he's so tall and pale and adorable and i love him

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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Chanyeol as your Roommate

Originally posted by parkchny

Request: Hi!!! Can you do Chanyeol as the roommate you got to share an apartment with for college? And you dont really know him yet, just on the day you guys move in OH and the course you’re doing is medicine, his is probably music haha thankssss

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy~! (p.s. i haven’t been to college before lmao so if some of this stuff is incorrect i sorry)


- as you walk into your new dorm you instantly notice the boy unpacking

- he’s v tol you can’t miss him

- he’d see you walk in and look a little confused until it clicked

- “ahh, you must be my roommate! i was just unpacking, but i can help you with your things if you need it.”

- and you’re like damn he tall and cute and nice how am i gonna do this pls help

- while you’re unpacking you’d get to know each other a little bit

- you learn his major is music and you physically feel your heart skip a beat

- what

- anyway he suggests that you both take turns making breakfast every morning so neither of you leave for class hungry

- “you can’t learn on an empty stomach~!”

- you keep catching yourself staring for wayyyyy longer than you meant to

- ‘stop it y/n this is your roommate don’t be cliché’

- you spend the rest of your first day unpacking, going over class schedules, and getting to know each other

- as time goes on you make other friends

- but chanyeol is highkey your best friend like ever

- when he gets the chance he walks to class with you

- literally forces food down your throat if you try to leave without eating

- reminds you to take care of yourself when you’re studying really hard

- ngl hearing him practice through the walls at night is the best thing

- ever

- his voice is just so soothing???????

- every time you compliment him on it tho he gets all blushy it’s adorable

- you’ve probably already stolen half of his wardrobe

- “y/n you can’t keep taking my sweaters”

- “but they’re so comfy and warmmmmm”

- “you have your own!”

- “it’s different

- you probably have to make him sleep as well because if you don’t he’d stay up all night composing

- basically you’re just each other’s parent

- e v e r y o n e ships it

- everyone.

- even the fucking professors ship it

- but somehow you’re both oblivious to it???

- anywho

- one day he’d tell you he’s going to a party and that he’d be back later that night

- ‘n you’re like okay cool don’t be an idiot i’ll leave the door unlocked

- he’d come home shit-faced drunk

- and chan is literally the worst drunk ever 

- he gets sarcastic and clingy af and just becomes such a baby

- and you, being both a med student and his best friend, get stuck caring for him

- “chanyeol you need to drink this water” 

- “no i need to drink your face”

- “what the hell does that even mean???”

- “what the hell does your face even mean?”

- istg he’s just the worst

- eventually you get the water and medicine down his throat and put him to bed

- but when you go to leave he pulls you into his chest and bear hugs you

- “cuddle with me.”

- your face becomes literally tomato red

- after fighting it and failing for a few minutes you just give in

- he’s so warm and you can feel your heart pounding

- then you quickly realized something you had been denying since day one 

- you loved him

- the next morning you woke up

- but chan was gone

- and the smell of pancakes filled your nose

- you’d wander into the kitchen to find a slightly pale chanyeol making breakfast

- “it’s my day today, is it not?”

- over breakfast he would apologize for the night before and if he made you uncomfortable

- but his words aren’t registering

- “chanyeol i love you”

- you and him both would gasp at the same time at your confession

- “i’m sorry… shit i shouldn’t have—”

- “i love you too, y/n”

- AKSLKSJAHDKFJAJASDFHL

- you’d walk to class holding hands

- everyone knew it

- they were not surprised

- and honestly nothing changed from before after you started dating

- just a lot more kisses and shit

- you really were already dating

- it just wasn’t official

- ugh my bias list

- i’m dead y’all are so cute

- goodbye


-Admin Yeonie

  • Shinoa: what is your type, Yuu-san?
  • Yuu: my type?
  • Shinoa: I'm talking about your type of girl, cherry boy!
  • Yuu: I don't have time for that sort of thing, Shinoa!
  • Shinoa: you can't lie to me~ I know you have a type
  • Yuu: tsk okay then let me think
  • Shinoa: *giggles* this will be fun
  • Yuu: *thoughtful* blondes, I guess
  • Shinoa: oh, like Mitsu-
  • Yuu: tall, strong
  • Shinoa: then-
  • Yuu: smart, nice, elegant
  • Shinoa: ...
  • Yuu: the prettiest shade of blue eyes
  • Shinoa: Yuu-
  • Yuu: or the prettiest shade of red-
  • Shinoa: you are just describing Mika-san
  • Yuu: pale skin...
  • Shinoa: yep, you're talking about Mikaela. I didn't know you were into him!
  • Yuu: what? No, I'm not into Mika! I was just thinking and he's- he's just adorable to look at! That's all
  • Shinoa: whatever you say
  • Yuu: it's the truth! What is your type then?
  • Shinoa: tsunderes with big boobs~!
  • Yuu: why am I not surprised?
  • Shinoa: at least I know who I'm into, unlike someone who seems to be in denial~
  • Yuu: I'm not in denial, I'm not in love with Mika!
  • Mika: *walks into the room* hey, what's going on in here?
  • Yuu: nothing, beautiful! I-I mean, Mika
  • Shinoa: wow that was so embarrassing. Good thing Mika is not your crush, right?
  • Yuu: OH MY GOD, SHUT UP
this isn’t how it ends (remus x reader)

Pairing: Remus x Reader headcanons 

Requested by the beautiful @pottergoldstein - I hope you like this sweet pea

so this is really long oops

  • You couldn’t pin point the exact moment when you realised you loved Remus Lupin 
  • But you knew that out of all the uncertainty that surrounded you
  • Your feelings for Remus were a solid truth
  • It all started in your third year
  • You were visiting a friend who had slid off their broomstick and plummeted through the air
  • They were still unconscious, lost in a dreamless sleep
  • But he was not
  • He was lying there, aching with pain, angry red gashes slicing his arms and chest, purple bruises blossoming beneath pale skin
  • You knew who he was, everyone knew the Marauders
  • And without his friends, Remus looked very lonely 
  • And something punctured your chest and forced you to walk over to his bedside
  • After introducing yourself, you and he began to talk
  • And you don’t know what made you do it, but you found yourself dipping your hand into your bag and pulling out your favorite book
  • “So you’re not alone,” you simply said, and with that, you gave him a smile and left
  • Your conversation with Remus followed you for the rest of the day like a shadow 
  • And at night, those eyes that sparkled with mischief and intellect haunted you until you thought you saw them peering into your dreams
  • The next day, you returned to the hospital wing with the hopes of seeing Remus
  • After his recovery, the two of you met up in the library and tucked yourselves away in the corner of the room, concealed by shelves of books and engulfed in deep and lengthy conversations
  • Your fellow Slytherins were unimpressed with your choice of friends
  • Because they knew that something wasn’t right with Remus 
  • But that didn’t bother you
  • Besides, you didn’t know who to trust anymore
  • But you knew you could trust Remus
  • Because he made you feel warm inside, like butterbear on a winters day
  • You began to adore his little quirks
  • How he spoke with his hands whenever he became passionate about topics he loved
  • And the way he perfumed the air around the two of you with the sweet, subtle scent of chocolate and cinnamon
  • It was around the end of third year that you began to get suspicious and you started asking him questions
  • You found ways to slide questions into the conversations discreetly, you disguised your words just so
  • Because you were very clever with words, a gift that was unique to you
  • But Remus, who had built up a barrier over the years, didn’t let you in
  • It was toward the end of your fourth year when you finally gave up and confronted him
  • You couldn’t miss the way he suddenly went rigid at your question
  • And the way his words seemed to freeze in his lungs
  • With a shaky breath, he rose from his spot on the floor and scanned the shelves for a book 
  • “What are you doing?” you asked him curtly, confusion and agitation rising in your chest
  • He didn’t answer
  • Instead, he pulled a dusty, old book from the shelf and placed it in your open hands
  • The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger was suddenly in your lap
  • “Page 394” he whispered, blinking back what looked like tears 
  • You turned to the page, still confused and irritated 
  • And then you read the title
  • Werewolves 
  • Suddenly, all confusion and irritation that had dwelled in your chest evaporated and guilt began to pour through the cracks in your ribcage
  • It all made sense 
  • “You’re a -”
  • When you looked up, he was gone
  • Remus avoided you for a week
  • And you didn’t hear from him for most of the summer
  • Until the last week of the holidays
  • When you received an owl carrying a square package
  • It was the book you had given Remus when you first met, your favourite book
  • This isn’t how it ends you said to yourself
  • So after the holidays ended
  • You marched straight up to Remus and pulled him away from his friends
  • You dragged him through the tall hallways until you reached the library
  • You shoved him into the corner
  • And you kissed him 
  • You kissed him so hard, you thought the air from you lungs had been sucked into a vacuum
  • And when he began to kiss you back, you knew
  • You were head over heels in love with Remus Lupin 
  • When you broke away, his expression looked dazed and hungry 
  • The taste of chocolate on your lips and your thundering heart in his hands
  • I don’t care that you’re a werewolf,” you breathed, “just don’t ever ignore me again,” 
  • “I’m sorry” he whispered, staring down at his feet
  • “I know,” you replied, at that, you kissed him again
  • That day, you gave your heart to a werewolf who you loved for all his cuts and scars
  • And that day, he finally felt like more than just a monster
  • He felt love  
  • And he knew he was finally home

bonus:

  • “Cough it up,” said Sirius from behind the bookshelf, beckoning James with an open palm “The deal was; five sickles if Remus and (Y/N) like each other,” 
  • “Well, we don’t know if they like each other,” said James, defensively, “They’re just…”
  • He peered around the corner and sighed. 
  • James gave Peter a desperate look for last-minute support, but all Wormtail could do was shrug. 
  • With another overdramatic sigh (which earned himself a face-splitting smirk from Sirius), James dipped his hands into his pockets and slapped the sickles into Sirius’s hands. 

Date Night

You were running around the bedroom after your shower, slipping on underwear, picking out dresses, blow drying your hair.

Pennywise was watching this all unfold, sitting on your bed as you prettied yourself up, spending a few hours on your make up, ridding your hair of any kinks using an iron.

“What are you doing (y/n)?” He asked, not really used to seeing you even bother with make up before.

“I have his thing my friend invited me to, I’m kinda third wheeling but I don’t really mind too much” You said under concentration of adding eyeliner.

“Third wheeling?” His face twisted in confusion.

“It’s when a person tags along with another couple because they don’t have a date or someone to hang out with them. When the numbers are odd” you say simply. He sat silently for a moment, processing the information. Then he finally spoke up again.

“Why not take me?” He asked, playing with beads from a necklace near by.

“Babe,” you started, looking over at him. With his ruffled dirty clown, while pale skin, unnatural look. It’s not that you were necessarily embarrassed of him, but he was literally the killer clown that would probably have angry mobs after him.

“Killer clown” you said to yourself, almost scoffing as you looking over at him, watching his “killer instincts”. snuggling into a pillow, looking a little offended over not being invited to a simple evening outing.

“Why do you want to go so bad? You said you didn’t even like the way (y/f) smelled” you turn back around, finishing off your make up and walking over to your closet.

“You could of at least mentioned it to me, you didn’t even ask if I wanted to go..” he said, pouting grumpily. You sighed, feeling bad about not bringing it up to him. But also, in what way would it be normal to take a 6'5 pale vintage clown to a formal dinner? As much as you loved him the way that he was, it would definitely be the elephant in the room. You sighed and smiled at his adorable pouts, finally saying “fuck it” to yourself.

“Would you like to join me to dinner my love?” You said after a few minutes of just watching him, he perked up almost immediately, a toothy smile spreading across his face. You were unsure about how going out with him would look, but before your eyes he had turned into a more “human” looking man. Tall, handsome, brown haired goof ball with Penny’s same blue eyes and wide grin.

“Shall we my darling?” He extended his hand towards yours, you still in a robe completely in aw of his human form.

“L-let me slip into my dress, yeah?”

——–

Later than night, you had showed up with Penny in his human costume. Girls turned heads when his large figure past tables, your friend seemed to almost completely avoid her date due to the admiration towards your dashing date.

“P-Penny was is? My my what a hunk” she would make jokes about it, and the guy next to her seemed jealous. But your favorite part of the entire night was how Penny would turn to you over nearly everything. Not only was he not used to being in public, but he also didn’t want to say something to upset you. He would crack his joke though, and you swore a giggle escaped from every girl in the room. He had caught everyone’s attention, but when you spoke with others, Penny would instead turn his head and admire you. He liked the tone of your voice and the elegance of the words you used to seem intelligent infront of people.

By the time the night had come to a close, you were exhausted. You sat in the back of a taxi leaning into Pennywise nearly falling asleep when you felt his lips atop of your head.

“How was I (y/n)?” His whisper interrupted the sound of traffic outside. You smiled and hummed a little. “Does that mean good or bad?” He whispered again.

“You were absolutely perfect” you said, eyes still closed, “but as soon as we’re back home, I want my Pennywise back.

"Don’t you like me like this better?” He asked, almost quieter as before. Your eyes opened as you pushed yourself up to face him.

“I think I fell in love with a clown, not a regular person. I like this look, but whoever I intend of holding tonight is my clown, yeah?” You said, pinching his cheeks slightly. He nodded, a bit of color coming to his cheeks as you leaned back into him again. “No more clowning around and get back to being my clown” You smirked at your oh-so clever line and kinda dozed off the rest of the ride in his chest.

//////

First off shout out to @fuck-the-clown

Second off, I gotta say I’m so grateful you guys allow me to write these things down and allow me to express myself. Gotta be free to be weird somewhere :-)

Lastly, if you don’t like what I write then don’t fucking read it.

Thank you guys so much for liking my last story, it really encouraged me to post this one. Love you guys, I’m signing off now, but have a great day! (Or Night) 🖖🏼

Tipsy🍺

Summary: You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.

Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.

Author’s note: I know this has been long overdue😭,

also thank you so so so much for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me on my imagines, it means a lot.❤❤❤As always feedback is much appreciated!

Warnings: insecurities, language, Steve being a hot ass mess


Steve rogers is a ladies man.

Well kind of a ladies man…The ladies came to him, he didn’t come to the ladies.

Two years ago you helped put the Avengers team back together and then joined it.

Three months after joining the team you realized you had a crush on Steve Rogers.

Nine months later you were in love with him.

A year ago Steve dated Sharon Carter for four months. And has been a ladies man  ever since.

“Damn he’s making a second round already?” Sam mutters under his breath. Bucky muffles a snort. You’re sitting at the kitchen countertop on a tall stool with Bucky and Sam on either side of you. The three of you are currently watching Candice “just call me Candy” Martin run her glossy pink nails up and down Steve’s arm. Steve’s blushing, but he doesn’t stop her. That’s the thing about Steve. He never makes the first move. The girls come on to him and he just blushes in that adorable Steve Rogers way of his and allows it to happen. Then he asks them out and of course they accept- he’s Captain America. You never knew women to be so forward until you had met Steve. They competed with each other for his attention and seemed to relish it.

First there was Candice Martin, the pretty pale and freckled redheaded agent.

Then Freja Hosk, the tall intimidatingly beautiful, Swedish ice blond medic.

Then Paisley Fisk, the gorgeous SHEILD scientist, blessed with flawless dark skin, deep dimples, plush full lips, and waist length braids.

After her there was Biyu Zhou the stunning Chinese agent, graced with an amazing body and a pretty face that always seemed to be flirting with you.

And these were the ones that Steve went on multiple dates with. There was no counting the amount of women he’d only gone out with one time. He’d seemed to have gone through the whole building.

Now it seemed to be back to Candice. You watch Candice give Steve’s arm a lingering squeeze before leaving the kitchen. Your heart twists and you look down at your cereal. You hate feeling this way. Especially for someone who would never feel the same way about you. You and Steve are close friends; you could even call him your best friend, after Sam. But to him you’re just one of the guys.

‘One of the guys’ ….you hate that expression. Because it’s always described you.

You’re not even lucky enough to be one of those cool ‘one of the guys’ girls, the ones that understand men and eventually have one of their guy friends falling for them. No. You’re just one of the guys because guys don’t even consider you a sexual option.

Steve calls you ‘buddy’ for pete’s sake.

Steve wanders over to the kitchen counter and pulls up a stool next to Bucky.

“Let me guess, hot date this Friday?” Sam asks.

“Yeah” Steve answers, stealing a blueberry from Bucky’s plate. Bucky halfheartedly swats Steve’s hand away.

“Man even I wasn’t getting this much action in my heyday,” Bucky chuckles. He reaches out and thumps Steve on the back. “Who woudda thought that Stevie turned out to be the biggest lady killer of ‘em all”

Steve shakes his head, and swipes Bucky’s coffee mug, draining it in one gulp. Amid Bucky’s protests Tony walks into the kitchen. His hair is sticking in all different directions and he has that crazy ‘I haven’t slept in 24 hours’ look in his eye. For about a week him and Banner have been hole-ing themselves in the lab with a few choice SHEILD scientists working on some secret ‘important project’.

“Rough night Tony?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,” Tony walks over to the other counter and pours himself a cup of coffee. “And not the good type of rough either.”

“But, even genius comes out of my roadblocks.” Tony sighs holding his mug in his hands and inhaling the coffee’s aroma .

“So you finally finished the project?” you ask.

“Nope.” Tony answers “But while I was trying to work on the project I got to thinking about Cap’s problem…well one of his many problems.” Tony chuckles to himself at his, and pulls something out of his pocket and tosses it at Steve. “And of course being the humanitarian I am, I solved it.”

“What’s this?” Steve turns what looks like a silver flask over in his hands.

“Next time you want to relax, try cracking this open with ice princess over here on a Saturday night. If it works properly you two finally won’t be the only sober ones on our poker nights.”

“Uh, thanks Tony,” Steve says hesitantly, tucking the flask away, but you know he’s happy. Steve’s confided in you many times that he wishes he just could let go, just not think about the fate of the world or what everyone wants him to be for once. He smiles at Tony and Tony flashes a smile back.

“No problem.” He downs the rest of his coffee and pops a piece of chewing gum. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m supposed to get brunch with Ms. Paisley Fisk,” Tony’s grin stretches from ear to ear.

“Never seen you so excited about brunch Tony,” You observe, taking a bite of your cereal.

“Brunch? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about brunch. Now Paisley Fisk on the other hand…?” He gives a low whistle “I mean have you seen her?….And have you seen those knocke-”

You roll your eyes “Alright Tony, we get that you’re a dog. Move along” You interrupt him. Tony smirks and heads out the door.

“Did he just lick his lips?” You ask, but Sam’s too busy collecting the dirty dishes and Steve and Bucky are hunched together, probably discussing the flask, so you don’t get an answer. You sigh and head out, deciding to get some paperwork and training in so you don’t just lounge around all day. As you head down the hallway, a thought strikes you. Not once has Tony Stark, the famous playboy who would flirt with anything female with a pulse, flirted with you. Not one sly remark, cheesy pickup line or cheeky comment.

Damn I really must be ugly’ you think to yourself.  Heavy footsteps jogging behind you interrupt your thoughts.

“Hey,” Steve says catching up to you, giving you that dazzling smile of his.

“Hey” you respond, smiling back.

“We still on for movie night?” he asks

“Of course, I have three picked for you today,”

“Are the going to be as bad as the last ones?” Steve rolls his eyes.

You gasp in mock horror. “Steve Rogers. My movie choices aren’t bad.”

Steve pretends to think “Okay maybe one of them wasn’t bad.” You guys reach the training room. You push open the glass doors and enter.

“Was it the one that made you cry?”

Steve wraps his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you off the ground. He starts to muss up your hair. “Take that back! I just had something in my eye.”

“No! I’m telling the truth!” you screech, laughing. Steve starts to tickle you and you squirm. “Stop! Put me down!”

“Oh okay,” he says and makes as if to drop you, making you screech and cling to him. Your stomach hurts from laughing.

“Steve?” A high pitched voice cuts through your happy haze. It’s Candice “Could you spar with me a bit?” Steve puts you down, and you prepare to mask your expression, to smile and say you’ll catch him later, but when you look up he’s already walked away.


That Friday night starts out as usual. You hole yourself up in your room so you don’t have to see Steve getting ready to pick up Candice for their date. But today you don’t even have Sam to keep you from slipping into sadness because he’s out with his girl tonight too.

So you sit and stew .

Listen to sad music and cry.

Watch a sad movie that make your heart hurt.

Eat pizza and ice-cream and stew.

Look at pictures of Steve on your phone.

Zoom in on his biceps and cry.

And then you start thinking about how Candice is probably running her fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him. He’s probably wrapping his arms around her waist, and then you start thinking about how he’ll never touch you like that- he’ll never want to touch you like that. How nobody ever does- and then you decide it’s time to put yourself to bed.

 But you just lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling, thinking about all the beautiful women he’s dated and start comparing yourself.  You wish you could be pretty like them. Take their beauty and wear it like a mask- after all how else would  anyone ever notice you? You wish for once someone would see you, actually see the whole you and want you.

Just as your eyes are about to start watering your door shakes. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in. Reacting quickly, you grab your pistol from your dresser and approach the door. The door handle continues to jiggle.

Your mind boggles at who it could be, after all, what intruder would be this loud? And the compound is practically impenetrable, how would they have not set off any alarms? Still, your heart rate rises as you look through the peephole. When you spy a familiar head of blonde hair you huff and put away your pistol and open the door.

“Steve? Wha-“ Steve barrels past you, flicking on the lights and kicking off his shoes. He sways slightly, and turns towards you. You catch the strong scent of something then, like alcohol, but slightly off. He says your name, surprised.

“Wha-wha are ya doing in my room?” He says

“Steve this isn’t-“ you start, but Steve walks up to you and puts a finger to your lips.

“Shh- iss okay, ya can stay” he slurs slightly, and sits on your bed.

“Steve are you drunk?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve giggles “Ya, To-nyyy’s stuff actually worked” he sing-songs Tony’s name. “I feel great” He says laying back.

You hold back a smile, and then a terrible thought crosses your mind. “Steve, where’s Bucky?”

“Oh don’t worry, old Buck’s in his room. Out lika light” Steve snorts “Lightweight.”

You shake your head, wondering what you’re going to do with him, when the sound of movement on the bed makes you look up. Steve’s already stripped off his shirt and is working on his pants. You want to say something- you should stay something, but you’re too distracted by the flexing of his abdominals as he peels off his jeans.

“Steve” You hiss, you don’t think you can say much else. Not when every muscle in his body is standing out in sharp relief.

Steve looks up and smiles widely at you, patting the place next to him. Steve really must be gone. Normally he would be three shades of red if you even mentioned seeing him shirtless. You hesitate for a moment before crawling next to him.  He wraps a well muscled arm around you and pulls you close. It feels so nice you don’t even mind the stink of alcohol on his breath

“So” you scramble for something to say. “How was your date?”

“Terrible,”

“Oh really?” you ask. You decide to try to fish details out of him. “Candice is very beautiful”

“Yeah not really my type.” Steve snorts.

“Oh?” your fingers decide to do their own thing and start tracing the ridges in his forearm. “What’s you type then?”

Steve’s silent for such a long time you start to think he’s fallen asleep. But then his fingers grasp your face, squishing your cheeks together. He looks down at you, and his big blue eyes look like languid pools of water.

“You. This beautiful face of yours.” He replies. Your heart pounds and you will it to stop. He’s drunk. In the morning he won’t even look at you let alone want you.

“Stop playing Steve,” You turn and start scooting away.

“I’m noooot” he whines, and hooks an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. You try to squirm away but he’s got you in an iron grip “You’re so beautiful Y/n” His large calloused hand caresses your face sloppily.

“Oh really?” you say, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“’cause ya won’t let me.” You feel lips at press at the back of your neck, and you have to stop yourself from squeaking “Come’on y/n….just give me a chance… just one chance. I promise I won’t mess it up. I’ll tell ya that you’re beautiful every day…” He kisses your earlobe and sets your skin on fire “I’ll treat you right. I promiiisee. Why won’t you give me a chance?” his voice turns whiney again. He’s suddenly too close, too much and you squirm out of his embrace. He makes a hurt noise in the back of his throat and you hush him, turning off the lights.

“Let’s go to bed Steve.”

“Ooh I like the sound of that,”

“If you don’t shut up…” You snap, feeling your way to the bed. Once you’re under the covers Steve locks you in his embrace again, almost crushing you. You lay on his chest, his warmth enveloping you, your mind racing a mile a minute. Then Steve’s hand slides up your body and starts rubbing your back and you slip off into sleep.


When you wake up Steve’s gone. Your heart drops, but after laying in bed for a bit you decide to confront him. You pull on your favorite pair of high waisted jeans and an over-sized cropped sweater. You look at yourself in the mirror. ‘At least I can look good while getting rejected.’ You head into the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of a busted looking Bucky being served breakfast by Sam. You pause for a moment to scoop a muffin from the box on the counter and to admire the architecture of Bucky’s hair, half of which is standing straight up, the other half is at a 90 degree angle.

“So I take it Stark’s concoction worked?” Sam asks, arranging pancakes on a plate. Both of their backs are to you, Bucky sitting at the kitchen counter, Sam in front of the stove top.

“Yeah,” Bucky says, voice rough, “Who woudda thought Stark could make that good stuff?”

Sam chuckles “So you and Rogers have a good time last night?”

“Ya, well until Steve started getting whiney.” Bucky snorts.

“What?”

“Buck, why doesn’t y/n like me? She’s so pretty Buck I can’t take it, why doesn’t she liiike me?” Bucky mocks Steve’s voice. “After that I decided to go bed. I get enough y/n talk when I’m sober.”

“Really?” Sam pries, and you smile, Sam knew about your little crush, and like a true friend was fishing for more information.

“Yeah, he’s such a wimp, I always tell him just to make a move-“ Bucky cuts him self off “Sam ya better not tell y/n about this…I swear”

Sam turns around, pancakes in hand “Don’t worry-“ He looks up and meets your gaze “I won’t have to” he laughs. Bucky looks up at Sam and then turns around. He groans.

“Y/n, how long have you been?- Actually nevamind, obviously  long enough. Just do me a favor and don’t tell Steve about this? He’s an absolute madman when it comes to you….” Bucky grumbles, pulling his hood over his head.

“a… madman?” You ask walking up to the counter.

Bucky snorts. “Yeah he practically beat Stark’s ass after he overhead him saying something slick ‘bout ya.”

You lock eyes with Sam. “Go get him tiger.” Sam smiles at you. You wipe your palms on your jeans and turn to head out.

“Word ta the wise, check the roof.” Bucky calls out after you.

You find Steve sitting on the roof, staring off into the distance. His hair is still messy but he’s wearing a clean white button down shirt, and tan pants with those suspenders you always secretly find adorable on him.

“Steve?” you call out hesitantly “Can we talk?”

Steve’s head whips around and his eyes widen. He then massages his temples with a groan. He must be suffering from quite the hangover.

“You don’t have to say it y/n, let’s just forget last night ever happened.” Your heart beats faster and you gather up the last of your courage before it completely slips away.

“Steve-what you said…did you mean it?”

Steve groans again, dropping his head into his hands.

Yes.” He says quietly.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me Steve?”

“Why should I have?” he gives a defeated chuckle. “Ya already rejected me,”

“What?” Your mouth drops in disbelief and you walk up and stand next to Steve, looking down at him “When? When did you even ask me out?”

Steve looks up at you “What do you mean? I tried after every upstate training session.”

Your eyes squint as you think back. A little over a year ago the team met upstate for a four days to train at this specialized facility and test out new weapons. You think back some more.

“You just asked me to ‘hang out’ after those sessions.” You say incredulously, “Not on a date”

“But that’s how people date nowadays.” Steve looks confused.

You laugh “No, not really. And anyways after those training sessions I was so  disgusting that the last thing I wanted to do was go get ice-cream and marinate in my own sweat  for a few hours”

“But all tha other girls took ‘hanging out’ ta mean a date” Steve looks even more confused.

“I guess nowadays ‘hanging out’ can imply a date, but most of the time it still just means hanging out. At least to me” you mutter the last part “Where’d you get this idea from anyway?”

Steve’s ears turn pink “Uh Bucky”

You eyes practically roll out of your head “Steve! You know he only thing Bucky knows about dating is from those stupid teen drama shows he’s obsessed with.”

Steve’s face turns bright red “I’ll have ya know Bucky was quite good with the ladies.”

You can’t help but to burst out laughing. After you calm down you sit down next to Steve. “You going to Bucky for advice on dating is like the blind leading the blind”

Steve chuckles, wiping a hand down his face. After a moment you pause.

“Steve, why’d you practically date the whole building instead of just telling me.”

“I dunno. I guess I just thought you’d already rejected me so I didn’t want to push the issue, and still wanted to be your friend. So I just thought I’d try to find someone else…” he turns his head and looks at you “But damn it Y/n it’s impossible to find someone who even comes close to ya…” His gaze takes your breath away so it takes a moment for you to respond.

“I guess that’s a good thing then…cause I feel the same way about you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah” you laugh and you feel like you’re flying because all the baggage, all the pain is starting to unload. “And if you hadn’t been so dumb and listened to Bucky you would have known a long time ago.”

Steve smiles widely and wraps an arm around you, the other hand caressing your face.

“So. You wanna go on a date with me?”

“Yeah” You pretend to consider it, and then lay your head on his shoulder “Sounds a lot better then just hanging out.”


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Picking Daisies, Picking People

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Pastel!Dan/Punk!Phil

Word Count: 1100

Summary: Dan has an obsessions with flowers. Phil can’t understand it. And so, Dan plans to explain in only the best way possible. 

Author Note: Shoutout to @pantsudan for the incredibly sweet prompt

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Mercy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: being in love with Stiles for ages but he never notices, until one day, after a run away from a party, he tells you how he feels about you and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUTTY (oh yeah) SIN, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing and sex. Little bits of fluff.

Word Count: 3336


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Lead Role (Phan Smut)

Summary: Pastel!Dan get’s the role in the school’s production of Alice in Wonderland and Punk!Phil shows him just how proud he is.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy!Kink, no specified ages but Dan is younger and they’re in HS. 

A/N - Send in prompts guys! i enjoy smut on occasion but i definitely prefer to write fluff, idk why<3

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Introduction to; BTS!

Disclaimer; This is my first time doing an ‘introduction’ to a group post, so I hope you enjoy it and if you don’t already know who BTS is, I hope it helps a lot!

Meet BTS // Bangtan Boys // 방탄소년단! (Bangtan Sonyeondan - Bulletproof Boy Scouts)

(Back row, left to right; Jungkook, RapMonster, J-HOPE, Jin)

(Front Row, left to right; V, Suga, Jimin)

BTS are a 7 member boy group under BigHit Entertainment. They first debuted on June 13 2013 with their debut single No More Dream (we’ll get into their songs and MV’s later so bare with!) BTS fandom name is A.R.M.Y ( Adorable Representative M.C for Youth)

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Every Road (1)  (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1144

Warnings: Angst, fuffly and other sad things.

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Originally posted by thaisiensen-blog

The universe decided to give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you could give them the same.

One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.

It wasn’t painful, was more like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to look right away, you feel that something changed but you can’t say if it was something good or not.

You keep staring at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or out with his friends.

 You take off your robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B  03.10.1917 on your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your soulmate but he was a really old guy.

You start crying not knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.

You stayed in your bed for hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like cheap sex  “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right thing.”

“Did you ever sleep with her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you, you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did, here take this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat thinking about what you are doing next.

You start driving; you don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road. You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you that he can still see anything with the old age.

You start to drink, but nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and looks dangerous.

He has beautiful dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose “Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”

He blushes at your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.” You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed the process.”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”

“What a hero.” You say sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about what is bothering you?”  You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask “Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”

“You look like you need a friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side “I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”

You smile sadly at him “Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel? We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that person is or what they done.”

He puts his hands on yours, you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person who will… complete you and love you no matter what.” 

A few tears scape from your eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”

You shake your head, so he asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What kind of name is this?”

“Oh no, doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”

“That’s not possible; you are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.

“Sorry, I just can’t, James… not right now.”

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Our Little Family

Words: 11,878

Summary: Dan and Phil have been dating for two months, and have been inseparable since they met. Which is why Phil gets a surprise one day when he comes to Dan’s house to surprise him with flowers, and the door is answered by a brown eyed, curly haired 6 year old called Winnie Howell.

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Fluff, Parent!Phan

They had grown so close already, in his mind they talked about anything and told each other everything. That’s why Phil was extremely surprised when he dropped by Dan’s apartment on this quiet Saturday afternoon to bring him flowers, and it wasn’t Dan that answered the door. Instead, he looked down to see a small, curly haired, brunette boy with huge brown eyes looking up at him.

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happy hearts

I know everyone and their mother has an angsty Viktor backstory, but what if we just…didn’t?

Big thanks go out to @kevystel and @cafecliche for letting me yell about this at them all the dang time. 

*This isn’t to dismiss anyone else’s love of angsty hcs, but when in doubt, I want Viktor to have grown up loved. It’s totally possible to be a highly functioning athlete who is also depressed and miserable. Distance is real. Loneliness is real. You can have the best family and friend network in the world and still struggle with these things. kevystel and I have both mentioned that one of our favorite things about YOI’s portrayal of mental illness is that it shows you don’t have to have a traumatic backstory that Gave You Problems. Sometimes they just Are.

And sometimes I just need to imagine some fluff. Just let this boy be as happy and creative and loved as much as his heart demands.

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Yellow Light

Originally posted by expectante

Pairing: Loki X (frost elemental-Inhuman) Reader
Word Count: 3500
Warnings: Precious touch starved babies

Inspired and elaborated from this headcanon prompt, also this song cause I love this song pertaining anything to Loki

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Your abilities of ice and snow have never entirely been within your control. Skin so cold it freezes anything it touches, you’ve been left alone and craving a connection as any Inhuman would, finding the end of your forced seclusion not from a friend like you always imagined, but an enemy.


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Bienvenido

Originally posted by happilydeepestlady


Summary: Y/N Atkins returns from Puerto Rico and all eyes are on her in Liberty High School.

Paring(s): Jeff Atkins x sister!Reader, Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader, Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: N/A

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1094

A/N I have no idea how this happened, it was supposed to be a Monty x Reader.  I started this after my first imagine because I thought it would take long for requests to come in and I just finished it.

News traveled around school fairly quick about the new student transferring from Puerto Rico.  While everyone was taking guessing on whether the student was female or male, your year older brother, Jeff, was waiting happily for you to step out of your plane and into the rowdy terminal.  You left the summer before eighth grade simply because you wanted to visit family and here you are, returning in the middle of sophomore year.  With a bunch of begging to your parents, Jeff took the day off from school to pick you up and spend the day with you.

Now, over the years, you would say you changed seeing as middle school was hitting puberty and high school was growing on it.  When you left, you were short, not pale but not exactly Jeff’s skin tone.  However now, your skin and hair were glowing, you have grown at least 6 inches and you were a lot more curvy.  Although your brother loved you to death, he didn’t love the fact that your outfit complimented your body a little too much and that a few immature teenage boys were gawking at you like a piece of meat.

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3 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU

WORD COUNT: 3,202

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST,

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The loud sounds of city traffic pulled you into consciousness, your head was pounding with presumably a hangover headache as you rolled over on the cotton white sheets to check the time on your phone.

09.51 AM

Good job Jungkook had given you the day off.

Looking over to the chipped wood dresser your heart fluttered in your chest, before shattering into a thousand pieces again, causing you to gasp for air as you walked towards it. How could a single tiny black box have you feeling so horrible? Opening it up your eyes welled up with heartbroken tears, last night you’d told him that you’d think about it, and since then thinking was all you could do.
A few months ago Taehyung’s grandmothers ring was all you could ever want, it was the most beautiful piece of jewellery you’d ever seen. But now it was nothing but a reminder of what he’d done, did he think a ring would make you forget about the betrayal you felt?

Suddenly three loud knocks on the front door startled you, thinking quickly you shoved the ring box into a drawer before answering the door. Belle was always forgetting something on her way out to work.

“What did you leave this time?” You snorted as you opened the door, shock enveloping your entire body when you caught a glimpse of the man in front of you.

“Which rooms yours?” Jungkook asked, his naked biceps tightening and hardening as he picked up an impossible number of boxes from the floor.

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Colors {Michael Mell x Reader}

request: anonymous asked:Can I request one of those soul mate aus with when they lock eyes or touch or something like that they finally see color? Michael x reader? Also your blog is amazing love you!

THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY

warnings: bullying, swearing, cute shit

word count: 2555



The world that you lived in was a very strange one. Devoid of color and aching to be loved, maybe people were desperate to find their soulmate, so that they could be allowed to see the incredible, beautiful world that awaited those in love.

You, however, were afraid.

Your shades of grey were familiar. The smokiness of your favorite sweater, the slate of your eyes, the silveriness of your hair - all of it was going to change someday. What if you didn’t like it?

From what you’d heard of the greatness of love, though, it might be worth it. So what if your entire world changes? Does it really matter anyway?

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nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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It’s been a bad day

In case anyone has been having a bad day!

Originally posted by hotmessharry

It’s been a bad day. You didn’t want to talk about it. All you wanted to do was go home and hide away from the world in the comfort of your bed. You were feeling overwhelmed with school work. The semester was about to end so you have so much work piling on top of you. Some stranger accidentally spilled coffee on you. You had to walk home in the rain from the train station to your apartment. 

By the time you got to your building, you were drenched from head to toe. You walk up to your floor, your wet shoes squeaking against the floor. When you got to your door, you put your hand the knob and turn to see that it’s already been opened. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, worried that someone might’ve been broke in. You cautiously open your door and step inside.

 The sound of music coming from your stereo fills the room and the smell of something being cooked in kitchen is inhaled through your nose. You walk over to the kitchen and you see a tall body standing in front of the stove, wiggling their hips to the music and your lips instantly pull up into a smile at the sight of your boyfriend. You didn’t know he was back in town.

You slowly walk up behind him, wrapping yours around him from behind causing him to jump in surprise. 

“Oi!” He shouts, body tensing before relaxing when he recognizes who it was. “Yeh scared me, pet.” 

You don’t say anything, nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades, inhaling his musky scent. He smelled like home. You feel him rest his hands atop of yours on his stomach. He then brings it up to his lips, pressing a few kisses against your palm.

He immediately knew it hadn’t been a good day. Usually when you see him after a few days, you jump on top of him with joy and pepper his face with kisses but today, you stand silently behind him with your arms wrapped around his chest.

You both stand in silence, Harry giving you the peaceful quietness that you need. He turns the dial of the stove on low heat before turning around and cupping your face in his hands. Your sad and tired eyes meet his pale green ones.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asks, gazing at your face. He takes in the deep purple bags underneath your eyes and knitted brows that created stress lines which he smooths out with his thumb. He notices the slight breakout on your face, usually which occurs when you’re stressed.

He feels you hug his chest, your head resting into the crook of his neck. He kisses your head, wrapping his arms around your back and rubbing it in a soothing manner. You shut your eyes, feeling relaxed in the comfort of your boyfriend’s strong arms.

“Just been a bad day,” You mumble, voice muffled when you speak into the crook of his neck. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back till Thursday.” 

Harry sighs, swaying you both. “Thought I’d surprise m’girl. Missed yeh, pet.”

You kiss neck, “Missed you too.” 

He pulls you back by the neck, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and you sigh contently at the feeling of his hands stroking your hair. 

“Look so exhausted, love. Haven’ been sleeping ‘nough hm?” He asks, rubbing underneath your eyes. 

You shake your head, grabbing his hand to hold in yours. You intertwine your fingers with his ring clad ones. He glances down at them before looking back up at your tired face.

“Just been tired from school,” You sigh. 

He nods, turning to the stove for moment to turn it off. He then faces you again, wrapping his arms around your back. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his warm skin. You feel his hands trail down your sides and over your bum (in a non sexual way) and to the back of your thighs. He pats your thighs, signaling you to jump so you can wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Le’s take a bath to relax hm? Yeh smell like coffee,” He chuckles.

You sigh, pulling your head back to look at him. “Some asshole spilled his coffee all over me. Didn’t even apologize for it,” You say bitterly, playing with the hair at the nape of neck as he carries you to your bedroom.

Harry pouts, kissing your nose, “If I were you, I would’ve told ‘im off. Teach ‘im some manners,” He says.

You snort, twirling his hair around your finger, “No you wouldn’t. You’d probably be the one apologizing to him instead,” You emphasize, knowing how polite your boyfriend was. The guy tripped over a dog once and apologized to it. 

He playfully glares at you, biting the tip of your nose and you squirm away, scrunching up your face. He chuckles, tightening his hold under your thighs.

When you both reach the bathroom, you move your arm from his neck to flick on the light. He pecks you on the lips before setting you down on the sink. You feel him let go of your body and watch him as he crouches down beneath your sink to grab a rose scented bath bomb. He turns on the water, sticking his hand in to feel the perfect temperature. 

You watch him with a smile on your face when you see him turn off the faucet and throw in the bath bomb to let it dissolve. Until then, he turns back around to walk towards you. He notices the small smile on your face and he gives a grin of his own. He puts his hands on your thighs as you hook your fingers underneath his shirt to drag it up his torso. When his bare chest is revealed, you lean forward to kiss chest as he puts his hands on your thighs. 

You drag your lips over his tattooed chest before brushing it against his neck. You reach his natural pink lips and immediately press yours against his. He grunts in surprise, cupping your face in his hands as he responds to the kiss. 

You were so happy he was back. He’d been away for a few days due to some shows and you’d been missing him ever since. These last few days had been stressful and tiring and you didn’t have him to calm you down. But now that he’s hear, you felt like crying because you were so happy and you knew he was going to take care of you. You knew he doesn’t like seeing you overwork yourself.

You pull back from the his lips, breathing against his lips. You look up at his beautiful pale green eyes, seeing them stare down at you with adoration. He pecks your lips once more before pulling himself back to remove your own wet shirt from your body. He unbuttons your jeans and you lift your hips, holding his shoulders as he tugs down them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You jump down from the counter and put your hand on his waist that was still covered with his skin tight jeans. You unlatch his belt and pull down his jeans, bending down to get it past his knees. You feel him move your hair to one side as he unclasps your bra, your chest immediately feeling lighter. Once he’s removed from his jeans and you’re bra meets the floor, you both stand bare. 

He offers you a hand which you gladly take, slotting your fingers through his and bringing them up to your lips to kiss them. He turns his head to give you a smile for the gesture. He lets go of your hand, sitting in the tub first with his legs apart. He grabs your hand again, helping you sit between his legs.

You immediately groan, loving the feeling of the warm water against your skin. You feel your body start to relax as Harry wraps his arms underneath your breasts. You press your back against his chest as you shut your eyes and let your head rest on his shoulder, letting the water soak into your skin.

He presses his lips against your neck before sliding his hands up your body. He puts hands against your shoulders and dings his thumbs into your shoulder blades, undoing the knots in your back. You moan at the feeling, causing him to chuckle. 

“S’tha’ feel nice, pet?” He asks even though he already knows your answer from the sounds you’re making. 

“Mhm,” You hum. “I’m so glad you came. Already made my day a bit better.” You tell him, making him smile in happiness.

“Tha’s probably the nicest thing yeh’ve ever said t’ me,” He chuckles and you lightly elbow his stomach. 

He groans in exaggeration, “S’not even been an hour an’ yeh’re already abusin’ me.”

You snort, turning your head to kiss the scar beneath his chin, “You love the pain.” 

Harry smirks, “Sure do, baby.”

“Idiot,” You say but smile nonetheless.


After taking a bath and eating the nice dinner Harry made, you both snuggle up on the couch watching a show on Netflix. You’re curled up against his side, cocooned in a soft, warm blanket. He lays in front of you, allowing your back against the couch because he doesn’t want you to fall. You nestle your head on his chest while he massages your scalp with his hand while the other trails down your back. Every now and then, he presses a kiss to your face, sometimes your eyelid or your nose. You would smile at the gesture and kiss his jawbone, your hands tracing patterns on his chest. Your sock clad feet are tangled at the end of the couch. 

You feel his chest rumble when he laughs, causing you to smile and look up at him because you loved the sound of his laugh and it always brings an involuntary smile on your lips. You put your hand on the side of his face, turning his head to look at you. He looks at you with curious eyes, angling his head down to look a you, his small double chin making an appearance. You smile at him, leaning forward to kiss his soft lips. He grins against your lips as you tangle your hands in his hair.

You pull back slightly, mumbling against his lips, “Love you.”

He tightens his grip on your body, “Love yeh too.”


I hope you guys liked it! Possibly posting a smutty one later! Thanks for reading xx

JD x Reader - Nightmares (FLUFF)

WC: ?

Requested: Yes! By @take-a-look-the-invisible-girl ((I hope this is okay! By all means, tell me if it isn’t. I’ll gladly fix it!))

Summary: the reader has been having awful nightmares and it leads to one bad school day and a whole lot of fluff!

Warnings: swearing, alluding to murder (is that even a warning??)

(S/n) = school name
(Y/b/n) = your bully’s name

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Blood. There was blood everywhere you looked, running red rivers turned into oceans. At your feet, the cold and stiff hand of your mother had fallen. Just moments ago, you had watched her scream and beg for her life. You tried to run towards her, to save her. But your feet were planted forcefully to the spot, ensuring you could see as the tall black figure plunged a knife into her neck. Her pale and lifeless eyes gazed up at you, her mouth hung open in terror.

Without warning, her corpse unleashed an ungodly screech, jolting you out of your nightmare.

Sweat poured from your body as you peeled your pyjama top off of you and sighed. This was the 4th nightmare of the week and it was only Wednesday. You just couldn’t do it anymore. Every night and nap, without fail, you were forced to watch as everyone you loved was slaughtered right before your eyes. Your mother, your father, your sibling and even your boyfriend.

The cruel face of the alarm clock read 3:52am. The red numbers blinked at you furiously, angry at your presence. Maybe JD would be awake right now…

To: JD🖤
From: (y/n/n)💙
You awake..? X

You hovered over the send button for a while before deciding against it. He’d probably just get mad…

‘Fuck it’, you though. If the nightmares wouldn’t stop, you’d just stop sleeping. Tying your (h/l) (h/c) up in a messy ponytail, you pull out a book and begin to read until the sun came up.

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Arriving at (s/n), you’re greeted by the usual smirk of your boyfriend, Jason 'JD’ Dean. In his hand, a blue raspberry slushee cup.
“Care for a hit?” He asked you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “You look like you could use it.”
Glaring slightly, you take the cup and drink fast, causing a searing cold to tear through your mind like a blade.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, making JD chuckle.
“Did you sleep at all, (y/n/n)?” He asks, sarcasm dripping from his blue tongue.
“Did you?” You quip back, hoping to turn the conversation around. He doesn’t need to know, you think.
“Not at all, actually. I was… busy.” He replies with an air of caution in his voice. You cock your head with confusion, like a lost puppy, but shrug it off.

Walking down the halls was weird. Blame it on sleep loss but something felt different. As though somebody was missing… It took about an hour or so but eventually, it clicked. (Y/b/n) wasn’t there! You asked around but nobody seemed to know. Apparently they’re sick? Something about that didn’t sound quite right. But your mind was too foggy with sleep deprivation to care too much.

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Days without sleep turned to weeks and each day, your brain became foggier. (Y/b/n) had yet to return to school and an investigation was now underway. You prayed they wouldn’t call on you for a statement, knowing that no coherent words would form from your lips. As luck would have it, you had only had to face 2 tests in the last three weeks, both of which you failed pitifully. It was getting bad… Noticeably so.

JD had been trying incredibly hard to find out what was wrong with you but you kept your mouth shut tight.
He doesn’t need to know.
He began to wonder if someone was bullying you and became extremely intent on finding out who. When his searches came up empty, he was frantic.
“Who is it? You’ve GOT to tell me! Is it Jack? Katie? Betty?” He was jumping up and down in the hallway, trench coat swinging as he went. To you, he looked hilarious but adorable. Like a dog with a bone, he kept throwing out names in hopes of a reaction.

As you walked, the hallway began to stretch and distort before your eyes. The words that your boyfriend was speaking began to float away into white noise, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Slowly, every colour fused into one largely white blob and your knees caved underneath you. The last thing you remember was JD screaming your name. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of the solid floor but… it never came. Instead, you felt calloused hands on your bare arm before everything went black.

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“JD!! No! Please don’t die, please! You can fight him! Please!” You screamed. The familiar scene of torture unfolded in front of you, this time your trench coat clad boyfriend was the victim. The deep red seemed almost neon against his black attire, his screams shook to your core.
Not again…
You look down to see your wrists shaking, nails drawing blood from your palms. You push harder, trying to move. Nothing.

“(Y/n), sweetheart? I heard screaming. What’s going o-” Your mother enters the scene. As quickly as she’s there, she’s gone. Writhing on the floor in agony, you watch the features etched onto her face go stiff.
This continues as your father, best friend, sibling and other friends of yours enter and die. It’s almost like a conveyor belt in a sick and sadistic factory. Around your feet, corpses litter the floor. Each face filled with its own tragedy.

Wake up… please wake up…

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!”

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“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Your boyfriend says frantically, watching your body contort with pain. Tears flood down your cheeks, hands balled up in fists around the white sheets.

Finally, you wake with a deep and throaty scream. Your voice is hoarse from the internalised screams. Without even acknowledging he was there, you roll over to JD and clutch onto the thick black fabric of his coat.
“(Y/n),” he begins, a tone of anger in his voice. “What the hell happened?! You blacked out! And now this!”
Teary eyed, you look up to him and sniff.
“I… I kept having these n nightmares and I I couldn’t sleep so I just s stopped sleeping.” You stammer out, feeling weak and weary. You hear the boy above you sigh with disappointment. You shut your eyes tight, preparing for him to shout.

Instead, you feel his arms pull you close to his body. Allowing all anger leave his body in the remnants of a head shake, he rests his head atop yours.
“W why aren’t you mad..?” You question, voice trembling.
“I am mad, (y/n). But we can talk about this later. Right now, you need to sleep.”

With that, he places a gentle kiss atop your (h/c) hair and intertwines his legs with yours. For the first time in weeks, you feel safe. Your eyelids flutter shut as you press your body further into his. For the first time, you sleep peacefully.

“I love you, (y/n)” you hear him mutter to himself. Knowing he didn’t want you to hear that, you just smile to yourself.

That night, you dreamt of him. Alive, well and in love.