i gave up once i got to the hair and rushed bc i want to sleep

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request how the rfa+saeran would comfort an upset MC bc her parents are getting on her back about one grade in her worst class, when all the rest of her grades are near perfect and she just wants to be encouraged for what she did do right. (Maybe she gets off the phone and immediately starts crying- idk) it's finals season and I'm dying lmao, thank you!!

Ahh I’m sorry that this took so long anonny! I’m guessing that you finished up your final exams by now but I’m sure that you did amazing and passed them all! I made these longer especially Saeran’s for some reason as an apology so I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung both had finals approaching so the two of you were driving home from a study session at the library
  • Both of you were stressing out over finals and receiving a phone call from your parents who yelled at you for one poor grade you had didn’t help
  • Yoosung watched you out of the corner of his eye as he drove, silently listening as he saw you crying
  • Yoosung pulled the car over as you sobbed out that you just wanted some encouragement but only got your parents yelling at you
  • His heart broke for you and as Yoosung gently wiped your tears away, he had an idea
  • He sped back home and once the two of you got there, he gave you his blue hoodie to wear and grabbed your favorite snacks and drink as he made his way over to his computer
  • Once you were settled in Yoosung’s lap as he sat in his large computer chair, the two of you spent the rest of the day playing LOLOL
  • When nighttime came, you and Yoosung were cuddled up together in bed with him holding you hand
  • “I don’t want you stressing about your grades MC. You’re the smartest person I know so you’ll do amazing on finals! Your mom is honestly crazy to say anything negative because all of your other grades are outstanding! I love you MC, no matter what your grades are.”
  • You fell asleep that night, stilling holding Yoosung’s hand, taking his kind words to heart, knowing that Yoosung really was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for

Zen

  • Zen hated seeing you stress out over your final exams for classes since his princess should never have to be nervous over anything
  • He would sit across from you with his chin resting on his folded hands as he’d admire how hard you worked for your classes
  • But his thoughts were interrupted when your ringtone went off and after talking on the phone for a minute, you started crying
  • Zen rushed over to your side, rubbing your arm soothingly as he leaned in to hear your parents hollering at you for having just one bad grade
  • Seeing you this upset was not oaky to Zen so after you hung up, he buried your head into his chest as you cried your eyes out
  • But Zen wanted to get your mind off of things so he swept you up and started twirling you around the room, singing your favorite song for you
  • You couldn’t help but laugh as you and Zen clumsily danced around the room, with Zen pulling you onto the couch with him as he peppered your face with kisses
  • “You’re perfect MC, absolutely perfect. Having one bad grade doesn’t define who you are. I won’t let you go until you realize how smart you are! You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met MC, never forget that.”
  • Zen cradled your head onto his chest as you soon fell asleep on top of him with his comforting words and silky singing voice, no longer worrying about your grades

Jaehee

  • Jaehee sees herself when she watches you study for your final exams, recalling her own exams
  • As she’s brewing you a cup of your favorite warm drink, she hears your phone go off and listens as you shakily explain yourself
  • She brings your drink to you and sees you holding your head in shame as you tell her through teary eyes that your parents yelled at you for having a single bad grade
  • Jaehee nodded, pulling you out of your chair and into the bedroom, putting on your favorite movie then grabbing a large blanket and wrapping it around the two of you
  • She moved your head onto her shoulder as you cried telling her that you were doing so good in all your other classes and just wanted some support
  • Jaehee pursed her lips as she mused your hair, kissing the top of your head as she gave you the encouragement you deserved
  • “MC, your grades are amazing so please don’t worry. Even though I know you’ll pass, getting one bad grade isn’t going to change who you are or tell you that you’re not smart. I love you MC, whether you pass all of your classes or fail them, that fact will never change.”
  • Listening to her soothing words plus being wrapped together did help you feel at ease, taking Jaehee’s words to heart as you drifted to sleep with your girlfriend

Jumin

  • Jumin always admired how hard you worked in your classes even though he offered to give you a job at his company without having to complete school
  • But you refused, determined to get through your finals and you were starting to feel confident until your parents called you
  • As Jumin was getting you some water, he heard your parents scream so loudly through the phone that Elizabeth the third jumped
  • He went to your side, rubbing your shoulders as you hung up, crying as you told him that your parents are upset because you have one bad grade
  • Jumin picked you up bridal style and sat you up on the bed, smiling as he gently kissed your tears away - He then opened up the window blinds, showing the city below and the sunsetting in an array of vibrant orange and pink colors
  • The sight alone was already helping you calm down, which Jumin knew, as he ran his fingers through your soft hair telling you in his loving voice
  • “I’ve met many people but no one has ever compared to your intelligence MC. Your parents need to realize that you’re an amazing and talented person who I’m lucky to call my partner. I’ll help you with whatever you need MC so don’t worry and remember that I love you.”
  • Jumin held you close to him for the rest of the night, and with his help, you passed your exams with flying colors

Seven

  • Seven didn’t like seeing you stress out over your finals so he’d sit next to you and tell you some jokes before you got too anxious
  • You were a giggling mess, that is until you got a phone call from your parents
  • He heard leaned in next to you and winced as your parents yelled at your for having one poor grade in your worst class
  • Seven couldn’t understand why your parents were so upset over one bad grade so once you hung up with your eyes already red and puffy from crying, he was on the case
  • By the time your dragged yourself into the living room, Seven had masterfully set up a pillow and blanket fort and smiled as he led you inside
  • He carefully wiped your tears away as he turned off all of the house lights and played relaxing music, whispering sweet praises to you
  • “You know that you’re the smartest person ever right MC? You work so hard in all of your classes and I couldn’t be prouder of you! Even if your parents don’t see it, I see you as an intelligent and awesome person. I love you MC and that’ll never change!”
  • With Seven’s assistence, you ended up passing all of your exams to which you and Seven threw a house party to celebrate leaving some very annoyed neighbors and an even more annoyed Saeran

Unknown

  • Saeran truly admired how hard you worked for your classes and studying for exams
  • He was resting on the couch while you were at the table one day studying when you got a phone call from your parents
  • Even from the couch Saeran could hear your parents hollering at you so he went to investigate
  • His eyes widened when he saw you with tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to reason with your parents that you only had one bad grade but the rest were good
  • Saeran had enough of this so he took your phone from you hand, telling your parents to shut up because you’re amazing then hanged up on them
  • Stunned and still teary eyed, you cried to Saeran that all you ever wanted was some encouragement from your parents
  • He sighed and took your hand, leading you to sit on the couch while telling you to sit
  • Saeran returned with a big tub of ice cream, two spoons, and a blanket that he wrapped you up in
  • The two of you ate the chilly treat in a comfortable silence, something about feeling Saeran’s natural warmth plus the cold ice cream was relaxing
  • When the two of you were finished, Saeran awkwardly but sweetly wiped your remaining tears away and huffed as he encouraged you
  • “You know that you’re basically the most intelligent person ever right? I say screw your parents, if they cannot recognize how much of an amazing person you are then I’ll do it for them. I love you a lot MC, don’t forget that.“
  • With a sigh of contentment from you, you cuddled up into Saeran, wrapping the blanket around him as well, knowing that he would always be there for you was truly the most comforting thing imaginable
Don’t Let Me Go || Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by because-they-re-angels

Title: Don’t Let Me Go ~ Lee Jihoon

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Daddy!Jihoon fluff

A/N: This one didn’t turn out quite the way I hoped it would, but I did end up enjoying it. Here’s some Jihoon fluff for you guys! (I may or may not have died while writing this bc my main bias kills me ffs)


“Are you sure you got understand everything?” [y/n] questioned as she hurried to slip on her shoes, “It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to spend time with [daughter’s name].”

Jihoon chuckled quietly to himself and watched his wife rush around the apartment as he sat back in one of the bar stools, sipping his coffee. He was clothed in nothing but a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black sweats, his dyed hair slightly messy and his face covered in small stubble.

“Do you not trust me or something? She is my daughter you know, I think I would know how to take care of her by now.”

[y/n] sighed as she stopped what she was doing and walked over to her husband, standing in between his legs. She placed her hands on his biceps and gently ran her fingers down the sides of them. Jihoon found himself melting into her touch and reached his hand out to cup the side of her face.

“You know it’s not like that Jihoon,” She replied, “It’s just that I’m a new mother and this is my first day back to work. I’m just nervous. It doesn’t help that you’ve been busy too.”

“I may be busy but I’m never too busy to be a father,” Jihoon responded as his thumb caressed his wife’s cheek.

“I know, I’m sorry Jihoon,” She said quietly, “You just haven’t been around much since the baby was born due to your career. I know you’re an idol and a producer, but you’re only home at night into the early mornings, usually when she is asleep. You’ve never been left home alone with her before.”

“[y/n],” Jihoon spoke, “There is no other way I’d rather spend my one day off than getting to know my little girl even better, even if she’s only 8 months old and can’t even speak yet.”

[y/n] smiled and leaned up to peck her husband on the lips. Jihoon smirked and pulled her closer to his body.

“That was a pitiful goodbye kiss to your husband you know,” He stated cockily.

[y/n] rolled her eyes playfully and leaned forwards to kiss him once more, this time filled with a little more passion as her lips moved in sync with her husband’s. Once they pulled apart, [y/n] grabbed her bag from the counter and turn back to face Jihoon once more before leaving for work.

“Once [daughter’s name] wakes up, I put chopped up strawberries in the fridge. You can feed those to her for breakfast. She does get a little messy when eating though, make sure she wears a bib. And if-“

“[y/n], I got this. I even have all the directions you have written out on this sheet of paper. I think I can handle one day with my daughter.”

[y/n] gave him a nervous smile and a nod before bidding him goodbye and leaving the apartment, causing Jihoon to be left alone in slience with his sleeping daughter in the nursery down the hall.

After 10 minutes, Jihoon had finally finished his coffee and began to clean up a bit around the kitchen. [y/n] had also left him a list of chores that needed to be done before she got home. Today was going to be quite the eventful day for Jihoon. Once he finished the dishes, a small whine was heard from down the hall. Jihoon quickly left the kitchen and walked into the nursery where his daughter laid awake, moving her tiny body around as she stretched. The second she saw her father walk in, she smiled and began to coo softly. Jihoon smiled at this act and reached down into her crib and picked up his daughter, cuddling her closely to his chest.

“Are you hungry?” He asked his daughter as her rubbed her back gently.

[daughter’s name] let out a noise of approval to signal Jihoon that she in fact was, and the growl of her stomach confirmed it. Jihoon walked back into the kitchen and sat his daughter down into her high chair. His daughter began to babble quietly to herself as Jihoon went to the fridge and got out his daughter’s breakfast and placing it on the tray in front of her. [daughter’s name] immediately began picking strawberries out of the bowl and sticking them into her mouth, some of them falling out of her hands causing her to pout and Jihoon to smile fondly at how cute his daughter looked while attempting to eat strawberries. After she was done, Jihoon wiped her mouth from the leftover strawberry goo and picked his daughter out of her highchair and into his arms once more where she snuggled right back against him.

“You’re not as difficult as mommy made it seem to take care of you,” He mentioned even though he knew his baby girl couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

He walked slowly into the living room and to the corner of the room where his daughter’s play pen was located. Once he got there, he placed her inside the pen carefully and gave her a pat on the head before he turned off to go finish cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Right as he turned the corner to leave the room, [daughter’s name] let out a loud whine in protest to signal her father that she did not want him to go. Jihoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face his baby girl. He walked back over to her play pen and leaned down to look at his daughter.

“What’s wrong baby? Did you need something?” He asked as he rubbed her fuzzy head.

[daughter’s name] fixed her face from its small pout into a smile at the touch of her father. Jihoon smiled and kissed her head before he stood up to leave again. Once more, the entire act repeated itself. Jihoon frowned as he scooped up his daughter.

“Did you not want to be alone?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms on the way to the kitchen.

[daughter’s name] settled herself into his arms played with her father’s shirt in her tiny hands. Jihoon smiled at her as he walked in the kitchen. Every time he tried to place her down so he could get some work done, his daughter would whine until he picked her up again. Jihoon figured that maybe it was because she was still tired. That obviously wasn’t the case because she ended up being like this for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Jihoon tried to finish the laundry like [y/n] had told him to, but it turns out that it’s a lot harder to fold clothing with a tiny baby in your arms. He even tried to get some of his own work done by going into his mini studio to test out some tracks, but with [daughter’s name] on his lap, she kept trying to touch the different keys on his desktop. Out of fear of her messing something up, he decided against it.

Needless to say it was pretty tiring to manage work with a baby in your arms at the same time. In the end Jihoon gave up and laid down on his shared bed, his baby girl placed upon his chest as he held the remote to their television in one hand, his other wrapped tightly around his daughter. He turned on one of his favorite dramas and let out a yawn as he settled comfortably against the mattress of his bed. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep to the sound of soft snores coming from his daughter and the drama playing in the background.

[y/n] came home from work not too much longer after that. She too was pretty tired herself and just wanted to relax with her husband and her daughter. She sighed as she walked into her apartment, sad to see it still slightly messy and pissed at Jihoon for saying he would do something but not falling through with it.

She sluggishly walked down the hall and to her bedroom, grimacing at the sound of the television playing behind the closed door. She turned the knob and pushed the door open gently, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the two sleeping figures on the bed. She wanted to be mad at her husband, but she just couldn’t. The sight in front of her was just way too cute. She walked over to the bed and sat beside her husband, shaking his shoulder slightly and watching as he stirred awake. He furrowed his eyebrows together and stretched his body before fluttering his eyes open.

“How was work?” He asked in a deep, groggy voice.

“It was fine,” She responded, “I see you got plenty of work done yourself around here.”

Jihoon caught onto his wife’s sarcasm pretty quickly and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he spoke, “But I really did try to clean for you. The only issue I had was that [daughter’s name] wouldn’t let me out her down. Every time I tried she only started to whine.”

[y/n] smiled and laughed quietly at her husband before placing a kiss to his forehead.

“She just missed her daddy,” [y/n] responded as she ran her fingers through Jihoon’s hair.

“Yeah, well her daddy missed her too.”

[y/n] leaned forwards and pressed her lips gently against her husbands, the two of them kissing for a couple of seconds before a small sound caused them to pull apart. There, their daughter laid on Jihoon’s chest, eyes looking up at both of her parents. Her tiny hands reached out to each of them as if she were motioning both of her parents to snuggle her. [y/n] laid down on the bed next to Jihoon and snuggled up close to her beautiful babies. Jihoon instinctively wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

“I should get days off more often,” He said to break the silence, “I’ve really missed this. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

dating nct doyoung!1!!2!1!

• he sometimes just loses himself and just stares at you and admires your beauty
• but when you look at him and you’re like “hm? something wrong?”
• he’s like “hA. nO. u KLUTZ. A PIECE OF UR HAIR ISN’T TIED UP IN UR PONYTAIL. here let me help u. ha. haa.”
• you guys take really awkward selfies it’s just, so cute. it’s the cutest. everyone loves them.
• “IF YOU GUYS DON’T FUCKING STOP RIGHT NOW- i wont babysit your child when y'all get married and have kids, so, keep being cute. ill be the best goddamn uncle ever. your kids are gonna be super cute with huge ass eyes” - taeyong…and probably yuta.
• kissing doyoung is always so quick and rushed bc doyoung gets flustered easily
• but when it isn’t rushed and when he’s got the whole “what do i have to lose?” or the “i love this girl so much” attitude, he’s super passionate and tender and sweet and gentle and ugh it makes you melt
• he once made you cry, like, a lot, once.
• not gonna go into extreme details but it involved him being stubborn and being too stubborn to apologize to you.
• that is until he found you in the practice room crying your poor little heart out.
• he gave you a super sweet hug and hugged you really tight and when you calmed down, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you super softly and said small “sorry"s in between kisses and you forgave him bc, how can you not.
• “let’s never fight again”
• “yeah. agreed.”
• but the next week y'all fought over green m&m’s so it’s like ???? but y'all still cute.
• YOUR FIRST KISS W DOYOUNG. OK THIS IS A FUNNY STORY.
• “are u cold?”
• “no, well, maybe, im kinda numb”
• it was snowing and y'all started dating a few months ago but training and everything got in the way so y'all just got some time alone and decided to sit out on a bench, in the snow, in below freezing temperature, very smart.
• doyoung wanted to be cool and give you his coat or something but HE WAS COLD TOO. LIKE. SO COLD.
• so he just, used the next best thing
• he kissed you really awkwardly, like, he didnt even, move his body he just turned his head, but his lips were super soft but FREEZING COLD and you went all red and started burning up and freaking out, so in the moment, you forgot that in order to kiss someone, you gotta kiss them back.
• so doyoung really quickly disconnected from your lips and was like “IM- SO SORRY”
• and you were like “OH MY GOD NO I LIKED IT”
• and he was like “wait you did?”
• and you nodded
• and doyoung started smiling and laughing a lot and was like “then, uh, can i try again?”
• and you were like “OF COURSE”
• “are u gonna kiss back this time or-”
• he talks too much, so you just kissed him first and cut him off and his hands naturally wrapped around your waist and it was a really ejdjfjfk experience.
• his lock screen was a picture of himself. bc he didn’t want anyone to tease him for having you as his lock screen.
• SOOOO, you were his home screen :“)
• but johnny was like "dude you can’t do that you gotta embrace your bae”
• so his lock screen changed to a really awkward pic you two took together, but you looked good in it so he didn’t care or notice how awkward he looked.
• ohhhh but the other members did and they wouldn’t let the boy live his life in peace after that.
• but he was happy that you were now on both his lock screen and home screen.
• “who’s ur favorite nct member”
• “isn’t it obvious- it’s jaehyun”
• “woW. I hAVE NEVER BEEN SO oFFENDED??? whYDO i BOTHER.”
• you tease doyoung a lot like
• he’d do something stupid like, put popsicles in the microwave instead of the fridge bc he was zoning out and you’d be like
• “this is why 부릉부릉 (booroong booroong?? idk the american name lol) was a failure.”
• “iFYOUDONOTSTOP-”
• you ask him to sing for you a lot and he’s always singing so he’s like “k.”
• his voice is so soothing that it helps you go to sleep.
• anOther. cuTE. stoRY.
• one time you woke up from this really scary nightmare and you were sweating and panting and you were about to cry
• doyoung woke up like “hoLY- WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK”
• and you just hugged him super tight and asked him to sing for you
• and that’s exactly what he did, he hugged you back, layed back in bed, and sang for you.
• walks in the park
• it took him literally the longest time for him to get comfortable holding your hand
• it took donghyuck/haechan dressing up as a girl and pretending to be you
• donghyuck dressing up as a girl, pretending to be you, pressuring him to hold his hand, and all the members pressuring him, has traumatized him greatly.
• but now he loves holding your hand but, he doesn’t do it often, bc he’s still kind of shy
• kissing in public? lol who dis
• doyoung may not kiss you in the general public, but he does kiss you in front of the members, but they’re not, hardcore make out sessions, just cute, soft ones that are longer than 3 seconds.
• the members find it disgusting bc no one is a fan of pda that’s not coming from themselves and their s/o so they’re always like “GET A ROOM PLEASE Y'ALL GROSS”
• doyoung gets jealous but he doesn’t get too possessive or protective. he doesn’t become a mom, or make you feel uncomfortable.
• he very often feels insecure about you finding someone better and someone who’ll love you more than him, and when he feels like that, he becomes a little more affectionate.
• he’d all of the sudden start kissing your neck and you’d be like “why are you suddenly so affectionate?”
• “because i love you, um, duh?”
• doyoung tells you everything
• like, everything like
• “OK. NCT 127 IS DEBUTING SOON SO, GET YOUR VOICE READY TO DO SOME CHANTING.”
• “TAEIL’S OST IS GREAT. BECAUSE OF YOU. IT’S CALLED BECAUSE OF YOU. LISTEN TO IT. IT’S GREAT.”
• “i’m so sorry but i drank your sprite.”
• he gives you all the details about everything when you ask him
• he loves talking and you love listening to him
• you guys have the funniest/deepest convos after 12 am
• sometimes you guys are so tired that you’re talking about why mice are attracted to the scent cheese
• and sometimes you guys get so deep that you feel like you guys figured out the secrets of the illuminati.
• you video chat doyoung a lot and he doesn’t want to be disturbed so he always goes into a quiet room, and if there isn’t a quiet room, he goes into the closet, or the bathroom
• doyoung sends the longest text messages, or the most confusing text messages, there’s no in between.
• it’s either “yes, i know but what if it’s not like that and it’s like this, like i said a thousand times before? ok look-” and continuing, or “mhm, yup.”
• you send him pictures of him that you find online, with heart emojis and he gets super flustered and gets into a good mood for the whole day
• one time you said, as a joke, that you liked rappers more than vocals.
• he stayed up all night learning how to rap.
• he got a kiss from you when he told you what he did and you were like “aw sweet baby u really care about me ily”
• Y'ALL SURPRISINGLY DONT SAY I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER AS OFTEN AS PEOPLE WOULD THINK.
• it’s kind of like, when you’re both super happy, when one of you are super happy, when you’re both super in love, when one of you are super in love w the other, or the morning when y'all get up after sexy time ;“)))
• sexy time w doyoung is super loud
• and he wraps his hands around your wrist or, anywhere and everywhere.
• he loves it when you take over and you’re dominant. you guys take turns but he likes it more when you’re in control.
• OK DOYOUNG CANT COOK FOR SHIT.
• SO EITHER YOU COOK AND DUMP IN A SHIT LOAD OF MSG, EAT TAKE OUT, OR ORDER PIZZA OR CHICKEN.
• you hang out w jaemin, jisung, and jeno bc THEY CUTE.
• doyoungs like "no don’t do that they’re all rude children, except jisung and jeno.”
• yuta is very supportive of you two, but he’s always like “SAFE SEX. DON’T GET PREGGOS. HAHAHAHA”
• “yuta stop” -hansol
• you wear doyoungs sweaters a lot and they’re all soft and big
• doyoung likes to hug you/cuddle when you’re wearing his sweaters bc you look so cute
• “doyoung ur skin is so ni c e”
• you touch his skin a lot like, his hands, his cheeks, they’re so soft and nice and smooth and, how.
• you guys laugh a lot at really stupid things that only the two of you would find entertaining
• “YOU REALLY DO LOOK LIKE A BUNNY” is the first actual thing you said to doyoung besides simple “hello"s and "how are you?"s before the two of you started dating.
• he fell in love with your laugh and your sarcasm and your kind little heart, and your confidence to yell at him saying that he really looks like a bunny before you two became close.
• oh yeah you’re both really sarcastic towards other people but really genuine towards each other.

Old love never dies

(A/N): I suck at titles so bad

Request:  I know requests are closed but I have to write this or I will forget. Can you do one where Steve gets injured during a mission and about to die and don’t want to be saved but the reader tricks him into treatment(w/ Peggys lipstick) bc she loves him?

Warnings: angst, almost death, swearing


Originally posted by knowles-morgan

   You had noticed the resemblance between you and Peggy but you had thought it was a crazy coincidence, maybe Steve just had a thing for “Peggy-esque” kind of girls but you slowly began to realize that you were wrong. Steve didn’t  like “Peggy-esque” girls, he liked Peggy and unfortunately for you and your feelings you were the best candidate for that. 

   You realized you looked just like Peggy, down to the bed of her nails, you talked like Peggy given that you came from the UK, and you had even realized she had the same strong-willed, stubborn personality that you had. Steve Rogers wasn’t attracted to you, he was attracted to Peggy Carter, and you just had to be the embodiment of his deceased lover. 

   You often found Steve talking to Nat and Sam about Peggy like she was his entire world or something. The way his eyes would shine brightly and how that smile would rise to his lips had your heart aching because you weren’t the one to cause that twinkle and smile, it was the image of long gone lover. 

   To say it hurt was putting it lightly. For months you had thought Steve liked you for you and in return you gave him your everything, he knew every secret, every little detail about your life. But that’s not what hurt the most, what hurt the most was that you had fallen in love with him, so completely and utterly in love and he didn’t reciprocate it. 

   Some nights you could hear Steve murmuring in his sleep, Peggy, peggy, peggy,” when you were right there, not even a foot away from him. Other times he’d not so blatantly be staring at old pictures of her, stroking over her face as though she was some porcelain doll that needed to be protected. 

   You knew you should spare yourself the pain, leave Steve and find someone who loved you for you, not some image of the woman he once loved and yet you couldn’t bring yourself too. Something about the way he’d hold you, kiss you, tell you he loved you, it felt all too real to be fake. So instead of leaving, like you so should, you stuck around, dealing with all the pain Steve Rogers dealt upon you. 

   Things had been worse for the wear for awhile now but this- this topped the cake. You’d been on a mission when everything suddenly turned to shit. One minute you were on the way out and the next you were being ambushed on all sides. 

   You had been in no way prepared for the fight which then led to this- this whole incident all together. 

   You had been fitting these Agents left and right when suddenly a shot ran through the air and within a moment you had been knocked to the ground, skidding across the dirt as the battle around you raged on. 

  Something deep within your gut was telling you that something had happened, something was wrong and as you slowly sat up you could definitely see why. Your gaze had immediately locked on the writhing form on the ground, all clad in his patriotic uniform. You sprang from the dirt, rushing to Steve’s side as he rolled around a bit, groaning in pain. 

   “Oh my god Steve,” You breath out as you attempt to hold him still, trying to get a good look at his wound or wounds. 

   “Hurts.” He hisses through gritted teeth and you could already see the sweat forming on his brow. 

   “Oh god, it’s okay,” You smooth your hands over his abdomen, stopping when he groaned in pain. “Is this it?” You ask as you gently prod a bit further only to be met by another groan of pain. “Okay, oh god, it’s okay Stevie, I’ve got you, we’re gonna get you out of here, get you some treatment and-” 

   “I don’t want to leave,” Steve whispers, “I don’t want treatment, I don’t wanna get better,” 

   “Steve, you don’t mean that, come on-” 

   “(Y/N),” Steve breaths out, gently cupping your cheek as he does so. “This is the end of the line for me, I don’t want to go on,” He gives you a sad smile and you know as you stare down at it that there would be no convincing him. He wanted this, wanted to die, wanted to be reunited with Bucky and Peggy. And who were you to stop him? After all, you didn’t really matter to him at all. 

   “Steve, please-” Tears begin to form in your eyes as you cradle his head in your hand, the other applying bits of pressure to his bleeding wound. You swallow thickly, going over your words in your head. “If not for me, do it for Peggy,” Steve slowly cracks one eye open to look up at you, his lips parting as he goes to answer your question. You stop him before he can say anything, leaning down to press your lips against his. 

   Recently you’d gotten a new lipstick and you had realized it was the same exact shade as Peggy’s had been. You were going to stop using it when you realized it made Steve happy and if he was happy well then, you were happy. And he was especially happy when he kissed you, no doubt relishing in the way you nearly- nearly tasted like Peggy. 

   “Steve please,” You pull away slightly, just enough to breath and talk, “Do it, please,” Steve is quite for a few moments, just staring up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes. “Steve, Peggy would want you to,” Those words, those damn words mentioning Peggy seem to trigger something within him because he nods, grimacing slightly as he does so. An almost smile overtakes your features as you smooth your hand over Steve’s hair, just appreciating him for one moment before you start barking orders at everyone, demanding they get Steve out of there and to safety. 

   You watched as Sam and Tony carried Steve away, leaving you and the rest of the Avengers to battle the Agents. Your heart raced as you fought valiantly but it wasn’t do to said fighting, your heart was pounding in your chest because Steve, your Steve, was on the near brink of death and the only thing that had convinced him to stay was the thought of Peggy. 


   As soon as the fighting stopped you and the rest of the Avengers rushed to the hospital that Tony had said Steve was being treated at. It wasn’t too far and with the Quinjet you got there in no time. You realized it must have been silly to see all these supersuite clad adults running through the hospital, after all who ever saw such a thing? You did happen to note all the strange stares you had gotten but at the moment it wasn’t your primary focus. Right now all you needed to focus on was Steve and getting to his room before it was too late. 

   You come to a skidding halt beside the room door, the rest of the Avengers following right after. Immediately your eyes trained in on Steve’s body lying in the bed, motionless but breathing. You sigh in relief as tears begin to pool in your eyes, 

  It’s okay, he’s okay now, he’s alive and breathing and-

   Tony sighs a bit, shaking his head as he stares at the new party of people. 

   “Kid’s been out of it since he came here, doctors are thinking it’s just exhaustion,” 

   “At least he’s alive,” You breath out as you take a tentative step towards his bed. Your fingers graze over the material of his blanket and you could’ve sworn you saw him jolt at your touch. You go to open your mouth to continue your statement when Steve’s quiet, broken voice cuts you off. 

   “Peggy? Is that you?” 

Match in Heaven: Sirius Black

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

Can u do a imagine where yn breaks all her left ribs at a SlytxGryf match bc a Slytherin was attacking her over the game and Sirius starts to feel strange when he see yn hurt and cant see her in pain but stays when she asks to when she wakes up? ily❤


“You’re going to do great, go win us that house cup!” Lily cheers, pushing me through the opening that led to the vast open field. I could hear the roars of the four houses above and around me, my heart pounding against my ribcage and my palms sweating beneath the sleeveless gloves. My hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, my Gryffindor quidditch robe flapping in the chilly fall air, I had to wear my goggles to keep the wind from watering them.

“Even with Merlin’s help, (L/N) would still be a rotten keeper,” The Slytherin keeper snarls, bumping his shoulder against mine roughly as he headed out to the field. I watch him immediately mount his broom and zoom off to join the rest of his team in the sky. I huff in annoyance and send my four friends an encouraging smile before walking out to the field and joining Potter in the sky along with the rest of the Gryffindor team.

“I want a clean game. No curses, hexes or pre-game jinx,” Coach hisses and everyone nods, she blows her whistle loudly and everyone separated, the game beginning with full force. Of course, no one listens to the coach’s rules and it wasn’t long before Slytherin and Gryffindor alike were throwing back curses and foul mouthed language. Rain drizzles down on us as the game starts to enter its second hour, Slytherin leading the board by four points. I knew if I was able to find the snitch and catch it I would have enough points to allow my house to win the house cup.

Something flickers in front of my face and I smirk underneath my breath, I grip the broom tightly and stretch out my free hand to grasps at the fluttering object. It flickers to the right and then to the left when I stretch out for it once more, it then takes off and my focus was solely on catching the damn thing and ending this, crowing the Gryffindor’s champions once again. The further I went up into the sky the more droplets of rain start to beat down on my skin, my fingertips brush against the edge of the snitch but before I could fully grasp it within my hand I felt myself falling backwards towards the ground.

I could hear the crowd screaming and shouting for help but to me it was as if everything was moving in slow motion. My broom was falling along with my body but it was still too far for me to grasp and try to climb. Those in the sky got smaller and smaller, I soon felt my body hit solid ground and immediately aches all over. Even though it felt like a lifetime for me the whole ordeal took less than five seconds to happen, the last thing I saw before my eyes fluttered shut was the evil grin spreading across the Slytherin’s face like the Grinch when he stole Christmas.


“When you going to wake up and make me see them pretty eyes?” A gruff, obviously male, grunts out on the left side of my body. I recognize that it belongs to my greatest friend, Sirius, even if it wasn’t as cheery and loud as usual. I want to see his face so I try to open my eyes but it felt as they had been glued shut and then weighed down with cement. I, then, try to talk but my mouth felt as though it was stuffed with cotton but not before being rubbed with sandpaper. I gave up trying to make my body move and sigh in my mind before relaxing against the uncomfortable bed.

When I did open my eyes though the sun was starting to set behind the rocky mountains that surrounded the scenery of the area. My voice was still not back but I was able to do limited movements with my body, like move my arm just enough to wake the sleeping boy beside me. His black hair was ruffled and brush in front of his closed eyes, his skin shined underneath the soft lighting of the setting sun and the magical candles. I almost didn’t want to wake him up but his head was resting against my stomach and I needed circulation in the rest of my body. He groans in his sleep and snuggled closer into my side, a sharp pain erected from where he pressed himself up.

“Sirius!” I screech out in excrutiating pain, my voice coming out scratchy and tired. He immediately shoots up into a sitting position and hold his wand out to protect us, lowering it when he hears me whimper and clutch the bandages wrapped firmly around my mid torso.

“Oh god,” He exclaims and jumps from the bed, pacing back and forth while he mumbles underneath his breath to himself. I clench my teeth and grit them together, searching for something to throw at the annoying boy. Finally, I just took up my pillow and flung it as hard as I could and smile through the pain when it smacks him dab in the head and gets his attention.

“Get the matron,” I say as calmly as I could and he nods before rushing out of the otherwise empty room to fetch Madam Pomfrey.


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His long legs carried him out of the medical wing and down the stairs in search of the head matron. His heart felt as though it was about to explode from all the emotions swirling through his body. When he saw (Y/N) knocked from her broom and free-falling to the ground he had immediately jumped from his bench and raised his wand in hopes of slowing down her body. He wasn’t quick enough though and she ended up crashing into the ground, breaking almost all of the bones in her body. Even though they had been able to heal the major wounds and broken bones she wasn’t well enough to heal her ribs, everyone fearing that shards of her shattered ribs would cause internal bleeding that not even magic would fix. For two weeks straight he stayed with her, only leaving to go to classes and use the bathroom, other than that the rest of the gang would bring him his meals and remind him to take care of himself as well.

He doesn’t know what took over his body, it was like he was pushed to the back of his mind and was watching another man run around and cry over the broken girl he slept next to each night. He never once allowed anyone but him and the matron to touch her fragile body or look at her longer than he felt was necessary. He didn’t understand these feelings, he has never experience them before and honestly they were scaring the shit from his pants. He started to notice little things about her that he didn’t notice before, like the way she wrinkled her nose when it itched or the faint scars that littered her form from years of playing Quidditch inside and outside of Hogwarts.

He spotted the older woman having a stroll through the corridor with a teacher and ran up to them immediately. “Need…assistance…she’s…awake,” He gasps out, leaning over to catch his breath. Madam Pomfrey gasps immediately and bids bye to the professor before rushing off with Sirius hot on her tale. When they returned to the hospital room they found (Y/N) sitting in the middle of the bed with Remus and James smothering her with questions and constantly fluffing the pillow. He stood back and let the matron get to work on fixing one of his dearest friends. (Y/N) smiled at him while her vitals were checked and his heart leapt into overdrive, he smiles back and send her a wave. He finally figured out why he was acting like a complete idiot, he was in love.

The butterflies in his stomach became stampeding horses when she beckoned him over to sit by her. He was madly in love with the girl in front of him. He shakes his head, not able to see the women he loves in pain.

“Please?” Just like that he gives in, knowing he’d never be able to say no to her again.

SamXReader: Lots of Fluff

Request: it’s finally monday!! :D so i was wondering if you could make a fluffy oneshot where sam and the reader go ice skaitng on their first date and the reader is clumsy so she falls a lot and she doesn’t know how to skate so sam has to teach her but she soon get’s the hang of it. thank you! :)

Request: So with the imminent snow in the northeast (yay can’t wait -_- ) could you please write a fluffy snow fic where the reader and the boys get snowed into their motel while on a case in New England and maybe play stupid games i.e. truth or dare, never have I ever, etc and whilst doing so Sam and reader admit their feelings for each other? And then they go and run around in the snow and just have stupid fun? Keep up the good work!

Request: Can you do one where Sam or dean gets beat up on a hunt and when the reader gets back from hers she takes care of them and gets very motherly about it

Request: Monday! Can you do a one shot where the boys get back from a hunt and Sam is wounded really badly and the reader stitches him up and is all scared bc they thought they’d lost him ( Sam x reader ) and they reader helps him to his room and just lots of fluff and stuff please!

Request: So it’s Monday where I live ( yay! ) and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot where the reader and boys get back from a particularly scary hunt and she has a nightmare about it so she goes to Sam and dean crying, so they comfort her. Lots of fluff and cute stuff. ( Sam x Reader please )

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"The kid's crawling into bed with us again," Jonny mumbles, making room in the middle.

cw: mpreg, kidfic, exceedingly disgusting fluff


“The kid’s crawling into bed with us again,” Jonny mumbles, making room between himself and Patrick when he feels little fists bunching in the comforter and the heft of Ava’s tiny, compact body as she hauls herself up onto the mattress. “You decent?”

Jonny’s hardly been asleep at all, because he’s six months pregnant and he’s got acid reflux like a motherfucker, but he can tell when Patrick startles awake, hands flying down automatically to make sure he’s got boxers on. “Unghhh,” Patrick groans, just as Ava climbs on Jonny’s chest and punches all of the breath out of him in a pained exhale. “Time’s it?”

Jonny twists to look at the clock on the nightstand, settling Ava in at his side and pulling the covers over both of them. “Three-thirty,” he tells Patrick. “Hi,” he says to Ava, stroking his finger down her nose. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Ava gives him the little huffy sigh that she favors, and Patrick rolls on his side, reaching for her, fingers skimming absently through her silky smooth hair. It’s awkward for Jonny to move over like that with his belly already as big as it was when he’d been eight months along with Ava, but once he gets himself there, it’s comfortable and he likes the closeness of caging Ava between their bodies. The baby shifts inside him when he moves, pressing sharp against his ribs for a moment before settling when Jonny places a protective hand over the curve of his belly.

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My boyfriend of four months and I broke up bc he stood me up on our date. I mean I'm more relieved than anything bc he was shitty bf but still. :'( Can i get some solangelo fluffiness pretty please? your stuff always cheers me up sry if im being a bother

Hun I am so so sorry! I feel you so much rn. Here! (leaps through the class through screen to pull you into a tight hug) You’re lovely, okay?  :3 Anyone that doesn’t see can snuff it and boo-hootie on them. <3 Have the fluffiest Solangelo I can muster, and take care of yo bootyful self.  ;)

101 Dalmations-esque AU bc I’m in a Disney mood ;)


Will never thought he’d end up in Italy, but there he was, walking along the park pathway and enjoying the sea breeze blowing back his hair.  It was gorgeous along the Amalfi coast with its ancient buildings and landscapes, and rich cultures that were as enrooted into the town as the old trees and foliage.
His Dalmatian pup gave a sharp bark and pulled at her leash, yanking Will forward with a chuckle.  “Easy, Sunny!” he called, relaxing back into a languid stroll.  “There’s no rush.”

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anonymous asked:

Stupid prompt bc I love cliches: soma, one of them asks the other to teach the other how to make out

Well it’s a good thing you love cliches, anon, because this is cliche as hell. And slightly festive. Enjoy!

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By the time they got back to their rooms, Soul’s foul mood had surpassed sulky and gone straight to seething. She flinched when he slammed his door and went about her business, changing into sleep clothes and going down the hall of the little B&B to brush her teeth in the shared bathroom. As she washed up, she silently cursed Black Star for being such a loudmouthed punk. Now she had to go balm her weapon’s bruised ego or risk the minefield of his mind the next time they resonated. This was supposed to be a winter vacation.

Once all her things were put away, she went back into the hall and rapped her knuckles against his door.

“I don’t want any,” came the grumbling reply.

“Let me in,” she called.

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Alive

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - You and Dean go on your first vampire hunt together. 

Word Count - Approx 1000

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A/N - So, this is my first piece ever in years and actually publishing it on Tumblr. Go easy on me folks. Appreciate you for taking the time to read. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“So tell me again how you kill a vampire?” Dean turned his turned his eyes from the road to look at you.

“Decapitation,” you answered blandly. 

Dean had been constantly quizzing you ever since you two hit the road, approximately two hours ago. You knew it was only because he was concerned but you were honestly a few questions away from exiting the Impala and running into the nearest truck.

“And, vampire’s weakne-” he started but you cut him off quickly before he could finish. 

“Dean!” You half-laughed because of his constant worry. “I’ve read the lore on vampires back and front. I could recite it to you like my own life detail. Sam didn’t let me leave his room last night until I knew every detail. So just please trust me.”

Dean let out a heavy sigh. “You know I trust you Y/N, with everything I’ve got. But hunting is hard and it takes a toll on you after awhile. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Sweet, Dean really, but I don’t break too easily.” You turned to look at his expression, somewhat dubious but softened once he saw your face.

You couldn’t help but be excited about this hunt. You were aware how absolutely crazy you sounded about being excited to hunt down monsters and putting yourself in life-threatening situations. Dean had made sure that you had no “half-baked romantic notions” about hunting and you didn’t. 

Hunting was all Dean knew. You knew that Dean didn’t trust many people, especially when it came to hunting. So yes, you were excited, because, in a way, he was showing a part of himself to you that he didn’t let many other people see.

“If you feel unsafe in whatever way, don’t hesitate to back out. I can call Sammy and he and I can finish off the hunt,” Dean started again after turning onto another dusty back road. You almost groaned aloud but you kept on reminding yourself of what Sam once told you - how protective Dean was when you were important to him.

“Sam’s sick as a dog so I guess you’re stuck with me,” you replied.

“I don’t care if Sam is in a coma, I’ll drag his ass here if it means you’ll be safe.” Dean reached over to touch your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. You noticed he was doing that a lot lately, almost as if he were making sure that you were there, with him, and real.

“I’ll drag your ass through the dirt if you bother Sam and I’ll do it happily.” You let your right elbow rest against the cool car window, your hand running through your hair, and your eyes appreciating the scenery of Nowhere, United States, but never letting your left hand stop holding Dean’s hand. You saw him smile a small smile as he turned the car out onto a road that had more recognizable things, like shops and sidewalks.

He rubbed his thumb across your knuckles in a soothing motion, almost making you fall asleep, which you almost did until you heard his voice.

“So these particular vampires - nasty sons of bitches. After you crashed after our research session, I continued and discovered some new things,” he said.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in ready concentration to listen to the details of the hunt.

“Well, I discovered that these vampires mostly prey on teenagers, mostly drunk ones that are lost, separated from their group. I talked to their parents on the phone and most of them were leaving for a party and never came back. Also, with a certain ‘holiday’ coming up, it gives them ample room and time to enjoy buffet central.” Dean spoke with a distinct disgust in his voice that you had noticed that he reserved when discussing the ‘monster of the week’.

“Halloween,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, but the good news is, they only feed back at their nest. Probably some sick game of ‘who got the best dinner’ thing. So we go to their nest, save as many people as possible before -”

“The vampires get back. And when they do, we inject so much dead man’s blood into their systems so they wish they were never undead.” You finished for him with a smile and a tone of confidence that only Dean could rise in you.

He chuckled lowly and replied with an amused tone, “Yeah exactly.”

You leant away from the window and toward him to kiss his scruffy cheek. You resisted the urge to kiss him fully on the lips because knowing him, and knowing the history of ‘those kisses’, those teenagers would never be saved.

Tucking your jacket closer to you, you let your head fall gently against the car door and let sleep take over your sleep-deprived body.

//

“Get off me you son of a bitch!” Dean gritted out through his teeth as he struggled to reach the machete that was knocked out of his hand. Once you got to the vampire nest, you and Dean had managed to save three victims inconspicuously and killed four other vampires.

Granted, you were the one injecting the dead man’s blood and combating them as Dean had decapitated the four. But hey, baby steps.

The vampire that had got an advantage on Dean was currently on top of him, knees pinned on either side of his body, and sharp teeth visibly snapping, prepared to bite Dean.

The vampire was close to biting him until suddenly, Dean was splattered with blood. The vampire’s body slumped and Dean shoved the headless body aside immediately with disgust.

In front of him, stood you, with machete in hand in all your blood and glory. The old you would have shuttered and nervously laughed at the thought that this version of yourself felt amazing despite the blood and sweat. Hunting gave you an exciting adrenaline rush, blood pumping through your ears and it made you feel… alive.

Your hand reached out to the other thing that made you feel alive and pulled him up. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked hotter. Y/N blood is a good look on you,” he said amused and a slight pain in his voice. You noticed the blood through his jacket and your hand slid under his jacket to push it off and you analyzed the large gash of his bicep.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah okay, Winchester. We better get you stitched up and while we’re at it, we gotta have some words about your ‘kinks’.”