how do you even look at yourself in the mirror

- Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it.
- Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them.
- Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate your skin, wash your hair, use a hair mask. Don’t dare to leave the bathroom till you’ve polished every single inch of your body. Try to polish your soul too.
- Remember situations you faced in the past. Realize they’re not a big deal anymore. That bad anxiety you had two months ago suddenly seem so small you might just want to laugh for being so silly, and now it’s over all those tears you cried are the most pointless thing ever. This will happen over and over again, so next time you face a problem remember in a year from now it will be insignificant.
- Go for a walk on your own. Walk aimlessly without a finish line. Come back home when you’re tired, no need to hurry.
- Doodle. Maybe you think you’re doing not so great at living but your watercolors skills are still on point.
- Buy yourself flowers. This one needs no explanation.
- Clean bed sheets are always a good idea.
- Stare at yourself in a mirror after a long nap and admire how glowing, beautiful and dreamy your face looks. Naps work wonders.
- In fact, stare at yourself on a mirror daily. Each time compliment on something. Maybe today you like your hair but don’t enjoy the shape of your lips, but that’s ok because tomorrow you’ll be delighted at how cute your smile is even tho your hair might be a mess. Learn to love you.
- Bake cookies just to eat with your fingers the remaining cookie dough. Everybody knows that’s the best part of baking.
- Forgive yourself.
—  Tips for people who feel lost 

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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sushi || pjm (f)

Going out on a date with some guy you met at a café could bring more with it than meets the eye.

❀ genre: fluff.
❀ word count: 5,3k+
Spotify playlist | Youtube playlist

With slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.


‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just made.

‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was ever there.

A heavy sigh left your mouth and you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.

‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.

Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this chill and cute vibe.

‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,

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you always have his name spilling out of your mouth like a coffee too hot that is burning your tongue and you never come out alive of a relationship and you become a stranger to yourself, you come out as another person, not different but new and now you are a version of yourself even you don’t recognize and how odd is it to look in the mirror and see yourself, yet a complete stranger and tell me how it feels to see the your own face and not know a thing about it
—  does he break you or do you break yourself? // JustScribbledWords
Tailor In Love

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Requested?: Nope! This was supposed to be for the hamwriters writeathon actually BUT I did not finish it on time! Better late than never????

Prompt: Solo adventures can bring some incredible things (and people) into your life.

Words: 1.2k+

A/N: I finally remembered to fucking post this, jesus christ. Well yeah, HERE YOU GO! #WriteForOak (I love Oak)

Originally posted by possiblestalker


Being in a new town meant endless opportunities for adventure. So, of course once you throw down your bags in your hotel room, you head out into the heart of the city and search for some fun. You passed the essentials; Forever 21, Nike, Adidas and a few drugstores but nothing called out to you yet. You decided to cut through a park, watching the kids play and the adults chat with each other. The leaves crunched under your feet as you made you way down the path, a beautiful shade of orange covering the grass around you. The slight chill of Autumn was a relief from the blistering Summer days.

For some reason, you decided to take this trip on your own; wanting to embrace the world for what it was and do some soul searching. You exited the park onto another street, surveying your surroundings and noticing the most elegant red satin dress on display in a window. You slowly approached the store front, imagining yourself slipping the dress on for a night out and feeling like you owned the world. You looked up to see the store’s name.

“Hercules’ Tailor Shop.” You read before looking back at the dress.

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Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot

I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.

“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.

“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.

“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”

“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.

“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”

“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”

“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”

“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”

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A Letter From Dean

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Summary/Author Note: I think most of us get down about something sometimes. Whether that be work or school, relationships, friends & family, or even just how sometimes we aren’t very nice to ourselves. If something’s been bothering you, let Dean Winchester remind you exactly what he thinks of you…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 900ish

Warnings: one little F bomb


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anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC that has a habit of singing/dancing around their house/apartment even if there's no music? And it's like, weird dancing, not good dancing? Thanks

Sure, Anon, I wanted to put songs to the names… I hope you don’t mind. You don’t have to listen to the song, of course. Obviously i dont own any of the music

Yoosung - Me & my Broken Heart

  • You were making lunch in the     kitchen when you began to hum a song    
  • And humming turned into full     blown singing
  • And then dancing…
  • It was a music act.
  • Yoosung was peering at you     from around the corner as you slid across the tiles floor and burst your     lungs out
  • You, skilfully, managed not     to spill anything as you sung and danced 
  • Yoosung thought of how cute     you looked singing
  • “All I needs a little love in my life! All I needs a     little love in the dark! A little, but I’m hoping it might kickstart, me     and my broken heart!”     
  • He began to take a video, and     then sent it to group chat    
  • Your phone vibrated and you     were still dancing and singing when you checked it 
  • Then you saw the video of you
  • “YOOSUNG!”
  • He’s never run so fast in his life     
  • However, you can’t stay mad     at him forever because he tells you repeatedly he did it because he     thought you were cute. 
  • He helps you finish lunch,     and you dance around together    

Jaehee - Thnks Fr th Mmrs

  • You were cleaning the shower,     when suddenly Jaehee heard loud echoing
  • She got up to find you     because she thought you were in trouble
  • But she turned the corner to     hear singing, and she could see your reflection in the mirror
  • You looked possessed to be     honest
  • You were doing some creepy     stare-off thing with yourself as you sung
  • “One night and one more time! Thanks for the memories,     even thought they weren’t so great, she tastes like you, only     sweeter!”     
  • Noticed how you changed the     lyrics 
  • Her giggling got her caught, and     you immediately flushed as you tried to stumble an explanation
  • She waved you off, giving you     a quick kiss on the cheek and telling you how cute you looked
  • And you caught her tapping     her foot and humming the song later    
  • Eventually the two of you did     a duet
  • But it was probably to one of     Zen’s Musicals

Zen -  Bubblegum Bitch

  • what do you mean duets happened      all the time?
  • Well, duets did happen all     the time, but that was when you tried your best to sing
  • When you were alone you     didn’t care what you sounded like, or how you looked
  • You were dancing with a broom     as you swept the room, singing to it as if it was a person
  • Zen was watching the whole     thing from the door frame.    
  • “I’m Ms sugar pink liquor liquor lips, hit me with your     sweet love steal me with a kiss!”     
  • You tried to do a cool thing     with the broom where you threw it to the ground and then kicked it up and     caught it
  • You did not catch it
  • Instead it smacked you straight in the face    
  • You frowned as your nose     started to bleed, and Zen forgot he wasn’t suppose to be there so he raced     forward to help you    
  • He scared the shit out of you
  • “Are you okay MC?!”    
  • “How long have you been standing there??”    
  • He smirked
  • “Long enough”     
  • You smacked him and went red
  • But he assured you, you looked     very cute dancing and singing. 

Jumin - Im an Albatros

  • normally he worked late
  • So, you danced around the     apartment, singing whatever song you liked at the time, in one of his     shirts waiting his arrival 
  • Jumin came home early today,     and did not tell you    
  • So, he was standing in the     doorway, a smirk on his face, as you jumped around the apartment yelling a     song. 
  • “She called herself the hoe, with the money money flow,     but fuck that little mouse ‘cause I’m an Albatraos”     
  • You screamed when you saw     him, and fell to your knees out of pure fear. 
  • He was chuckling at you     before He approached you and gave you a quick kiss
  • The two of you got ready for     bed
  • And Jumin made a mental note     to come home early more often    
  • Because you looked very cute     when you thought no one was watching    

Saeyoung - Im the Bad Guy (Wander over Yonder)

  • Saeran was out, Saeyoung was supposed     to be out as well, but he     wasn’t, he was hiding, observing what you’d do on your own
  • It was very interesting, to     say the least
  • You began to sing a song he     didn’t actually know    
  • That’s because it’s a song     from a show he header seen    
  • You were draping all over     furniture and dramatically touching lamps as if they were people
  • “I’ve always had a weakness for bareness and bleakness!     I crush all your hopes and then I watch you cry!”     
  • You tried to do some cool     spinny thing with the lamp    
  • And got tangled in the cord    
  • And the lamp fell
  • Saeyoung couldn’t help but     laugh, which drew attention to him. 
  • 707 has been compromised     
  • you dragged him out of     hiding, and forced him to help you clean the lamp mess for laughing at you
  • And after, you put on     whatever song you wanted and started to dance ridiculously
  • And of course, Saeyoung     joined you
  • You did some weird couple     moves
  • Saeran came home
  • And decided right there on     the spot he was moving out    

V - Honey, im good

  • he had the surgery, he can see, it’s all good.    
  • You were vacuuming and you     had headphones in, but you were on the other side of the apartment and     didn’t think V would hear you    
  • You were horribly wrong
  • V could hear the commotion,     it sounded like elephants running through the house, so he went to     investigate
  • And what he found was much more interesting than a herd of     elephants     
  • You bopping your head- rather     violently- to a     song as you sing along    
  • “Nah, Nah honey I’m good! I could have another but I     probably should not, I’ve got somebody at home and if I stay I might not     leave alone!”     
  • V smiled and laughed, you     didn’t hear him, but when you shut off the vacuum and turned around you     saw him smiling
  • His smile made you less     embarrassed, somehow, and you unplugged your headphones
  • Instead of stopping, you     turned the song up and threw the phone on the bed before grabbing V and     dragging him to a dance    
  • You both just spun around the     apartment, laughing as you tripped over each other’s feet 
  • At the end of the song you     both collapsed on to the ground and stayed there for hours listening to     the other songs that played, and enjoyed each other’s company

Saeran - Kids in The Dark

  • You were in the kitchen     making breakfast
  • And he woke up at the sound     of your voice
  • A little annoyed
  • But he forgave it easily when     he saw how funny you looked    
  • You were dramatically turning     and throwing your hands out, singing like no one else was in the area. 
  • “They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out     forever, or light up a spark!”
  • The words you sung connected with him a lot    
  • You were mixing the pancake     mix, and when you turned you caught sight of Saeran. You dropped the mix     and froze in horror    
  • “I didn’t know you were there”    
  • “I could tell”    
  • He told you to keep it down     so he could sleep, and after he said it he regretted it because he missed     your voice
  • A few days later he heard you     singing again, and found you dancing once more while you cleaned the room
  • So, this time he watched you     for longer, hiding better so he wouldn’t get caught
  • You saw him, and instead of     freaking out, you sneakily made your way to him, grabbing his arms and     dragging him into the middle of the room
  • “MC, knock it off-”    
  • “Not until you dance!”     
  • You grinned up at him and     wiggled your body strangely, and he couldn’t contain it anymore
  • Saeran began to laugh, harder     and louder than he had ever done so before
  • And the two of you wiggled     weirdly and thrashed around, punching the air and screaming the lyrics
  • Saeran gathered some courage     and pulled you close to him, kissing you softly before the next song     starts
BTS Reaction When Their Girlfriend Is Insecure About Her Weight

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting this! I’m trying to post one request per day so keep sending!



Jin:

Originally posted by softfluffytae

If beauty queen Jin is dating you is bacause he loves you the way you are! But to be honest I think he’d be the main reason why you put on some weight. Dating this boy would be like Eat Jin episodes everyday, so I think t the end he’d be encouraging you to eat!

“Jagiya! I just tried this new dish and it’s delicious! Here I bought it for you, have a bite!”



Yoongi:

Originally posted by mn-yg

So Yoongi wouldn’t even care if you have some extra pounds, he’s all about originality and doesn’t care about stereotypes so he’d encourage you to accept yourself and would tell you how badass you were by not not listening to the media.

“Jagi, I’m wanted to date someone different than me, please don’t try to be skinny, you look great right now!”



Namjoon:

Originally posted by taestylips

Ok so this boy would be all up on your curves. I this he would take it as a plus side of dating you. If you showed insecurities I think he would laugh it off with you, showing you have nothing to worry about and that he just loves your curves.

“You’re perfect Jagi, I mean if you lose weight I won’t be able to grab the booty properly!”



Hoseok:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

I think he would try to make you forget about it while making fun of himself. He would see you laughing and would hold and kiss your hand showing you that he appreciates your love no matter which shape or size. So then he would tell you to love yourself like he loves you.

“Aish Jagi, I can’t believe you’re worried about that! Here let me cheer you up!”



Jimin:

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Jimin would just love your chubbiness, he would be squeezing and pinching your cheeks telling you cute you look and if you complained about your weight in front of him it would only make it worse because then he would want to show you how cute you were.

“See that Jagi?” *asks while squeezing your cheeks* “That’s why your so freaking cute!”



Taehyung:

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

This boy would pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. While you were babbling in front of the mirror because of your tummy he’d be listening, but would pretend to be distracted, because if he didn’t take it serious then you wouldn’t too!

“Jagi look at those lights outside, you can see it from here, just step away from the mirror!”



Jungkook:

Originally posted by comfyjimin

I think he would be so tired to hear you talk about your weight that he would then take you to the gym and would keep encouraging you to keep going even though it was clear how exhausted you were, so the he would start making comments like:

“See Jagi? If you’d listened to me and loved yourself like I do,you wouldn’t be here all tired and sweaty!”


Urgent Care

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this loosely based on this post that @imagine-assembling-the-avengers​ reblogged a little over a month ago because I couldn’t help myself. I think it may have gotten a little out of hand, but I’m p happy with the way it’s turned out! I just hope you guys feel the same way lmao

Pairing: AvengersxReader

Word Count: 5185

Warnings: Slight angst?


“Margaret Carter?”

“Yes?” The woman lying on the hospital bed manages to rasp out. Her breathing is labored and she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. “Who…” She trails off, trying to catch her breath. “Who are you?”

“You don’t know me, but I know how to help you.”

She lets out a hoarse laugh. “How could you help me? I’m dying, dear. There’s nothing to be done.”

“There’s always something to be done.” I shake my head and step towards her. “I have… well, I have powers. I can restore you to the way you were in the forties; young, spry and healthy.”

“How is it that you have these powers?” She asks, wary of the newly presented information.

“I’m an Inhuman, Ms. Carter. When Terrigen mists were released in my city, I was lucky enough to have the necessary alien genes to form a chrysalis and develop powers. Now,” I place my hands on my hips. “Do you want my help or not?”

“Why do you want to help me?”

“Because your idiot godson and too-pretty-for-his-own-good ex are about to do something so stupid that it’ll destroy the balance between supers and civilians as we know it.”

Her eyes widen. “And how do you happen to know this?”

“Not illegally, I can promise you that. I just happen to have Inhuman informants on the inside.”

“Alright… but how do you expect to explain my sudden, miraculous transformation to the hospital staff?”

“Oh, the hospital won’t know. They’ll think you’ve died.”

“And how do you expect to pull that off?”

“Tetrodotoxin B, Ms. Carter. It slows the heart rate to one beat per minute. Dr. Banner is quite brilliant, regardless of whether or not his inventions work the way he intended them.”

“So, I’ll be dead, will I?”

“Legally, yes.”

“And when I wake, I’ll be young again. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

She’s silent for a moment, staring at something directly in front of her. She purses her lips and turns back to me “Do it.”

“Cool,” I smirk and produce a syringe of the tetrodotoxin b and take a step closer to the woman on the bed. “I suggest you get comfortable. You’re gonna be out for a while.”

“Ms. Carter,” I snap my fingers in front of her face in an attempt to rouse her. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

Her eyelids flutter momentarily before her eyes snap open and she sits bolt upright, eyes wide. She looks at me in confusion then down at her hands and, if it’s even possible, her eyes widen further. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Thought you might ask that,” I hand her a mirror and grab my coffee from the table next to her bed. “So I brought backup.”

“How can you do this?” She asks, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. “I realize you have powers, but how can you use them without draining yourself?”

I shrug. “I just have to make sure I take in enough calories before I do anything. Either that, or I drain something or someone else”

“Someone?” She asks, lifting one perfectly shaped eyebrow. She’s trying her hardest to keep her cool, but the mask is slipping.

I shrug again. “If I have to, yes.” I finish with my coffee and crush the slightly soggy paper cup in my hand. “It’s not ideal but, y'know, desperate times and all.”

She nods her understanding and casts her eyes around the room. “Where are we?”

“Motel about half an hour’s drive from the Avengers facility in upstate New York. We have to get to there before dark.”

“You told me Steve and Tony were about to do something only I could stop. What exactly am I stopping?”

“Tony and a number of the other Avengers are about to sign the Sokovia accords. The accords were drawn up in order to move the power over those with powers to the government. Anyone with powers who doesn’t sign, meaning mutants, Inhumans and any other sort of enhanced person, will immediately be marked a criminal and they will be pursued and captured. If they are coerced to sign, they’ll be assigned to a team and all will be fine and dandy.”

“And if they refuse?”

“They’ll be put in prison. Specifically the kind that’s submerged in the middle of the ocean somewhere. They call them rafts. I like to call them hell.”

“Tony wouldn’t dare. “

“I think you’ll find that he would.” I snort. “He’s done a lot of things that he’s not proud of and he’s made some things that he lost control of. He thinks that if there’s someone to keep them in control, then he can prevent any potential future disasters.”

“And Steve…?”

“Steve disagrees, obviously.”

She smiles, likes she’s remembering something. “He never really did like having someone tell him what to do.”

“It’s more than that though. The accords affect everyone. Any powered person who doesn’t sign is a criminal. If someone’s in hiding and has to expose themselves to help an innocent in the street, no matter how pure their intentions, will be put away if they don’t sign.”

“How am I supposed to straighten them out? I’m not an unstoppable force.”

“You’re the only thing left they don’t want to lose. Steve’s probably already gotten an alert letting him know you’ve passed. We have to get to the compound before something drastic happens.”

“Alright then,” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pushes herself up. “What are we waiting for?”

“For you to change out of your grandma gown.” I rise from my seat and grab the clothing I bought for her and throw the wadded up items at her. “You look ridiculous.”

She readily catches the clothing and looks down at the nightgown she’s currently wearing before laughing. “I suppose the nightgown does age me. Where is the restroom?”

“Just down the hall there,” I point in the general direction. “I’ll pack up and start the car.”

She nods and walks off to the bathroom to change. I shove all of the clothing that’s laying around into the duffel that I brought, leaving a pair of shoes and socks out for Peggy to put on when she returns from the bathroom. Other than the possessions that I brought with, I grab the notepad and ballpoint pen from the table closest to the door and scribble down the phone number of my informant and a message that I’ll have Peggy send on either we’re on our way to the compound. After finishing with the message I take both the notepad and pen, but leave behind the key card on the table.

I fling the duffel in the back of the car and slam the door before dropping heavily into the driver’s seat and loudly closing the door.

It’s about ten minutes before Peggy slides into the passenger seat. I start the engine and, as soon I as she’s buckled her seatbelt, I tear out of the parking lot.

We ride in silence until Ms. Carter can’t stand it any longer. She shifts in her seat and angles her body towards mine. I feel her gaze weighing on me like a ton of bricks.

“Spit it out before I hit you.”

“What exactly is it that you can do?”

“In what context, Ms. Carter.”

“Your powers.” She says. “What are the extend of your powers?”

“Oh. Well, I manipulate stored energy. I can drain energy from people, plants, animals, you name it. I can also give that power back. If I have to, I can weaponize it, but I prefer to keep my talents in the infirmary.”

“Is that how you met your informant?”

“More or less yes. He and I worked at the Avengers facility together. He’s a weapons technician and I worked in the infirmary. More often than not, he would get injured trying to help Stark with his tech and I’d have to patch him up.” I concentrate on the road signs my eyebrows furrowing. “I got pretty well acquainted with most of the Avengers, if I’m being honest. After they found out about my powers they would occasionally come see me for a little energy boost before missions. Not all of them will be happy to see me, so please don’t be offended if I use you like a human shield.”

“Why wouldn’t they be happy to see you?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Let’s just say I couldn’t be exactly what they wanted.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I sigh, my grip tightening around the steering wheel. “During the Ultron incident the team picked up a couple of kids. They went to Sokovia and only one of the kids came back alive. They wanted me to bring him back, but I couldn’t. His brain had been without oxygen for too long and I couldn’t do anything to help.” I wipe a frustrated tear away with my thumb. “No one was too happy to have me around at that point, so I left. I kept in touch with my informant and, from what he tells me, at least a few of them think I’m a deserter.”

“That hardly seems appropriate.” She turns her body back to the front of the car and focuses her eyes on the road.

“Yeah, well I left when things got hard. Their words hold some truth. Can’t really be upset when I’m the one who gave up and ran away.” I flip open the compartment between the two front seats and fish out the note I had written earlier and the cell phone and toss them into her lap. “The past doesn’t matter. The present does though, so text that message to the number on the paper.”

I stop the car in a secluded area a ways away from the facility. It looks almost exactly the way it did the day I left.

“So this is the Avengers facility?”

“Yup.”

“It’s not as large as I would have expected Tony to have built it.”

“There’s more to it than what you see right here.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull myself out of the car. Peggy follows and joins me on my side of the car. “There are a bunch of buildings that you can’t see from here and there’s a large portion of the facility that’s underground.” I point to a small building a few yards away. “That’s how we’re getting in. We just have to wait for my friend to open the door.”

“And when is that supposed to happen?”

“Just give the man a second. He does work in one of the most heavily fortified facilities in the world.”

“What is that building anyway? It’s so small, I can’t imagine it having much more use than a small shed.”

“It’s the underground entrance. Most people who live outside of the facility use it to come and go, especially those of us who work, or rather worked on the lower levels of the facility.”

“Huh,”

The doors slide open, revealing my friend who stands there staring in our general direction. I lock the car and gesture to Ms. Carter to follow me. She sticks close, understanding the risk of sneaking into the compound.

“It’s about damn time you got here.” He says as soon as we’re in earshot. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “Shut up and give me a hug you asshole.” He laughs and pulls me into a brief but tight hug. “We works have been here sooner, but restoring her drained me more than I expected it to.”

He nods and looks over my shoulder to Ms. Carter. “It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. We’ve all heard great things.”

“It’s good to meet you too.” She nods respectfully. “I have no idea what your names are though.”

“You didn’t tell her our names?!”

“It never came up!”

“You’re hopeless.” He sighs in resignation. “I’m Jared and they’re (Y/N).”

“Alright,” Peggy nods once again.

“Okay, we should head inside before we get caught out here. I’d rather go to them than have them come to us.” I suggest stepping aside to allow Peggy to go through the door before me. Jared nods and we follow him down three flights of stairs and into his small office at the very end of the corridor.

As soon as the door is closed I open an application on my phone and activate it before nodding to Jared. He nods back and nod grabs a spare uniform that he managed to smuggle out of the laundry from behind his desk.

“How long do we have until they know something’s up?” He asks.

“Maybe fifteen minutes, twenty if we’re lucky.” I answer taking one of the uniforms from him and immediately beginning to change into it.  “Stark, we should start worrying around ten.”

“Alright then, here’s the plan; Stark and Rogers aren’t exactly talking to each other right now. Last I heard, Rogers was mourning the loss of Ms. Carter here. You walk past a few security cameras, freak out the security staff enough that they call Stark in to check, he alerts the rest of the team and you wait for them to come to you.”

“Cool,” I zip the front of the uniform and stuff the cap on my head. “Anyone I should be particularly worried about?”

“Romanoff and Barton always seemed to like you, so they probably won’t be a huge problem. The Vision is just…”

“Vision?” I offer.

Jared snorts. “Let’s say he’s learning. You see the news a couple days ago?” I nod.  “Wanda’s in a bad spot, she may not even show up.”

“Might be for the best. I got weird energy readings off of her when she realized I couldn’t bring her brother back.” I nod. “Anyone else I should be wary of aside from the fearless leaders?”

“Rhodes and Wilson joined up, so you might want to watch out for them.”

“Why is it that you’re warning them but not me?” Peggy asks.

“Because you’re the person who started all of this.” Jared says, gesturing to the facility in general. “Who would dare hurt you?

“Even so-”

“Listen,” I cut her off “I’m the one who pissed everyone off. Anyone who’s still upset with me is more likely to just punch me and then ask questions. If they don’t recognize you, they still won’t initially hurt a civilian. You’re fine.”

“If you insist.”

“She’s right, Ms. Carter.” Jared glances at the clock. “You two better get going if you want to get this done.”

I nod. “Alright, let’s go.”

We bid Jared farewell and head back out into the facility. I take her down past the gym where the Captain worked out when he wanted to be alone and check the window to the main door. Sure enough, he’s in there, pounding away at a bag near the doors. I slip away before he can see me and nod to Peggy. She nods back and takes her place in front of the door.

Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the concrete floor. I close my eyes and focus on the Captain’s energy signature. When I’m sure that I’ve locked onto his unique energy, I send a jolt through the floor and into his body in hopes of it startling him enough to get him to look around and see his lost love standing at the door.

At the sound of Ms. Carter’s soft gasp, I grab her wrist and haul her down the corridor, whipping the both of us around a corner and pressing us against the wall. We hear the doors slam open and the slapping of feet against concrete as Steve thunders out of the gym. As soon as we hear his footsteps retreat we move on to our next point.

We quickly make our way to the hangar. There are rows upon rows of quinjets in various states of disrepair. Several technicians shout a greeting and I wave back, grinning at their reactions when they realize who we are.

“(Y/N)!”

I glance over my shoulder to see who’s trying to get my attention. When I see someone jogging to catch up with us I stop Ms. Carter and turn around to wait. I squint at them, trying to figure out who they are and it takes a while for it to click.

“Freddy?” I call, “Is that you?”

He laughs as he comes to a stop in front of me. “The one and only.”

“You’ve put on some weight, man.” I comment, pulling him into a hug. “It’s a good look for you.”

He laughs again, slapping me heartily on my back before releasing me from the hug. “I’ll have you know it’s all muscle!”

I snort in amusement. “Yeah, whatever you say, Fred.” He grins at me and I laugh at his response. “How’re the wife and kids?”

“Still just as tickled as ever that I have a job.” He answers. Peggy catches his attention and I immediately see the rebellious sparkle glint in his eyes. “So you’re really doing it, huh? Restoring balance to the Avengers?”

“We’re sure as hell gonna try.”

“Well good on you,” He leans in slightly and lowers his voice. “Though I’m glad I’m not the one who has to be there when the shit hits the fan.”

“I would never ask that of you. You have a family to protect. I don’t want to mess that up for you.” A loud siren cuts through the air and I sigh loudly. “That’s our cue, Ms. Carter.”

“It was lovely to meet you, Fred.” Peggy says, nodding to the stout man in front of us.

“Same to you, ma’am.” He grins at the two of us and squeezes my arm in a silent wish of good luck.

I clap him on the shoulder and lead Peggy towards the exit on the other side of the hangar. Before we leave the massive room I take off the cap that I’m wearing and discard it, making it easier to recognize me.

I hold the door for Ms. Carter and follow after her as soon as she’s through the doorway, the door banging shut behind us.

“There they are!” Someone yells to our right. Upon further investigation I find a horde of facility security officers not too far off.

“Oh, this is getting good,” I say, shooting a manic grin at Peggy before grabbing her by the hand and rushing off in the direction opposite the security officers.

Without so much as a shout of complaint, Peggy races after me, managing to stick close to me as we wave through the maze-like halls of the facility.

As soon as we burst through the doors that lead to another open field on the other side of the compound we’re met by both Stark and Rhodes, their repulsors trained on the both of us. By the shouts coming from behind us I would hazard a guess that the security guards followed us out and, with any luck, the good captain himself.

“Was this part of the plan?” Ms. Carter hisses.

“Completely.” I answer. “Just stay very still.”

“Y know, I was really hoping we’d never see you again, (Y/N).” Stark’s voice scratches out of his suit.

“Believe me, if I could have avoided coming back, I would have.”

“Care to explain why you’re back then? And on top of that, why did you drag this innocent woman into your petty liitle fight with us?”

“Are you really such an incredible dumbass that you’ve already forgotten what your godmother looks like, Stark?” I question.

Tony snorts in derision. “Peggy Carter is dead. You really expect anyone to believe that you brought her back after claiming you couldn’t bring Maximoff back?”

“He had been without oxygen for too long. If I had even tried he would have been brain dead and that would have been a fate worse than death. I did everyone a favor. The fact that you still can’t see that just cements the fact that leaving this team was the best decision I ever made. However, I didn’t come here to dig up the past, I came to get you idiots the scolding of a lifetime.” I run a hand through my hair and square my shoulders defiantly. “Three days ago I paid Ms. Carter a visit in her hospital room. I offered her the chance to have her youth back and she accepted. Using one of Banner’s little inventions, I helped her fake her death and restored her.”

“You're… you’re really not lying about this, are you?” Steve’s voice sounds from behind me. I sigh loudly and turn around to face the man.

“I’ve caused you all enough pain as it is. I wouldn’t come back and spout nonsense just to rub salt into the wounds.”

Looking over my shoulder, I catch Ms. Carter’s eye and nod to her. Her jaw sets and she turns to face the man. I watch as his eyes go wide and tears form in his eyes.

“Hello, Steve.” She says quietly.

“I-I…” He stutters, searching for something to say. “You’re here.” He says finally.

Peggy nods once. “I am. “ She confirms before turning around again to face her godson. “Now, Anthony, this young person has filled me in on the, what did you call them?” She asks, turning her head towards me.

“The Sokovia Accords.” I answer.

“Yes, the Sokovia Accords.” She nods. “You can’t seriously be considering signing the blasted thing.”

“The accords are going to do a lot of good.” He says defensively.

“No, what they’re going to do is set back the progress we’ve made with powered people by several decades. Do you realize how hard it was to normalize the existence of mutants, Tony? Now with the appearance of Inhumans, we’re presented with an entirely new obstacle and the only thing signing those accords will do is not only criminalize, but demonize the existence of anyone with abilities.”

“Aunt Peggy-”

“I am not finished.” She says tersely. I imagine her tacking on a ‘young man’ at the end of her sentence and have to tamp down the urge to laugh. “Why exactly are you signing the accords? Did you think about how it would affect the rest of your team? How it would affect the rest of the world? Once you sign something like this and it takes hold, it’s very hard to dismantle it. Tell me, have you even read through the proposal?”

“I’ve skimmed it.”

“Of course you have.” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“(Y/N), please, that’s not helping.” Peggy says curtly.

“Right, sorry. Force of habit.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you know what they’re proposing to do with those who don’t sign the accords, Tony?”

“I don’t exactly remember for sure.” He answers. We can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s trying to look anywhere but at Peggy right now.

“They’re going to put them in prison, dear. Prison. For something they can’t even control. And you think this is a good proposal?”

The faceplate of Tony’s mask finally slides up, revealing his uncertain expression. “We need someone to keep us in line. We can’t keep operating on our own. Too many bad things have happened when we’ve run unchecked and it can’t go on like this.”

“Then propose something else.” Peggy says evenly. “The two of you need to work together and draw up a document that you can both agree on.”

“That sounds… doable.” Steve says slowly.

“It damn well better be or, so help me, I will take over and make your lives a living hell until you straighten out. Even then, who knows what I’ll do!” Peggy threatens.

I watch Steve visibly stiffen and I find myself slightly amazed at the effect that this woman has on these two men. I knew she was important, but I guess even then I underestimated her.

When the two men don’t verbally react she shoots alternating disapproving looks at the two men. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course, Peggy.” Steve nods fervently.

Peggy and I stare at Tony expectantly. He drops his gaze to the grass.

“Yes, Aunt Peggy.” He mumbles, his words just barely loud enough for us to hear.

Peggy nods in satisfaction. “Good. Now shake on it.”

Both men stare at her, eyes wide. She just lifts her eyebrows at the two of them, her expression otherwise stern.

“Well?” She places her hands on her hips. “We haven’t got all day, have we?”

I watch, mouth covered by my hand to muffle a giggle, as the two men trudge reluctantly towards each other and firmly grasp one others hand. They move them up stiffly up and down once before looking to Ms. Carter for approval. She sighs in exasperation and rolls her eyes.

“Fine,” She scrubs a hand down her face and crosses her arms over her chest. “Let’s get started on this. I don’t want you to put off something this important.”

Steve nods and waves away the security officers who quickly disperse, nodding once to me and Ms. Carter before they’re gone.

“Y’know, I half wanted to work security when I started here.” I muse, watching the men stalk off to their regular postings. “Maybe you guys wouldn’t hate me as much if I did.”

“You think that we hate you?” Steve questions.

I shrug once before nodding. “S’why I left. Everyone was throwing off negative energy and it was all directed at me. With the strength of it, I knew I wouldn’t be missed if I left. On top of that, Tony’s little greeting earlier really just confirmed that my decision was the right one.”

Steve’s expression darkens and I can’t quite read it. He just looks me directly in the eye and nods once before motioning for us to follow him.

I follow after Peggy as both Tony and Steve lead the way back into the facility.

Soon the hallway let’s out into a tunnel of glass, looking out on the expansive fields of the facility. Everything is impossibly green and beautiful. I half wonder if one of the landscapers has powers because whoever keeps up with this has to either be in a hundred places at once or have the greenest thumb in existence.

I amble along behind the small group, taking in the view, shoving my hands in my pockets and not really paying any attention to what’s going on around me. If I keep quiet I’ll be able to leave again soon without too much fuss.

“(Y/N)!” Tony barks, snapping his fingers in front of my nose, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

“What?” I ask, scowling at him.

“We’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.” Steve says.

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how much I don’t want to be here. Didn’t realize you’d actually want to talk to me.”

“Is everyone who quits your little company this sarcastic, Tony?” Peggy asks.

“Nope, just this one.”

I roll my eyes. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Where did you get the uniform?” Tony asks. “It’s not like you can just make one.”

“I borrowed it from a friend who liberated it from the wash for me.”

“Who was it?”

“Now that would be tattling, Stark, and tattling can get someone fired in a place like this.”

“It’s not like I’d fire them.” Tony grumbles.

“Wouldn’t you though?” Steve questions, cooking an eyebrow accusing lyrics.

Stark isn’t given a chance to defend himself as Natasha enters the corridor.

“I heard the alarm a little while ago, what happened?” She asks, looking between her two colleagues.

“Why don’t you ask your little friend here?” Tony says, making a sweeping gesture towards me.

“Friend? I didn’t know anyone was supposed to be here.” Her brow furrows as she looks past them before her eyes settle on me and a grin stretches her elegant features. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, Nat,” I greet her with a wave and a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you here!”

She pushes past the men at the head of the group to wrap an arm round my neck and pull me down to her height so she can grind her knuckles into my scalp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Couldn’t,” I grit out, smile still firmly in place, and try to shove her off of me. “It was kind of a secret.”

“I’m a spy, I can keep a secret.” She says, releasing me and punching me in the arm.

“I know, but this was a really big one!” I say, my voice almost a whine, and rub at my arm.

“This is what that young man meant when he said she liked you?” Peggy asks incredulously.

“What young man?” Tony asks.

“Nunya,” I answer, shit eating grin plastered on my face.

“Last name?”

“Business.”

“Nunya Business…” Tony trails off, his brow furrowing angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

Steve snorts loudly, his mouth covered with his hand to keep his laughter contained and Peggy smacks his arm, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I laugh outright and Natasha snickers from beside me.

“Was it Jared?” Nat whispers in my ear. I nod in response. “Good kid.”

“He is,” I agree.

“Is that Peggy Carter?”

“Indeed it is,” I nod.

“Isn’t she supposed to be dead?” Natasha asks.

“Yup,”

“Tetrodotoxin B?”

“Right on the nose, Nat.” I laugh. “Figured she was the only one who could fix this whole business with the Accords.”

“Huh,”

“Yeah,” I sigh quietly. Steve, Tony and Peggy begin walking down the hall again and Natasha and I follow after them, keeping enough distance between us that we can talk at a normal level. “Is Steve still looking for Barnes?”

“You think there’s any force in the world that could possibly stop him once he’s put his mind to something?”

“Right, well, he might want to check Romania.”

“Romania?”

“Sounds strange, I know, but I’ve heard rumors from a few Inhumans in the area who have seen someone who looks like the Winter Soldier in the street markets.”

The group goes into the conference room and Natasha and I loiter outside a while longer.

“You sure the information is legitimate?” She questions.

“I doubt my own people would lie about something this serious. Still,” I shrug. “Even if it’s not, it’s a better lead than anything he’s had in almost two years.”

“Sure wouldn’t hurt.” She turns her attention to the group in the room, hunched over a large stack of papers. “You think you’d ever come back?”

“Stark doesn’t want me here.” I say simply.

“That doesn’t answer the question, (Y/N).”

“Let’s worry about the Accords before I make a decision okay?”

“Fair enough.”

——–

Part 2


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How Could I Forget?

Request: Reader and Newt met each other, got married through some sort of magical marriage that makes a so-called deep connection. But an accident makes her loose a memory. She is back home, but connection remained like a connector to soul and emotional part. Newt watches from afar, some depressed time… May be this connection is like Unbreakable Vow. Do not know, how to describe it…((( Reader after sometime manage to remember. Angst in beginning, but good ending.

(A/N: THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST THANK YOU)

Originally posted by jeremy-jordans

You stand at the alter, facing Newt. “Please grab arms,” the Minister says. You do so. “Now, Newt, do you promise to love (Y/N) even when it’s hard to do so and care for her when she’s unable to care for herself?”
“I do,” Newt says, sharing a smile with you. Lines begin glowing around your hands.
“(Y/N), do you promise to love Newt even when it’s hard to do so and care for him when he’s unable to care for himself?”
“I do.”

“I pronounce you husband and wife.” The line glows brightly before diminishing. Newt leans in and gently kisses you. The guests cheer before the two of you run out of the chapel.


“Come on, Newt, we’re going to be late!” you call while pulling on your shoes.
Newt runs over to you and quickly kisses you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“Just hurry it up,” you say with a laugh. He pulls on his coat and the two of you apparate to Hogsmeade where you were grabbing drinks with some friends from Hogwarts.

You wrapped your arm around Newt’s. You start heading to the Three Broomsticks. “This is where you took me on our first date, remember?” Newt asks.
“How could I forget? You spilled butterbeer all over me,” I said with a laugh.
“You turned beet red and I couldn’t stop laughing.”

There was a bang coming from behind you. You turned to find two men arguing. They clearly looked intoxicated. They begin casting curses and you look to Newt in fear.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers.
The two of you begin to run, but curses are coming quickly in your direction. Newt wraps his arm around you, but it’s not enough.

You’re hit in the back and crumple to the ground.

Newt’s PoV

I feel (Y/N) go limp before hitting the ground. “(Y/N)!” I scream, falling to my knees. I immediately wrap my arms around her and apparate us to St. Mungo’s.
“Help me! Please!” I scream to whoever can hear me. Two nurses run to me.
“Can you carry her?” one asks. I nod. “Follow me.”

I cradle (Y/N) in my arms and run after the nurse who leads me to a room. I set her on the bed and then am ushered away.

“Mr. Scamander?” a healer asks.
I stand. “Yes?”
“Your wife is going to be fine, but-”
I rush into her room and the two of us lock eyes. I reach for her hand, but she jerks away. “Who are you?” she asks inquisitively.
“Newt, I’m your-are you-,” I turn to the doctor, “Can she see okay?”
“Mr. Scamander, (Y/N) is suffering extreme memory loss. I’m afraid she really doesn’t know who you are.”

I turn back to her. “You don’t know me?” I whisper. She shakes her head.
“Can I speak to you outside, Newt?” the healer asks. We walk outside and I slump into a chair. “I strongly urge that you not try to reteach her everything. If she asks questions, answer them, but don’t attack her with information.”

“She’s my wife,” I hiss quietly.
“We’ll tell her that, but leave it there. She should get her memory back.”
“Should?” I say through gritted teeth. He nods.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander.”

I walk back into the room. “(Y/N), you are going to be released soon, and you’ll be in Newt’s care,” the healer said.
“Why him, I can care for myself,” she says.
The healer looks at me. “I’m your husband, (Y/N).”


(Y/N) is released into my care the next day. “So this is where we live?” she asks.
I fight back tears. “Yes, it is.”
She sits down on the couch and I sit across from her. We sit in silence, not looking at each other for the longest time. “When did we get married?” she asked quietly.
“5 months ago.”
“I’m going to bed.” She stands up and I point the bedroom, where she goes without saying a word.

After sitting on my own for half an hour, I go into the bedroom and change into night clothes. As I stand over the bed, (Y/N) turns around to look at me. “I know we’re married and stuff, but I really don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as you.”

I nod before grabbing an extra blanket and making a bed on the couch. I curl up under the scratchy blanket. What had I done to deserve this? Tears filled my eyes and I began to cry uncontrollably. What if she never remembered me? Would we continue to live life like this? We’d made a vow that neither of us could break. Would she fall in love with me again or would we live a life being unhappily married?

I wake up on my own. This is the first time in 5 months I’ve not woken up beside (Y/N). I get up and find (Y/N) sitting on the counter in the kitchen. “I don’t know how to cook. Or what to eat. Anything, really,” she says, defeated.
“I’ll make cereal.” I pour two bowls and we separate. It’s hard for both of us to be near each other.

After breakfast, I have to care for my creatures. I go into my case and begin feeding all of my creatures. “I just don’t understand how she can’t remember me at all,” I say to no one. There’s no one I can talk to about this. She was my confidante. I told her everything and now she doesn’t remember me.

“Newt?” I hear (Y/N) call from above the case.
“Yes, love?” I call back. I catch myself as soon as the words leave my mouth. I kick my desk and then sink to the floor. “I’m coming,” I call.

As I exit my case, I hear a scream. “What happened?” I ask.
“You just- the case- how?” she screams.
“It’s enchanted so it’s bigger on the inside,” I explain.
“Newt, I don’t enjoy being lied to.”
I sigh. “Just, follow me.”

I lead her down the staircase and watch as her jaw drops. “This shouldn’t be able to happen.”
“It’s magic. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a wizard.”

She steps away from me. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “So are you.” Her jaw drops.
“Let me show you around.”

I introduce her to all my magical creatures. Well, reintroduce. We spend almost all day down there. To finish off the day, I cook dinner using magic. We eat in silence. “That was pretty cool.”
“Thank you.” After I clean up she’s already in bed. I grab my clothes and change in the bathroom.

I crawl under the covers on the couch and stare at the ceiling. I thought that magic might bring her memory back, but no such luck. If that didn’t do it, what can?

Months pass and we continue our routine, she sleeps on the bed, I sleep on the couch, we try not to talk to each other. I don’t talk much. I don’t leave the house. How can I continue living life when my wife doesn’t know who I am. I spend most of my time staring at walls.
I’m doing just that when (Y/N) walks in. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Is it?” I ask.
“11 months.” She pauses. “Where did we meet?”
I smile. “Can I take you there?”

I put my hand on her arm and apparate us to Hogsmeade. “The Three Broomsticks. We came here when we were still in school. I spilled butterbeer all over you, remember? I turned beet red and you couldn’t stop laughing.”

She smiles. “I think I can remember it. Kind of. I don’t know how I could forget it.”
“You did a charm to clean yourself up and I couldn’t even look in your eyes I was so embarrassed,” I laugh.
“I had to ask for the bill because you couldn’t talk.”

I look into (Y/N)’s eyes. “You remember.”
“How could I forget?”
“Do you remember me?”
“Mostly. I don’t have everything, but I have enough.” She reached up and kissed me. My heart filled with butterflies. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me.

Tears filled my eyes. I apparate us back home. “You remember here?” I ask.
“Yes. You broke three plates in the kitchen, a mirror in the bathroom, a chair, and our bed.”
“I hoped you’d forget that,” I whispered, a smile playing on my lips.
“I may forget some things, but your clumsiness is none of them.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” I whisper.
“Yes, but I have not. Newt Scamander, I love you more than anything on this earth.”
“More than chocolate frogs?” I ask.
She laughs. “More than chocolate frogs.”

It’s almost midnight now and we both yawn. “I know it probably goes without saying, but you don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do a Preference on how Each of the boys (Mark,Tyler&Ethan) would act with a Plus size girlfriend?(:

well of course, honeybee! here we go!

If the reader was plus sized:

Mark:

Originally posted by dogiplier

Mark, seeing you look at yourself sadly in the mirror: (gif)

Mark likes to show you that he can pick you up, even though your plus size. He does it like it’s nothing. He’ll pick you up by the waist and twirl you around before setting you back down and kissing your forward. He makes the above face anytime he sees you looking down on yourself, or if you say something self deprecating. He gets so sad. He thinks your perfect, and that it’s not fair that you got stuck with such self hating thoughts. If you ever want to, he’ll always tag along with you to the gym, so you don’t feel too self conscious.

Tyler:

Originally posted by smile-always-bitch

Tyler (gif): I just … don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. Like, why do you feel that way when so many people think you’re beautiful?

Ty’s very big on body positivity, especially when it comes to you, because obviously, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. On the days when you’re feeling good about yourself, Tyler is all for it, showing you off to everyone. Regardless, he’s always proud of his girlfriend and how far you’ve come, because he loves you just as you are. When you’re not feeling so hot, it’s movie nights in with a big blanket and both of your favorite snacks, and comforting words in your ear, as well as worried ones, like the ones above.

Ethan:

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Ethan, seeing you messing with your stomach/arms/stretch marks/etc. (gif): Y/N, stop doing that.

Ethan knows a lot about bullying, mostly because of how scrawny he is, and a lot because of his acne. So whenever someone begins to make fun of you, or cyberbullies you on YouTube or other social media, he’ll immediately get angry, and either shoot them down or go on a rant about how people are the worst. You usually have to calm him down, and then he’ll tell you that you don’t deserve it and that there’s nothing wrong with you. He instantly gets sad when you hate on yourself, and shuts you down instantly.

anonymous asked:

Okok so it can be a scenario or a list of things idc buuuuut super insecure MC going to an art exhibit with V to find out that his entire gallery are beautiful pictures of her /a lot of them are nudes too because insecure but V obviously finds her beautiful/ and he wins?? And everyone finds the photos incredible. And she's never felt more happy and beautiful. I just want V to have a good happy damn ending with MC

This is wonderful yes! I’ll write this as V has his eyesight.

~Okay but I changed it just a little bit, I’m sorry. I love the idea but I also don’t want anyone putting nudes up of someone without their consent? So MC has said yes to the photos but hasn’t seen them so that’s the surprise okay? I hope you don’t mind!


[VxReader/MC]

Fluffy fluff <3

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     “Don’t be nervous,” V spoke in that calm way of his.

     It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to be put on display for everyone to see. Months ago he had asked if you would be his sole subject for an upcoming gallery. It was his big comeback after getting the eye surgery, and the only thing he said he wanted to shoot-was you. How he talked you into this, you’ll never know. Well…you did know. It’s because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he talked had you believe it yourself for the first time. But staring at your reflection in the mirror now, thinking about all those people who had been anxiously waiting for his return and packed in to the space like sardines gawking at the photos, your stomach was doing flips. What if they didn’t like them? V hadn’t even let you see the pictures, he said he ‘wanted it to be a surprise.’ You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking deep breaths to calm yourself and fumbling with the stupid clip of your necklace.

     V moved your hair to the side and took the clasp from your hands, kissing your neck softly after securing it. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. He smelled of his cologne.

     “Ready?” he hummed excitedly.

     “No,” you pouted.

     “It’s going to be alright,” he chuckled, “have faith in me.”


      Just as you expected, the space was packed. An uproarious applause incited by your arrival lasted for what seemed like an hour, and your cheeks were feeling hot. A few faces stuck out in the crowd of strangers. People you’d had dinners with or photographers friends of V’s. The room was buzzing and you were feeling sick.

     “I need a glass of champagne,” you squeezed his hand.

     “Alright, love. Wait right here, I’ll be back,” he replied before disappearing.

     You had tried to avoid looking at the pictures but you supposed you had no choice now. The memory attached to each photo replayed in your mind while looking at them. That close up of your face. He had pulled the camera up and snapped that picture in the middle of a conversation, “your eyes are sparkling so brightly right now,” he’s said.

     And that angled photograph on you among tall trees looking towards the sky. You’d both been out on a nature hike that day and you stopped to admire the sun shining through the leaves.

     And the black and white portrait of you nude on the bed, body parts peeking out through the silk sheet. You almost choked. That was taken one night after you’d just finished having sex. He’d rolled out of the bed and reached for his camera.

     “V, no…” you had put your hands over your face.

     “Please…you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’d love to capture this for the gallery. The flush of your cheeks and your messy hair framing your face…you look sexy and elegant and confident. Please, would you let me?”

     “Well…alright…but keep the compliments going,” you laughed.

     You had forgotten about that one. Oh god, where was that champagne? Looking around you caught soundbites and snippets of conversation.

     “This really is his best work yet.”

     “What a comeback!”

     “These are really inspiring, I’ve already chosen the one I’d like to purchase.”

     “This whole collection is so beautiful and raw, I’m in love!”

     It was almost too much to take in. People were liking photos of…you? Buying photos of you? It was like being in the twilight zone. How many times had you cried in a dressing room when something didn’t fit right, or looked at yourself in the mirror after a shower with disgust? And now here you were, body on display for the world to see, and they were enamored with you? At some point in your trail of thoughts a smile had spread on your lips. Perhaps you hadn’t given V enough credit…

     “That’s you, correct? You’re the girl in these?” a tall man had taken a spot next to you.

     “Oh…um, yes. I am,” you nodded and blushed.

     “These are excellent. I am particularly interested in this one here,” he gestured to a photo of you smiling with his cocktail, “what modeling agency are you with? I think I have a few opportunities for you. Would you like to go to dinner maybe, talk things over?” he took a confident sip of his drink.

     “Careful, buddy. Don’t steal her away from me now,” V appeared with your champagne glass and handed it to you, chuckling and slipping his free hand around your waist.

     “V! My apologies, I didn’t realize… Well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” he shrugged, “excuse me, then,” he took a few steps and mingled himself into another group.

     “I’m sorry I took so long. Every step I was getting pulled in for a chat”

     “It seems like everyone is raving about your work,” you noted before taking a much needed sip.

     “Yes. But what do you think?” he replied in that serious tone, like he was nervous to even ask.

     “I…I love it. I’m shocked, but I love it.”

     “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I know you were hesitant at first. But, I wanted everyone-including you, to see just how beautiful you really are. To see you as I see you. Come on, let’s look at them all together,” he beamed.

     It was a night of praises and cheers. It seemed everyone was pining over the photos and praising your looks. Every group had something wonderful to say. ‘You’re a lucky man, V’ ‘What a beautiful couple you two make’ ‘I’d take her photos, too’ ‘Will you be doing a second collection like this one?’

     As the evening dwindled down you felt like floating. All of your fears and insecurities seemed so small and insignificant now as V held your hand and kissed your forehead in pure joy at the responses you both had received.

     “V, all of the works have sold! I can’t believe it. What a night!,” the woman who ran the gallery was gushing. She might have even been a little buzzed off of champagne in celebration of the success.

     “I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.

     “But there is a man who wants to talk to you. It’s about that photo, the one you didn’t want sold?”

     “Oh? Alright then, where is he?”

     She led you both to a large man in a thick black coat. He was holding a drink in his gloved hand, his eyes transfixed on that black and white portrait of you on the bed.

     “Ah, the man of the hour!” he shook V’s hand, “now you can explain to me why this lady here says I can’t buy this piece.”

     “I’m glad you like it,” he laughed, “but it’s just as she said. It’s not for sale. I wanted to add it to the gallery, but I’m afraid I can’t part with it.”

     “I’m a determined man, V. I’ve been a fan of your work for a long time now. This photo is emotional and brilliant. This woman looks fierce but elegant. It’s truly captivating. I don’t like to take no for an answer. Now, if it’s a matter of money…”

     V couldn’t help but smile and nod, all three of you were now gazing at the picture.

     “Right you are,” V replied, “but I’m sorry. This one is just for me.”

Happy Accident (Jun)

Originally posted by withjunhui

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Could you do a junhui scenario where your his friend who he accidentally got pregnant one night after the two of you getting drunk whilst celebrating a music show win please??


You smiled as you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your stomach stuck largely even under your decently baggy sweater. The doorbell rang as you headed to the door with a slight waddle. You opened it and saw Junhui there “hey how are you feeling?” he asked as he looked you over. “I’m fine” you say as he helped you out. “How is Yong?” he asks as he rests his hand on your back. “He’s fine just moves a lot” you say as you rest your hands onto your stomach. 

Junhui wasn’t your boyfriend, husband, best friend. No he was your baby daddy and a good friend. It was weird but it worked well for the two of you. Who knew a drunken night would make you two even better friends than before? You were to have a son. Wen Yong. Within the next two months you two were planning to hear the first cries of little Yong which excited and scared you.

“We need to pick an outfit for when he’s allowed to come home” he said “how is it going to work?” you asked him as he turned to you “what do you mean?” he asked. “We don’t live together and we don’t plan to. Will he live with me and you’ll come and visit?” you asked him as his fingers tightened on you lightly. “I don’t know I never thought of it. But I believe him staying with you is the smartest thing since I live with 12 other males” he said as he smiles leaning over pressing a light kiss to you temple. “I know our boy is in good hands with you” he tells you as you chuckle rubbing your tummy.

~

“How do you feel?” Seokmin asked as you gave a tired smile. “Better knowing Jun is taking time off to spend time with his son” you say as you glanced down at the small carrier which held your infant son. Junhui didn’t have much time off to see his two week old but after much begging he finally was able to get time.

Junhui came out from the hall with a smile. “I packed” he said as he held 2 large bags. “Are you moving in?” you joked he chuckled “You told me Yong spits up a lot so I am prepared” he said as he guides you to the door.

~

Junhui smiled as Yong laid against him as he relaxed on the couch. “He seems like he’s already gotten bigger” he says as you nod. “So am I sleeping in your bed?” he asked “the last time you asked that I got pregnant with your child” “you’re not drunk and neither am I” he said as he rubbed Yong’s back.

Junhui followed you to your room as he took in the many new things that filled your room. Mainly the crib “you have a spare room why is the crib in here now. I spent time putting a nursery together” he says as you gesture to the crib. “I like him being closer it gives me comfort” you tell him. He laid Yong into his crip and put the bars up. He smiled taking a seat on the bed and “how have you been feeling” he asked as he takes your hands into his before you sat down. “Tired. Your son is very active for a little guy” you say as he pulls you in. “For the next week I will be here to help you with him. Then I will make sure to come over when I can” he tells you. “You better. I don’t want to raise him alone” you say as he nods. “I will make sure you don’t” he promises.

Freak in the Sheets

Pairing: Tyler/Reader Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Tyler, Bondage, Name Calling, Choking, Public Sex Rating: Mature A/N: The ask for this was a bit vague, so I’m very sorry if this was your ask and it’s not what you wanted. Also, I love the gif because Delena is my life.

Originally posted by lovershub

“What else is there left to do?” Josh asks, walking ahead of everybody. You, Tyler, Josh, and a few other people had went to an amusement park, and had been there for hours. You had practically gone on every single ride you could, and your legs started to hurt. Tyler, being the amazing boyfriend he is, had been carrying you on his back for the past hour, and you could tell he was also growing tired. “Nothing, we all hurt. Let’s just go get food” You offer. Everyone agrees and you head to the car, getting in and laying your head on Tyler’s shoulder. The ride to the nearest restaurant was pretty silent, most of you pretty beat. Of course, that changed pretty quick when the car parked in the lot, and the smell of food hit you all. The car empties and you all run out and head inside, taking a seat and ordering your food. The way the seating was arranged was there was six of you at a table. On one side, it was the three others, and on your side, Tyler was by the wall, you were in the middle, and Josh was on the outside next to you. The conversations were meaningless while you all waited for your food, and you were going on about how fun the rides were. However, you shut your mouth immediately when Tyler set his hand on your thigh and slowly started to move towards the button on your pants. “Something wrong babe?” Tyler asks, a mock concern look on his face. You nod your head and he unbuttons your pants, sliding down the zipper, before moving his hand away. You look at him and glare, and go to fix your pants, but he slaps your hand. He looks at you and shakes his head, before returning to his conversation. “I’ll just do it myself” You say, crawling over Josh to stand up. Tyler looks at you and shakes his head, but you smile and walk to the bathroom anyway. As soon as you push through the stall, you get a text from Tyler:“I swear to God if you touch yourself in there, when we get home I’m going to destroy you” You gulp and feel your palms grow a bit sweaty. The thought of whatever Tyler would do to you made you even more wet, and you knew Tyler wouldn’t do it for you out there. You lock the door and head to one of the stalls, locking yourself in there as well. You pull out your bullet and start working on yourself, thinking a out Tyler the entire time.// A while later, you’ve finished. You put everything away and go to the sink to wash your hands. You look in the mirror, and once you’re satisfied with how you look, you unlock the door and push it open. However, when you look up to walk out, you’re pushed back in and slammed against the wall. You look up to see Tyler’s dark eyes staring back into your own. “You’ve been in here an awful long time” he says, messing with the bottom of your skirt. He runs his hand up your thigh, and pushes past your underwear, delving his fingers into you. You take in a shaky breath and he shakes his head. “It’s not just wet, it’s more creamy and your walls are too relaxed.” He says, pulling his hand back out. “You’re fucking done” he says, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you out of the bathroom. “Hey, we’re gonna head out, she’s not feeling well” Tyler says, acting polite and fun with everyone, completely different from you. Tyler puts some cash on the table for the food, and follows you outside. You get to the car and stand on the passenger side, opening the door. Tyler is quick behind you to shut the door and press himself against your back, boxing you in to the car. “If you want to act like such a little slut” he starts, hiking up the skirt and fidgeting with your underwear. “Tyler, no. People can see us” you say, pushing back on him slightly. He grabs your hands with one hand and hold them against the car, while he uses his other to take down your underwear and work on getting his own things off. “No one will care or see us, it’s too dark. Besides, you didn’t listen” He says sliding off his underwear. He takes his hand off your hands and you place them on the car. He uses one hand and snaked it around your waist, pulling on your waist so your ass was sticking out towards him. He quickly inserts himself in you, thrusting hard and fast. He reaches around and put one of his hands in your shirt, massaging and playing with your breast. With his free hand he moves your hair over, licking along your neck before settling on a spot, sucking and biting gently. With each of his thrusts, your body slams into the car, sure to leave a bruise at some point. “I need a new angle” he mutters, lifting you up and practically throwing your body to the hood of the car. You’re laying on your back now, so he walks in front of you, wasting no time to slide himself back in, the thrusts feeling more comfortable. You begin to moan, louder than you had intended. To shut you up, he leans down to kiss you, more passionate, not really matching to his thrusts. They were hard and fast, but the kiss was soft and sensual. You feel yourself coming close. “I feel your walls, you close?” Tyler asks. You nod, and he stops what he’s doing, sliding out and adjusting himself. He walks in the car and you stay on the hood, exposed and confused, with a little bit of anger. You put your underwear back on and get in the car. “Tyler, I hate you” you say. “I told you not to touch yourself” he says, pulling out of the lot and heading home. You still felt horny from the lack of release, so you try to be discreet and rub your thighs to create the friction. Of course, Tyler notices and slams on the brakes. “You better fucking stop” he says, but you continue. You start moaning and look directly into his eyes as you bring a hand between your thighs. “You don’t know how to fucking listen do you?” He asks, starting the car back up, speeding to your house. At the speed you were going, you pulled your hands away from yourself and grabbed onto parts of the car. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive, and you both get out of the car, heading inside. He slams your body to the wall, grabbing you by your neck and squeezing hard enough for there to be a bit of a struggle. “I gave you direct orders, no room for interpretation. So why the fuck couldn’t you just listen?“he asks, squeezing harder. You feel yourself slowly drifting out of consciousness, but Tyler notices and releases you. You cough a bit, but Tyler is quick to grab you by your face and push his lips onto yours, kissing forcefully. He grabs one of your thighs and you get the hint, jumping with your legs around his waist. The kissing continues all the way up the stairs, until he reaches the bed and drops you on it. He looks at you in the eyes as he slides off his belt, before wrapping it around your wrists and attaching it to the bed post. He pulls off your shirt, and then unclasps your bra, sliding them up as far as he could due to the restraints. You pull on them just to test it, but it doesn’t budge. He slides off your skirt and underwear, positioning himself down between your legs. He doesn’t give you any warning before plunging his fingers into you, your back immediately arching off the bed. “Just making sure you’re nice and wet..” he says, taking off his own clothes. He grabs your hips and slowly eases himself into you, his thrusts slow and steady. It wasn’t what you expected, or wanted either. “I thought you wanted to "destroy me” so why are you being so boring?“ You ask. He stops moving and slides out, standing up and walking to your dresser. He pulls out a leather paddle, and grabs your hips, flipping you so you’re on your hands and knees in front of him. "You really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Or maybe you just want this. Is that right, you little slut?” He asks, using all his force on the first hit to your backside. You let out a yelp, not expecting how hard he would’ve started. “Tell me you want it” he says. You bite your lip and stay quiet. “I said” he starts, hitting you again. “Tell me you want it” he finishes. “I want it..” you mumble into the bed sheets. He hits you about eight more times with all his might, before positioning​ himself behind you. He slides back in, this time, going much faster and harder. Right now, you were practically his rag doll. His fuck toy for the night. He has one hand on your back and one hand on your hip, his thrusts becoming ruthless. You try and pull your hand out to rub your clit, but the restraints prevent you from doing so. Tyler moves his hand around your waist and finds his way to your clit, as if he read your mind. "I can feel how tight you are. Wait for me” he says. You moan and groan, trying to contain yourself. You feel his thrusts becoming sloppier and then it’s followed by vulgar sounds and you feel him spill inside you, you finally letting go and releasing. You feel Tyler undo the belt and you rub your wrists, laying down on your back. Tyler lays down beside you and grabs your wrists, kissing them gently. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Of course. Better than okay” you say, smiling at him.
The Boss Pt.2

It’s a little later than I had planned, but here it is! I hope you guys enjoy part 2! Thank you so much for your kind words on part 1; you’ve given me so much to live up to, haha! (I’m giffing the fuck out of the I’m Dying Up Here trailer).

After your shopping trip with Nat, Bucky wants to see where his money went (4,000 words; 70′s Bucky x Reader; 18+, smut; 70′s Bucky Barnes strip club AU; WOO BLOWJOBS!; Part 1.)

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Please don’t leave me

Hey Cutieeee😋I’m back and I hAve so many Fantasy I’m sorry for requestin so much but it is so good to read ur storys😱So I like ur post about maknae line bet on the relationship at the begging good u to that also for RM and Jay Park but a bot longer with a fluffy end and if is to much just to it the way u like it


I turned this into a Jay Park scenario!!

Hope you like it

illi

Originally posted by clubeskimo

-Don’t please Y/N don’t leave me!

You looked at him still crying, you could see your reflection in the mirror near the wardrobe in his bedroom.

You barely recognised yourself, big dark circles under your eyes that were red and puffy from the sleepless night, messy hair and messy clothes. What happened to you?

Jay walked in your direction but you stopped him saying

-Don’t

-Please Y/N I..

-Don’t even say that Jay! How can I believe you after all of this?

-But I do, I do truly love you and I would never do anything to hurt you, please…

-A bet Jay… it was just a bet for you and now you want me to believe that you love me?


§


You met Jay a few months ago, in the clothes shop where you worked part time every day.

He was really good looking, his aura fascinated you from the beginning but you would have ever imagined that something could have happened.

You were just an ordinary girl, working part time in 2 different places and always running here and there, you weren’t interested in partying or whatsoever because you didn’t have time.

Making a living by yourself with your family far away kept you quite occupied and the university didn’t help at all.

But then he started to come at work every day, always buying something and one day.. he talked to you

-Hei Y/N…?

He looked at the name tag smiling shyly

-Yes Sir, may I help you?

-Yes please, I was looking for a shirt and I would like you to help me choosing

-Sure, Sir!

After you helped him you went to the register

-Y/N I forgot a thing, I’ll be right back!

-Sure Sir


-Here it is

It was a pastel pink oversize sweater for woman with a low cut, one of your favourite but it was too expensive for you to buy it

-Nice choice Sir, I am sure your girlfriend will love it!

-Oh it’s not for my girlfriend but I think it will suit her

You smiled a but jealous of the girl she was talking about, Jay was completely different from tv. He was gentle and a bit shy too.

When you finished and he paid you, you saw that he left the bag with the sweater there, so you run out of the shop to reach him but your black hills weren’t helping at all

-Mr Park!!

You screamed as soon as you saw him, he turned around and you tripped because of your shoes but you didn’t feel. Jay’s hands were keeping you stand while his worried eyes were looking at you

-Are you ok Y/N?

-Yes sir. Just.. You forgot the sweater

You tried to bow but your ankle was hurting so bad it was hard to staying up properly

-Y/N your ankle

-It’s fine sir, nothing much

You tried your best to smile but the pain was too much and you lowered your head making your hair covering your face to avoid him seeing your face.

-Wait here

You couldn’t even reply that he was already gone, you sight and tried to slowly move and walk again to the shop when a black sport car stopped right in front of you and Jay run back to you opening the front door and helping you sit.


§


You packed all your stuff and left his apartment while he bagged you to stay but how could you?

It was raining outside and you didn’t have an umbrella, obviously.

You heard footsteps behind you but you decided to ignore everything and keep walking when he grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him

-Y/N listen to me

-I already did Jay, I listen to you when you told me you loved me. When you asked me to trust you I did but here we are…

-Let me explain everything from the beginning o? I..

-No Jay

You were soaking wet and tears were mixing with rain on your face but Jay was no different

-I..

-Jay I can’t.. it hurts too much to listen ok?

-I know but I can’t.. I can’ let you go like that

-If you love me… do it

One more time you looked at him and then turned away but before you could realize it everything went pitch black.


§


-Jay stop!!!

You said gigging while he was tickling. you on his big black expensive couch in his big expensive apartment.

-Then admit it!!!!!

-Neverr!!!!!!

You escaped him and just run away but he was fast enough to catch you and push you against the wall.

Jay looked at you in the eyes, gently moving your hair away from your face with his gentle hands, the laughing stopped and silent replaced them.

He leant on you, kissing your lips gently but you could feel that he wanted something more. You both already talked about sex and that you preferred to wait and he, with much surprise, agreed with you.

You kissed him back, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it slightly up when he broke the kiss, watching you and asking

-Are you sure Y/N? I don’t want…

-I am

-Really?

-Yes Jay, please.. I love you

-I love you too Y/N, I love you so much


§


-She has been under a lot of stress so this and the lack of nutrition and proper sleep caused her fainting.

-What should I do?

-Just make sure that she sleeps and that she eats

-Thank you, doctor

Your eyes were still closed but you were wide awake, you felt his hand grabbing yours.

-Why didn’t you tell me you knew? Why didn’t you just tell me to fuck off before? Why? Since when did you know?

Sobbing

You never saw Jay crying but here you were, Jay crying grabbing strongly your hands, kissing it again and again.

-Jay

You opened your eyes, slowly getting used to the strong lights of the hospital room.

-Y/N!

He was so worried and you could see the sincerity in his eyes but he hurtì you so much it was hard to forgive him just like that


§


-Jaaaaaaay your phoooooooone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You screamed but he didn’t hear you, so you just picked it and read the message from Gray, it was about work of course, before placing it back on the table you saw a group chat “Jay bet”, What was it? You opened it not thinking to found anything interesting but then you saw Jay’s message:

“Guys please, I swear if I can’t have sex with her in 6 months I’ll do anything you want but I guess I’ll win ahahahahaha. She looks pure but believes me I’ll win!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You almost heard your heart cracking in millions of pieces and then you remember that night, 5 months after you met… 5 months after that message. You couldn’t even cry from the shock so you just placed the phone back on the table and pretended nothing happened when Jay got out of the shower.


You started working more, eating and sleeping less avoiding his calls and dates but you couldn’t leave him properly or tell him anything because you loved him so much the thought of just stopping this hurt you more than the fact that it was all just a game.

You tried to think that maybe you were wrong, maybe it was a joke, maybe it was just a misunderstanding. But you couldn’t lie to yourself for too long.


That night Jay came home earlier and he found you on the couch biting your nails nervously after days without sleeping

-Y/N what’s wrong?

-This

-What?

-Our relationship

-Ya Y/N I am not in the mood for joking

-I am serious… I know everything

-About what?

-The bet

He instantly froze, looking at you on the couch still biting your nails

-Well, I guess you won Jay… better for you

-Y/N let me explain

You took your stuff and went to the bedroom

-Where are you going?

-Home… you won so the game is over, isn’t it?


§


-It started as a bet, you looked so innocent I just wanted to take you.. I admit it but I slowly fell for you. I felt in love with you, your smile, your eyes.. I never met someone who can get me like you do ok? Everybody know that and they know that it’s all true, my feelings are true for you.

I love you

-I can’t  right know Jay… please just leave me alone

-I will, I will wait for you

He stood up from the chair and just walked away


A few months passed and you were on your lunch break, in line for a coffee when your heard his voice behind you

-Y/N?

-Hei Jay

-Hei

He looked at you sweetly, he didn’t change at all while you did, you cut your hair in a bob and started to dress more like a woman than a girl like before, to avoid the innocent and pure look that Jay liked.

You were wearing nude hills with high waist light jeans, a striped white and light blue shirt plugged in and big gold earrings.

He couldn’t leave his eyes off you but you couldn’t either when the girl asked for your order you had to turn around and order something.

He asked you to just have lunch together and you accepted it, he brings you to a really nice restaurant just around the corner.

Without even realizing it you were joking and laughing like you used to and you felt your heart pounding fast in your chest

-So I was like Kiseok please take that sheep out of my studio!!

-Ahahahahah

He looked at you smiling happily

-How are you Y/N?

-I am fine Jay

-I am glad to hear that


-Y/N

-Yes?

-I miss you

And you missed him too, very much

-I am sorry… I guess it’s just me.. I am sorry you probably have someone else I…

-I missed this

You look at him in the eyes, you decided to try again, you loved him and you wanted him in your life. Fr the first time in your life, you were ready to fight for someone, for him.

-I missed you Jay

Stay Part 1

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1211

Warning: Arguing, crying, angst

This is the first part in a new mini series, based off of my drabble for @cleverdame ‘s Valentine’s Day and Birthday Challenge! There will be four parts, so get ready. ;) Enjoy!

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Thoughts and Theories of the Overwatch's Ship, Meihem

I’ve recently became a Meihem Shipper due to the amazing fan art and fiction. And I’m glad. 👍 However, it took me quite a few handful of artworks to get me to fall for it cuz when I played the game first and then joined the fandom, I didn’t get it. A environmentalist and a crazy demolitionist? But the points people made were great! I’ve also seen blogs of people saying “leave shippers alone” and “Don’t hate on this ship” and personally have not found a hater of the ship. Yet. Maybe I’m not deep enough in it to find the hate. But I don’t doubt it exist. So here’s my observation on why I think Meihem is legit and other theories:

1. In-game Interactions
From the game, its obvious that Mei calls Junkrat a bully and said as one of the interactions, “I hate bullies like you” with Jamison replying “that’s cold.” Yeah. I totally get why haters or trolls would say “that’s not a ship; that’s abuse!”

But there is no abuse. Junkrat may have said “I get cold just lookin at cha” first to Mei, but to me, that’s someone teasing. Not bullying. From experience in real life, someone teasing you like that is like awkward flirting in middle school. And for someone to say “Mei hates him,” just means to me that she doesn’t understand him. From the fact she calls him a bully, probably means she knows he blows stuff up. Which means there’s knowledge or HISTORY of why Mei knows this. Like why?

Plus Bullying would be like “Ya think you’re gonna save the world with a little ice?” and Mei saying “Leave me alone” or “It’s better than destroying it.” or something like that. But I don’t see abuse; I hear: a man awkwardly flirting with a shy girl (“Brr! I get cold just lookin at cha” … “Then look somewhere else then.”) and Mei disliking/misunderstanding Junkrat (“You’re a Bully! How do you look at yourself in the mirror?” … “That’s cooold.”). But what I’m really fascinated by these interactions is:

Why do they INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER???

Outta all the characters that could say something, like Widowmaker to Tracer and Soldier: 76 to Reaper, (which makes sense cuz they have a canon comic of WHY they do), why these two? And it fascinates me. Like, I hope they explain why or how these two even say something to each other.

2. Lunar New Years Special
Why??? Why does Junkrat have “Gong Xi Fa Cai” as a voice line? Why does he have a similar theme to Mei? Did Blizzard do this for the fans or cuz Junkrat likes explosives and fireworks and that’s what Lunar New Years uses for celebration? Here’s what I think and would LIKE to think:

Considering Junkrat likes blowing stuff up makes sense, but according to Michael Chu, he taught himself Mandarin. Cool. But WHY?? Cuz he likes to teach himself different things or to get in the celebration? Or… To impress Mei??? In the comics and game, they never show him interact with people unless it for personal gain or for Roadhog’s sake (read the comic “Legit” and if you have, you know what I mean. If not, Junkrat gets offended that a cop calls Roadhog “a pig.”) So… Question is WHY??? Why would he want to learn this phrase unless he was doing it for a plotted crime in the future or… Did it cuz he has a crush on Mei??? Idk.

3. “Opposites Attract”
Here we have a woman trying to save the world with climate change in the palm of her hand and a man destroying everything in the palm of his hand let alone saw his home destroyed. One’s clean and neat (you can tell by her animation that she brushes her coat off) and one’s filthy (just look at the soot the man’s wearing; he has a skin that’s called “TOASTED” for Overwatch sake). But even though people say “opposites don’t always attract”, SOMETIMES they do. Mei may not see Junkrat as her ideal man, but he’s smart enough to make his own inventions, he’s goofy and makes his own pun jokes, and probably is really a loving man under his insanity. If I was Mei, I could see a broken man. And want Character Development. I think that’s why a lot of people like myself like Meihem cuz they can see potential. Potential doesn’t mean to change the man, but to better himself as a man.

If you’re a fellow Meihem shipper, 💖 this! 04/07/17: Adding more thoughts cuz I can and just thought of them.

4. This Australian likes Oriental Stuff? It’s confirmed by Jeff Kaplan that Junkrat has Milk Tea with Boba in his canteen. Boba Tea is … an ASIAN drink. Why??? I mean, I’m sure a lot of people like Boba Tea (I do too myself, with preference to Extra Boba), but it feels a little too coincidental that they chose this drink compared to, hell, it could have been just water or vodka. Idk.

It still amazes me how some people
can promise to love another forever,
before they even begin to love themselves.

How can you make that commitment,
a lifetime of happiness and wonder,
when you can’t even give that to yourself?

How can you wake up beside someone,
a smile on your lips and kiss on their cheek,
your heart bubbling up with so much love,
that you feel like you might burst from it,
and all the while, you hate yourself with an ache,
that deep, echoing hatred that continues on and on?


Naked touches and miles of vulnerability,
where hot breath tickles your neck
like the mug of coffee against your numb hands,
when the heater broke in the middle of a dead winter night,
and now you’re pale and shivering,
where that warmth is the only thing keeping you alive.


It’s hard, I suppose, to fall in love
when you can’t even do it for yourself.


It doesn’t stop me wondering though,
how you manage to do it,
how hard is it to look at the person in the mirror
with the same wide-eyed wonder you give your partner,
huddled under the nest of sheets and quilts,
finding comfort from the morning chill
that settles over the house during the snowstorm,
the ache that reaches deep within to jar cold, damp bones,
as they cuddle closer against your chest
and remind you that you exist
and your world revolves around them.


I wonder, how can it be so easy?
How can you give so much to someone else,
when you can’t do the same for yourself?
Is it a simple answer to a simple question,
or have I been adding layers and layers of complexity to it,
so that the more I dig, the harder it hurts,
like an onion that makes you cry bitter tears,
the more and more you cut into it?


I look at you, broken inside, but curled around them,
like a missing piece to the puzzle I never bothered to solve,
just naked skin and morning coffee,
while the world erupts outside in a silver fire.


Is it really that easy to love another,
while you hate yourself,
just for the small chance,
that they might make you better.

—  naked smiles and warm coffee make the world turn