again, cheeks a bright red and take a step back with a grin and the curtains close.

“Great job everyone! Thank you for being part of this” Lin says as he claps a few times at the others, being his encouraging self as always.

“Well done, Y/N, that was great” Oak says and you grin, instantly going to hug him. He was so huggable, like a personal teddy bear.

“Thank you, Oak. That means a lot to me” You say before you both pull away.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Not really. Might as well go home and rest, why?”

“No reason, I might do the same.” He says and you both nod your heads before you part your ways to get rid of the dress and place it where it belonged. Everyone had come to congratulate and thank you for the performance, except Daveed.

“Les, have you seen Daveed?” You ask your friend out of curiosity.

“Not after the show ended, must be in his dressing room. Why?”

“Just wanted to know…He hasn’t told me what he wanted earlier.”

“Don’t think he will come to you right now” he blurts and you eye him, your face probably asking why since he spoke again. “He didn’t seem very happy about Lin’s hands all over you.”

“He knows it’s just an act.”

“When you are jealous, nothing is” Leslie points out and you frown.

“Should I go talk to him?”

“You absolutely should.” He says with a nod. Leslie knew what was up, besides the others, because he knew from the beginning. Stealing glances, the closeness, the teasing, the almost constant flirting. Leslie played a part in this story.

You rush to get the heavy makeup off your face and get dressed before heading to Daveed’s room. You knock on the door and Ant opens it, Oak at the end of the room, but no Daveed.

“Have you seen Daveed?” You ask as you frown.

“He left, he has a performance down in Brooklyn in an hour or so” Oak answers. “I thought he was going to tell you.”

“I think he tried, but then I was told about my role and had to rush things” you explain.

“And he was mad earlier so…” Ant says and instantly regrets it as you eye him.

“Ant…” You say in a warning tone.

“He…You know what’s up, don’t make me say it, please, he’d kill me.”

“Know what’s up?”

Ant and Oak exchange a look and you look at them curiously. “Daveed was going to tell you two things tonight, but the first one was asking you to go to his performance” Oak explains. “He…He got somewhat jealous about the whole performance, mainly the kiss” he says.

“He knows it’s just an act, but he couldn’t really let it go because he thinks there is something between you and Lin.” Ant says.

“Wait, what? Just because-”

“He heard you two talk before and it’s just a big mess. Just try talking with him, he is acting like a kid” Anthony says as he waves his hands around.

“I…Where exactly?”



Anthony and Oak decided to take you to the place Daveed would be performing. The place was crowded already.

“You think you can find him?” Oak asks as he looks around the place and then at you.

“I think so; I just need to get to the front of the stage. If he wants to acknowledge me, he will. If not I’ll try to sneak backstage. He can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have our phones, we are going home, let us know if you need anything.” Oak says and you smile.

“Thank you, both of you.” You say and hug them both before you wave goodbye at them. As soon as they leave, you start making your way forward until you are a few feet away from the stage.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the beat starts, your heart starts beating wildly. You have never seen Daveed perform before, but you did know of his music, something that not many people knew about you. You hear a couple of girls screaming and shouting that takes you away from your reverie and that’s when you spot Daveed.

His ripped jeans hung low on his hips and his tank top showed those arms that you always saw covered by his uniform or his hoodies. Your eyes wouldn’t tear away from his entire being. He looked different; he looked stunning and hot, obviously. He had started singing and you stare at him as if he were the most handsome person you have seen. A person who apparently liked you back, that got jealous for little things that were an act, someone who made you feel better when you were nervous.

At some point you start singing, rapping at the same speed as him. You had learned the lyrics after many failures and tripping over the words. You had to admit it was a big talent to rap like that naturally.

Get Up started to play next, still admiring Daveed doing what he loved the most. The way his hand moved as he rapped, the way his body just moved accordingly and his curls bouncing every time he moved had you grinning like a little kid. When the female part comes up, which he does not sing obviously, Daveed meets your gaze and you nod your head at him, but you get a smirk and nothing else because he moves to the other corner of the stage. Was he really going to ignore you? A wave or something to acknowledge you would’ve done it, right? As the final verses come, you move your way to the DJ, smiling at him. “Hey, do you have a second mic?”

“Uh, yeah? Why?” The guy questions, eyeing you curiously and so does the guard.

“I want to surprise him. I work with him on Hamilton. Part of the Ensemble” you say, hoping you gave enough information for them to stop looking at you weirdly.

“Oh, yeah. I recognize your face” he says and bends down to get the microphone. “Here you go” he says.

You look at the stage as you take the mic and turn it on as you heard Daveed speaking. “I’ve been doing this musical this whole time and I’m soft as fuck” he says, making you and the crowd laugh before he continues.

“Hey, do you know which song is next?”

“Let’s see…” he pauses as he stares at the computer screen. “Body and Blood” he says and you grin. “Think you can sing that?” He questions and it makes your grin widen.

“I’ll show you” you say and walk up to the stairs where the guard is. He steps to the side with a smile which you return and stay behind until the song starts. You use the instrumental seconds to think when you should step in and as soon as he starts, you know.

The first verses come up, you sing them to yourself before your planned stepped in gets close.

She might let you fuck but she wants…” and there you step in.

Body and Blood” You sing as you join him, stepping into the front of the stage.

Daveed’s eyes widen as he looks at you surprised and shocked and you can’t help but grin, the crowd cheering.

The song goes on and you step in in certain verses which he would let you sing to test that you did knew the lyrics. He looks at the crowd with wide eyes and then turns to you as you sing your favorite part of the song, tweaking it so you it is sang by your perspective.

I got my own home, I got my own set of power tools
My own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out
And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated
I got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines
And whatever your pleasure be, medically, I be readily
Providing the blast sometimes to dine with the finest of wines
Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin’
I got a diamond tattoo on my upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes. ”


And from there Daveed continued as you catch your breath. Soon, the song had come to an end and the crowd starts cheering at both of you. “Give it up for, Y/N!” He shouts and the applauses go off. He gives you a side hug before letting go rather too quickly for your own liking.

You step down out of the stage but stay backstage since the show was almost over.

“That was awesome! Not many girls rap at that speed” the DJ says and you grin as you return the mic.

“Thanks. Took some good days of listening to the song and tripping over my words.” You giggle.



Seconds after, Diggs is saying his goodbyes before he turns to leave. You make sure you are standing somewhere where he can’t ignore your presence.

“Still here?” He asks as he walks down the stairs, not looking at you as he keeps walking, so you follow.

“Daveed we need to talk.” You say as you trail behind him. “There is nothing-”

“Between you and Lin? Doubt it after today” he says once he gets into his backstage room.

“You know it’s an act, Diggs. You know better than that” you say and let out a huff.

“That Lin wants to keep you?” He asks and you give him a questioning expression. “I heard him saying that and after that performance I noticed what he meant” he pulls his hoodie on.

“Can you let me explain?”

“Nothing to explain, Y/N-”

“Damn it, Daveed” you tug on his hoodie sleeve and push him slightly against the wall. “Is it not obvious or are you blind?!”

“I’m not blind at all, I saw everything. First row. He wants to keep you and he made sure we all noticed.”

You smirk and pull away, “Daveed, he said that to me so I can stay as Maria” you say and his hard expression turns into one of confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh so now you want to listen to me? Be happy with those news” You say and eye him one last time before you turn to leave, hoping he’d want to ask more.

Heading to the door, Daveed gets in front of you quickly, making you take a step backwards. “Y/N, what’s going on? I need to know” he was concerned now and you grin to yourself.

“Do you want to talk here or you want to go for a walk?”

“Give me a sec” he says and you nod your head, walking out of the room.



You two walked out of club, staying silent for a few moments before he asked if you had eaten anything which you haven’t. You had rushed to get here with the other boys to meet Daveed here, but you didn’t admit that to him, you wanted to get over the conversation quickly and stopping to eat it would make things more awkward.

“I didn’t know you knew my songs” he breaks the silence, you don’t look at him, but you know there is a faint smile on his lips.

“I know most of them, still catching up” you admit with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you could also sing them, I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“I said so much nonsense the first times even with the lyrics on” you laugh, “I would run out of breath or just look into the lyrics hoping there’d be a verse I could step in and continue singing” you admit.

“You did well tonight. It was a good surprise after all…All of it” he is looking at you and you look at him, your head nods for a moment before you look away to hide your blush as you two walked.

After another minute of walking in silence, he decides to speak. “So?” He questions and you frown. He still sounded so angry at you, or was it you being paranoid? But you knew what he was questioning.

“What you heard was when Lin was telling me I could stay as Maria if I wanted. Like an upgrade” you explain. He looks at you strangely and you add quickly, “That’s why he said he wanted to keep me. I guess he means that he wants someone to stick around longer in the show to guide the others” you say and look at him before you notice you are reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Would you?” Daveed asks, not looking at you.

“I’m not sure…It depends…”

“Depends on Lin’s approval to kiss other boys?”

“Daveed, that was an act, you know that. You kissed Jas once and I never said anything” so maybe you let out more than you should have. Why would you have said something?

He finally looks at you, his eyes showing confusion behind his cute nerd glasses, “Said something?” He questions and you groan internally.

“You know what I mean, but it was all an act” you repeat. “Lin is my best friend, we are close, and I guess that’s why the kiss was like it was and the whole thing.” You add after a few seconds, “We have chemistry, but not like that” you say rather quickly.

“Mhm” he hums and you stop in your tracks, arms crossing against your chest as he turns around, raising an eye brow and looking to the side. “What?” He asks before looking back at you.

“Why dont you believe it? Or believe me?” You ask. “Why can everyone else see it except you?”

“See what?” He asks, his tone exasperated.

“Oh my God” you groan and take a step forward. “I have talked too much, so why don’t you tell me what was wrong with you? You were supposed to invite me here, right? But as soon as I accepted the role you left. Why?”

He almost scoffs to the side, avoiding your gaze before he leans on the rail once you had reached the beginning of the bridge. You could see New York in all its glory. The shiny lights lighting up the whole city. From where you were, in the distance, you could spot the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful sight…A beautiful sight to try to push words out from Daveed.

Daveed hesitates, his expression was neutral and he speaks then, “What do you want me to say? That I am jealous?” He asks and the words make your heart skip for a moment. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but as soon as Lin walked in and you agreed I don’t know what happened” he started. “I am very aware that it was all an act, but then I remembered he said he wanted to keep you, and my mind played against me and all sort of things came to my mind I didn’t know how else to react” he was still not looking at you, but out to the river.

“So you were jealous?” You say, hiding a smirk as you lean against the rail besides him. “There is no reason for you to be” you pause, take a breath, and speak, “I like you, Daveed. Pretty sure everyone knows but you” you say and he looks at you from his spot, his curls moving with the small wind.

“Do you?”

You have to roll your eyes at that and you reach to punch his arm playfully, “I swear you are trying to be stupid right now, Diggs. Do you think that if I didn’t I would’ve come all this way to clear things up? Go up stage and sing with you with the fear I’d trip over all the words?” You ask and he chuckles.

“True. You were still damn good” he says and you smile to yourself. For a moment you both stare at the city, you see him move and he goes behind you, arms snaking around your waist, his body warmth making you shiver and you let him pull you close to his chest. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk today” he whispers into your ear and you hold back a shiver. His voice had changed completely as he spoke to you now, “I guess I was jealous that someone else I knew got to kiss you before I did” he breathes and your eyes flutter close. He was probably aware now of the effect he had on you.

“That isn’t anyone’s fault except yours” you say with a small smirk and he joins.

He turns you around by the waist, your hands moving to settle on his hips. Chocolate hues stare into yours and you feel your cheeks hot. “I can fix that…” he says and one hand moves to rest on your cheek, in the loving assuring way he did today at the theater. This time, you do lean against his big hand and he smiles before he bends down to press his plump lips against yours.

Your breath gets caught on your throat, your body tensing at the new feeling before you give in. Soft lips parted yours and you let out a small sigh of relief that it finally happened. Your lips matched his movements, slow and soft, resting the urge to bite on his lip. His posture shifts, hands moving to the small of your back and pushing you into his body which you were more than happy to obey. The hand on your cheek has started to stroke your jawline and it made you weak on the knees. If it weren’t because he was holding you, you might have slipped.

He pulls away first after a few more seconds, but as he does, he leans one more time to kiss you for a mere second, pecks your lips again and then pulls away. You slowly open your eyes but you can feel his eyes looking at you and your reaction. “Just like I imagined” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“So I wasn’t the only one imagining this moment?”

“Nah” you shake your head playfully and he laughs before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N…” he whispers.

“Hm?”

“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Of course” you say with a grin before leaning in to kiss his lips, a soft peck, your lips lingering there for a moment before you hug him, his strong arms going around your frame and holding you close as if he’d never want to let go of you again.

Cute and Fluffy

Request: #20 with Wonho from Monsta X please ❤

20) Your bias tries to teach you how to play their favorite video game.

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N x (ft. Kihyun & I.M)

Type: fluff


You struggled out of bed and into the bathroom with hurried motions. You had hit snooze on your alarm at least four times, but nothing would stop you from starting your day. It was the first day without a formalized schedule for Hoseok in months and you refused to let it go by as a waste. 

You rushed through your daily activities. Shower, tooth brushing, mild makeup, and getting dressed. You kept a constant eye on your phone to make sure you hadn’t wasted too much time, considering it took you nearly half the morning to pry yourself out of bed. 

The sky was still a light purple by the time your feet hit the pavement. You stopped to grab a coffee carrier and at least a dozen pastries at your local coffee house before heading on to the Monsta X dorm. They deserved a treat for as hard as they worked. 

You managed to knock quietly with your elbow on the front door once you had arrived, struggling with all of the breakfast foods in your arms. After a few minutes of waiting you contemplated knocking again or sending out a text. You didn’t want to wake any of the members managing to sleep in, so you wondered if they hid a key under the mat for emergency situations. Just as you were about to place all of your bags on the ground and begin a search, the door sprung open, revealing a perturbed Kihyun. 

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his aggravation melting away. “I didn’t think you were coming over this early, come in!” 

“Good morning Kihyun,” you smiled, navigating through the door. He took the coffee from your hands, setting it on the table outside of the small kitchen. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re happy to see me and not all of the food I’ve brought.”

“Well, I suppose it’s good to assume in this situation,” Kihyun said with a wink. “If it makes you feel better, I’m equal parts happy for both.”

You rolled your eyes and gave the small man a playful elbow to the ribs. “Are you the only one awake?”

He spun away from your jab, chuckling. “No idea. I haven’t made my rounds yet. I figured I’d let everyone sleep a little longer on their day off.” 

“What a sweet mother,” you laughed, now your turn to wink. 

“Yeah, yeah, quit wasting time with me and go to who you’re really here for,” Kihyun sighed, digging around in the bag of pastries. 

“Kihyun!” you gasped, placing your hand on your chest. “I’m offended. I am just as excited to see you as I am to see anyone else.”

“Beside Hoseok,” he grinned. “Don’t lie to appease me.” 

“Well…” you grumbled. “At least you recognize the truth. Don’t tell Minhyuk, he thinks I love you all equally.” 

You shuffled down the hallway toward Hoseok’s shared room with Shownu and Hyungwon. Peaking your head in, you noticed one of the boys had covered the window with a blanket to really keep any light out. You illuminated your phone screen and stumbled through the darkness, only the small amount of light guiding you. After a few moments, you navigated to Hoseok’s bunk and began to pat idly at it, only to find he wasn’t there. You furrowed your brows and checked the other bunks, confirming each member was where they were supposed to be. 

You quickly left the room and walked back down toward Kihyun, confused as to where your boyfriend could be. Was it possible you had missed him in the brief moment you had went into his room? Along the way, you placed a light knock on the bathroom door, the light inside streaming from beneath the door crack and into the hallway. 

“Hoseok?” you whispered, waiting with bated breath. 

“Changkyun, but close,” the voice said on the other side. 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the youngest member as he pulled open the door. 

“How are you close?” you laughed. 

“Well, if you think about it. It’s relative. You may not think I’m a close option, but I do. I am in the same group after all and equal amounts of good looking. I just need to work on how I look naked and we’re practically twins.”

“Aish, Changkyunnie,” you groaned, putting your hand over your eyes. “Too much.”

“Once again, that is relative,” Changkyun smiled. “Did you bring food?”

“Of course I brought food,” you sighed. “Do you know where Hoseok is?”

“No longer in your dreams because your awake,” Changkyun chuckled. “But no. I’m not sure.”

“Go get a croissant, dork,” you grumbled, heading back down the hallway. 

You continued across the hardwood, halting as you saw a dim light radiate from the den. You furrowed your brows, sticking your head in what you had assumed to be the empty room. You nearly choked as you noticed the back of Hoseok’s head, set firmly in front of the computer screen with headphones on his ears. 

You slowly shuffled into the room, careful to make as little noise as possible as you appeared behind him. You rested your hands on his shoulders, causing him to jump and let out a high pitched squeak. 

“Aigoo, jagi!” he gasped, pulling the headphones to sit on his shoulders. “You scared me!”

“So is this what you have planned for our day today?” you chuckled, looking past him and to the screen. A game of Overwatch was active before him. 

“Well…I mean…” he stuttered, spinning in the chair and  resting his hands on your hips. He pulled you in close and set his forehead on your stomach. “You can watch if you want?”

“Shin Hoseok!” you gasped, stepping backwards and slapping his hands. “You seriously are going to play Overwatch the entirety of your day off?”

“I…I uh…had planned on eating some ramen eventually?” he tried with a slight wince. 

“I can hardly stand how romantic you are,” you grumbled with a pout. 

“Jagiiii,” Hoseok whined, pulling you in close to him again. “Won’t you play with me?”

Your heart stopped for a moment, venturing off into inappropriate places by the simple statement. You quickly shook your head, attempting to keep off the imagery flooding the corners of your mind. “You only have one computer Hoseok, I can’t…um…play with you…”

“No, come here,” he grunted, pulling you to sit you on his lap. It always caught you off guard when Hoseok was forceful like this, considering how gentle he normally was. “Let me teach you.”

“Hoseok,” you muttered, becoming overly aware of his hand around your waist. You used his name in an attempt at an argument.  

“No, during Overwatch I’m “badbitch93,”” he chuckled, pointing to his screen name, and giving you a casual side eye. You furrowed your brow and pursed your lips, causing him to immediately drop his smile. “Or Hoseok…Hoseok is good.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, flattening your expression again. “Is this really what you want to do on your day off?”

“If I said yes…would you be mad?” he whispered. 

“No,” you grumbled. “Maybe disappointed. But it’s your day off and you should be happy with your plans. Now…what do I have to do?”

Hoseok immediately perked up at your statement, straightening up behind you, and readjusting his hand on your thigh. “Okay, this is Overwatch.”

“Overwatch, right,” you nodded. 

“It’s a competitive, fast-paced, multi player game. First person shooter,” Hoseok nodded. 

“Meaning I do the shooting,” you confirmed. 

“Correct,” Hoseok nodded. “So what we’re going to do is start you off with training versus AI.”

“Which means…” you hummed. 

“Artificial intelligence?” Hoseok chuckled. 

‘Right…AI,” you nodded. 

“Right,” Hoseok smiled, he gripped tighter to you and shimmied to glance over your shoulder. “Right now we’re going to pick your character. Tank, damage, or support. If you want damage, we can do Soldier:76, Roadhog if you want to be a tank, or Lucio if you want to be support.”

“Alright, first thought…” you trailed. “None of those are girl names. You know, in general, I’m about girl power. Second off, Roadhog looks disgusting.” 

Hoseok sighed as he eyed the screen quickly. “How about Mercy? Or D.Va? Maybe Mei…”

“I’ve heard you talk about her before!” you gasped. “Let’s play as her.” 

“Mei?” Hoseok grumbled. “No one really likes Mei…”

“Well, why not?” you asked, exasperated. 

“Cute and fluffy, but actually a threat,” Hoseok nodded. 

“Like you,” you squeaked, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. His ears turned a bright red as he looked to the floor, giving you a small squeeze. 

“She’s just kind of annoying. Her two core abilities don’t really give you much of a chance to counteract. You just have to sit and take it,” he sighed. “Freezes you, then a headshot, and you’re done for.”

“Sounds like my kind of girl,” you laughed. “Let’s go.”

Hoseok shook his head and laughed as well. “Why do I feel as if I’m creating a monster?”

“When I begin initiating web cafe dates, that’s when you worry,” you nodded. 

“Or fall more in love,” he grinned. “Right click, icicle shoot. Left click is spraying ice from her gun. Shift is to heal or to make you immune. Ultimate is going to be throwing a blizzard in the designating area and incapacitating your enemies.”

“Got it,” you nodded, focusing on the screen as the game began to load. You waited patiently for the numbers to count down, signaling the beginning of the game and attack on the designated checkpoint. This wasn’t your first foray into first person shooter games, so you were fairly confident that you would impress Hoseok. 

After what seemed like only moments filled with quiet cursing and furious clicking, your first game of Overwatch had ended with immense amounts of coaching from your boyfriend. He was hyping you up from beginning to end, being immensely supportive with every decision you made. 

“Holy shit jagi! Holy shit!” Hoseok gasped, bouncing up and down, causing you to jump around on his lap. 

“What?” you choked, your eyes searching the screen. 

“You got play of the game! I’m so proud! Minhyuk! Wake up! My girlfriend got player of the game! Changkyun! Kihyun! I’m so excited!” Hoseok shouted as if he had won the game himself.  

“I’m dating an Overwatch prodigy,” he whispered. “Hold on, I’m getting dressed. We’re going to the internet cafe.” 

Originally posted by shownubot

The morning after the night before

Okay guys this is my first ever fanfic so please be gentle with me, I’m no writer, I just felt inspired and wanted to try something new. Any feedback, good or bad, will be appreciated. Just let me know what ya think! 

This is set the morning after Betty and Jugheads final scene in 1x13 where he seemingly joins the serpents… 

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Betty awoke in a tangled mess of hair and a t shirt she had just thrown on when she got home late last night. Thinking back on last night none of it seemed quite real. One minute she was the happiest she had ever been when the love of her life Jughead Jones professed his love for her, which she knew was so hard for him to do after a life time of rejection from the ones he thought he could rely on, then the next she was fleeing from the trailer with a pool of tears forming in her eyes whilst the boy she thought she knew shouted after her. 

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RFA ; cutesy dates with Mc

yayayaya first post ☆=(ゝω・)/ going on pretty dates with pretty fictional people <3 these are pretty long coz i obviously have no idea what im doing :>


Yoosung 

  • You were cleaning up in your apartment when you get a text from Yoosung. 
  • Your phone ringtone scared the shit out of you
  • You thought someone was out to get you
  • You check the text, he was inviting you out to dinner since he aced his exam you helped him study for.
  • You get all excited, reply in an instant and get ready.
  • Another text came from him
  • Wear something fancy, we’ll eat somewhere expensive (:” 
  • wow ok
  • You search your closet for that really pretty cream cocktail dress you bought the other day, and start getting ready.
  • A knock on the door, right after you finish. It was your sweet boyfriend, wearing a black suit, which looked 100 on him.
  • You open the door and his eyes grow wide, his jaw drops. He had fallen in love with the most beautiful girl. He thought to himself Jesus, I am the luckiest man alive today. You smiled shyly, and he took you by the hand.
  • He opens the door for you, seeing you guys have arrived at this really fancy place. And you both order the same thing. You look around the area, but felt his eyes plant on you. You were basically melting from his stare. His eyes were sparkling. You look at him, and he looks away immediately, face flushing red.
  • He smiles at you. “I love you.” You tell him
  • His eyes grow big at your sudden statement. He looks down, quite embarrassed.
  • GOSH YOOSUNG YOURE A KITTEn
  • HOW
  • BLESSDT
  • Yoosung pays for the bill and you guys leave.
  • He parks the car and walks you to your door. You unlock the lock on the door and open the entrance to your apartment. You invite him to stay the night, but he says no. You make a grumpy face, and he makes that you’re so fucking cute smile. He promises he’ll drop by tomorrow as he kisses you, the kind of kiss that makes your heart tingle.

JAEHEE

  • she finally found time to spend with you, after week of leaving early and coming home late, you barely saw her anymore. You invite her out to watch a movie you’ve been wanting to see, but when you two get there, it’s sold out. 
  • You try to hide how much that made you sad.
  • But baby is a psychic.
  • Jaehee stops you, cups your cheeks and tells you “Hey, its okay. Why don’t we just get some cake at that cafe you love so much”, looking straight into your eyes, your heart melts.
  • She intertwines her hands with yours as you walk down the street to a small cafe around the corner
  • She looks perfect
  • She is perfect.
  • You couldn’t stop staring at her.
  • It was nice to see her in something else other than a suit
  • Like seeing her in her underwear
  • oops
  • i am a demon
  • She holds the door for you as you guys enter. Standing in front of the menu, she asks you what you want. But before you could answer, she stops you. “I know what you want”. woah ok ok
  • You look for a table, and seats.
  • She approaches the table with a tray. On the tray was a plate of your favorite cake, (*insert favorite cake), and an iced coffee.
  • You fed her spoons of your cake while you sneakily took sips from her coffee.
  • You had a gr8 day
  • You were happy. You saw that smile again.
  • You held her hand as you two made your way back home.

ZEN

  • You really missed spending time with Zen. He always came home either really late or really tired. You decide to surprise him. 
  • sooooo
  • You wait outside the studio for about 30 minutes. 
  • GOD IT WAS SO HOT OUTSIDE
  • LIKE JESUS WHy
  • You were melting waiting for him.
  • And finally, all his co-workers were out. But Zen was nowhere to be found.
  • You really wanted some ice cream.
  • After about 200 years
  • 20 mins
  • He finally walks out the doors.
  • His hair was ties up in a bun.
  • Sexy bun sexy zen
  • You smile and wave at him. His eyes grow big after seeing you. 
  • o.o
  • was i not supposed to be here? you thought to yourself.
  • “MC? What are you doing here?” He asked.
  • prolly not
  • “I wanted to surprise you!” You say, rather exhausted from the standing  in the heat part of your day. 
  • “Why didn’t you go inside? You could’ve gotten a heatstroke at this temperature.” He says, worried. 
  • You shake your head, telling him you’re fine.
  • He read your mind. 
  • “Ice cream?” He smiled, asking you.
  • TWAS LIKE HEAVEN CALLED ME OUT
  • FINALLy
  • THANK
  • You smile at him. And he already knows that smile
  • You intertwine your fingers with his as you walk to your favorite ice cream parlor.
  • You had (insert your fav ice cream flavor*). Zen stared at you. 
  • angel he said to himself.
  • your ice cream was melting send hELP

JUMIN

  • You arrange this super cute date to the aquarium but Jumin suddenly had an urgent meeting he needed to go to. 
  • Trust me he felt super bad that he had to cancel.
  • He wanted to make it up to you. He wanted to make time for you. He waited until you had absolutely nothing planned. 
  • “MC?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I need you to come with me.”
  • “Where?”
  • “Meeting up with a friend.”
  • “Okay. Specific attire?”
  • “No.”
  • “Aight.”
  • You put on your favorite clothes, paired with your favorite shoes. 
  • Jumin looked like he was in a hurry.
  • Probably was.
  • Driver Kim drops us off at a big dome.
  • Looks abandoned 
  • Shit.
  • Hope its not haunted.
  • You held his hand tight as you walk inside. 
  • It was a really pretty old observatory. The ceiling was a galaxy painted with glow in the dark paint. It was beautiful.
  • Jumin was beautiful
  • In the middle of the dome, was a table for two. 
  • You look back at him, he had that cheeky smile. 
  • “Jumin?” You call out his attention. 
  • “Yes, kitten?”
  • “Did you plan this all by yourself?”
  • “Of course. Why?”
  • “Just curious.” 
  • Both of you were just standing, his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest. There wasn’t any music. Just you, humming to your favorite slow-dance song.
  • Jumin was looking down at you. 
  • It was perfect.
  • He proposes
  • just kidding
  • You two had dinner, then watched the stars for the rest of the night.

SEVEN

  • It was movie night at your place with the rest of the RFA, but Seven asked them all to bail tonight so it would be just the two of you.
  • They all bailed.
  • You had everything ready.
  • Popcorn
  • Chips
  • Dip
  • Soda
  • And wine and cheese for Jumin.
  • It was getting late and no one was arriving.
  • You felt your heart hanging on a thread. 
  • Until the doorbell rang. 
  • It was Seven. 
  • “Hey!” You open the door, inviting him inside.
  • “Hiya” He says, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek, making you turn a little pink.
  • “Are the others coming?” You ask
  • “I think they’re all busy.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
  • You didn’t really want to watch a movie without them
  • Which you admitted to Seven.
  • “What do you want to do then?” He asks.
  • “I don’t know.” You say with a grumpy face.
  • “Aww. Its okay” He lightly kisses you.
  • Then
  • His face fills with
  • A smirk of lust
  • A grin of idea
  • “Do you wanna.. Build a snowman? maybe head to the diner?”
  • You smile, and agree.
  • You two hopped into his car and he drove to this diner near the pier. 
  • You two bought milkshakes and french fries.
  • “MC. I’ve fallen inlove with the most amazing person in the world.” Seven says, proceeding to drink his milkshake.
  • “Who may that be?” You ask.
  • “You.” He says.
  • You were already expecting that. Yet you still fell for it, making your face heat up.
  • It was a great night. Milkshakes. Fries. Boyfriend. All you ever need in long nights. 
  • He eventually got really tired and crashed at your place, sleeping on your bed, arms around you, your head on his chest and well

yaayy how was it :> pls give feedback i am a noob :3 

also send in requests :3 luh u

HATRED [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Hey! I just want to say your work is really good. 😊 I was wondering if you could do a Draco Malfoy imagine where the reader is Harry’s twin sister? And maybe include the lines from numbers 2, 15, 28, 31, 36, 38, 44 and 62 (I know that’s a lot of numbers 😬) in your prompt list? Thanks! 😊” — by anon

a/n: well damn, you requested so much 😂 but that’s alright. the more the merrier, i guess? ahahaha. also, don’t expect that this would be an imagine where the reader ends up with draco bECAUSE THEY LOATHE EACH OTHER HERE OKAY SO WARNING, THERE’S GONNA BE BULLYING AND MENTIONS OF CEDRIC DIGGORY’S DEATH. ((sorry, didn’t manage to add 2 & 31))

2. “Tell me, would you cry if I punched you on the nose?”
15. “This is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.”
28. “If you say something, I won’t hesitate and slap you.”
31. “Clearly, you’re from hell.”
36. “Don’t you know who I am?”
38. “I want to slap that smug grin off your face.”
44. “I don’t care if you live in a castle or whatever. I ain’t bowing down to you.”
62. “Am I supposed to be offended by what you said?”

Masterlist + Request here

Y/N Potter has always been included in the limelight because of what happened to her and her twin brother on the night Voldemort tried killing them. She too was the reason why the Dark Lord became weak and hid behind the shadows for the meanwhile, but among the two of them, Harry gained much more fame and attention due to his lightning bolt scar that reminded people of what exactly happened on that said night.

Due to their reputation, they have been in countless of troubles along with two of their most trusted friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Though if you could compare the amount of near to death experiences Y/N and Harry had, it was no doubt that Harry got to suffer most of the time. Like what just happened last year when he unwillingly joined the Triwizard Tournament, only to discover at the end that it was Voldemort’s plan to lure him into his trap that would lead him to his death.

Of course, Harry escaped, but ever since that he has never been the same — and so was Y/N; thanks to the thought that an innocent boy named Cedric Diggory had to die because of their rivalry with one of the darkest wizards of all time, as well as the feeling of being in constant fear that Voldermort might succeed any day.

And so now, the troubled girl was spending time alone at the Black Lake, away from the people who constantly made fun of her and Harry for the things the Daily Prophet has been saying. To the Ministry of Magic and to their firm believers, Y/N and Harry were just attention seeking teenagers that did everything just to get everyone talking about them again.

“Potter, fancy seeing you here.” drawled Malfoy, his footsteps audible as he draws nearer to where she was sitting.

It was obvious by the way his tone was so menacing that he wanted to cause trouble. Y/N took no notice of him however, her eyes still on the lake while her right hand was holding onto a stone as if contemplating on throwing it to the body of water or possibly Draco’s face.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you, you filthy little half-blood.” he snarled when she ignored his arrival.

Y/N finally looked up and saw Draco Malfoy along with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle before her, causing her to lightly grimace. “Am I supposed to be offended by what you said?” she asked, her expression unimpressed.

“And she speaks!” laughed Malfoy, crouching down so that there were in the same eye level. “I thought you’d gone mime ever since that Diggory —”

If you say something, I won’t hesitate and slap you.” scowled Y/N, dropping the stone and placing her hand inside her pocket where her wand was.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hit a soft spot, didn’t I? That’s funny, considering I never even saw you talk to him.”

“You know, Malfoy, I think this is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.

“Stop talking to me like that. Don’t you know who I am?

Y/N looked at him blankly, “Didn’t I just call you Malfoy?” and with a roll of her eyes, she stood up.

The platinum-haired boy was now more than annoyed knowing that he didn’t piss her off like he would normally. It seemed like something clicked inside her and she was now just an emotionless being.

Draco hastily followed her, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him; Y/N heading to the direction of the castle. “If you didn’t know yet, I happen to be part of a very influential family, Potter. Unlike you — oh, wait, of course. Your parents are dead and your relatives are Muggles.”

She didn’t speak, she just kept walking, her hands kept inside her robes.

He grabbed her arm and turned her around so that she was facing him. “Get off, Malfoy.” said Y/N, glaring at him.

“Or else what?” said Draco, grinning.

“Don’t test me.” she pulled herself away from him. “You don’t know how much I want to slap that smug grin off your face. I don’t know who do you think you are for harassing me since first year. And I don’t care if you live in a castle or whatever. I ain’t bowing down to you.

He smirked. “Don’t be like that, Potter. You clearly know why I’m treating you like this. If only you and your brother just accepted my offer on the first day of school then we wouldn’t be in this position right now.”

“How shallow of you.” said Y/N. “You’re still bitter over that stupid little thing?”

“Bitter?” laughed Draco, Crabbe and Goyle snickering from behind him. “Oh, you’re mistaken. I’m actually quite amused. Now look at you, suffering because of your mistakes.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t a mistake.” Y/N sarcastically smiled. “Now, if you’re done, I must really be going. You’re wasting my time.”

“Have fun mourning after Diggory’s death with your friends, Potter.”

“Go to hell, Malfoy.”

And with one final stern look, Y/N left Draco with his cronies, silently fuming to herself as she did so. She didn’t know what was the deal with him but she wasn’t going to stress herself with his crap. Draco, on the other hand, angrily kicked the ground, gritting his teeth before commanding his sidekicks to follow him back to the Slytherin common room.

Perfect - Cisco Ramon Imagine

A/N: hello, dearies… so, I know I have so many stories to update and this was not requested but.. today, I was having a really good day and then it got ruined… so I wrote this one-shot to cheer me up a little… I just want everyone to know that this is a very personal imagine for me, and it was hard to write it and is a bit hard to post it.. it’s ok if you don’t read it or if you don’t like it, I just wrote it because I needed to… it is based on some true events that have been really difficult for me to deal with my whole life and it was written as what I would love to happen when I’m feeling down… I just wish that everyone that has felt the same way as me know that they’re beautiful no matter what and please remember it

I chose Cisco Ramon and Ed Sheeran because they’re my favorite loves and I can’t really listen to this song without crying… so here it goes

Warnings: reader’s low self-esteem and what I would think is a little emotionally abuse

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash

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Perfect

“Hello, (Y/N)” Caitlin said happily as her friend entered the cortex.

“Hi” the girl replied quietly, with a quick smile making the doctor look at her confused.

“Is everything alright?” she asked. Usually the girl was the happy soul of the team. She was basically a girl-version of Cisco, before Dante passed away, but he was getting back to his old self. So, whenever she wasn’t cracking jokes as usual, everyone knew something was wrong.

“Yeah, I’m just tired” she said with a small smile but Caitlin could see her tired eyes.

“Are you sure-?“

“Good morning, ladies” HR interrupted the girls entering the cortex and Caitlin saw (Y/N)’s look turn a little relieved. “I come bearing coffee” he said politely as he bowed to each one of them offering the coffee in the tray.

“Thanks” Caitlin said politely.

“Thank you, HR” (Y/N) said grabbing the coffee and offering the man a small smile.

“Morning, everyone” Julian said walking in and (Y/N) saw Caitlin’s face brighten up. Just before anyone could reply, they saw a bridge opening for a moment before Cisco jumped out of it, followed a breeze coming in as papers flew away.

“HA! Eat that, fastest man alive! I got here first” Cisco said with the biggest smirk on his face.

“That is not fair! You left when you said two and never said three!” Barry complained childishly.

“Wow, two grown men with amazing powers to save humanity and they use it to compete” (Y/N) said from her place.

“Hey, don’t hate the players” Cisco said walking towards her and planting a kiss on her forehead. “How are you, pretty princess?”

“You’re not getting my coffee” she said grabbing it closer to her.

“Is that really the only reason why you would think I’d call you a pretty princess?” Cisco said pretending to be offended.

“No, you call me princess all the time, you add the ‘pretty’ when you want something like my coffee, or my food” she said with a sly smile and Cisco couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You picked up on that?” he said sitting on her desk.

“Ever since we were eight” she informed him.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Twenty Three

“Who’s ready to have a baby?”

Apparently you were.

The midwife checked your file quickly.

“Okay Y/N…. Doctor Merrins is still with another patient but we have other doctors on call here in case of any issues so don’t you worry. I’m Annie and I’ll be here for the next six hours so let’s see if I can help deliver this baby for you. I need you to hop up onto the bed now so we can see how we’re doing.”

You climbed up with Spencer’s help, settling down onto the pillows and wincing through another contraction.

“How often are they coming honey?”

You went to open your mouth to tell her that you hadn’t really been counting but Reid jumped in.

“They started at every three minutes but now it’s more like every 70 - 90 seconds.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

“What!… I started counting when we were in the car. We need to know these things and I figured you’d forget.”

“It’s not that I forgot… I was just in too much…… Oh fucking jesus christ…. pain to keep track.”

“Exactly. So I did it for you…. Team work right?”

Okay… Fair enough. Annie chuckled at you both, before double taking at Spencer. She obviously hadn’t been paying too much attention to the state he was in.

“Hun, what the hell happened to you?”

“Oh…. Um… I was in a car accident a few hours ago. NOT with Y/N. But we were actually on the way home from the hospital when her waters broke.”

“Okay…. You can’t be in here like this. Your clothes are bloody and filthy. Do you have anything else you can change into?”

She had a point although Reid looked mildly offended. He could still have tiny glass particles about his person and there was no way he was holding the baby like that.

You grimaced again, holding on to the side of the bed.

“Our friends have gone to get me a change of clothes as well as her hospital bags.”

“Okay well until then there’s scrubs in the top drawer of that cabinet. Go change in the bathroom and I’ll examine Y/N.”

He made eye contact, checking you were okay for him to leave and you nodded.

Once he’d left the room Annie began her examination, attaching monitors to you before washing her hands and squirting what you could only presume was lubricant onto her hand.

“Sweetie, this will feel uncomfortable. But I need you to relax.”

Uncomfortable was not the word. Having someone you didn’t know putting their fingers inside you whilst your body was contracting was not pleasant at all.

“Okay….. I’m just going to go and grab a doctor?”

“Wait… Why do you need a doctor? What’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong Y/N. It’s just…. you’re already at ten centimetres. Sweetie, you’re ready to start pushing.”

WHAT?

NOOOOO!

Spencer came rushing back through almost colliding with the midwife on her way out. Seeing the panicked expression on your face he quickly rushed to your side.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

You burst into tears. “I’m at ten centimetres….. I’m having a baby.”

“Why are you crying then…. It’ll be over soon.” He smoothed your hair back, his voice gentle.

“Because…. because… We’re having a baby… And it’s going to hurt. And she’s going to cry and I won’t know what to do.. And…. PISSING FUCK WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH…. oh shit… If I’m ten already… I can’t have the druuuuugs!” The last part came out as a wail.

“Spencer, I want the druuugs… I want the epidural.. You’re a doctor. Tell them it’s okay…… ”

He started to chuckle at you again, still stroking your hair.

“Shhhh Shhhh, you’ll be fine. You’ve got to this stage without any medication. You’ve done so well already…and you will know what to do. And if you don’t… We’ll fucking Google it okay. Look at this way, some women are in labour for hours trying to get to ten centimetres. You’ve done most of it without even realising.”

“Yeah because I was distracted by the thought of you dying.”

He laughed again and the midwife returned with a female doctor and another nurse, wheeling a crib with her.

“Hi Y/N… I’m Dr Nicolas. Dr Merrins is still held up and Annie here tells me she doesn’t think you’re going to be able to wait. How are you feeling?”

She perched on the side of the bed as if she had all the time in the word as the nurses hurried around behind her.

“Scared… Exhausted already. Is 37 weeks too early? Also… Can I please have the drugs? I signed up for drugs.”

She patted your hand gently. “If you’re ten already then unfortunately not. We can give you gas and air but it’s likely that by the time any epidural kicks in, this baby will be born. So let’s just see how you go au natural okay? And 37 weeks used to be considered term for a lot of mothers. Baby should be fully grown already and has obviously decided that it doesn’t need those few extra weeks to cook. Do we know what we’re having here?”

“A little girl,” Spencer spoke quietly, his eyes fixed on your bump.

“And it’s the first baby for the both of you?”

You both nodded at her and you shifted uncomfortably as another contraction ripped through you. Dr Nicolas watched the monitor closely before asking, “Are you feeling any pressure Y/N?”

“Yes…. Lots.”

“Okay… That means we’re ready to go.” She hopped off the bed moving to the bottom.

“Next time a contraction comes… I want you to push.”

…twenty five minutes later…

“Come on Y/N… One more push and you’re there. One more.” The doctor looked up at from her spot between your legs.

Panting with exertion you gripped Spencer’s hand tightly, trying to breathe through the intense burning pain that you felt below. You had never felt pain like this before and you were definitely never EVER doing this again. Fuck no.

Reid whispered quietly to you, “You’ve got this Y/N, you’re doing so well. I’m so so so proud of you. One more.”

Annie stood by, ready to place a towel on your tummy for when she was born. You’d been very explicit in the last fifteen minutes that you did not want any baby gunk on you, the doctor and the midwives laughing at you.

Dr Nicolas glanced at the monitor again.  "Okay Y/N… Last one.. The hard part is over. One more big push. Come on.“

You took a deep breath and pushed with all the energy and effort that you could, the pressure intense and horrific…. And then suddenly.. Nothing. Relief. Emptiness.

You heard a gasp from Spencer and opened your eyes to see a pink, slimy looking thing in the doctor’s hands.

Shit…..

A baby. Your baby.

Dr Nicolas stood, placing her on the towel that was quickly put on your chest.  You looked down in awe not quite knowing what to do.

“Does Dad want to cut the cord?”

Dad definitely did want to cut the cord, although you didn’t see him do it. You were too taken in by this little tiny creature that almost seemed to be clinging to you.

Annie reached for her, telling you they were just going to clean her up and weigh and measure her.

Almost as soon as she was removed from your chest, she started to cry. A high pitched squealing that sounded both glorious and horrifying all in one go. Reid sat back down next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders both of you too shocked to speak. The doctor continued to work between your legs, cleaning you up and changing the pads. You could barely feel the rest of the contractions now as the birthing process finalised.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N. So very proud.” Spencer pushed your matted hair back off your face, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“6lbs 7. Do we have a name picked out for this little cutie?” Annie asked.

“Saoirse….Saoirse Diana,” Spencer told her. Diana for both his Mother and your Grandmother, the one thing you’d shared.

“Aww how lovely. And the surname?” Her pen was poised ready to write out the tag that would go around her tiny ankle.

“Y/L/N - Reid,” Spencer spoke again looking at you for confirmation.

“Actually…. Just Reid.”

Annie smiled and nodded, writing out the tag.

“Really?” Spencer whispered to you.

“Really.”

“Okay Mom, we’re all done down here now. So if you want to shift up slightly and let Dad on the bed with you, then we can bring little Saoirse back over and you can both have a hold.” Dr Nicolas stood, bundling the soiled towels and sheets away with her as you made room for Spencer.

When you were both comfortable Annie came back over, the tiny bundle now wrapped up with a little pink hat on. You held your arms out awkwardly, Reid’s arm still around your shoulder tightly.

A wave of emotion hit you as she placed the tiny, almost doll like creature into your arms, Spencer gasping again as he got a closer look.

She was so warm and light…. And now that she was in your arms you didn’t want to let her go.

Spencer’s long fingers reached out, softly touching her face, stroking her chin before fingering the soft brown strands of hair that peeked out from under the little cap.
Her full lips pursed, her pink tongue poking out and you giggled, thinking how much like Reid she already was. You turned to him seeing he was doing the same thing.

“Spencer look…..”

“I am…. She’s so perfect Y/N…..I… I can’t believe I made that… We made that. Together.” His voice was croaky and you could hear the emotion in it and see his eyes welling up. A tear escaped from your own, travelling down your cheek.

Spencer turned to you, moving his hand and catching the tear before it fell.

“Thank you….. Thank you so much. I never…..I never thought I could feel this happy, this elated. Y/N, thank you.”

“You’re welcome ….. Spencer?”

“Hmm mm?”

“I kinda think I’m in love with you.” No time like the now right?

His hazel eyes now locked with yours.

“Kinda think?” he asked.

“Alright…. I am in love with you. I’m not sure when or how, but I am. In love with the father of my baby. Who knew right?”

He laughed. “I love you too Y/N. Weird how things work out isn’t it?”

“Very,” you agreed, before tilting your lips to his for a soft, sweet kiss.

Hearing a snuffle you both turned back to the baby snuggled in your arms, just sitting there watching her in contentment for a few minutes, enjoying the moment.

KNOCK KNOCK.

A face poked around the door, Penelope.

“Guys…. Can we come in? The doctor said it was okay.”

You looked at Reid and he nodded and you whispered for him to take Saoirse now, knowing that in a few minutes she’d probably be whipped away from both of you and it was only right that he had a proper hold first.

Penelope let out a quiet squeal, and opened the door, her and the rest of the team crowding around you both. Kate and Rossi placed your bags in the corner and joined them. Even Morgan was there, somehow convincing the doctors to let him come up.

“Spence, Y/N….. She’s beautiful,” JJ gushed, everyone else echoing her sentiments.

Aaron came and stood by your side. “How does it feel?”

“Still no less terrifying than it did all those months ago… But, it feels right, at least now it does.”

Spencer slid of the bed, baby in his arms and the biggest smile on his face, everyone clambering around him to look.

You held your arms up to Aaron for a hug which he returned quickly.

“Thank you, for everything Hotch. You’ve been there for me throughout and I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve been like my surrogate dad and I really hope you’ll continue doing that for us,” you whispered to him quietly, hearing him murmuring his congratulations in response before pulling away. Was that….. was that a tear in his eyes? Nooooo. It couldn’t be.

And yet it was. He smiled at you again before making his way over to Spencer to have a look at the baby he’d seen on screen and felt kick all those weeks ago.

“Guys what’s her name?” Kate asked.

“Yeah…. Did you ever solve the argument of her last name?” Morgan spoke.

“We did….. So welcome to the world… Saoirse Diana Reid.” You grinned seeing the expressions of happiness on the girls faces and the proud grins on the mens. 

It was only later when the team had gone home and Spencer was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room feeding Saoirse with a bottle, that you realised how truly happy you felt.

Maybe you weren’t going to be so bad at this after all.

And with Spencer by your side, you kinda felt like you could do anything.