i am pretty sure this counts as

anonymous asked:

Isn't ks "bl" and not just some psychological comic? Sooner or later they're going to have sex and don't blowjobs count as bl already or am I misunderstanding something here?

I was pretty sure that any sexual act between two men would be considered BL? Or maybe we’re both misunderstanding something. 


ITS GIVEAWAY TIMEEEEEEEEE! I am SO EXCITED to be doing this one since i know SHINee’s surprise Vacation is pretty much holy grail for Shawols! my followers were truly amazing to me this past year in so many ways, i appreciate you all so much!! Here are the rules:

Prize: SHINee’s Surprise Vacation DVD SET..brand new still factory sealed! It also has the cute pouch on the inside, i am showing you mine so you can see :) Rules: You do NOT need to be following me, but i sure wont complain if you do :) Likes and rebloggs count but don’t be a greedy gump, DO NOT spam,it will immediately disqualify you. You CANNOT already own this..there’s no way for me to tell obviously but please don’t break my trust that you wont enter if you already have it. (You can reblog for friends to see, just put in tags that you dont want to be entered.) Ends on 12/4/16 10PM EST..winner picked using random generator, you must post a pic of winnings so ppl can see i’m legit. Any questions just ask me!!! xoxo HERE WE GO!!!!


Word Count: 2266

Warnings: None:)

A/N: Riverdale is my newest obsession and obviously my favorite character is Jughead Jones. I’ve never read the comics but I’ve seen that there he is asexual, however, I’m pretty sure the show is changing him (AKA Bughead) and that’s how I want to write him. I’m sorry if that offends you, but come on, who doesn’t want a little fluff/smut from the mysterious closed-off hottie in the gray beanie? Also, I wrote this at 2 AM when I couldn’t sleep so if it is complete trash, let me know. I value you all comments unless it involves hate. :) 

Sidenote: Thank you to all of the people that followed me after Holy Trench Coat! I love you all so much and you are the best!

(gifs are not mine)


           It was Friday, the typical day that you rejoiced all your happiness because the week was finally over. You didn’t have to go to school, and you could sleep for as long as your mother allowed you to before she decides she needs to vacuum the house and wake you up.

           Normally, on Fridays, You would have a fantastic breakfast of waffles and bacon at Pop’s with a certain raven-haired boy as he typed and you drew, before you headed out to a prison that forced learning upon you. After you would serve your eight-hour sentence, you and sometimes Juggie, if he hadn’t already walked there, headed to Pop’s. Yes, you do interact with people on the way. It is a fair few and normally short conversations as your sarcastic humor is just not appreciated as much as it should be. 

           However, today is different. Your alarm casually didn’t go off and you were rudely awakened by a loud fist slamming into your door. Ever since you realized that your door had a lock on it, you made sure to use it and last night was no different. It definitely helped when your mother decided you didn’t need to sleep anymore.You thought you had fooled her but you were wrong and that was when she began to use the vacuum as punishment and to this day you can’t stand to look at that Dyson Dirt Devil. It even has devil in the name!

           Groaning, you stuck a pillow over your head trying to drown out the banging. After what felt like an hour, but was possibly only five minutes the knocking went away. A soft sigh left your lips as you snuggled deeper into your covers waiting for sleep to overtake you once more.

           However, you were sadly mistaken. The intruder did not go away and just as you were perfectly comfortable, your blanket was snatched off your body and the cold air from the AC unit blew goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes immediately sprung open and you sat up.

           The raven-haired boy didn’t even say anything, but as soon as you stood up his smug expression changed. You watched the smirk drop from his thin light pink lips and his brows furrow.

           “What the hell Juggie? How did you even get in?” Your eyes watched as his hand lifted to show the key that you had given him at the beginning of summer.

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Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.

Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

anonymous asked:

The i love you thing, i was thinking the 23 or 30

{i chose #30. i was eyeing this one when I reblogged that list.}

The Way You Said “I Love You” - #30 - Too Quick, Mumbled Into Your Scarf


They’d been together for two and a half months, this was about to be their 11th date, and yes, Nico had been counting.

He stood on Halfblood Hill, hands in his pockets as he waited for his boyfriend to meet him there so they could walk to the nearest city together.

When Nico saw Will approaching he almost burst out laughing. Nico wasn’t an expert on fashion but he was pretty sure wearing a bright yellow scarf with an orange Camp Half-blood sweatshirt was not the best idea. “Nice outfit, sunshine.”

“What? It’s cold!” Will said, “And I bet you’re freezing in that short sleeved shirt. Here, you should wear my scarf.”

“I am not wearing a bright yellow scarf, you dork,” Nico protested, but Will was already wrapping it around his neck.

“There,” Will said with a slight smile, “It looks better on you anyways.”

Nico gave a short laugh, “Yeah I bet it does. Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Will repeated in agreement and the two of them started walking.

Nico smiled as seconds later, Will took his hand, swinging their arms between them as they walk. The thought that slid into Nico’s mind then felt so natural that he almost didn’t realize what it meant: I love you. But he bit his lip and kept that thought to himself. Was two and a half months too soon to be thinking that?

But throughout their date that thought kept popping up. It floated through Nico’s mind when the waitress at the coffee shop commented on how cute they were together and said that she could tell they were a couple by the way they looked at each other. Nico and Will had looked at each other again then and smiled. I love you.

It bounced into his head every time Will laughed that day. I love you.

It bubbled to the surface of his thoughts when they went went back to camp as the sun set and sat by the lake together, so close to each other with their arms around each other and Nico’s head resting on Will’s shoulder as the two of them chatted easily. I love you.

It burst into his mind as the hour slipped into double digits and the two of them finally kissed goodbye. I love you.

Now as they pulled away, those words balanced on the type of Nico’s tongue, wanting to be said. But Will was already turning to walk away, so Nico turned too, ducking his head to that his words were muffled by Will’s scarf that was still around his neck. And finally, he said it, though it was quietly and as they were walking away from each other, he still said it, “I love you, Will.”

Will heard and he stopped, turning back around, “Did you say something?”

Nico froze for a second before facing Will and shaking his head, “Oh, nothing important. I, uh, just remembered that I’m still wearing your scarf,” he said, pulling the obnoxious yellow cloth off his neck and handing it back to his boyfriend, “That’s it.”

As Will watched him leave, the last few seconds replayed in his head until he finally comprehended what Nico had said.

“Wait, Nico!’ Will called after him, running to catch up until he could turn and stop in front of him. “I love you, too.”


{i!!! finally finished this!!!}

Into Infinity (Pt. 1)

Summary: Imagine being pulled through a portal randomly. When you awake, you find yourself in the Marvel Universe. More specifically, Tony Stark’s lab. Guess this is what happens when Tony Stark ‘examines’ an Infinity Stone.

Warnings: Nope

Word count: 1300

A/N: I am not responsible for posting this, I promised @thedizzyidiot I would do this self-insert pic thing so here. Have it.

Originally posted by hawkefeathers

Let’s get one thing straight; life isn’t perfect. It never has been and it never will be, but it has its moments just like everything else. Sure, you may not be exactly where you planned to be when you turned 24, and no, there isn’t anything particularly extravagant or adventurous about your life, but it’s a pretty okay place to be.

And you thought this would be an average day - as usual you were running late for class, so when you got there your teacher would be disappointed but not overtly harsh on you, and you would have another long and for the most part disinteresting day. Well that’s not what happened.

Campus was emptier than usual, which was almost a frightening thought because there was always at least a dozen students smoking or skipping class or just enjoying the sun on their spare. The fact that not a single one of them was embracing the warm wind was unsettling, and had you thought anything even slightly out of the ordinary could happen to you today, you might have seen it coming.

It - of course - being the giant endless hole under your feet. At first you thought you tripped on the uneven sidewalk or something else that you normally did, but usually when you tripped you landed face first on the ground, not in an entirely different room all together.

You knew this room too, not by the chilling absence of the sun or the cranked AC, not even by the view of a city you had never visited before, framed by windows larger than life. No, you had seen this very lab in a movie, one of your favourite series of adaptations; you just couldn’t figure out how in the span of a single heartbeat you had fallen through your university campus and ended up here.

In Tony Stark’s very own lab.

“JARVIS, why don’t you read me those statistics again, I know there’s something I’m missing here.” And you definitely recognized that voice, the esteemed, and very fictional, Tony Stark pushing open the glass door with his back.

“Sir, there seems to be a flux-” The robot chimed in while you threw your gaze around the room. There must have been something wrong, maybe you hit your head on the cement and now you’re in a coma? Maybe you were in fact still asleep in your bed and this whole thing was a dream? Maybe you were dead and the Marvel Cinematic Universe was your heaven.

“Who the hell are you?” Maybe you would have been able to choke out something more comprehensible if your head wasn’t swimming with all the regrets you had and the fact that you just weren’t ready to die. That, and how lame would it be to go from tripping and hitting your head too hard on the sidewalk?

“No. Nonononono, this, this right here? It is not happening. I’m just gonna wake up, dust myself off and get to class. Oh no, I’m already so late for class!” You had to pace, it was a habit, something to work off the adrenaline pushing through your veins. You were fully aware that Tony, a man who until this very moment you would have been ecstatic to meet, was staring at you like you were mental. And maybe you were to some extent, because how could this be happening otherwise?

“Right. Excuse me, yeah you, I don’t know how you got in here but if you could pack up all your crazy and get out of my building that would be great.” You had stopped walking when you heard his voice, the voice you were so used to hearing through the speakers of your tv. You took a moment to stare at each other before you released a shaky breath.

“This isn’t usually how dreams work though, is it? Would you mind pinching me? At least then I can rule out the possibility of dying on my way to class.” You stuck your arm out to your hallucination and watched him almost recoil.

“See, here’s the thing, I would, but I don’t like getting psycho on me, it’s bad for business.” You bit your lip and nodded, seeing his point. If you were in his place, you would be scared too. Worried and maybe a tinge excited, but scared.

“Right well I can’t leave until we figure out how I got here, and since none of my friends have the ability to make a trap door that falls into the set of Iron Man or even have Robert Downey Jr in their contact list,”

“Robert Downey who?” Tony was a hairs width away from giving up on the conversation. Frankly, he was a little worried about the lax security in the Tower - how could someone just waltz right into his lab without alerting any of his security measures or running into a single Avenger? They were getting old and rusty if it was that easy for a college student to trespass so effortlessly.

“Jr. You, or at least, where you got your face from.” This made total sense to you, juggling both universes in your head, but Tony was lost and vaguely offended.

“Alright sweetheart, I got my face from my parents, neither of which had a Downey or a Robert in their name. And just for the record, no one else has a face like mine, the world couldn’t handle all that handsome roaming the streets.”

“Wait, but if you look like this it’s safe to say this is based off of the movies, right? Not the comics ‘cause then you’d be flawlessly reconstructed into the shape Stan Lee gave you. So then the question is are you following the same timeline?” You replayed the last scenes from the latest Avengers movie in your head, that and everything you’d already seen from the Civil War trailer.

“Oh my god, Civil War. That hasn’t happened yet, has it? Steve, is he okay? Have you met Bucky yet? How’s Rhodes? Is Pietro alive?” Even if this was a dream or heaven or whatever, the least you could do was get the answers you’d been dying for.

“What Civil War? How do you know about all of those people, why would Steve not be okay?” It was like he was talking to a brick wall, and now you were back to pacing. He considered briefly calling security to haul you out, but now he was curious. Who were you?

“Oh thank the lord. Pietro though, he’s alive isn’t he?”

“Speedy’s recovering, but he’s fine. How do you know him?” You didn’t seem like a Hydra agents, but it was the only viable excuse he could come up with.

“I knew it! There’s no way Clint would have taken him on the helicarrier if Cho couldn’t heal him up!”

“Lady! Focus. Where did you come from, and how do you know all this stuff?” Tony’s hand slammed onto his desk and the noise jolted you right out of your excitement.

“I just have one more question, okay?” You asked softer than before, getting a better handle on yourself with the sliver of fear Tony’s annoyed eyes awarded you. He nodded with a sigh and pulled his hand away from the cool metal.

“What were you last working on - before you came in here and found me?”

“Why should I tell you that?” Tony didn’t like the idea of his recent work getting into the hands of someone he couldn’t trust, it could mean New York all over again. He was still sorting out the repercussions of that disaster, and on top of the whole Ultron thing there was no way he could let another cataclysmic villain weasel into their ranks.

“Because I think that’s how I got here.”

Today I am thankful for you.

And every other day, for that matter. But today marks the 6 month milestone of us. We’ve known each other longer than that and I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of messages we’ve sent to each other (it’d sure be over 50,000). And spending 3 hours on the phone at a time is pretty standard for us.

I don’t know how you haven’t gotten bored of me yet, I know I repeat myself often and that drives you insane. I’m sorry for all the times I’ve done things that annoy or infuriate you, I don’t do them on purpose. I’m just a little hard to tolerate at times. But when this happens, just know that I’ve let my guard down for you. I’ve let you in and I trust you with my heart. You wouldn’t see everything, including the bad parts if I hadn’t. So I’m sorry, but it’s a good thing I promise.

We’re not doing badly for a couple that are “long distance”. I’m extremely lucky to get to see you at least once a week and most weeks we spend two or more nights together. The weeks where we’re unable to see each other hurt like hell but I’m always willing time to fly so I can see you again. We even made it through our first month as a couple while I was thousands of miles away, travelling Asia. My god, I was so happy to see you at that airport. I still get as excited to see you now as I did the first time and you’re constantly creating a storm in my belly.

Sleeping next to you is my favourite. Even though you snore, talk about the craziest things and laugh uncontrollably in your sleep, I’d still choose that over you not being there. Even when you’re on my side of the bed, with all the covers and leaving me with the tiniest space, it makes me happy because it means you wanted me that bit closer. And when you’re half asleep and reach for my hand, that melts my heart every single time. There’s nothing as pure and genuine as that gesture.

I know we’ve had our petty arguments and life has pushed us to our limits sometimes but if we can get through what we’ve already faced, I truly believe we can conquer anything so long as I have your hand in mine.

I am so in love with you, T. Irrevocably and Unconditionally. Infinitely x

This Bed Is Empty

Daveed Diggs x Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader 

This is a part of the Small Thing to Two Giants series

Note: Okay I have now properly formatted this and added a line at the end. Enjoy a sweet moment between Oak and Daveed while the reader is away.

Word Count: 362

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 Daveed can’t sleep. It’s not often he has trouble sleeping, he’s usually out like a light as soon as he hits the pillow and rarely wakes up before 8 in the morning. 

But tonight, he just can’t sleep. He’s pretty sure that it’s the gap between him and Oak that’s keeping him awake. Sure Y/N hardly ever goes to bed at the same time as him so he usually falls asleep with a gap in between him and Oak but tonight it’s different. 

Without looking, Daveed reaches over to grab Oaks bicep and shake. Oak doesn’t care about being woken up during the night, the man is so well rested he has no sleep to catch up on so he doesn’t mind having his sleep cut short or someone interrupting him. 

 "Hm?” Daveed only just hears the response from him as he turns his head to stare at his half asleep boyfriend. 

 "You awake?” Daveed whispers, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of the apartment. 

“Mmhm. What’s up?” Oak mumbles, rubbing his eyes. Daveed turns on his side to look at him, softly running his hand down Oaks arm. 

"It’s too empty. The bed” he explains. Without a word Oak shuffles over, moving right into Y/N’s spot so he can pull Daveed to his chest. 

“Yeah I know babe” Oak says, leaning in to kiss him softly. Daveed kisses back, lifting his hand to press against the other mans cheek. 

“I hate it when she goes away” Daveed says after pulling away from Oaks soft lips. 

“Me too babe, now come on get some sleep” Oak tells him gently, kissing the side of his head. 

All of a sudden, the bed doesn’t feel so empty. He still misses Y/N, still doesn’t like the feeling of only one set of arms touching him, but he feels a little more content now that there’s no gap between them. 

“Love you” Daveed mumbles, his eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open suddenly as he presses himself as close to Oak as he can.

“I love you too” Oak whispers, kissing Daveeds forehead as he falls asleep. 

Fat Fingers part 3: Family

Note: I won’t be posting a lot this week, since I am going skiing. Will probably have this one and another one or two. We’ll see

Word count: 2452

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Language, racism and a lot of other -cisms. Again, do not read if Trump supporter

Originally posted by sincerelydaveed

You had been trying to avoid Daveed for about a week now and it had honestly been really hard. You really liked the guy, but things were a lot more complicated than it seemed with a family like yours. You were pretty sure there was no way in hell that the two of you would make this work.

You were on your way to bed when you received a message from Daveed. “I hope we’ll see each other soon”, which made a sad smile appear on your lips. He was really adorable, in a way. Even with his whole tough- rapper image going on, he was a real softie. It hurt to know that this was destined to fail even before it started.

“Goodnight D.” You decided to answer as you went to bed. You were honestly exhausted after a long day of work and you badly needed sleep. You found yourself unable to fall asleep, though. You worried where this thing with Daveed might lead because it honestly seemed like both of you had intentions of being more than just friends and it worried you in a way. You worried that it would ruin your relationship with your family completely. Even if you did not agree and even if you thought that they were racist, homophobic, bigoted ass hats that you should not care about, you still did and way too much for your own liking.

You were unable to fall asleep for most of that night, tossing and turning, your mind not giving you peace for a single minute. At 5:30, you finally gave up. There was no way in hell you were getting any sleep that night. You texted Daveed to see if he was up because you really wanted company. “You up?” You wrote, as you slipped out of bed and made your way to your kitchen.

You were surprised when you got a message just seconds after leaving the bedroom and honestly just thought you were starting to hear things due to the lack of sleep. However, Daveed had actually been up. If he had not, you would have woken him up. “Yeah. Restless. So why aren’t you asleep?” He texted. You decided to call him instead, as it was a lot easier.

He picked up after just a few seconds. “Hey.” He said, sounding slightly tired. You started to worry that you actually had woken him up.

“Did I wake you up?” You asked, biting your lip slightly. You hoped not.

“Nah. I woke up a couple of hours ago. I can’t sleep.” He admitted.

“Can you come over?” You asked a bit nervously. You really needed to get all of this off your chest. You wanted him, badly. But you also knew that this would never work.

“I… Sure. Why?” He was obviously confused and also sounded sort of worried and you understood. It was probably weird for someone you barely to call you at shit am to get you to come over.

“I just really need to talk to you. I’ll make coffee.” You answered and gave him your address. After hanging up, you felt sort of proud of yourself for actually having the courage to ask him over. If you actually got to talk to him about your worry was another question, though. You were afraid that you would hurt him but also knew that it was important to tell him. Sure, you had only been on one date. But, you just had that thing that you probably will never have again.

After making coffee, you waited for what seemed like ages for Daveed to finally show up. In reality, it had probably just been a couple of minutes. But, you had still managed to overthink everything to a point where you felt your head was about to explode. You had to end this. It would probably hurt both of you, but you felt like you had no other choice. Rather now before it starts. When you heard a knock at the door, you were at the entrance in a heartbeat.

You unlocked your door to reveal a tired-looking Daveed standing in your hallway. He still managed to look really attractive, which annoyed you a bit. You felt like you faded beside him. He could do way better than you, you thought.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He frowned. He seemed really worried about you, which made you smile softly.

“I just really need to get something off my chest.” You tried to calm him down a bit. You closed the door after him and led him to your kitchen, where you handed him a mug filled with warm coffee. Your hands trembled slightly. You knew what you had to do.

“Okay.” There was no sign of anger from making him go to your place at night, which made your heart swoon a little bit. Did he really care that much?

“My famil-“ You began but was cut off by him.    

“I know, Y/N. You worry and I don’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel comfortable, so if you don’t want to do this, I get that.” He rambled. He had obviously known that your family had to have some sort of part in you not answering him for some time now.

“Daveed.” You sighed. You wanted to tell him that you could and wanted to this. And you definitely did want to, but you knew that it would never work. There was no way in hell you were going to get away with this without your family knowing.

“No. I understand. Don’t Daveed me.” He was not angry, even if it seemed like he should have been. He probably had every right to be. You could easily tell that he was hurt by this. You really wanted to apologize and fall into his arms and lose yourself to him, but you already knew that this would be doomed from the beginning if you even tried.

“I’m sorry.” It was barely above a whisper. Tears were starting to sting your eyes, as you were pretty sure this was the end. You were almost certain that you would never see him again.

“I know, Y/N.” He clearly understood and was able to see things from your perspective, even if all of this really hurt him. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he sat the mug down on your kitchen table. “It was nice knowing you, it really was.” He mumbled. He left you in the kitchen, standing all on your own. He was out of your apartment in a matter of seconds and that was when the tears really began rolling down your cheeks. You wanted to run after him and tell him that all of this was a mistake and that you wanted to try this out. But, you knew that it was not a possibility. You would rather have him move on and be happy with someone who actually had the courage to take the leap and have something serious with him, even if that meant defying their family. You just were not ready to do that.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in your kitchen and you had not talked to Daveed since. You had wanted to text him several times but managed to stay away. You had already hurt him once and did not want to do that ever again. You wanted him to be happy and if that meant that you would be walking around like a zombie with less than 5 hours of sleep at night and tears running down your cheeks as often as every time anything bad happened to you, even if it was just a tiny thing, then that was just going to be what you had to deal with.

You had dinner with your family that night and they had clearly heard about the incident where Garrett had seen you with Daveed. You had not really visited your parents since before the incident, so they, of course, had to bring it up and make everything even worse than it already was, even if it was a long time ago now.

“So, Garrett saw you with a black guy on the street the other day.” Your father started and you knew you were in for a long ride.

“So?” You asked  as you took a sip of wine. You had just started to get over what had happened a little bit, but they clearly were not going to let you do so in peace.

“Don’t ‘so?’ me young lady. What in God’s name were you doing with someone like him?” Your dad seemed really unpleased with you.

You snapped at that. “A guy like him? Really? You and your friends ruin every form of relationship that I have with any person who doesn’t have the same values and views as you. Why does his complexion even matter to you?” You shot back, almost yelling at him. You had had enough. You really liked Daveed and you had to let him go because your family did not approve. You were done with sacrificing your own happiness to stay on good terms with your family, you decided right then and there.

“I will not tolerate you talking to me like this, you brat. I have given you everything you could ever want and this is what I get in return? I don’t want you to see him anymore.” He said sharply with a lifted finger. He was getting angry and even if you knew you were playing a dangerous game, you kept going.

“Well, then find someone else who wants to be subject to your male chauvinistic views, because I can’t deal with this shit anymore. You are bigoted, racist, sexist, and homophobic and you don’t get to tell me what to do with my life. You might be my father, but I never asked you for anything or nor do I want anything from you. He made me happy, but because of you I will never actually be happy!” You yelled. You did not think this was fair. They always managed to ruin everything and got themselves mixed up in your business. Business that did not belong to them.

“Enough!” Your mom finally had enough and slammed her flat hand into the table, making both you and your father stir as she pretty much shouted at the two of you. You were both fuming at that point and you knew that your father was ready to throw you out of the house. “I hate to say this, love. But, if Y/N wants to be with a black, then how can we tell her not to? She is an adult.” She started while looking at her husband, before turning her attention to you. “And you, Y/N. If you date him, we want nothing to do with you and you can’t ever contact us, is that clear? We do not approve of this lifestyle of yours” She said, sounding a lot sharper this time. It definitely was not up for discussion.

“Don’t you get it, mom? It doesn’t even matter! I let him go because it was either that or getting screwed over by my own family. But you know what? I don’t care anymore. I might lose all the people I know for all I care, but I will still have done the right thing. If you don’t start realizing soon, that what you are doing is wrong, I want nothing to do with you.” You started, taking a few deep breaths. This was a lot harder than you thought it would be. “Don’t contact me if you have no intention of realizing that your so called political values are racist and not values or opinions. I want no part in this anymore.” You said, a bit more calmly as you got up. You had no intention of staying under the same roof as your parents for another second.

You were out their front door in less than a minute, not even offering them a goodbye or anything. They had been ruining your life since the beginning and it had gotten to a point where you just could not take it anymore. You were honestly not surprised when tears started streaming down your cheeks for the second time that day. You were pretty sure you had lost Daveed for good, but you really wanted to try to make it up to him, because you honestly really needed him in your life.

You walked through the luke-warm, dark night of Los Angeles as you made your way to the address that Daveed had given you about three weeks ago, when he had tried to get you to come over. You had ignored him because you were scared and that you very much regretted too.

When you got to the building, you were unsure as to what to do. You wanted to see him and have him hold you tight, but you could not know for sure if that was what he wanted too and you obviously worried that it was not. He could have easily managed to move on since you saw him the last time.

You pushed the button beside his name on the street door, which made a small buzzing noise. You felt like you waited forever before someone picked up on the other end. “Yes?” A tired sounding Daveed answered.

“Can I come in?” You asked, your voice sounded much weaker than you intended and the fact that you had been crying a lot was definitely evident. Even if Daveed wanted to ignore that and not let you in, he also promised himself that he would give you another chance if you came around again. He really liked you.

You took a deep breath at the sound of the buzzing and stepped into the stairway. You were not sure what to expect, but honestly just hoped that there was a small chance that Daveed would actually forgive you. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were and you wanted to tell him, that you did not care what your family thought.

You would not be surprised if he did not accept your apology, though. There was a huge possibility that he would not and you knew it. But, you would at least have tried to make it up to him and if it did not help, then you were just going to have to take it from there.

You slowly made your way up the stairs, fearing the worst. You really wanted things to work out with him because you honestly really liked him.

Prompt: “one where reader just had a break up with her abusive boyfriend and kirk becomes her new one?” - Anon

Word Count: 2,273

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, physical, emotional, and mental to varying degrees.

Author’s Note: This story has been eating at me for a while. It was incredibly challenging to get into this mindspace and ultimately to write this piece. I have mercifully never been in an abusive relationship, so I am not sure how this would realistically play out. I want to extend my gratitude to my friend who shared some experiences with me so that I could try to make this sound in some way correct. Please heed the warnings here. We’re getting pretty much exactly what Anon asked for. Take care of yourselves. I pray that you can find someone, either a partner or a friend, who makes you feel as safe as you deserve to be.

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Champion. ::Cesaro Smut::

Pairing: Reader x Cesaro

Word Count: 3,390

Warnings: Smut and smut. Also possible spoilers for Roadblock 2016. Also I used only three words of a foreign language, but pretty sure I managed to butcher them. So sorry!

So I was inspired to write this after Roadblock, so there might be some spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet. Also, I promise I am writing another Christmas one shot. It’s nearly finished and it features Sami Zayn! Who definitely deserves some love after roadblock too! 

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin

I almost screamed out loud in frustration, as I saw Xavier Woods interfere once again. This entire match had been far too close for my liking. Of course, that also meant that Cesaro and Sheamus still had a chance at the Tag Team Championships. My boyfriend had gone charging out of the gate, right at the beginning of the match and seemed determined not to let the pace up. Still, The New Day hadn’t broken the record for nothing and they weren’t giving anything away.

I don’t think I could take that heart-broken look on Antonio’s face again, if this match didn’t go his way. Shesaro (and you’ll be damned if you think I didn’t pick that up and run with it, the very moment that The New Day came up with it), deserved this victory, but unfortunately just because you deserved something, didn’t automatically guarantee result. Otherwise, (in my humble and admittedly slightly biased opinion), Sheamus and Antonio would have won the tag team championships long ago.

It was with great confusion as I watched, as Sheamus reached to make the tag and I frowned as Antonio pulled his hand back. What was my Swiss Superman up to? I knew that he must have a plan. Sheamus and Antonio may have had their differences in the past but they had (mostly) reconciled all that.

As soon as Cesaro charged forward, I realised the trick. Unfortunately for The New Day’s sake, Kofi didn’t. I cringed as Kofi smashed Antonio into the mat, leaving Sheamus to make the pin in all the confusion.  

I could hardly believe it as the referee called the match. My Swiss Superman had made it! He had his championship! I paused as I saw Antonio pull The New Day into a hug, ever the gentleman. A swell of pride filled me at the sight of my boyfriend. Of course, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, as Sheamus snatched both of the championship belts, though Antonio seemed more preoccupied with celebrating with his Cesaro section.

I didn’t have time to do much more, but send off a quick congratulatory text to his phone. After all, I was supposed to be working and even just watching this match on the TV in the back, was technically skiving.  I usually tried to be professional, but this time I just couldn’t not watch Antonio’s match, not when I believed in him so much.


For the next two hours, I didn’t even have so much as a chance to sit down, let alone seek out my boyfriend. I wanted to give him a better congratulation than just a text. But my job had to come first, I knew Cesaro understood that and a better congratulation would just have to wait until later.

Of course that was put off even later, as Shesaro were due to appear on Talking Raw, leaving me to catch a ride back to the hotel with my friend Lydia instead. She grinned in amusement as she got behind the wheel, watching me as I pulled up the WWE app on my phone so I could watch Antonio’s interview, tuning in just in time to see the European tour poster being brought up and the fact that he wasn’t even featured on it. I couldn’t help but wince slightly in response. On one hand, I was so proud of him for standing up for himself, on the other hand I could only hope that Vince McMahon and his other bosses weren’t watching. My hopes weren’t particularly high in that regard though. They did have their jobs for a reason after all. 

And tag team championships could always be taken away.


Waiting for Antonio in our hotel room, I tried to prep myself for his arrival. I was so excited to see him come walking through that door, with that championship belt that was rightfully his, slung over his shoulder and I could do little more than brush my hair before I paced anxiously across the floor.
I ended up pretty much launching myself across the room, once I heard the doorknob turning. I only paused as he entered, metal glinting off his right shoulder.

“That looks even better on you than I thought it would” I mused out loud. Antonio’s eyes were bright with excitement and pride as they locked with mine.

“You really think so?” he commented with a grin, crossing the room in two long strides, swinging me into his arms as he enthusiastically hugged me. I laughed as he swayed me teasingly side to side.

“Mhh-hmm,” I agreed, running my fingertips over the central medal on his championship belt. “I wasn’t too sure that you would get it off Sheamus”.

“I’m not going to let anything stop me now” he laughed, pulling back to take the belt in his hands, examining it for a moment.

“Sorry, I’m so late. Sheamus very much wanted to get me that pint of Guinness” he added, placing his trophy gently to the side before pulling me into him again.

“I had to repeat several times to him, that I had a very, very beautiful lady waiting for me” he told me pressing his forehead to mine.

“Really now? And who may this very, very beautiful lady be?” I replied, wrapping my own arms around his waist. I could feel his hands slip under my t-shirt, gently massaging my back.

“Do I really need to spell it out?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should just show you”.

I wriggled out of his grip, wagging my finger at him. “Ah, ah. You were the winner tonight. My treat” I informed, winking as I did so. Antonio just shook his head at me and pulled me to him once again.

“Exactly. So doesn’t that mean we should celebrate the way I want to? Because I already have an idea” he pointed out, effortlessly picking me up with one arm, carrying me towards our bed. My hands gripped automatically at the lapels of his jacket to steady myself, though I knew he would never drop me. After all, I had seen him practically throw fully-grown men across the ring before.

“Care to share?” I questioned, already knowing full well that I was going to enjoy whatever he had planned. I always did. Antonio was undoubtedly the best lover I had ever had.

“There will be plenty of sharing, don’t you worry” he replied as he rested me on the bed, nestling his large body comfortably between my legs. I could see the amusement begin to fade from his eyes as he became more serious, pressing his lips to mine.

My lips fell automatically apart to his, the moment that they made contact. It would be a lie if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this, the moment that he won that championship. My hands gripped at his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric under my fingers. His lips moved smoothly against mine, leaving me to whimper under his intense kiss. Everything about him was always intense. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pressing his lips to the top of my neck now, working his way down and along my jawline.

“I love you” he muttered against my skin, the words causing my breath to catch in my throat. He always said the words with such intensity, there was absolutely no way to deny them and I sighed happily.

“I love you too, Antonio” I told him back, my hands slipping under his jacket, to rub over the muscles of his back through his shirt. I felt him groan in response, said muscles moving slightly under my touch.

“Sore?” I questioned, my hands moving up to his shoulder blades, massaging firmly at the muscles there instead.

“Slightly. But not enough to stop” he murmured. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed, allowing me more room to work over his shoulders.

“But perhaps keep doing that for a little longer” he mused with a slight smile, before covering my lips with his own again. He kissed me firmly, passionately, as my hands continued to massage small circles into his shoulder muscles. He groaned on occasion, especially when I worked a particularly stubborn knot out. A pressure growing against my hip, alerted me to his growing arousal and I tucked a leg up by his waist, letting his hips fall closer to mine.

Antonio pulled back, his hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt.

“Up we go, darling” he murmured to me, indicating for me to sit up. I lifted my arms up above my head as the material was peeled from my body.

“My very, very beautiful lady” he commented, harking back to his earlier comment.  I grinned at his compliment, always so freely given, tugging gently at his shirt collar, before my fingers fell to the buttons. I managed to pull my legs free out from underneath him, crawling to my knees and leaning forward to press kisses to his skin, as more and more of his chest was revealed.  I could feel and hear the sharp intake of breath he made, every time my lips made contact with smooth skin.

He in turn, reached for me, one hand pulling my hair gently back from my face, holding it together in messy ponytail at the back of my head. His other hand ran soothingly up and down the length of my back, causing me to tremble slightly at his touch, hands rough only from the hardened calluses that adorned them.

From my vantage point, I could clearly see his hard member straining against the material of his trousers. My hand reached for him, intent on palming the bulge, but Antonio seemed to have ideas different to mine. Without a single spoken word, his gentle and steady strength ensured that I found myself back on my back.

“Not yet darling” he whispered against my bare stomach, the vibrations of his words hitting sensitive skin and causing sparks to shoot to my core, my arousal beginning to turn and grow in my lower body. His fingers reached for the band of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with the same preciseness that I had come to expect from him. No shaky, fumbling hands for Antonio Cesaro. Every hand movement, every gesture, always precise and firm in their actions, guiding me, pleasuring me.

I wriggled my hips, trying to help him in removing my jeans. I should have known that he didn’t need any help from me, his large hands easily smoothing the material down my legs and away from my body. His body hovered above mine, supporting his weight on his arms, kissing me once more.

My hips automatically bucked as I felt his hand cup my mound through my panties, one index finger pressing the fabric up against my clit, the material scrapping pleasurably against me. Taking the band of them in his teeth, he deliberately pulled them down, keeping eye contact with me. My breaths were deep and shaky, my chest heaving slightly under my bra.

Panties removed and lost to the floor, he returned to his previous position, tilting his head to watch my face closely, watching the pleasure cross my face as his hand once again cupped me. I let out a shaky moan as his fingers played over my clit, tracing a continuous figure of eight over my sensitive nub.

“Antonio…” I moaned, biting down sharply on my bottom lip, a slight taste of something metallic filling my mouth.

“Easy now, sweetheart” he told me, pressing a kiss to my sore lip, his tongue sweeping over the damaged and reddened area. His hand slipped lower, large fingers pressing ever so slightly against my entrance. He continued to tease me for a moment, fingers caressing the inside of me before retreating. My moans seemed louder than usual as his fingers finally entered into me, sliding in deeply.

As he continued to thrust his fingers inside of me, I could feel the glass face of his large watch, pressing up against my clit and I moaned intensely at the cold sensation.

“Just like that” I managed to get out, his fingers never faltering in their pace; his wrist maintaining just the right angle to cause my body to react, my hips bucking as his long fingers curled inside of me, playing me to the best of his abilities as he always did.

Antonio began to shuffle his body down the bed, my whole body shivering in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Fingers still at work inside of me, I felt his lips latch onto my clit, his free hand steadying my hip, limiting the motion of them, leaving me barely able to buck up against him. 

He sucked gently for a moment, tongue pointed and flicking over my most sensitive point, before he began to whisper words in foreign languages against my clit, the vibrations stimulating me. I recognised some of them as endearments, but in all honesty my mind was too distracted by the glorious way he was making me feel, to translate the majority of his words.

“Amor, tesoro, amoureux…” he continued, the languages blending into one as his fingers continued to thrust and curl inside of me, his lips caressing over my clit at every word. My hips were fighting against his tight grip, bucking in reaction to him, every inch of skin seeming to vibrate as my release hit me. My cry filled the room as I continued to shudder under his ministrations, my back arching deeply.

I collapsed back onto the bed as Antonio pulled away, wiping gently at his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see that the cuff of his shirt was slightly damp with my wetness and that sight, for some reason, was quick to stir my body back into action.

My hands smoothed over his shoulders as I slid his shirt off, Antonio almost simultaneously reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.

“This is my favourite” he commented, playing with the lacy cup as he did so, before sliding the garment in question down my arms, releasing me from the confines. He leaned down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to gasp once more as his tongue swirled around it.

My own hand reached towards his trousers, palming the bulge through the material, alternating between different pressures. I kept my other hand at the back of his neck, holding him to my breast as his mouth, lips and tongue continued to manipulate my sensitive nipple. He stopped to groan occasionally, as my hand brushed over him in particularly sensitive way, his hips bucking ever so slightly. We continued like this for what must have been a couple of minutes, appreciating the way that my arousal was slowly continuing to build again.

By the time he had pulled away, Antonio was breathing deeply, his lips slightly swollen as he pressed them passionately to mine once again. I could hear him tugging at his belt as we continued to kiss, the signature sound  of his zip being pulled, following shortly after.

I pulled back as he began to manoeuvre his trousers down, choosing to arrange myself on the bed, one knee propped up, an arm flung nonchalantly across my stomach, the other on the bed by my head.

“Pretty as a picture” he mused with a smile as he took in the position I was in. He crawled atop of me slowly, taking the time to press a single kiss to my stomach, then one to my chest, followed by another to my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders the moment I felt him enter me, filling me in one complete stroke.

My back arched, giving Antonio the opportunity to slip one arm underneath me so he could hold me close tightly. We rocked our hips together, our motions severely limited by how tightly we were holding each other. Neither of us were willing to loosen our grip though, enjoying the closeness and the sense of intensity and intimacy it brought to our love-making. There was something to be said for a slow, steady pace, allowing our arousal to grow at a tantalising pace, just waiting for the right moment to be released.

“I’m so proud of you. It was amazing to watch you out there. Proving to everyone exactly what you’re capable of, proving to them why they should never doubt you” I murmured into his ear, before letting my lips play along the length of his neck, admiring the restrained strength that ran through his entire body.

“My beautiful lady, always believed in me, didn’t she?” he replied, moaning slightly as I nipped at the side of his neck.

“Always” I responded, before running my tongue over the mark I had just left behind, teasing a deeper shade of red to the surface.

He thrusted particularly harder into me as a result of my answer, causing my hips to buck, the burning I felt in my core intensifying. Our hips seemed to be clashing harder against one another and we were forced to let go of our tight grip on the other, as a faster pace began to erupt between us.

“The moment I got my hands on that championship belt, all I could think about was celebrating with you. Sharing the moment with you” he told me, steadying himself on his forearm as the pace became more desperate. His other hand was clutched tightly around my shoulder, anchoring my body to his, preventing me from slipping up the bed at each push of him inside of me.

On my part, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper inside of me, if that was even possible. We worked so well together in bed, both of us knowing when we should retreat and when we should push. There was a unity to us as we moved together as one, intent on driving the other to higher pleasures.

“Antonio… Soon” I moaned, my orgasm rapidly approaching, the muscles of my core almost clenching on their own, as my release prepared to take over.

“I’ll be right there with you” he assured me, his thrusts taking on a rougher tone now as he continued to push into me, the pace just as fast but more erratic, both of us losing our sense of rhythm. Yet just another sign of how close we were to our peaks.

I reached my edge first, still sensitive from my previous orgasm. This time I cried out his name, the word falling from my lips repeatedly in breathy gasps, seemingly almost a mantra. Antonio followed not long after me, my clenching muscles pulling him in, pushing him over the edge. He bit back several curse words as he released shot after shot of cum into me, only allowing my name and some endearments to leave his mouth.

He pressed his lips to mine in an open-mouthed kiss, as we both continued to try and catch our breath. He rolled off me, so he could collapse back against the mattress, the combination of anticipation, tonight’s championship match and his release seemingly draining him all at once.

I could see the sense of sleepiness in his eyes, even as he smiled widely at me, his chest rising deeply with each breath. I turned to snuggle up close to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“My champion” I muttered, pressing a simple kiss to his upper arm. Above my head I could hear him chuckle slightly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me slightly upwards so that my face was closer to his.

“I love you, y/n” he told me, exhaustion beginning to creep into his voice.

“I love you, too” I replied, watching as my Swiss Superman slowly drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing soothing to my ears. Gently, so as not to disturb him, I reached for the watch still on his wrist, undoing the buckle  so I could remove it and place it to the side.

Pulling the covers up around us, I pressed another soft kiss to his arm.

“Goodnight, love” I said, despite knowing that he couldn’t hear it.

Behind The Scenes 2 (14.6/16)

Author’s note: I am going to be pretty busy this week. I am not too sure if i will even be able to post the next part on Wednesday like I usually do. I will do my best to manage my time, but if I can’t it may be an extra few days till I post the next part. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: ??? (???)

Word count: 1335

Summary: He brings you back to the dorm.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

After about 20 minutes, there was a knock on the door. You heard the lady’s voice calling out for you. “Miss! Sorry if I’m interrupting, but there’s a boy named… Jungkook?… here for you. He says that he is your boyfriend and that he’s here to pick you up. I came to double check with you before I let him behind the deli.”

You opened the door. You didn’t bother to hide your face. Maybe, if she saw your state, she wouldn’t ask any questions. “Yes, that’s him. I called him.” you sniffled.

She looked down at you concerned, but then quickly left to go get Jungkook.  Within seconds, you heard two sets of footsteps followed by another knock on the door.

“Y/n?” the familiar voice called out.

You opened the door and Jungkook cautiously stepped in. He turned around and thanked the deli lady before closing the door. He pulled off his mask as he looked down at you.

“How did you get here?” you asked.

“I told Namjoon that there were ARMY in front of the store, which isn’t a lie, and a few started rumors about you going in with another guy. On twitter there is stuff like, “Why isn’t she with her boyfriend?” and “She’s cheating on Jungkook!” and other stuff like that… I told him I was coming to set things straight and to make sure that people can see us together.” He was normal. None of that cocky asshole behavior, just a normal Jungkook.

“I meant how did you get here. You always need the manager to take you places.”

“Oh, I took the bus…”

You both stayed quiet. You just looked down at your feet. His feet cautiously moved closer to yours. “I’m sorry y/n… Who knew this was going to happen, everything is going to be okay.” You had told him what happened over the phone, so he didn’t pressure you into talking. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you near him anymore, not if we can do anything about it…” he said as he very cautiously attempted to give your shoulders an awkward yet reassuring squeeze. When you pulled away from him, be moved back as well. “… I hate to say it, but we have to go now… The store is about to close in a few minutes.”

You looked up at him frightened.

“Don’t worry! He’s not here. I made him go home with all the stuff. We will take the bus.”

You nodded and turned to face the mirror. You looked pretty bad. Your eyes were swollen, your nose was really red and your hair was a mess. You quickly rinsed your face and fixed your hair.

“Wait.” He said. He handed you his mask, pulled off his beanie and handed them to you.

You put them on.

“You ready?”

You nodded.

He carefully put his arm around you as he guided you out the store, making sure to thank the deli lady again. In normal circumstances, you would have pulled away from Jungkook, but right now you felt safe with him.

Outside the store was a tiny crowd of about 20 ARMY. They were all very excited to see you two and immediately began taking pictures. Jungkook made sure to pull you into his coat to try and hide your face a bit.

“Y/n what happened?” “What’s wrong with y/n?” “Was she crying?” you were mentally cursing how observant they were.

“My jagi had an allergic reaction to a fabric softener that fell on her. That’s why I came to pick her up.”

“Why didn’t the manager take her to the hospital?” “Is she okay?” “Are you talking her to the hospital?” it was a roar of questions.

Jungkook continued to speak as he walked you across the parking lot. He explained that you were better by the time he got to you and all you wanted was for him to take you home, while the manager took the things to the dorm. Then he politely asked the girls to leave as to not stress you and he gave them a series of goodbyes. They all waved bye as you stepped onto the bus.

The bus ride was mostly a quiet one as you two sat side by side.

“What if he tells Namjoon?” you asked softly.

“He won’t. I took care of it”

“What if there was footage of it?” Your eyes were tearing up a bit.

“Just let me worry about that…”

That’s all you wanted to hear. You didn’t care what had done or what he was going to do, you were just glad he was doing something.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”


When you arrived at the dorm, Rap monster was in the living room waiting for you. He was on the phone again. He had papers from his folder, neatly placed all over the coffee table

He looked up at you and Jungkook. “Wang, I’m gonna have to let you go.” He said hanging up his phone. “Did someone have a nice time out?” he asked mockingly. He walked up to you and took your face in one hand. Using his other hand, he pulled your mask down. “Wow, you still look as bad as in the pictures on Twitter… An allergy you said?” he asked, looking over to Jungkook. “What really happened?”

“Some fans were meaner than the last time.” Jungkook lied.

“Aw, poor y/n.” Rap monster said sarcastically as he squeezed your face. Then he let go. “You have an hour before I lock you in.” he said getting back to his seat.

Rap monster watched as Jungkook took you to your room. “It worked.” He smiled to himself.

In your room, Jimin sat on his bed anxiously. When you stepped in you could see his face filled with guilt. “Y/n, I’m so sorry… Why don’t you sit down?” he offered, patting the empty spot next to him.

You looked back at Jungkook.

“I was with him when you called.” He said.

You nodded and sat down on Jimin’s bed.

Suddenly, the door busted open and all you could see was a bush of hair running towards you, throwing his arms around you. “Y/n! I’m so sorry! I should have gone with you! I’m sorry!”

“Tae was with me too.” Jungkook said closing the door

V let go of you and took a good look at you. “Do you want tea, ice cream, chocolate?!? Whatever you need, I’ll get it!”

“She needs some space!” Jimin said, pushing V away from you.

Jungkook sat on your bed.

“Do you want a blanket?” Jimin asked softly.

You nodded and Tae grabbed a throw blanket from Jimin’s closet

For a long time, the four of you were quiet. You stared off into space, processing what happened with the manager and how everyone was treating you. It all didn’t feel real. It felt like a nightmare within a nightmare.

“Can I have some tea?” you peeped

“I’m on it!” V said jumping up and ran to the kitchen.

After your tea, you excused yourself to wash up. You took a rather aggressive shower, harshly scrubbing away the parts of you that were touched by the manager. The same went for when brushing your teeth. You probably brushed for 10 minutes, but your mouth still didn’t feel clean, not a single part of you felt clean. You quickly changed into fresh clothes and threw your old outfit in the small trashcan.

The boys were still in there when you got back, all huddled up around Jimin’s bed.

You made your way to your bed and curled up under the sheets. Like he did with Jimin, V sat next to your bed. He was going to pat your back, but Jimin advised him not to, insisting that you get your space. V stayed by your bed, Jimin and Jungkook on one side of the room. Knowing they were there made you feel safe and you were magically able to fall asleep.


“It is very difficult to make one’s way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world’s way is so wicked to begin with “

I am pretty sure that young Kit Snicket would poison your tea or shoot you in the face if she had to. ( More of my ASOUE project here ! )

Green’s My Color, Part 2 (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Prompt: Part 2 to “Green’s My Color

Summary: Alex takes the reader up on the date, though it doesn’t really end up as a normal date. Then again, when was anything relating to Alexander Hamilton normal?

Word Count: 1,007

Author’s Note: This was my first almost-request!!! This is exciting!!! (I am really hoping I didn’t screw this up for you, anon request!!!)

Warnings: Cursing (as always), Up spoiler (though I’m fairly sure everyone has seen it already)

You looked hot.

Okay, maybe you were being a little cocky. But you did look pretty good.

You did a spin in front of your full length mirror, checking out yourself. Those few extra yoga sessions you were able to get in in the past few days had made your butt look good. Not only that, but your confidence level had risen as well. Well, you couldn’t give yoga all the credit; being asked out by a guy after calling him a douchebag was pretty empowering as well. Your presence seemed to give off an intimidating yet  seductive vibe, you guessed.

Needless to say, you wore a green dress. Given, it was a forest green, but nevertheless, green. You weren’t joking when you said it was your color; you looked good in green. A subtly-elegant pearl necklace hung around your neck, accompanied by some gold studded earrings. You also broke out your nice-ass, glittering gold heels. Those were for special occasions (considering this was your first date in a while, it was a special occasion).

After shoving your phone into your handbag, along with some money (you were the one to initiate the date, so you guess you had to pay), you waltzed out the door. The restaurant was only a couple of blocks from your dorm, and your heels were fully broken in, so you decided to walk.

Thankfully the breeze that night was only slight, so your loose curls did not falter. You stepped in the place a few minutes before seven, expecting to be the one to first get to the table. Much to your surprise, an eager Alex leaped up from an already-set table in the back of the restaurant. His excitement sent a set of silverware to the ground. You giggled as he profusely apologized to a nearby waitress.

You made your way over to the table as Alex pulled out your seat. So, he does have manners!  you thought silently to yourself.

You sat, adding, “Hi.”

Alex’s eyes seemed brighter than they did the day before. He also seemed a bit anxious. “You look fantastic,” he exclaimed, his eyes smiling, same as always.

A blushed arose on your face. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Alexander.” It was true. He was sporting a navy blue suit, his hair hanging loose around his face. He looked really good. The previously-renowned douche cleaned up well.

“Alex,” he spoke up. “Alexander Hamilton’s my full name. You can call me Alex.”

You nodded before scanning over the menu. “Would you, perhaps, like to share a big-ass plate of manicotti?”

That show-stopping smile of his crept upon his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

You shot him a half smile. Before your plate even arrived, you were telling stories, joking with one another, and having an enjoyable time. You learned that he was an English major, which explained his obsession with his writing. He was dedicated, you’d give him that. It was quite admirable, really. He was interested in hearing about your family. Stories of your family traditions held his interest. So much so, he hadn’t touched the plate. Come to think of it, neither had you.

Instead of actually eating, the both of you just talked. Getting to know each other got the better of your night. Once you realized you had been there for at least two hours, now, you paid for the meal (which both surprised and impressed Alexander) and packed up the large amount of leftovers.

Alex sighed as you packed up your wallet in your handbag.

“Must it really end so soon?” Alex asked, shooting you puppy dog eyes while he was at it.

You laughed softly, stating, “There’s a Disney Pixar movie marathon going on all weekend, and it started an hour ago. I have plenty of over-buttered popcorn in my incredibly over cramped dorm room.. The invitation is right on the table if you’d like to join in.”

He leaped from his seat. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve been counting down the days until this marathon for weeks. If you hadn’t suggested this, I would have set up a picnic in front of my television. It might’ve pissed off my roommate, though, so your dorm is definitely the way to go.”

Another laugh escaped your lips as you stood, holding out your hand. Alexander slid his hand into yours, squeezing it once before you head off. On the way back to your dorm, you learned about your date’s Disney obsession. His favorite was Up. He didn’t forget to mention that it made him cry. Every time.

The two of you swung your intertwined hands all the way to your room. As you got there, you introduced Alex to your room. Your roommate and best friend, Theodosia, was at home for the weekend, so you both had the room to yourself. Alex spread blankets and pillows along the plush carpet on your floor as you walked down the common room to prepare popcorn. After walking back into the room, the lights were already off, the marathon was on, and Alex’s eyes were focused on the ending of Bolt. You giggled to yourself as you walked over, setting a bowl in Alex’s lap. He hadn’t looked away from the screen, far too interested in catching the last moments between Penny and Bolt. A subtle grin spread across your face as you rested your head on Alex’s shoulder. That got him to take his attention away for a moment as he kissed the top of your head and began to dig into his buttery bowl of popcorn.

Sooner than later, both of you had drifted off, the colorful luminescence from the television projecting onto your tired faces. An interesting sight, it must have been: the two of you overly dressed, spread across a pillow fort in an embarrassingly small room, missing the very ending of Up.

You did manage to catch Alex tearing up when Ellie died.

Perhaps the douchebag from the coffee shop wasn’t much of a douchebag after all.

Leave Me [03]

summary: you were separated from your family from a young age. thrown into a cell and forced to serve as a lab-rat for hydra, you would’ve lost all your will to live, if not for the fella in the cell next to you.

pairing: bucky x reader (finally some (really short) one on one action!! still pretty platonic tho, but you can let your imagination run wild!!)

warnings: mention of character death, mention of murder, actual murder, uhhhhhhh angsty? like it’s pretty angsty, bUT with a bit of fluff on the end to make it up :)), swearwords? yeah for sure, so just make sure your christian grandmother isn’t peeking at your phone when you’re reading this (no shade at christian grandmothers, they’re great. i have one too) i think that’s about it? yea that’s about it. 

word count: 3007 words

a/n: FINALLY A PART 3! I AM SO SORRY that it took so long you guys! i hope i can make it up to you with this extra long part! yes this is the ending, the finAL PART! :) i hope you guys enjoyed this short series. i will be starting on a few other fics and a request i got! :) EXTRA THANKS TO @buckyywiththegoodhair FOR EDITING THIS EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS BUSY!!! YOU SHOULD ALL CHECK HER OUT, SHE’S GREAT!!!


Originally posted by charlestonchewbacca

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Orange Soda

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Pairing: Winchestersxreader
Word count: 1,367
Warnings: Swearing
Tagging@nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @vika-hiddles @mein1928 @craftersdust @panic-everywhereabouteverything

Part 1 of Can’t Forget You

From where you were sitting on the hill, you could see straight into the back yard of Sam Winchester. The school quarterback. Leaning on your elbow, you watched, and waited. It was no secret that he was throwing an end of summer bash- for the ‘cool’ kids. Pretty much the dickbags that made your life hell.

Taking a drag of your cigarette, you listened to your friends make sure that you had everything for your plans. How could you not fuck his party up? “We good?” You asked, looking over to your best friend, Emily.

She smirked. “You know it. All we’re waiting on is for the rest of the assholes to show up at his house.”

You put your cigarette out on the bottom of your shoe before flicking it off to the side. Reaching over, you took the bottle of liquor from Danny’s hand and took a sip before handing it back. “Any time now.”

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Luke Skywalker Imagine: First Date

(Gif by bukcybarnes)

Requested by anon. 

Word Count: 563

Summary: You and Luke have known each other since your were kids, until you got closer and he asked you on a date. 

Warnings: None

I am still accepting requests, but let me know what you think!

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Word Count: 5,611

Genre: Fluff, mostly very fluffy

Summary: Dan finds that capitalizing some words that aren’t supposed to be capitalized changes the whole meaning of the word, and goes most of his life keeping it his little secret until Phil notices it. Then things become a whole lot better.

A/N: This took forever! Three months! What the frick? Did I live? I did nothing! I can’t think of what I did that was important! I am so. tired. but i think I’m happy with this. Hope you enjoy. 

               “Haha, no, I’m Pretty Much a Loser,” Dan says sheepishly, his fingers tousling with his fringe while his other hand clenches and unclenches underneath the table.

           “Oh no, no I’m sure you’re not,” the girl chuckles uncomfortably. Her eyes dart back to her table of friends, and Dan’s completely sure she went over to talk to him on a Dare. What was her name again? Anne? Annie? Angela? It doesn’t matter; she’s not Sticking Around anyway.

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