he's still got that adorable smile :)

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@cheshirerabit said: Shit, your teacher Bakugou idea is something I never considered but now think would be really cool. Cuz he would not stop being a hero but he wouldn’t half-ass being a teacher so it would be like how All Might attempted to hero and teach but could actually work. Plus, I’m all for Bakugou’s role model switching with time to Aizawa. 10/10 idea.

Anon said: OMG Fran now i want to see Teacher or Older Bakugou or or Bakugou with Aizawa

Bless both of you for giving me a reason to talk about this cause honestly I love this idea way more than striktly necessary - this!!! is how I like to think it would go down:

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Dating Spencer Reid Would Include...

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

  • him reading to you
  • him rambling a lot about everything and you always listen to him because you love how appasionate he is about it
  • running your fingers through his soft hair
  • amazing cuddles
  • him teaching you to play chess
  • you bringing him coffee every morning
  • coffee dates
  • Derek teasing you two
  • “boy genius finally got his pretty girl”
  • instead of texting you he prefer to write you letters he thinks is more romantic and you always save all of them
  • you always comforting him when he’s sad or depressed
  • a lot of kisses in your cheek and  your forehead
  • a smile appearing in his face every morning when you wake up next to him, after all this time he still can’t believe you chose him to be with
  • you getting worry everytime he have to go for a case
  • being friends with the BAU
  • they adore you because they can see how happy you make Spencer and you two are adorable together
  • calling him Spence
  • you wearing his sweater when he is away because they smell like him
  • lots of cuddling
  • amazing passionate sex
  • him being quite shy at the begining of the relationship
  • watching documentaries
  • movie marathons
  • falling in love with him more and more everyday
  • him tickling you to make you laugh
  • because him think you laugh is the most beautiful sound he ever heard
  • him showing you his magic tricks
  • him being very protective over you
  • slow making out sessions
  • you loving when he hold your hand
  • him being the best boyfriend ever
  • him sending flowers to your job with cute notes
  • you being he loves the most
  • "I love you, forever and always”
  • “I love you too Spence, forever and always”

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"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

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Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

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Ce faci? - Sebastian Stan

Summary: Sebastian flirts with you on The Late Late Show

Author Note: This is based on the incredible interview with Sharon Stone and Sebastian. Flirty!Seb is HOT!

Originally posted by papertownsy

“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you. 

You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing. 

“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”

You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.

James smiled, before talking about the songs.

“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”

“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself. 

“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back. 

“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.

“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it. 

“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”

“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”

You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.

“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.

“That’s true, yeah.”

“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.

Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.

“Ce Faci?" 

Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.

“Would you bite me in the neck?” 

"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.

“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.

The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?

“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.

“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.

“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him. 

“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”

“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.

James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”

“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement. 

It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand. 

“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely. 

- - -

You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.

A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.

The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.

You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.

“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under his breath before continuing.

“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs. 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.

“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.

“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned. 

He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.

“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room. 

Prompt #7 "I'm not blushing!"

Magnus opened his eyes slowly, giving them time to adjust to the morning sunlight that flooded his bedroom, bathing the room in a warmth that Magnus could feel even when he was tucked under numerous blankets.

As he woke, he realized a handful things. One, he still had his makeup on from the day before, so he curled a finger and let blue mist remove it for him. Two, he was only wearing a pair of black boxers, which he was positive weren’t his because he only owned tight boxer-briefs. Three, this was his and his boyfriend’s first morning waking up next to each other.

Magnus grinned at Alec’s sleeping face, only about a foot away from his own. Alec looked so peaceful when he slept, his features soft and his lips slightly parted. His dark hair was messy, but still looked as soft as a cloud, and Magnus couldn’t help but lift his hand to brush a piece away from Alec’s forehead.

Shadowhunters were light sleepers, Magnus knew, they had to be. Threats could rise at any time, and they had to be alert and ready to spring into action. So Magnus wasn’t surprised when Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

Alec’s smile was blinding. He looked absolutely stunning with his messy hair and sleep-clouded eyes and light stubble covering his jaw. Magnus took a mental picture, wanting to save that image for the rest of his immortal life.

Neither of them said anything. Magnus had shifter closer tangling his legs with his shadowhunter’s, placing a gentle hand on the soft black fabric covering Alec’s chest.

“Good morning.” Alec finally said, and damn, Magnus practically melted at how deep and throaty his voice sounded.

“It is, indeed.” Magnus replied with a smile. He probably looked like a lovestruck dork, but that’s exactly what he was, so he couldn’t care less.

Alec closed what little space was left between them, pressing a soft, close-mouthed kiss to Magnus’ lips. Magnus returned the kiss, tried to get Alec to part his lips, but his boyfriend’s lips stayed stubbornly pressed together.

The look that Magnus gave when they parted seemed to ask the question he’d been about to voice, because Alec shyly looked down at Magnus’ chest and said, “Morning breath.”

Magnus laughed, and Alec looked at him strangely before he lifted his hand. With a simple flourish and a few blue sparks, both of their mouths tasted of mint.

A wide grin spread across Alec’s face. “I love you.” He said as he leaned in again, this time parting his lips as he captured Magnus in a passionate kiss.

Neither of them had intentions of their kiss getting so heated, but things led to other things, and within minutes, Alec had pulled Magnus on top of him and Magnus was trying to get Alec’s shirt off.

Alec broke away from the kiss, and from the feeling of it, Magnus knew that Alec hadn’t wanted to.

“I have to be at the Institute in fifteen minutes.” Alec huffed out a strangled breath as Magnus attached his lips to the side of his neck.

“A lot can be done in fifteen minutes.” Magnus purred into his boyfriend’s ear, a hand sneaking down Alec’s body.

Alec seemed to give in for a few minutes. Magnus continued to work on Alec’s neck, paying extra attention to his sensitive Deflect rune, but Alec suddenly pulled away.

“I really have to go,” Alec started, shifting out from underneath Magnus. “As much as I want to…you know…do that,” he began, standing up. “I know that once we start, I won’t want to stop.”

Magnus took a minute to look his love over, a smirk on his face. Alec was wearing a black shirt, as usual, and a pair of loose forest green sweatpants. He rolled out from under the covers and stood up out of bed, Alec’s black boxers loose on his hips, threatening to fall down at any second.

“Go do your job, Mr. Lightwood.” Magnus smirked, moving to stand in front of Alec, who automatically moved to wrap his strong, runed arms around Magnus’ waist.

“I’ll call you later, promise,” Alec said before ducking down to peck Magnus on the lips. “One more thing before I go, though.”

Magnus was confused. He tilted his head to the side as Alec removed one arm from around his waist, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of un-styled hair out of his face.

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

Magnus froze. He hadn’t even realized that he didn’t have his glamour up. Had his warlock mark been showing the entire morning?

Then he remembered Alec looking at him so lovingly, Alec kissing him good morning, Alec smiling at him like he was the most gorgeous thing in the universe. All while his cat-eyes were unglamoured.

A deep blush creeped up Magnus’ neck, coloring his cheeks, making him feel hot.

“Your blush is also pretty beautiful, just saying.” Alec said with a lopsided grin, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ flaming cheek.

“I’m not blushing!” Magnus exclaimed, eyes on the ground, but he was smiling.

This all felt like a dream. His whole relationship with Alec felt like a dream, actually, too good to be true. He’d never felt this loved in his entire life. None of the 17,000 other lovers made Magnus feel the way that Alec made him feel. Alec accepted him for who he was, he wasn’t thrown off by his warlock mark, he treated Magnus with respect that he’d never received from any other shadowhunter.

When Magnus finally looked back up, his eyes still unglamoured, he saw Alec staring at him. There was so much love in his gaze, so much adoration in his smile.

And Magnus knew, right then, that Alec was the love of his life.


(wow, this got a bit out of hand in length, sorry!! i hope that you like it! check out my prompts post and inbox me prompts that you’d like me to write!!)

Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore you Ivar x Reader’s!

Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.

Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.

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“This is delicious.“  Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook it or the slaves?”

You smiled at him. “I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”

“And you think I do?” He replied with grin.

“Well, I don’t know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”

“Of course not. I just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having servants tending to all my wishes.”

“Is that not what you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the table.

He groaned and threw one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”

You ducked under the flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the next few weeks.”

“Then maybe you should change your mind and come with me.”

Your grin faded and you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else to take care of him.”

“I know. But I will miss you.”

You reached across the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

He placed his hand on yours. “Always.”

You smiled at each other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so many times in the past.

After a while Ivar broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of the forest.”

“I’ve been helping your brother.”

“Which brother?” He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.

“Ubbe.”

“Why are you spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his tone now clearly annoyed.

You rolled your eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of his brothers.

“He is building a house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.

“If you help him with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”

“We’ve been cutting trees.”

“And was Margrethe also there?”

“No she wasn’t. She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were starting to lose your patience.

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting trees?”

“What else would we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out louder and more angry than you had intended.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind. How could he dare to accuse you of such things?

“You know what, Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone else because I’m really tired of it.”

You saw Ivar’s eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but it was too late to take them back.

Ivar leaned over the table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.

You also leaned forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were taught to never let your fear show.

“I don’t belong to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his words.

You could see him clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could react his hand closed around your throat.

“You are mine.” He repeated, voice shaking with anger.

You tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face, then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.

“Y/N, I….”

As the fear left your body the anger came back.

“Get out of here.” You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.

“Y/N…”

“OUT! NOW!”



You had made sure he had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

But as the weeks passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you ever had.

One evening you were sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and sink into his arms but you still  weren’t sure if you had forgiven him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he gained back control and his grin only grew wider.

“Are you not going to ask me in?”

“Where’s the point when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“We just arrived about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can command me to do anything!”

His grin came back to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

He was right. Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him, eyes blazing with anger.

“Don’t you dare to tell me what I want.”

His grin didn’t fade one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N. There’s no point in denying that.”

You hated him so much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of you.

“Get off me!” You hissed and pushed against his chest.

Ivar just smirked at you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.

He chuckled at you. “See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want anyways.”

You gave him an angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.

“You still want me to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“No.” You admitted.

“What do you want me to do then?”

You smiled and lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He gave you a nod as if to say See, it wasn’t that hard. Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down and bit your shoulder.

“Keep looking at me.” He cooed.

As you opened your eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard. It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able to push himself into your depths with even more force than before. With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.

“You know you are mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.

“Yes Ivar, I’m all yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make you scream out his name.

You know you are close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge. Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to move, bodies sticky with sweat.

As your breathing slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.

All you can manage is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The cupcake

“We have to help him, Ron.” Hermione told her boyfriend. “You know how he is, if you don’t push him, he will never make the first move.”

 “And what do you suggest we do, Hermione? It’s not like we can make her so something… We don’t even know if she likes him back!” He answered.

“Well, I think there is a way.” She smiled. “Come with me to the library.” 

“Bloody library.” Ron said under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing at all.”


When Harry entered the 8th year common room Ron and Hermione were going around giving cupcakes to who was there.

“Hello, Harry, do you want a cupcake?” Hermione asked when she saw him.

He grabbed the cupcake she was giving him and ate it while she explained that she had made them herself, not wanting the house elves to have any more work.

“Go give this one to Cho.” She said suddenly and gave him a cupcake that was just slightly different from the one he had just ate.

“Ok…” He looked at her suspiciously.

Hermione smiled at her friend and watched as he went in Cho’s direction to give her the cupcake. What Hermione wasn’t expecting, however, was Malfoy entering the common room in that moment and Harry walking towards him and giving him the bloody spiked cupcake with a nod and a tense “Malfoy”.

Draco looked at Potter weirdly, not knowing what to make out of the situation. Why, in the name of Merlin, was bloody Harry Potter giving him a cupcake like they were some sort of Hufflepuff friends?

“Why are you giving me a cupcake, Potter?” He asked.

“It was Hermione’s idea.” He shrugged. “She’s giving cupcakes to everyone.”

Then, the boy smiled and walked away living Draco looking at the cupcake in his hand stunned.

After looking around the room and seeing everyone enjoying their cupcakes – even Blaise and Pansy, - Draco took a careful bite and promised himself he would never admit aloud just how good the cupcake actually was.

Only Ron saw the look of terror on Hermione’s face as Malfoy ate the cupcake.


“What do you mean, Hermione?” Draco heard someone hissing when he left his dorm room in the middle of the night to go the bathroom 

“I mean exactly what I said, Ron.”

“So, Harry gave Malfoy the cupcake he was supposed to give to Cho?” 

Draco peeked around the corner at the scene in the common room and saw Granger nodding her head, sitting on the sofa and looking guilty.

“So, what will happen now?” Weasley asked.

“I guess we just have to get ready for a week full of Malfoy… He will want to be with Harry all the time. You know it, Ron, George was the one sending you the potion, he explained everything that would happen once someone had it and, just like he said, the only way it won’t change the person’s behaviour is if they already have feelings for the person who gave it to them. This is Malfoy and Harry we are talking about.”

Draco looked at the two of them in disbelief. If he understood correctly, Granger and Weasley had spiked a cupcake with some kind of love potion George Weasley sold at the store, they gave the cupcake to Potter so he could give it to Cho Chang, but Potter gave the cupcake to Draco and he had eaten it, meaning that he would apparently be in love with Potter for a week.

However, he didn’t feel any different and he knew why: the potion didn’t affect the behaviour of those who already had feelings for the one who gave it to them, or so Granger had said. Draco knew he couldn’t just act like he normally did towards Potter, or else Weasley and Granger would find out the truth about his feelings.

Seeing only one way out, Draco decided that during the week the potion would have effect he would show his love for Harry Potter and then blame it on the potion and make the two Gryffindor idiots who spiked the bloody cupcake pay for it.


When Harry sat at the Gryffindor table the next morning for breakfast he was met with guilty expressions on Ron and Hermione’s faces. 

“Good morning.” He greeted while sitting down next to Ron.

“Morning.” Hermione answered even though she didn’t look him in the eyes.

“Ok, what did you do?” Harry asked looking at his two best friends.

Hermione and Ron shared look and Hermione sighed, looking like she was ready to spill whatever they had done, but before she could Malfoy sat down next to her, in front of Harry, and she looked down at her food.

“Hello, Potter.”

“Malfoy.” Harry nodded.

Harry looked at him weirdly, not knowing why the other boy decided to sit with them instead of the Slyhterins. It wasn’t unusual that the houses mixed during meals, however, it was unusual for Malfoy to sit with the Golden Trio.

They ate breakfast in a tense silence and, when they finished, Malfoy got up and said “See you later, Potter” before he exited the Great Hall.


For three days, Malfoy had sat with them for meals. He tried to make conversation and Harry was surprised to see that he actually enjoyed the boy’s company. Malfoy was different from the people Harry usually hang out with; the Slytherin was sarcastic, - sometimes even making mean comments – and his humour was different from what Harry was used to, but, in a way, it was kind of refreshing. 

Now, they were both in the library studying for potions; seeing Harry struggling with the lessons, Draco had offered to help and they had already been there for an hour.

“I think it’s enough for today, Potter.”

Harry yawned and nodded, closing his books and putting them in his bag. Draco smiled seeing the sleepy boy that he found adorable.

“Come on, Potter, I don’t think you want to fall asleep in the middle of the library.”

Shaking his head, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him out of the library in the direction of the common room, their fingers intertwining in the way and neither of them doing anything to pull them apart. When they got to the common room, they said goodnight to those who were still awake and stopped at the Harry’s bedroom’s door.

“Good night, Harry” Draco smiled and kissed the boy’s forehead, before going to his room and leaving him behind.


The next day, Harry didn’t pay attention in his classes; he was too busy daydreaming about a certain boy. It surprised Harry when, the night before, Malfoy had kissed his forehead; why had he done that? Harry couldn’t tell and, somehow, he didn’t care, as long as the other boy did it again. 

At supper, Malfoy sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, closer than he had sat the days before, making Harry blush and smile down at his food when he felt their thighs brush. Hermione and Ron had the same guilty expressions they had been wearing for some days now.

“Are you guys ok?” Malfoy asked. 

Ron looked at Hermione, nodded his head slightly and she sighed looking up at Harry and Malfoy.

“We have something to tell you both.” She said.

“Ok, tell us.” Malfoy put his fork down.

“Not here” Ron shook his head. “Not in the Great Hall where there are so many people.”

When they finished eating, Ron and Hermione got up and told Harry and Malfoy they would meet them in the common room, so they could talk.

“What do you think they want to tell us?” Harry asked the other boy.

“I think I have an idea, but let’s go and see.”

Draco got up and Harry mirrored his actions and they exited the Great Hall together.

“Harry…” Draco called when they were just about to enter the common room.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to remember that I do what I do because I want to.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see. Just don’t forget what I said, ok?”

Harry smiled at the boy in front of him and leaned up to kiss his cheek; Malfoy blushed and Harry thought that the redness in his pale cheeks suited him and decided that he would do anything just to see the other boy flushed again. Malfoy smiled down at him and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling him to the common room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them in front of one of the fireplaces.

The only other people in the common room were sitting at the table playing chess and Draco knew that the couple in front of the fireplace had decided to talk there because it would be almost empty, as most of the 8th years were still having supper.

Harry and Draco sat next to them and the sight of them sitting so close with their hands clasped and fingers intertwined seemed to make Hermione look like she was about to cry.

“We did something” Ron finally said. “Just don’t get too mad, Harry.”

Harry looked at them feeling slightly scared about what they could have possibly done.

“Ok” he answered. “I’ll try not to get mad.”

“We really didn’t mean for this to happen, Harry,” Hermione rushed. “We just wanted to help you with Cho.”

Harry felt Draco’s hand twitch in his own and gripped it tighter, not really realising what he was doing.

“What do you mean?” He asked his best friends.

“Oh, Harry, we know you like her!”

“But… where did you get that idea from?”

“You told us that you liked someone, but you wouldn’t say who… She was the only person we could think of.”

“I don’t like Cho.” Harry scoffed. “But that’s not the point. What did you do?”

“Remember when I gave out cupcakes on Sunday?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, there was a reason behind it.” She continued quietly.

“Just spit it out already!” Draco exclaimed.

“We spiked one of the cupcakes with one of George’s love potions.”

“What?”

“I gave a cupcake to you and told you to give it to Cho, remember?”

“But I never gave the cupcake to Cho” Harry shook his head. “I gave it to…”

“Malfoy” Ron finished looking at the boy next to Harry.

Draco heard Harry take a deep breath next to him and he could feel the other boy’s rage and betrayal.

“What was the potion supposed to do?”

“For a week, the person who drank it would act in love with the person that gave it to them, unless they already have feelings for each other, then they would act the same.”

There was a thick silence in the air and Draco felt like hexing the two people sitting in front of him when he felt Harry’s hand go limp and stop squeezing his own.

“So, what you are trying to tell me is that, for the past days, Dr-Malfoy has been nice to me because of some potion?”

Ron and Hermione didn’t answer, but they didn’t need to; Harry already knew it and, somehow, it really hurt to know that Malfoy had done everything because of a potion. Draco felt his heart drop when Harry got up without a word and left to his room, not looking back.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Hermione looked at Draco.

“I already knew.”

“How come?”

“I heard you talking about it on Sunday night.”

“You did? Then why didn’t you try and fight the potion?”

“Why would I fight something that didn’t even work in the first place?”

Hermione and Ron fell silent and Draco just sighed and got up.

“I know you are Gryffindors and all, but not even I thought you could be this stupid!”

The Gryffindors watched as he went to his room and when he was out of sight Ron looked at Hermione with a scared expression.

“Did he mean what I think he meant?”


Harry ignored the other three the following days. His best friends tried talking to him and apologize, but he wouldn’t let them. 

Seeing that the boy preferred being left alone, Draco didn’t try talking to him and decided that the best he could do was wait until the week of the potion ended so Harry would believe him.

So, on Monday after supper, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him to his room, determined to talk to him and to make him see the truth, because some days showing Harry his love wasn’t enough for him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Why do you call me Malfoy again?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“No! My name is Draco, that’s what you should call me, just like you did this past week.”

“You were under a potion’s influence.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“What?”

“The potion doesn’t work when the person already has feelings for the one who gave the potion to them.” Draco walked closer to Harry and felt really accomplished when Harry blushed.

“What do you mean?”

Draco rolled his eyes playfully.

“I know you are a Gryffindor, but you’re not so dense, Harry, you know exactly what I mean.” He leaned down and kissed the boy’s lips lightly. “I did what I did because I wanted to, not because of some stupid Weasley, potion.”

And then he kissed him harder and Harry rested his hand on the blond’s chest gasping in surprise when he felt the rapid pace the heart beneath his hand was beating in. Draco took advantage of the gasp to slip his tongue in the other boy’s mouth and both of them saw little colourful sparks behind their eyelids.

“Draco” Harry whispered when they parted to breathe.

Draco just smiled and pushed Harry to lay on the bed slipping in next to him and putting his arms around him protectively.

“I hope you know that I will have to get revenge somehow” he said. “They don’t have the right to poison me, even if it didn’t work!”

“I’ll help you” Harry smiled at the Slytherin.

They cuddled closer to each other and let sleep overtake them.


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Poe Dameron X Shy!Reader

Poe Dameron x Shy!Reader

Request : Poe dameron with a shy reader?? Loving them so much n being cutsey with them

For this I did a headcanon set up as well, so if you don’t like it message and tell me to do a more story based imagine!  I don’t bite! Sorry if it’s bad or not what you’re looking for. Send in more requests, questions, anything!


  • You met Poe when you were fixing a circuit in BB8.
  • It was late at night when the droid started to malfunction. You were picking up parts and getting ready to go when the dark haired pilot ran in, carrying his droid in his arms.
  • He was a nervous wreck, because his “little buddy” was having troubles. He kept asking you questions about BB8’s condition as you worked.
  • “Is he going to be alright?”
  • “Is it bad?”
  • All you could do was nod, because he was so cute and you were so shy.
  • Once you finally finished fixing him, Poe, being the friendly guy his is, he hugged you.
  • You were already a blushing mess during the hug, but when he pulled away and gave you a quick peck on the cheek you almost fainted!
  • “Thank you, so, so, much! I don’t know how I could ever repay you!”
  • “I-It’s j-just what I do….”
  • He then started to visit you everyday at your station.
  • Poe realized you were super shy when he was talking you. But he also noticed that whenever he smiled at you, hugged you, or made eye contact with you, you got this intense blush and big smile.
  • One visit, Poe brought you a bunch of flowers
  • “Y/n, I know you’re shy, and I find it adorable, but I really want to go out with you.”
  • You said “Yes.” of course.
  • Your first few dates went smoothly.
  • You were still shy around Poe but he did his best to make you comfortable
  • He always brought you flowers (this became normal throughout the rest of your relationship)
  • He never pushed your boundaries when it came to physical contact. He stuck with what he knew you were okay with, like his hugs.
  • One time he invited you over to his quarters on the rebel base.
  • You were super nervous to say the least.
  • You dressed super fancy, wondering what Poe had in store for the evening.
  • When you arrived, Poe opened the door and he was in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, and wearing a awestruck grin on his face,
  • This time, he was the one to blush.
  • “Y-you look a-amazing Y/n.”
  • He invited you in, and gave you a change of clothes.
  • “I thought he could just hang out. You might want to change though. I feel like you might’ve overdressed…”
  • You changed and had dinner with Poe, watched old war films, and actually fell asleep leaning against his shoulder.
  • When you woke up, you were resting on top of a still-sleeping Poe, who must’ve fallen asleep as well. One of his strong arms was holding you to his chest.
  • In that moment, your shyness was gone, and you felt immersed in the way Poe’s heart beat.
  • When Poe woke up, he sleepy eyes found yours as soon as they opened and gave you a sweet smile.
  • “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”
  • Both of you start blushing like mad.
  • And it’s you that has the courage to push it one step farther and kiss the tip of Poe’s nose.
  • More blushing all around.
  • After that, your relationship became a more obvious thing.
  • Finn and Rey ship you both like hardcore.
  • So does BB8 of course.
  • Lots of warm hugs and eskimo kisses (omg swoon)
  • When Poe goes off on a mission, You give him a flower, to remind him that he needs to come back to you.
  • When he returns, he tucks the flower you gave him behind your ear and whispers : “I’m home.” and sneaks a cheeky kiss near your lips.
  • Whenever you blush, he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks and talks about how cute and stunning you are.
  • When you go over to his place now, he makes sure he has extra soft blankets and your favorite food on hand.
  • It’s on his couch, where you first kissed Poe (on the nose but hey it counts), is the first “I love you.”
  • Poe says it first, because he ADORES YOU.
  • And you blush as soon as he says it, and he just
  • “God do I love you.”
  • And you blush even harder before saying “I love you too.”
  • Then you kiss, full on the lips, for the first time.
  • It’s soft, slow, and tender.
  • And when it’s over you kiss him again and again because you can’t help but knock your shyness away for just this moment.
  • Everyday after that just gets better.
  • It’s all sweet all the time with that boy.
Te Amo

Originally posted by tiiffanym

Summary: You’re finally graduating high school and Jeff has the future planned out.

Paring: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: 100. “Marry me?” with Jeff please love? (WITH NO DEATH PLZ) 💜💜💜

Warnings:  a little fluff, Jeff speaking Spanish because we all deserve that

Word Count:  1292

Links: Prompt List


Graduation.  The day that everyone was praying to approach faster even though life was a big obstacle waiting to kick everyone’s ass.  You stood beside Jeff, holding his hand, and with every other senior that made it to the last day of school in Liberty High.  This was the day Jeff was so proud of because he thought that his one, barely passing grade in History was going to affect his future.  You had faith in him and kept him motivated as well as helped him alongside Clay, the junior who was a genius.

Now, here you both are standing together in your blue cap and gowns, waiting for the ceremony to start.  While Jeff would be going to his assigned placement, you would be taking a seat on stage beside faculty members as you were appointed the 2017 Valedictorian.  You watched with happiness as parents were tearing up watching their babies sit down, ready to be pushed out of the demo version of school and into the version that makes you pay around at least forty or forty-five thousand dollars a year.  

When the ceremony was finally starting, you said goodbye to Jeff, kissing him quickly before you departed and went your ways.  Principal Bolan did his short introduction and then you were up at the podium with your speech.

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Slumber // [Peter Parker x Reader]

Prompt drabble: Requested by:: @sassywerewolf19 (Prompts highlighted)

A/N: This is full of fluff. I couldn’t include one particular prompt but I hope that’s okay and I also hope you like it!


Schools and Colleges knew nothing but to load kids with homework. You trudged to your room, cradling an extremely heavy bag of extremely expensive textbooks.

You unlocked the door and opened it to find a half naked (only his upper body was visible, while his lower half was wrapped in a blanket) Peter Parker, slumbering on your bed. You almost screamed but upon noticing the sleeping teen, smiled instead.

You set the backpack on your study table and tiptoed over to the young man, who also happened to be your boyfriend.

He was snoring softly, his hair a mess above him. He looks so adorable, you thought, biting your lip and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

Peter shifted in his sleep because of this, and slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before smiling at you.

“Why do you only have to kiss me when I’m sleeping?” he said, his voice husky from the sleep.

“Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?” you retorted, smirking at him.

That got him to sit upright.
“I am wearing shorts, Miss,” he mumbled, still not opening his eyes fully.
“Would you like them to be off though?” he added, side-eyeing you.

“Get over yourself, Parker,” you scoffed, your cheeks reddening.

He smiled at you sleepily, before pulling you onto the bed and laying his head down in your lap.

He yawned again, before continuing, “ I was exhausted from yesterday’s fight already and then there was this burning building I had to save. Your house was the nearest so I just climbed in through the window and jumped onto your bed.”

“I’ve told you not to jump on the bed,” you chided playfully.
He let out a puff of air.

“Are you hurt, Peter? And did you eat anything?” you asked after a moment, running your hands through his hair which was sticking out in all directions.

“You’re so cute when you’re worried,” Peter whispered, blinking at you sleepily.
“But no, babe, I’m just..*yawn* exhausted and I did eat.”

He was starting to doze off again as you started massaging his back, rubbing circles down his spine.

He was so lean, yet so firm. You always admired the superhero, who managed to excel both at academics and saving the world. He was so cute and caring too and you loved him with all your heart.

“Mmm. This feels good,” Peter mumbled in his sleep.

And just like that, the almost-avenger fell asleep in your lap, snoring away. You knew you weren’t going to be able to get up without waking him up. So you stayed there, for as long as it took.

It was the least you could do for your boyfriend, who, at such a tender age, had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Arms

Late at night.

They’re both exhausted by not only the events of the day, but the orgasms they’re both currently coming down from. It doesn’t help that she’s been horny since the minute she woke up this morning, and Harry has only just now been able to finally give her exactly what she’s been craving.

But it’s late. The dim lighting of the room doesn’t help things at all. Both know that it’s very much time for sleep. But when Harry tries to get up, she clings to him.

She clings to him when he comes back seconds later with a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt for her, and a pair of boxers for him. She clings to him the moment she’s dressed, even though he’s still wiggling into his boxers. And the minute the lights are off, she’s practically glued to him.

He smiles, feeling her swing a leg over his hips and curl into his side. She presses velvety soft kisses to his neck, which is still a bit sore from where she’d been sucking not an hour ago, and he sighs. He can feel his whole body relaxing into the bed while his arm tightens its grip around her. He tilts his head to catch her lips with his, and they stay like that for a long moment. When he pulls away, he can only see her outline but he knows she’s smiling. He bumps his nose against hers. “We should sleep now.”

“Nooo,” she whines, pulling him even closer. “No. I don’t want to yet.”

He laughs softly through his nose. “What is it that you want then?”

“Hold me.” She says it so innocently, quietly, and gently that he’s almost afraid he could break her if he moves.

But of course he’s going to hold her. He reaches his other arm across his body until it finds her curled up against him, and now she’s wrapped in both of his arms. They let out a little sigh together. “Something wrong?”

“No no,” she says, shaking her head. He can feel her eyelashes against the skin of his chest, and it’s melting his heart with every blink. “Just want to be held. I love this feeling. Love your arms.”

He smiles. “My arms love you too.” She lets out the softest of giggles at that, which only curves his smile more. “Really, they do. I like holding you.” And it’s true. He does. He loves having her in his arms at any time during the day but especially at night, when she’s teetering on the brink of sleep just like this. He likes knowing she feels safe enough to fall asleep on him. Warm enough. And it’s a good feeling knowing that his chest is more comfy, more appealing to her than her actual pillow.

She gives him a tiny squeeze across his torso. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it make your arms go all tingly?”

And yes. Harry will admit that sometimes cuddling has its downfalls- such as his arms falling asleep beneath her head or him waking up with a mouthful of her hair. But he loves it regardless. So he shakes his head. “No. S'fine.”

She wiggles a bit, brushing a cold foot against his calf and letting out another yawn. “Good. I’m comfy.”

The words are music to Harry’s ears. He’s admittedly pretty comfy himself. He gives her a squeeze. “What’s got you all snuggly tonight?”

“Dunno.” Which is a lie. She and Harry both know she gets quite cuddly after an orgasm. Some nights more than others. Like tonight. “You’re good at snuggling.”

“It’s a requirement,” he says matter of factly. “Read it in the Boyfriend Handbook.”

She giggles, a bubbly little sound now, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “You’re a dork.”

“Hey now. You’re the one who asked to be held. I can roll over.” He wiggles just bit, as if he’s going to let go of her, but she squeezes him even tighter.

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

He chuckles, kissing her head and reaching up to stroke her hair. “You’re adorable.”

“So are you. And your arms smell good. Did you know that?”

And for some reason, Harry becomes painfully self aware at that. Why do his arms smell good? He’d showered that morning but still, it had been a long day. Plus sex made him a bit sweaty, and she’s curled right up under his armpit. “Do they? Are you sure? What do they smell like?”

She laughs, kissing his chest and nodding. “Yeah. I promise. I’d tell you if you they were stinky. I probably wouldn’t be curled up in them if they were. But yeah. They smell like… you.”

Her words warm his heart, even if he doesn’t quite know what she means. “What do I smell like?”

“Like….” She takes in a deep breath through her nose and hums. “I don’t know. Like you.” Which still doesn’t explain anything, but Harry does sort of understand because she’s got a natural y/n scent that he adores. (And he may or may not have slept with a few of her t-shirts she’s left at his house for that exact reason.)

Now he yawns. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out. She kisses his jaw when it stretches out, and he can feel her smiling. He lets it all out in one breath. “Sorry, love. M'getting sleepy.”

“Me too. It’s okay.” She unknowingly brushes her foot against his calf again. “Are you comfy?”

And in truth, Harry thinks that he’s never been comfier in his life. “Of course. Are you?”

“Mm,” she hums. “The comfiest. I love you. A lot.”

He can’t help but squeeze her, lingering his lips against her forehead then and just holding her. She’s sweet. She’s soft, she’s warm, she’s adorable…. she’s the love of his life. “I love you too.”

It isn’t long before she’s out, the smallest of snores escaping past her lips. If Harry wasn’t so tired he reckons he could stay up and just listen to her sleepy noises for hours. But her body is warm against his, and she’s so soft that it’s lulling him to sleep faster than he intended.

So with one last kiss goodnight, Harry shuts his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that he can spend every night for the rest of his life with her in his arms.

“Is that your girlfriend, Spidey?”

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first imagine in a long time, I finally found some time to get back to writing! Hope you all like it and let me know what think! :) Also, feel free to request! x

Summary: Peter gets hurt in a mission and you finally meet the Avengers who never knew you even existed. 

Words: 2.2k


You were what kept Peter going. During his missions you were on his mind, still as important as the missions itself. You reminded him that he had something, someone to fight for, someone who reminded him to never give up. Sometimes the mission was too much for him, and he wanted to go back home so badly, thinking that he is going to mess up. He has been working with the Avengers for almost half a year now, only getting better with each mission. But he was just a kid after all, and sometimes things overwhelmed him. He either becomes unfocused, or gets too caught up in the action.

This time he was doing well - listening to the orders Steve was giving, being focused on what he was doing at the moment, and on doing it correctly. The mission was going as planned so far, but it only took seconds for it to change. While Peter was busy webbing some bad guys to the wall behind them, enjoying himself just a little bit too much, he didn’t notice that one man who appeared behind him. Fortunetaly, Natasha came in to the room and quickly rushed to take him down. She was fast, but not fast enough for the man to not take any shots. He took one. One, that was aimed at Peter. The boy groaned loudly, both surprised and hurt. He pressed his left hand on his side using the other one to uphold himself, as he was already on his knees, the pain making it impossible for him to stand.”We need help, now! Parker got shot! Steve!” He started breathing heavily, hearing Natasha’s voice calling for help through her earpiece. It may sound dumb, but all he was thinking about was you. He promised you he will be careful, that he will be back home soon all safe and sound. Because if he doesn’t make it, then who the hell is gonna help you revise for that maths exam next Thursday? He can’t let you down, he needs to come home to you and Aunt May. Natasha was by his side looking around for any possible threats while telling him to hold on, to stay with her because help is gonna be here soon and everything is going to be fine. He was bleeding a lot, his costume covered in his own blood. Natasha was holding his mask in one of her hands, the other one supporting his head. She was getting impatient as his face was getting paler each second. He hasn’t said a word, making only small grunts and whines. The last thing he remembers is your face, smiling lovingly at him like you always do, and Natasha’s voice.

You knew about Peter’s powers and about him working with the Avengers for a few months now. You never met them though, Peter said he didn’t want to put you into any more danger. He loved those guys, but he loved you much more and you being with him was dangerous enough. You two started dating a few weeks before his accident with the spider so you’ve been dating for almost a year. It’s not like you were okay with all of this, with him putting himself in danger but you also knew Peter well enough to know he feels obliged to help other people. He always promised to be careful, and made sure to spend even more time with you before a mission. He was spending his last minutes with you until he had to leave. “I’m gonna be okay, babe. I know I have someone to fight for and I’m gonna be back before you know it. I love you.” He always said while pulling you close, his hands around you and yours around his neck, hugging him as tightly as possible. You could feel each other’s beating hearts, you could see the love in your eyes. You and Peter were surely young, but so madly in love. He couldn’t imagine his life without you, neither could you. He always gave you one last kiss, soft and loving.

You were sitting in the cafe near your house, where you and Peter used to go after school each Friday, with Peter on your mind. You couldn’t wait to see him again, to know he was alright. You had an odd feeling that he might not be alright this time. You were always sickly worried about him when he was away doing God knows what with the Avengers. It’s not like you doubted his strength or didn’t believe he was a true superhero, you just didn’t wanna lose him. You were doing some homework on your laptop with a cup of hot tea. You saw your phone light up on the table and got excited as you saw Aunt May was calling.

“Hello?” you said smiling, ready to hear that Peter was home and told her to let you know because he was going to take a nap, like he usually did.

“Y/N? Dear, I’m so sorry”, her voice was trembling and your heart stopped for a second. “Peter got hurt. Mr Stark just called to inform about the attack that took place at the meeting about the scholarships. I’m sure Peter told you about it. He’s in the hospital now and I had to call you.” She was now crying, and so were you.

You thanked her and decided to get to the hospital yourself. You caught a bus and were in the hospital 10 minutes later. You hurried inside and asked for Peter Parker.

“He just got back from surgery and the doctors are inside, as soon as they leave you can go inside to see him, love.” She informed you as you followed her to your boyfriend’s room. “Down the hall, turn left and the last door is his room, number 223.” She smiled slightly and headed back. You weren’t actually sure what to expect. Your hands were cold and sweaty, heart beating faster than usual. You were imagining him all beaten up and bruised and probably unconscious. At the end of the hall you started to hear a couple of different voices talking quietly, and when you turned left like you were told to do, you saw the Avengers. Either sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chairs or pacing around. As you were walking slowly to them, Steve saw you and stopped talking which made the rest of the group look at you. You suddenly got very shy with all of them eyeing you curiously. You figured out the doctors were still inside because otherwise the superheros would probably be with Peter in the room. Just when Tony was about to ask who you are, the door of Peter’s room opened and everyone got up. Before you could ask them Steve started talking.

“How is he?”

“The wound wasn’t very deep although he lost a lot of blood. He just woke up, you can go and see him if you want-” With that being said you took off and hurried inside not caring about the others or what the doctors had else to say. Instantly you brought your hand to your face at the sight of him. He was almost as pale as the sheets, some tubes connected to his body. The bruises forming on his chest and shoulders were becoming very dark and visible.
“Hey there”, he smiled softly at you.
“ Oh my god, Peter!”

You were by his side in a second, taking a seat on the chair next to his bed and taking his hand in yours. You wanted to hug him so badly, to feel that he was there but didn;t want to cause him any more pain.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m alright.”

“That’s definitely not being alright! What the hell did even happen to you?”, you asked him and wiped off some tears from your cheeks. He didn’t respond but moved the sheet so you could see his covered in gauze side.

“I… got shot.”

“You got what?!”, you almost yelled. “Peter what the hell were you thinking! You were supposed to be careful and have a back up!” You couldn’t believe how reckless he was. He promised you to be careful.

“It’s nothing. I got too caught up and didn’t see the man behind me, if it wasn’t for Natasha he would have killed me. But I’m alive, yay!”, he squeezed your hand slightly and gave you one of his adorable smiles.

“You’re unbelievable, Peter!”
“But you still love me. And i love you too, so much.”, you smiled at his loving words which made you less angry and still gave you the butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Parker.”, the both of you laughed softly. You looked at him and whispered, “I was so worried, you know. Don’t do this again, please. I can’t lose you, Peter. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, love.”, he was gently caressing your hand with his thumb. “Please, stop crying or I’m gonna cry too.”. he said half serious, half jokingly.

There was a knock on the door and both of you looked at Tony standing by the door. “Hey, we’re coming in, Spider-Boy.”

You decided to slightly ignore him, “Are you in pain now?”, and asked your boyfriend while nervously biting your lip.

“No, no. I’m okay, the gave me drugs, seriously.”, Peter tried to lighten the mood with his lame joke.
“Hey, kid! How you feelin’?”, you heard Sam say cheerfully. The medium sized room suddenly became crowded and too small for you.

“Hey, babe, can you maybe get me some water, please?”, he noticed the way your hold on his hand became more firm and knew you had to leave the room in order to prevent a panic attack and made something up so you would leave the room for a few minutes.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll be back in a minute.”, you awkwardly stood up and pushed through people to leave the room.

“Is that your girlfriend, Spidey?”, Tony smirked.

“Ye-yeah. We’re dating.”, Peter blushed and looked down on his hands. He heard all of them say “aw” and someone even said that she was very pretty. Due to your anxiety, you waited for the group to leave and then without speaking to them came back to Peter’s room.

Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Peter were sitting in the kitchen in the Stark tower, talking and laughing.

“So what did you tell your aunt to stay here for a month?”, Wanda suddenly asked. Peter got out of the hospital a few days ago but Tony and Bruce wanted to check him themselves and prefered him to get his rehabilitation here and not somewhere public.

“Well, Mister Stark told her he feels guilty and all of the injured are gonna go to Miami or something to help them recover and stuff. I hope i don’t bump into her on the street, tough.”, Steve, Bucky and Wanda laughed with Peter, and he drunk some water.

“And what about your girlfriend? Did you tell her the same story?”, Peter looked at Bucky and then checked his phone.

“No, actually she’s gonna be here in a few minutes, if you don’t mind.”, he was nervously waiting for their reaction.

“Oh, really? That’s great! The girl seems to be very nice!”, Natasha came into the room with Clint, Tony and Bruce.

“Yeah, she is.”, he smiled. Then his phone started calling and he excused himself to meet you outside the bulding so you won’t get lost.

In the elevator you were pretty nervous to meet all of them, Peter was constantly reasurring you that they already like you. As soon as the door opened Peter found your hand with his own and started walking towards the guys.

“Oh, hi! It’s so nice to meet you!”, Clint said firstly and smiled at you.

“So, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, you already know all of them, haha.” Peter introduced you and couldn’t help but smile at your red cheeks.

“Yeah, um, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you all.”, you waved awkwardly.

“Okay, so tell us everything. How did you met, how long are you together and stuff. I want to know everything.” Tony said and Natasha pushed him lightly as Steve was giving Tony a death glare. You seemed like a shy girl, and they definitely didn’t want to scare you off. You and Peter joined them and sat on the couch between Bucky and Vision.

“We’ve known each other for like, 3 or 4 years. Aunt May and Y/N’s mom work in the same place, then we went to the same school. We became good friends when went to school together and then it just happened.” Peter told them, knowing you would be to nervous too speak.

“Aw, that’s cute. So how long are you together?” Sam commented.

“We started dating a little bit before my spider accident, so like a year or so.”

“It’s a shame we haven’t met you before, maybe now you will spend some time with us.” Steve added, and you felt very welcomed in the group. Peter put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, knowing that you would definitely be here more often.

You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

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The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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Imagine: complaining about Loki's yellow cape to Tom

Originally posted by homensdoseculo


You glared down at your phone screen, eyes locked onto the offensive yellow of Loki’s cape in the early looks at Thor: Ragnarok.  Most people thought you would have known all about it, as you were Tom Hiddleston’s girlfriend and a rising actress, but you had no such luck.  You were discussing a contract with Marvel, and while you tried to get information about the third Thor movie, Tom made sure you heard nothing.  He wanted the movie to be a surprise for you, as he knew you had a weakness for Loki.

As you walked along the sidewalk, you regularly glanced down at the photo.  Tom looked fantastic as Loki, but you dearly hoped that the other side of the cape was green, or else there was going to be a mountain of angry letters for the costume designer.  You made a mental note to stay involved in the designing of your character, if you and Marvel came to a contract agreement.  You could hear the occasional murmur or camera click as you walked through the light crowd, which drew your attention away from your phone.  The odd feeling of being recognized in the street momentarily distracted you, until your eyes landed on your destination: a lovely little teahouse.

You tried not to storm in, but as you were gracefully seated in the back room, your anger was apparent on your face.  Tom had arrived before you, and when he looked up to your not-so-smiling expression, he knew that you were one of many who had seen the recently revealed Loki first-look.  He chuckled nervously when you sat across from him, huffing lowly when your phone buzzed.  You turned it off, before glaring at Tom, who offered you an apologetic smile.

“My dear, whatever is the matter?”  He asked, ever the gentleman.  He knew exactly what was wrong- you could tell- but he had always been gracious towards you.  The sentiment melted away some of your anger, reminding you why you loved this dorky, glorious man… but you weren’t about to let him get away so easily.

“What’s the matter?”  You began, giving Tom a moment to steel himself for the flood.  “Loki’s cape, that’s the matter!  I love you, but did you say nothing about it?  Did anyone try to stop the fiend who calls themself a costume designer?  It’s… yellow!”  You stated, your hands swirling in elaborate gestures to aid your argument.  “Loki’s signature color is green, and his palette is green, black, and gold.  Yellow is not a part of that combination, and his green cape held so much… meaning!  As the complimentary color to red, his cape represented his separation from Thor as a person… Two brothers, who were very much so opposites.  Is yellow the complimentary color to red?  No!”  You ranted, not even looking at Tom at this point.  If you had looked at his face, instead of focusing on your hands and memories from the MCU Loki scenes, you would have seen his struggle at holding back a massive grin.

“Darling, [Y/N], I am simply an actor.  I don’t make the final decisions for Loki-” He began, but bit his tongue when you sent him a steely glare.  Your nose was scrunched up in frustration, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.  He let out his signature chuckle, closing his eyes and dipping his head.  His contagious laughter got under your skin, soothing your glare and pulling soft chuckles from your throat.  A soft smile grew on your lips, and you shook your head lightly at Thomas.  “Love, you are a treasure!  I’m sorry you’re upset about his, or rather, my cape, but I must say… your reaction was adorable, and absolutely worth it.”  He noted with a cheery grin.

You pursed your lips, and despite still holding resentment towards the color choice, you melted under that smile.  Thomas could drive you a little crazy sometimes, but he wouldn’t have been the man you fell in love with if he had been any different.

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

Seokjin 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yoongi 

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

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

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

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

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

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

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

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

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

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

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

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Hobi

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

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

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

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

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

“How was practice?” You ask

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

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

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

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

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

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Namjoon 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you feel?” he asks.

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

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

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Jimin 

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

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

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

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

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

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

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Taehyung

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

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

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

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

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

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

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

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

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

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Jungkook 

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

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

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

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

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

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

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