i just finished watching this and i am at a loss for words

WHY I LOVE U

Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you. 

Venus in Taurus: Being with you is like coming home. Like a perfect dream. Like lavender candles and cuddling up to a marathon of our favourite show. You kissing me between every episode. You don’t like playing games and you don’t like being rushed when falling in love. You take your sweet time, worshipping my body and my mind so my heart can’t help but follow. I remember those lazy Sundays, strolling through the furniture store, your hand in mine and we would pretend to decorate our future house. But all we came out with were more lavender candles and a burning lust for each other. You turn the mundane into something truly magical. 

Venus in Gemini: You drive me crazy, I never know where we stand. We spend the most incredible nights together and then I don’t hear from you in forever. Maybe that’s your style, you wanna look me in the eyes and not read my words on your phone. We sit for hours and people watch, making up backstories for them. When I’m with you I have no sense of time, all I can think about is your mischievous smile and the way you play with my hair. Your love is all-consuming, like nothing in the world matters to you more. With you my sense of reason is completely clouded, I’m yours for the night and every other night. If you’ll have me. 

Venus in Cancer: My hero, my sensitive babe. Your heart on your sleeve, that look in your eyes and I was yours forever. When you kissed me I could see our lives flashing before my eyes. Sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Your nose in a book but your hand on me, like you needed to be connected to me or else you’d die. Every time you catch me staring at you I can’t help the grin on my face. You are fragile and strong, creating this protective space around us where we can just be together. I love how you’re not afraid of your feelings, and how you already named our kids even though we need to discuss it lol. You make it feel so real, like you are the missing piece of the puzzle. 

Venus in Leo: I remember the first time I met you, it all happened so fast. At a party, my friend introducing you and before I knew it your arms were around me. I remember melting into your hug, and the electricity in the air when we finally let go. Everyone else thought it was weird but we both knew, there was no turning back. Being with you feels like running through a field of flowers, faster and faster. Your laughter and your moans echo in my head. My legs feel like giving out but your hand refuses to let go of mine. It’s that smile after you say something clever, and they way you make me feel like it’s just me and you versus the world. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved. 

Venus in Virgo: You make me feel whole. Driving down the freeway blasting our songs, I can’t sing but you don’t care. Your hand on the stick shift and for some reason I got all hot inside. It’s the way you wrap your arms around me at the checkout line, like I’m yours and you don’t care who knows. You’re thoughtful and observant, you make me feel like I matter to you. And it’s not an act, you are actually that kind. I’m trying so hard to describe you, but all I can think about is that night when my family fell apart. You drew a bath with bubbles and you held me until the water went cold. Then we ate raspberries (my favourite) and watched Modern Family. And then you loved me until I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. I think that describes you more than words ever could. You’re the one I see sitting next to me on our porch doing a crossword puzzle, in our old bodies. But it doesn’t scare me because your spirit is forever young. 

Venus in Libra: Being in love with you is so easy. Our first date was to the movies. You gave me a red poppy and held my hand the entire time, gently playing with my fingers. My heart was about to beat out of my chest but somehow I was calm, because you were. I love the way you talk so easy, with that breezy confidence. Like you’d never tell me a lie. The way you were charming and kind to everyone from the bus driver to the server at the pizza shop. After talking to each other all night in the park, it was the only place that was still open. My mum still asks about you. I think she loved you more than I did, and that’s saying something. 

Venus in Scorpio: God, the way you tear me apart and then put me back together. Over and over again. You of all people know that life isn’t always chocolates and roses. You’re not afraid of the ugliness of human nature, instead you try to find the silver lining, the beauty in the madness. You demand that I’m honest with you, and in turn you trust me with your own secrets. It created a bond beyond love, or maybe it was love. It just felt different, like it was based in reality and not a love story. You’ve seen me at my worst and still think I’m beautiful, because you see people’s souls. Nobody can hide their true nature from you for you are an expert of reading between the lines. Your animalistic passion penetrates deep, and everything becomes a haze of lust and obsession. Because if you’re not obsessed it’s just not worth it. I would trust you with my life, because you would sacrifice your own for the one you love. 

Venus in Sagittarius: We had just gotten comfortable on the top of the mountain we climbed when you hit me with “Do you think out of seven billion that some people have the same personality?” And you packed my favourite sandwich, tomato, mozzarella and basil. A moment of breathless kisses and triumph. Your strength made me feel strong too, and your devotion made my heart swell. You never stand still but it doesn’t matter, because you take me with you and always make sure I’m alright. You make me feel included, showing me off and introducing me to all your friends. I’ve never felt more proud than when I’m standing next to you. When you told me how much you loved me I knew it was true. 

Venus in Capricorn: The true romantic. What drew me in was that calm stare, you looked like trouble I swear I was gonna faint on the spot. You could keep up with me, and when you took my hand and said “Trust me?” I somehow believed you. But what made me fall for you was how you kept all your promises. Your presence is honest and true, the way you make me feel like I would never be alone, like I would always have a friend. I love falling asleep in your arms to your heartbeat. You’re gentle with me, I can feel your love in every touch. Your love made me believe I could do anything, because I knew you would stick by my side. If I asked you to. 

Venus in Aquarius: Keep it cool, that’s how you roll. Almost untouchable, but you let me touch you. It was like the seasons changed in seconds. You finished that last drop of champagne and said “Let’s get wet”, then we jumped in the pool. And then you kissed me. It felt like breathing underwater, I don’t even think you live in the same world as the rest of us. I texted you at 2 a.m. and you didn’t hesitate. Trapped between your body and the wall, your lips on my neck and I was already in heaven. I never thought you loved me back, until you showed up on my doorstep, whiskey on your breath and tears in your eyes. After that I never doubted you, because I knew then that your love was more than words. 

Venus in Pisces: With you it’s all about the moment, and moments with you are plush and whimsical. Like sitting on a cloud. You are still the only person to ever write me a poem. And when you asked me if I liked it, how you let me see your vulnerable side even though the look in your eyes was sheer terror, you were brave. I was at loss for words so I just kissed you deeply. You see the beauty in the little things, like asking me about what I dreamt last night or giving me cupid earrings so they could whisper sweet nothings in my ear when you’re not around. Your love is poetic, you actually think of me and what makes me happy. Whenever you see something that reminds you of me you always let me know. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be so cherished.

anonymous asked:

deaf/HoH or blind sterek?

I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one  :P  I do like these types of fics tho.  :P

Also:

anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf, blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !         

This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).

Enjoy the fics!  -Emmy

First up:  Deaf

Originally posted by milena198702

(Ooooooh…he gives me Derek vibes :D )

Deaf!Derek

You Don’t Have to Hear Your Heartbeat to Feel It by redhoodedwolf

(1,186 I General I Complete)  *sterek, college au, TA!derek, college student!stiles

It took Stiles longer than he’d like to admit for him to discover his TA for Mythological Studies was deaf.

Little Gestures by Stereksale7

(1,976 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, driver!derek

Derek is a deaf Uber driver.

He’s hardly thanked by his passengers, and when he is, it’s seldom genuine.

In comes Stiles Stilinski, who changes it all.

Give Me a Sign by WhichWolfWins

(2,215 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, loss of virginity

Stiles decides to learn sign language so he can communicate better with Derek and he ends up using it to communicate his feelings for him.

Laughter is the Best Medicine by literaryoblivion

(4,432 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles

He hasn’t always been deaf.

Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.

He misses it. A lot.

Speak to Me by Ember

(9,168 I Teen I Complete)

Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes

(15,645 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, au, food blogger!derek

One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

~

“Derek,” he says again, and the name feels very strange on his tongue. “You don’t mean Derek Hale.”

His professor’s eyebrows reach up, eyes widening. “You read his blog?”

“Uh. Worship. Would be a better more descriptive word. That is Derek Hale?”

Jimmy chuckles. “Good-looking guy, huh?”

“You mean to tell me the Food Network hasn’t snatched him up to dethrone everyone else from daytime TV.”

Jimmy smiles a small private smile. “I don’t think TV is his medium.”

Stiles raises an eyebrow. “Shy?”

The man laughs heartily at that. “No, I wouldn’t say that. He just has particular forms of expression, like eyebrows and chili powder.”

Counting to Infinity by artenon

(15,763 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek goes deaf, he finds himself going to Stiles for help. Stiles does.

Want You To Shut Up (Even Though I Cannot Hear You) by ChairmanChurch

(19,487 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au, roommates, alive hale family

“Wait, wait,” Scott scrutinized him suspiciously, “is all of this about the killer thing or just that you want to ogle at your roommate’s body?”

“No way, dude. I have my standards. Not the guy with eery green grey eyes, perfectly trimmed stubble and stupid bunny teeth.”

(Or the one in which Derek is deaf and Stiles doesn’t stop talking, and Isaac’s finally being helpful)


Deaf!Stiles

The Music Of your Body by GameCake

(2,389 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, dancer!stiles

Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.

I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.

It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.

Hush by gryvon

(5,101 I General I Complete)  *scott/stiles, alive hale family

Scott becomes infatuated with Derek’s friend Stiles.

Heartbeats by lizleminem

(5,441 I Mature I Complete)  *scott/stiles

When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.

Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”

Savagely Wicked by KrAuEd

(6,241 I Mature I Complete)   *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family

Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.

(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)

Communication (And Lack Thereof) by impalagirl, wilddragonflying

(7,761 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, proposals, weddings

Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(11,010 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

And the Rest Was Silence by Reaping

(13,417 I Explicit I Complete)

April 16th: Noise

“Still can’t hear, go away.” He forms the words carefully, not sure how loud they are, but sure the wolves will get it.

Passing Notes to Say I Love You by AceLotti

(18,618 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, college au

Love is Deaf. You can’t just tell someone you love them. You have to show them.

Silent by Handsofred

(28,313 I General I Complete)   *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles

Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.

Silence is Loudest by codarra

(132,553 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time

Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.

The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.

“Accident.”

“Car crash.”

“Hit and run.”

“Sick. Really sick.”

“Disease.”

“Brain damage.”

“Brain dead.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

“Stilinski.”

Blind

Originally posted by draikinator

Blind!Stiles

Blind Guy Walking Here by foodunderstandsme

(1,141 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.

It’s Just Like You To Come And Go (series) by wednesdays

(2,469 I Teen I Series WIP)

Stiles is blind. Derek may or may not like him a little lot.

Blind Trust by FairyNiamh

(3,255 I General I Complete)  *sterek, high school au, human au

Derek hates his life, hates moving, and hates that some kid keeps staring at him.

I see You Better by theroguesgambit

(4,686 I Teen I Complete)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

In the Darkness by Boy On Strings

(7,817 I Mature I Complete) *sterek

Stiles is blinded in the final showdown with the Alpha, Derek tries to comfort him after realizing he almost lost something forever.

Can’t Stay Away by mommymuffin

(10,689 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, mutilation

“It’s really quite simple, Derek,” Deucalion drawls. “You pick one to kill tonight, you kill the rest later, you become part of my pack.”

“And if I refuse?” Derek growls.

“We’ll kill one of them anyway.”

Heretics and Bastards by JusticeBanana

(13,229 I Mature I WIP)  *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles

Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.

Love is Blind by super_queer

(14,238 I Not Rated I Complete)  *major character death, sterek, werewolf!stiles, alpha!stiles

Stiles loses his sight in a terrible accident, but Derek is determined to give him a good life regardless.

Sinking Like a Stone by iamnightbird

(20,012 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

What Big Eyes You Have (Series) by A_Lesbian_With_Pink_Hair

(20,978 I G-E I Complete)  *sterek, mates

An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.

Serendipity by mynamjo

(45,141 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, artist!derek, magic!stiles, florist!stiles

Derek moves back to Beacon Hills to open up his new art gallery when he meets a blind boy who won’t leave him alone.

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(83,738 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

He Sees Me For Me by Karlarado

(23,999 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, dad!derek

Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(83,015 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

Blind!Derek

Definitely Actually a Love Story by saltyavocado (rainglazed) 

(2,057 I General I Complete)  *sterek, Scott and Derek are brothers

Second and final part to the Bigbro!Derek verse.

The Colors of the Rainbow by MagnusBanewood 

(3,425 I Not Rated I Complete)  *sterek

When Derek arrives at his new high school he is afraid that people will make fun of him again. But then he meets Stiles and slowly falls in love with his voice.

Feeling You by secretfanboy 

(6,158 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek,

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski’s take him in.  As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better?  Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 4)

And here we go, the last part of the Prince AU! Get ready for a wall of text, this is about 50% longer than the other parts (oops). Anyway, this has been such a fun series to write. You can find links to other parts here: 1, 2, 3. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by parkvmins

  • “(Y/N), do you like me?”
  • oh my god no nO NO non non ono noono nO NO NO what do i s ay oh myg od
  • “Uh, no I don’t, weirdo,” you nervously laughed, backing away from him, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the blush that was running to your cheeks
  • Daniel stood up, eyes curving playfully, his gaze boring into you
  • “Hmmm… I heard everything, though, (Y/N),” he walked closer and closer to you, you carefully backing up in response
  • What the hell does he think he’s doing right now oh my god
  • “What did you hear? You must be hearing things, I never said that I like you, you should get your ears checked out,” you replied, unable to meet his strong gaze
  • “There are different ways to say you like someone… and I heard,” Daniel began, poking your cheek, “someone here saying they wouldn’t mind marrying me… at all,” he finished, smirking
  • Suddenly, you had a sudden rush of confidence, standing up straight and looking Daniel right in the eye
  • “Well, last time I checked, “wouldn’t mind” doesn’t mean the same thing as “want to”, in fact all it means that I’m completely neutral about marrying you mister,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at him, walking right past him to take a seat on the bed
  • You were too focused on stopPING YOUR OWN HEART from exploding out of your chest to notice Daniel’s quiet “oh” in response to your comeback
  • And Daniel was having problems of his own: for some reason, he was… disappointed by your response
  • Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk with you anymore or finish his homework/lesson with you, and silently walked to his own end of the bed, climbing under the comforter, resting his head on the pillow to face away from you
  • He honestly felt like punching something or slamming his body against the bed but willed himself to complete stillness, not wanting to communicate his feelings to you in any way
  • He didn’t realize how excited and happy and built up he had gotten when you had whispered to him, thinking he was asleep
  • And now he knew he shouldn’t be mad, but here he was, unable to talk to you for some reason
  • You were shaken up as well, on the opposite side of the bed, and climbed in without a word, confused as to why Daniel had suddenly stopped talking to you… was he angry?
  • You laid down there, unable to fall asleep for some reason sometimes sneaking glances at Daniel’s huge curled up body
  • You fell into sleep, emptily staring at him from afar, confused about what was happening
  • Daniel, on the other hand, was unable to rest and forget about the night’s previous events
  • He tossed and turned in the dimly-lit room, sometimes facing you, looking at your sleeping face
  • Why am I feeling like this… 
  • He silently raged at himself, never having felt this way before, before one clear and frightening thought entered his mind
  • I wanted her to like me.
  • That was it. That’s the entire explanation, and he still struggled to understand why he wanted that
  • Daniel fell asleep out of exhaustion, his last thoughts before he drifted off being a complete mess
  • zzzz good night you two
  • The next morning, you groggily opened your eyes, only to find yourself face to face with Daniel’s shirt
  • It took a couple seconds for you to process the position you were in: all snuggled up in Daniel’s chest, his arms holding you against him
  • oh my gOD WHAT HE WHAT IS HE DOING HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
  • You two slept in the same bed literally every night, and this had never once happened in all that time
  • Keep in mind the bed is huge, and you two are all the way shifted to one side, leaving the other side completely empty
  • Nevertheless, you couldn’t will yourself to move out of Daniel’s grasp, you wanting to stay in this position… for as long as possible
  • You didn’t make a move, and closed your eyes again
  • In your logic, you two were on your side of the bed, so whatever happened wasn’t because of you, so you just went with it
  • You had no idea that Daniel was also awake and pretending to be asleep LOL
  • He was equally shocked when he woke up; he had no idea how he ended up in this position over the night, but he found himself enjoying the feeling of your body warming him up
  • He hoped you wouldn’t feel his heart racing, your face right on his chest
  • And the both of you just laid there, trying to keep yourselves perfectly still, secretly appreciating the other’s presence as much as possible
  • Y’all dumb af lol
  • You two would have just laid there forever until you turned into corpses, if not for the intercom interrupting your peaceful silence
  • “Prince Kang, Miss (Y/L/N), please wash up and join the family for Lunch at noon.”
  • that dAMN security system… the Queen and King are probably watching us like we’re characters in a movie, deciding to “wake you up” now
  • You both twitched in shock from the noise, sitting up in the bed, eyes finally meeting one another (and you two were both pretty much wide awake by now lol)
  • “Oh- um hey,” Daniel greeted you, the first words he had spoken to you since last night
  • You cleared your throat, “hey, good morning”
  • It wasn’t every day you saw Daniel at a loss for words – he was quiet and you two just looked at each other before getting up, mutually agreeing to pretend like last night and this morning never happened…
  • …or so you thought.
  • You were on your way out of his room, mumbling that you would go wash up first, when you heard Daniel’s voice call out from behind you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • You stopped, and turned around, to come face to face with Daniel – when had he gotten so close?
  • You looked at him, not having time to say anything, when his bunny teeth poked out from between his lips
  • “You like me. You totally do.”
  • wait. what? where was this coming from…
  • This time, you had nothing to say to Daniel, and just blankly stared at him, waiting for an explanation
  • Daniel smugly smirked at you, before continuing
  • “Maybe you don’t realize it, but you totally like me, I just get this vibe from you,”
  • “What are you babbling, get ahold of yourself man” you said, kicking his leg and running away
  • You didn’t know what Daniel was trying to pull here, and honestly he wasn’t sure himself
  • He just wanted not to be awkward with you, and for things to go back to normal – and that meant teasing you, even if it was over something that wasn’t… confirmed
  • And maybe, he was hoping to himself that it was true, and telling you that you liked him made him take his mind off the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t, serving as a source of comfort for him
  • Over the next couple weeks, you could count on Daniel to catch literally any small action you did and turn it into a “you like me” thing
  • Every night he would set up a pillow barrier between you two, claiming that other night that you jumped him and he was trying to “protect” his “purity”
  • Even if your hand slightly touched him for one reason or another, he would get all on your case about that
  • “OH I CAUGHT YOU!!!” or “What can I do, I’m so charming, even you couldn’t resist me”
  • Sometimes he’d purposely set you up, asking if you wanted some of his drink, and when you agreed he’d tease you for sharing a drink with him
  • Most of the time you were just too done to respond to him, only managing an eye roll or glare
  • Ong and Jaehwan saw all of this happen, and would give Daniel the "really bro” look every time (just to go unnoticed by him)
  • To them, it was obvious that all this teasing was just a sign that he had a huge crush on you (which they had picked up a while ago)
  • They’d whisper about Daniel right in front of him lmao
  • “Daniel is good looking, but really bad at dating”
  • “I have no idea what he’s doing”
  • “What a freak”
  • “It’s funny how he claims (Y/N) likes him over the dumbest things but he can’t realize he likes her over the same teasing he does to her”
  • “That’s dumb Daniel for ya”
  • Daniel was really like a little kid, unable to figure himself out
  • He was the type to tell someone directly when he liked them, but he hadn’t seemed to have figured out his feelings for you… weirdo
  • So you were stuck with all this teasing, but you were in too deep in your own feelings for him that you didn’t even care at this point LOL
  • Everything was stuck in this strange limbo between friendship and dating until one day, when you were to take a multi-day trip to attend a competition for one of the clubs you were in at school
  • And of course, Daniel made this big deal about you going to miss him
  • “If you get too sad while I’m not there with you, feel free to call me or anything (Y/N), I’ll make sure my phone is always turned on for you, I wouldn’t want you to be sad on your trip,” he teased, poking your cheeks (he tended to do that a lot lol)
  • The line between joking and serious was completely blurred at this point, and for the time being you didn’t make an effort to clear it
  • “Sure thing, fella, I could say the same to you,”
  • You went on your trip, and on your end it was for the most part uneventful
  • After all, you were already self-aware of your emotions for him, and you had already come to terms with missing him for a few days
  • but the case wAS DIFFERENT FOR MR. KANG HERE
  • He had laughed at his own jokes over sending you off, but once you had left, he was an absolute mess
  • That afternoon at the coffeeshop, Daniel barely spoke a word to Ong and Jaehwan, and kept checking his phone and putting it back in his pocket over and over again
  • After a while, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, and told Ong and Jaehwan that he had to leave
  • “I think I’m feeling sick, I have no idea why, my head hurts for some reason, I’m going to go home early today guys”
  • Jaehwan and Ong already knew that if they told Daniel he liked you, he would just deny it and tell them they were crazy
  • This one, he had to figure out on his own
  • Daniel couldn’t focus at all; when he arrived back at the palace, he had no idea what to do
  • For some reason, he couldn’t remember what he used to do after school before you lived with him
  • He tried playing computer games and eating food but couldn’t stop checking his phone
  • “She definitely misses me, why isn’t she texting?”
  • He even checked his temperature, trying to find the cause of the weird feeling that was taking over his body
  • He flopped on his bed, staring at his phone and flailing his limbs around because he’s strange
  • Daniel found himself mindlessly tapping his phone to almost call you multiple times before catching himself and stopping
  • But on one attempt, he failed to stop himself and the call went through, unbeknownst to him LOL
  • “Hello?” Your voice called out from the other line
  • wa w ahat (Y/N) how is she here what why is she on the call
  • He quickly came to the wrong conclusion, that you had finally called him, quickly getting cocky again
  • “Ah, (Y/N), looks like you finally caved in and called me, I know you couldn’t resist, you totally missed me, but what can I expect if you like me so much,” he cackled out
  • You were, obviously, extremely confused as to what was happening
  • “Daniel? I didn’t call you though,” you replied
  • “Yes you obviously did, Miss (Y/N)”
  • “Daniel. Literally check your phone, you’re the one who called me, if anything, according to your own logic, this means you are the one who misses me and you like me, idiot”
  • wait, what? Daniel checked his phone log, the outreaching arrow indicating that he was the one who had started the call, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw the symbol
  • He sat there in silence, shocked, still on the call
  • “Daniel? Are you still there?” your voice reclaimed his attention
  • “yeah,” he responded, shocking you – in that one word, you heard softness and vulnerability
  • “Uh- are you okay? Did something happen?”
  • Without thinking, Daniel finally let loose the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for so long, shocking the both of you
  • “I think I like you, (Y/N).”
  • “What?”
  • Everything was becoming clear to Daniel – how had I not figured this out earlier? You’re literally such a fool, he thought, scolding himself
  • More confidently this time, he repeated himself
  • “(Y/N). I definitely like you. I miss you too.”
  • “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening now, Daniel I’m literally on a bus right now,” you quietly laughed into the phone, hoping the sounds of the bus were too loud for others to hear your conversation
  • Hearing your laugh made Daniel’s heart literally flutter, his feet kicking his bed in happiness
  • Everything was finally making sense, and that was in itself comforting
  • “Sorry I didn’t tell you before, (Y/N), I literally just figured it out. Like 30 seconds ago,” he giggled back at you
  • “You’re so dumb; this whole time you were the one making fun of me and telling me that I was the one who liked you, you fool”
  • “Well, I mean, you do, right? Like me?”
  • “No, I don’t, and now I’m going to tease you about liking me for months!” (you couldn’t hold back at this momentary revenge on him)
  • But Daniel felt his heart drop at your answer
  • “Wait, you don’t? But- but you always stare at me and joke with me and we’re just perfect together you have to like me!” Daniel cutely protested, and you completely gave in – you were a total sucker for him
  • “I’ve literally liked you since that holiday party months ago, don’t even I’ve deadass been waiting for a sign from you since forever” you replied, unintentionally confessing more than you had intended
  • “Wait what? Since the party? Oh my god, you’re SO into me, and I’m never going to forget it”
  • “Ugh I’m hanging up, I can’t believe I told you that,” you said angrily, but Daniel heard the smile in your voice
  • “Okay, we can continue this juicy information session later then, dumbo”
  • “I’M LEAVING BYE”
  • “Bye sweetheart”
  • “…never call me that again or I will end you”
  • “I thought you were leaving? Can’t seem to end the call with me? You really are in too deep girl”
  • “Shut up I’m going now” you hastily hung up
  • And the both of you just sat in your respective locations, with huge grins covering your faces
  • Not once could you two have a prolonged nice moment without turning to harass the other… but nevertheless, it felt so right
  • For the next couple days of that trip, you two called each other every night, but throughout the day solely communicated through those sticker emojis on the text message app (wtf)
  • When you returned to the palace after what seemed like the longest 4 days of both of your lives, Daniel was the first one to greet you, opening the doors of the palace himself, urging the servants to let him do it himself
  • You began to greet Daniel with a simple “hey”, but he immediately smothered you in a tight hug, making the servants giggle in shyness behind him
  • “Dan- dude I can’t breathe” you mustered out, your face smushed against his chest
  • All he did was laugh in response and drag you to his room, quickly closing the door behind him and holding you still in front of him, his hands cupping your shoulders
  • He looked like a complete puppy, happy and shy and excited at the same time
  • He still hadn’t said anything, and was still laughing, breathing heavily at the shameless running the both of you had just done
  • And just like that, you felt his lips on your forehead, there one second and gone the next
  • “Oh my gosh, that felt as good as I imagined,” he breathed out, sTILL LAUGHING LIKE HE WON’T STOP LAUGHING
  • You could only look at him, taken completely by surprise, rapidly blinking due to the closeness between the two of you
  • “Can I do it again?” Daniel asked, finally getting a hold of himself
  • “Like you asked the first time,” you muttered, feeling your heart dance as he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him
  • “Good point. Sorry about that. Can I do it again though?” he cockily asked
  • You snatched up some confidence you didn’t know you had, and pecked his lips in response, making the both of you pink
  • “Um- I couldn’t reach your forehead,” you sheepishly explained, leaving Daniel the one in shock this time
  • “Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked,” you apologized to Daniel, confused at what he was silently thinking
  • “No. It’s fine.” he rasped back at you, his eyes changing to something more… intense, before nodding at himself and simply embracing you in a hug, patting your hair with one of his hands
  • “I’m glad you’re back,” he mumbled into the top of your head
  • “I was only gone for a couple days, Dan”
  • “Still cmon you missed me too,” he prodded, slightly nudging your leg with his knee
  • “Yes I am aware”
  • “I mean, not like I had to ask, you’re the one who’s liked me since the holiday party, jeez”
  • You stepped away from him in response
  • “Oh, you wanna go there? Really? You’re the one who confessed over the phone after calling me and proceeding to claim that I was the one who called and missed you”
  • “HEY”
  • “HEY YOURSELF”
  • Welp, there goes that moment NICE ONE GUYS
  • And the two of you were all weird again, bickering as usual…
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way :’))
  • The both of you officially dated from then on, making the King and Queen very happy about the development
  • And yes, they did tell you to begin preparing for grandchildren after you two got married, making you two very embarrassed LOL
  • You two actually didn’t talk about marriage, but it was looming over your heads
  • Jaehwan and Ong were relieved that Daniel had finally figured himself out, and they complained to him about all the times he annoyed them over it LOL
  • You two actually went out alone sometimes now, but for the most part your relationship was the same as before… except for the occasional attempts at romance and… intimacy aHEM
  • Daniel would do the cringiest things, like say dumb pickup lines and help you put on your shoes, calling you “princess” (which makes sense)
  • You would be mesmerized or disgusted by these efforts, and frequently made fun of him, but you both just liked each other so much so it didn’t matter much LOL
  • The King and Queen absolutely adored the two of you, and were incredibly satisfied that their master plan had resulted in fruits of success
  • They caught you exchanging your first “love you”s and blushes and the Queen literally screamed jfc
  • (why Daniel said “love you” instead of “thank you” when you passed him the juice at dinner one day was still unknown to this day)
  • And slowly, over the course of weeks, the both of you drifted together before sleeping, getting closer and closer until one day you both just began falling asleep in the other’s arms, both of you extremely content
  • And one night, as you two were drifting off together, Daniel’s voice softly called out to you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • “Hmmm?” you groggily responded, about to fall asleep
  • “I already call you my princess, why don’t we just make it official?”
  • Suddenly, you were wide awake – did… did he just propose to me?
  • Like you two were already set to have an arranged marriage in the next year according to the parents, but why were these words making you so happy?
  • “W-what?” was all you managed to get out, a smile already forming on your lips
  • “(Y/N), you know what I mean. Let’s get married?”
  • You couldn’t hold back your excited squeal as you pulled yourself into Daniel’s warm chest, quickly nodding in response
  • A year ago, you couldn’t imagine being proposed to, in the middle of the night, cuddling with the nation’s literal Prince Kang Daniel, but here you were… and now this life seemed not only normal, but necessary
  • “Okay, sounds good. Good night Princess (Y/L/N),” Daniel whispered, as if he didn’t just propose to you a minute earlier… 
  • And you loved him for that.
  • “Night, Daniel.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by fydaniel


A/N: Ahh I hope that ending was alright… guess I wanted to keep it a simple contrast to what happened right before that 😉 This part came out to be longer than the others, but I really wanted to finish it up this time. Hope you enjoyed!

I haven’t been updating as frequently as I am preparing for pre-college things, but I also don’t want to rush so that I can make sure to put out quality writings that I feel confident about. Hope that makes sense!

Thank you once again for all of the patience! I know many of you have been waiting for a while 💖

WHY I LOVE YOU

Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Can you make a story where taehyungs best friend loses a bet so they have to wear a vibrator all day during school that taehyung controlls and can turn on and control how fast or slow it goes when he wants thanks :))))))

Black Panties:

You stretched out your stiff joints as you rolled over in the cocoon of sheets that were on your bed. The big comforter sliding off one side as the sheets trapped your legs into the confines of the ends. You didn’t want to wake up, but the soft sounds of ‘Boys’ by Charlie XCX alerted you that your alarm was going off. Rubbing your hands over your face you sighed softly, cracking your eyes open and damn near falling out of the bed as you gasped and yelped with fright. Taehyung was sitting on the edge of your bed smirking down at you as he watched your frightened state clearly unaffected by the inhuman noises you were letting out of your mouth.

“Taehyung! What in God’s name!” You cried out detangling yourself from the covers to place them over your chest covering up your breast that were spilling out of your tank top. Taehyung gave a boyish grin that lit up his facial features and brown orbs that seemed to melt you in every time you looked at him.

“You did give me a key to come over whenever I wanted. Besides, it is time for me to tell you the punishment that’s in store for you.” Taehyung boasted proudly sticking his chest out and you groaned falling back against the soft sheets letting them flip up around you, your eyes slowly falling back closed.

“Five more minutes.” You grunted but Taehyung wasn’t having it. He crawled onto the bed and started to tickle you with his fingertips running up and down your sides causing your loud yelping noises to come back full fledge. Your body squirmed under him as your arms pushed out to attack him but he dodged every attack that you had in store for him. He straddled your waist laughing down at you, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he let his own deep chuckles wrap around the both of your ear drums causing you to shiver because his everything was intoxicating. “Mercy!” You called out and finally he pulled back smiling down at you both of your breathing ragged as he plopped back down on his ass and you squirmed to sit up, if your hair was disheveled before it looked like a tornado landed on top of your head now.

“Go get ready bed head.” Taehyung teased as he ruffled your hair combing through the locks but also gripping at your hair causing you to gasp and look at him.

“it’s too early.” You slapped at his shoulder and he pulled you onto his lap before you stood up and pulled down the booty shorts that you had on. Taehyung had no problem sliding his hand up to caress your ass cheeks as he watched you walk away into the bathroom.

You stood there and started to brush your teeth and wash your face doing the main things that would help you get rid of your sleepy state. You started to mess with your hair running your fingers through it and combing it out, fixing it to make it look presentable for the day. You didn’t feel like putting on makeup or anything that required extra work because you had also stayed up late the night before and now you were dreading every making such a decision. Once you walked back out to Taehyung your eyes finally look in what he had on. Black skinny jeans that had rips at the knee and a long sleeved blue sweater. His newly dyed blonde hair was getting him attention for sure and you always being around him saw how he ate that shit up.

“So, having a good morning blondie?” You teased him as you went to your closet to look for some clothes frowning because you didn’t know what to wear.

“I did. Also, I wouldn’t wear anything too tight if I were you.” Taehyung stated and you groaned softly to yourself, deciding on leggings and a T-shirt of your favorite anime. You walked out with the clothes in your hand and saw that Taehyung had just finished making up your bed. Your heart swelled as you watched the male, he took care of you and it was times like this where you questioned why you two kept the title of just best friends. You did everything together. Even each other. The thought made your cheeks tint pink but you waved it off as you sat the clothes down onto the edge of the bed standing in front of them watching him. Taehyung saw you and he came to sit by your clothes smiling up at you gripping onto his backpack.

“I told you not to make a bet with me. I know things and I have people that tell me things. And you can imagine how happy I was when I heard first hand that our biology quiz was canceled for today.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned inwardly. You had been on his ass all week about studying for the test on Friday because you didn’t want him to fail. Both you and Taehyung had the same major so he was always in your classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and you wanted to help him out. But he insisted that there would be no test today and for you to calm down. One too many insults back and forth between the two of you; and your mouth was opening a bet being placed on if there was a test today or not. The bet went for a range of things. If he won you had to try out these new panties that vibrated and if you won he had to wear a skirt to class all day and not complain about it.

“Shut up, just because you know things it doesn’t mean you are always right.” You said bitterly and Taehyung mocked you nodding his head as he pulled his backpack onto his lap unzipping it and taking out the new package for you. He undid it and slipped another package out and your eyes watched as he placed the vibrator into a little opening compartment where your pussy was going to be resting and your legs lightly buckled. Your pussy tingled as you thought about it, your heart rate slowly starting to pick up as sweat prickled at your temples on each side of your head. Taehyung held up the remote and smiled happily before handing over the black panties.

“It doesn’t matter if I am always right or not. I was right today so be a good girl and put on these panties or I will spank you.” Taehyung threated you and you slowly started to strip.

“You make that sound like a bad thing, but I don’t want to be late for class once again so I might as well take my loss.” You grumbled out your complaints as you started to peel of layers of clothes until you were in nothing. Slowly, you stepped into the panties and pulled them up your legs before your bra and then your clothes. It felt snug against your pussy and the part that you dreaded the most had come true. The bullet pressed against your clit the most. You sighed to yourself before you searched for your shoes keys and your backpack.

“I’m going to drive today.” Taehyung stated and you nodded your head knowing that he had a motive up his sleeve so you weren’t going to question him about it.

Once you were at school, you got out of the car and walked beside the male towards your first class. It was like any other day but you couldn’t help the nervous feeling you felt swirling into the pit of your stomach wondering when he would turn the panties on or use them against you. The thought alone had you wanting to run away from him and hide, he was ruthless when it came to things like this.

You were in the classroom before you knew it, your mind finally focusing onto the task at hand. You loved English class, it was the only class you were the best at and it helped that you occasionally dabbled in writing yourself though it wasn’t that good. The teacher came in wearing a dazzling smile on his lips that made your heart stop along with the rest of the student body in that classroom. Once he started to talk you forgot about everything including the stupid lost bet between you and Taehyung. Taehyung himself did not like the fact that you were drooling over your professor because the male also flirted with you.

“Raise your hand if you can tell me what kind of emotion Shakespeare must have been facing when he was writing this story.”

Your hand went up immediately and the teacher smiled, his eyes training on you as he turned to face you stating your name. As soon as your lips parted Taehyung had fished the remote out of his pocket and turned the vibrations up to the medium setting. A soft moan left your lips as your mouth stayed perched open from surprise. Some of the people in the classroom laughed finding it funny and others finding it ‘cute’. Some girls who had it out for you sneered their noses up at you finding what you did to be an insult. Taehyung himself felt very proud as he watched you stammer over your words and try to get your answer out.

“Thank you very much for that explanation. Anyone else?” The teacher asked avoiding you for the rest of the class period but honestly you could care less. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you pinpointed the vibrations pressing it down against the seat so that you could rock your hips against it gently to not alert anyone else of the vibrations that were present. In no time, your orgasm was swelling in your stomach, your mouth falling open again as you started to pant, the sweat starting to prickle at your forehead and neck, you were sure your juices were slipping past your bottoms and landing on the seat itself. You were shifting to get it to press harder against you but the moment you thought you’d cum, the vibrations were cut off. Your body jolted violently against the seat and you covered it up by reaching down into your backpack as if you suddenly remembered you had to get something out. Looking up at Taehyung you watched him tap the remote against his knee before he pushed it back into his pocket.

Orgasm denial was your biggest kink, so it only helped you become more wet because you knew the more worked up you got the more the orgasm would be when you were finally allowed to cum. Taehyung was thinking the same thing, he waited for twenty minutes to pass before he turned it back on the lowest setting this time, letting it soothe your puckered pink clit but not give you enough to make you cum like you wanted. As the class was winding down you gathered your stuff happy that Taehyung had once again turned off the vibrations and let you pack up as he did so as well. You were both walking down the hallways to go towards your next class when you felt the high vibrations of the panties press against your clit. Crying out you fell against Taehyung reaching out blindly for him as the sensitivity overtook your pussy. Your hips rutted against nothing and Taehyung wrapped his arm around your lower back pulling you towards him. You looked so beautiful with ragged breath and disheveled hair. Your body starting to coat in sweat as you trembled from the pleasure that he was giving you. Taehyung led you to class, slowly walking with you but the shifting of your weight only added in helping the bullet tear up your clit.

The moment you were in your next class you held onto the edges of the table, bending over to drop your backpack down you felt as if your very spot itself was being fucked. Your legs gave out and you fell against the floor as Taehyung turned off the vibrations. One of your fellow classmates came to check on you, wanting to see if you were okay and once you assured her that you were fine your high slowly came down. Your legs wobbled a bit but you were able to make your way into the seat your heart rate calming down a bit.

It drove you crazy the whole class. You sat in the front of this class where Taehyung sat in the back. The whole class period he drove you crazy giving you, an intense two minutes of the high settings watching as you gripped onto the desk so hard that your knuckles changed colors only for him to deny you and shut it off. And then repeat it for a longer period with the volume on low. You couldn’t even count on your hands how many times he had denied you in the past hour alone. Your eyes were so close to rolling back at one point that you had to shut them and wince, squeezing your legs together you heard the teacher speaking to you asking if everything was okay. It went that way for every class period. Of course, you had breaks throughout your classes where you went to lunch or the library to study and hang out with friends where Taehyung became bolder, doing things like gripping at one of your legs to push them apart letting the bullet tear up your clit as your nails dug into his arms. Your cheeks had become swollen from how much tears you had shed over the course of the first half of the day.

Your biology class was the worse. As soon as the teacher started to explain why she did what she did Taehyung made sure to turn the vibrations on for ten seconds on maximum only to shut them off and let you rest for five seconds. You were frustrated, beyond mad at all the teasing. You were fed up and you needed the pent-up energy to be released. Your hands gripped onto the table again in the middle of the classroom and you started to cry, your body shaking from the ruined state it was in. Your pussy felt so sensitive it was hurting to even close your legs. It was throbbing and you knew there was a puddle in your seat. Shifting your legs down against the spot, you let your leggings take up the wetness, hearing your teacher once again call for you, you eyed her with a pained expression.

“Do you need to go to the nurse dear? You don’t look so well.” She said with worry written on her face.

“I- don’t feel so good but I really can’t miss class.” You whined softly letting your tears fall down your face making it seem like you were just upset behind the thought of having to leave class. Your teacher gave you a gentle smile as she shook her head.

“I am sure that your syllabus will show you the work for next class assignment. You can always email me and I will assist you in any way possible.” Your teacher stated and you nodded your head slowly wiping your puffy eyes and stuffing your belongings into your backpack as the vibrations were shut off.

“Yes Mr. Kim?” The teacher asked Taehyung and he cleared his throat sitting up and trying his best to keep the shit eating grin from his face.

“May I take her to the nurse? She doesn’t look like she will be able to get there on her own if she’s in that much pain.” He pleaded waiting for you to stand up and brace against the table worried that you were going to fall if you didn’t. Your teacher typically didn’t want anyone to walk out of class but because you looked as if you needed a helping your hand. She gave him a nod when concern on her features as she watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder. Taehyung moved to scoop you up in his arms carrying you out of the classroom walking down the hallway as he smirked at you, he was being a bit too nice to you but as soon as he started, it ended. Taehyung sat you down and turned the vibrations back on medium as he watched you.

“Stand up and walk to the bathroom.” Taehyung demanded and you gazed up at him with an incredulous look on your features shaking your head left to right. “Stand up and walk or you won’t cum for a whole week at least not with me.”

You puffed your cheeks and nodded your head standing up you took slow steps to the bathroom that was around the corner and down the hall. It was torturous for you to walk all that way and Taehyung stayed behind you teasing you with shifting the remote settings from medium to low. You pushed open the door harshly and Taehyung followed you turning the vibrations up on high. He watched you run for a stall before your legs gave out and he chuckled. He was a bit sadistic when it came to you and it knew one day he would have to learn how to control it but today was not that day. He pushed the stall door open watching as your body pressed against the wall, your legs wobbled and you were crying looking at him need in your eyes, unruly lust there as well. The sight made Taehyung’s already hardened shaft feel as if his pants couldn’t get any tighter and the amount of blood that rushed there almost made his head sway as well. He gripped both of your backpacks hanging them on the little clip that was behind the stall. He locked the stall and he moved towards you in the tight space spreading your legs wider with his own. His hand reached down to feel the drenched soaking wet fabric. He looked in your eyes as he pressed the vibrations hard against your clit watching you yelp out in pain more than pleasure.

“My poor baby does it hurt?” He teased as he felt your hips react before he moved to shut off the vibrations once he knew you were close again. You nodded your head, your hands reaching to pull him closer, you knew what he wanted and needed.

“Please Taehyung.” You spoke your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me, I need you deep inside of my pussy. I know you miss it. I miss feeling you. I miss having your thick dick buried deep inside of me stretching me out as you fuck the shit out of me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum. I don’t think I can take anymore. My pussy hurts so bad but I still want you, I need you to make this better. Only you can. Please Taehyung, please Daegu.” You called him that nickname when you were needy or wanted to get under his skin because you knew he loved it and he could never say no. Pressing gentle kisses against his lips and soon all over his face. Taehyung growled against your ear as you started to suck and nibble on his lobe. His hands gripped at the sides of your hips yanking down the leggings from your body. Next the panties followed, he was so eager that when he picked you up by the back of your thighs, your bottoms rested against your ankles but he never took them off.

“Hold them up.” You nodded your head grabbing at your bottoms holding them with your hand, Taehyung started to unzip his pants and pull out his hardened shaft that was throbbing and warm in his hand. The tip angry and red, little beads of precum already on the tip from how worked up he had made himself all day. He moved to press his body against yours, resting your legs up against your chest. Your hands had to move up to grip onto your bottoms making sure that it was easy for the both of you to get this quickie on. Taehyung grind his hips against yours, his thick appendage dragging up and down your pussy lips grazing your sensitive clit and you whined more feeling something real against you this around. Taehyung coated his shaft with your juices and slipped his member down against your dripping opening. He slipped inside of you with ease your juices making the perfect lube from how wet you had been all day. Taehyung let his hands grip onto your thighs, his nails digging into the flesh as he started to deeply grind against you. He fucked you deep and hard, bottoming out instantly to help aid his thrusts. Your body moved up and down against the wall as Taehyung ate up your cries, the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy could be heard in the bathroom. Taehyung started to jackhammer inside of you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely get out any word moan or phrase. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto the bottoms above your head your toes curling in the shoes as he snapped his hips against yours. The bathroom door swinging open along with the animated chatter of voices let you both know that you weren’t alone. Taehyung moved to press his lips against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. He sucked eagerly on your tongue searching the roof of your mouth and around the insides of your cheeks. Your spit mixing as he ground his hips in deep circles against you angling himself to find your spot. Your muffled cries were almost heard by the girls that were chatting, peeing and fixing their makeup discussing dinner plans for after class. Taehyung had you in a state of ruin, he was good at picking your body apart and making you feel on cloud nine. Your back was arching against him as your pussy eagerly squeezed him deeper inside, being so used to being molded and fit perfectly for him.

As soon as the girl’s left he pulled back. Rotating and slamming his hips harder against yours, causing the walls of the stall itself to shake lightly and sound off from the force. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? That’s right wrap that pussy around my dick you little dirty slut. You fucking drenched out your panties, and leggings I should have stuffed them in your mouth and made you fucking clean them, now look at us. You’re lucky that was our last class for the day or I would have had to take you home and spank your pretty ass before fucking you into my mattress. Who’s my good girl?” he asked slapping your ass.

“I am.” You mumbled in the mist of your moans.

“Who?!” He shouted growling as he bit on your bottom lip pulling it with his teeth.

“ME!” You wailed out as your head shot back so hard it lightly hit against the stall.

“Good girl now fucking cum before you get us caught.” He demanded continuing to pound away at your G-spot. You didn’t know if anyone could hear you shouting out his name during incoherent shit but you had a feeling that the people passing by hinted at what was going on unless everyone was in class which you hoped they were. You gave into his command. Basking in the feeling of his dick penetrating you at just the right pace and spot, your stomach tightened up and the fire slowly consumed you until you were cumming with silent cries of pleasure that Taehyung swallowed as he kissed you again. Feeling your cum on his shaft, the male couldn’t help but immediately follow you. He had been waiting, his balls had been tightening to the point where it hurt but he had to wait to cum because he wanted you to cum first and now you were both meeting your end. Taehyung buried his face into your neck holding onto you as your hearts beat into one another. Slowly your highs faded and he was pulling out of you, even going so far as to dry your leggings with the automatic dryer in the bathrooms as you kept a look out at the door. Soon the both of you were walking back towards his car hand in hand as the both of you gloated in pleasure.

Unnecessarily Jealous

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants


Anon: Hi! I really like the way you write,I dont know if request are open, but can I ask for one in which Pietro is jealous and mad because saw the reader doing something with another avenger, and use his power to have sex with her? SMUTTTTT, Thanks if you read this! kisses :)

A/N: (In honor of Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s Birthday Hellooo and thank you so much that’s so sweet of you xox Requests aren’t really open but I can’t say no to nice people and I really really hope you like it! Feel free to message me what you thought! And omg you don’t have to thank me for reading this thank you for being such a nice person and existing! And also for future smut requests (if any) you guys can request visuals too.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Keep reading

Spirit in the House - chapt 10 END

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 2,167

Warnings: Language, Mention of Depression, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts 

A/N: I was so moved by your feedback and I’m so happy to give you this final chapter. Thank you for everything! Hope you’ll enjoy it and… remember that I love you ♥ 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

It had been almost four months since you had left the hospital. Your apartment was oddly silent and you were starting to feel like something was missing. There were days when you would catch yourself staring into space, smiling, as if you were living another life in your head. A life you didn’t have access to.

Your therapist told you to be patient, you had to let your brain recover and adjust. It was a topic that even Peggy and Tony avoided. You realised the past few months had been hard on them too, so you decided to pretend everything was fine.

But you were not fine. You were sad and lost.

Keep reading

Sugar Sweet | 4 | (M)

word count: 9k (god damn it’s more than the first chapter!!)

genre: smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

masterlist

Keep reading

the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

wc : 3.4k

author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 


   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 

4

Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you.

A/N: This was supposed to be an entry for @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen’s Disney challenge, it’s a Game of Thrones and Mulan crossover, however, I was not able to submit it in time because life got in the way, I still wanted to finish and post it though. A lot of this is not going to follow the plot of Game of Thrones, for example I know that Cersei doesn’t have a cousin named William, but I did what I thought would fit the story. Anyways, ENJOY!

Warnings: This is a Game of Thrones imagine so there is some violence!

Y/B/N = Your Boy Name (as in the name you choose to use to disguise yourself)

Another braid, another flower, you sigh as your handmaiden styles your hair, “Please stop moving Lady Y/N.”

“Why is this necessary Mary, I don’t wish to please Lord William or his family, I don’t even wish to get married, so why must I get ready for them,” You groan, you were the fourth child of House Y/L/N, and your elder sisters were both happily married, you however, were not like them. You did not wish to marry a nobleman and live a peaceful life of royalty, you had always wanted to be a warrior like your older brother.

“Your mother and father wish for you to marry Lord William. This will be perfect for you mi’lady, he is the cousin of the Queen, you will live a wonderful life.”

“Father and mother do not want me to marry him to give me a better life Mary,” Mary pins down your last strand of hair, then sits to face you with a confused expression on her face, “They want my younger brother Edward to marry William’s sister, and the only way the Lannisters will agree to that is if I marry William.”

“Mi’lady-”

You turn away from Mary, and look at your reflection in the mirror, “You know that that’s the truth Mary, I’d never pass a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. I’ve always been the strange one, I’ve always been the daughter they wish they never had, and now’s their chance to send me away. If I were to show who I really am, I wou-I would break my family’s heart.”  

“They love you very much mi’lady.”

“I’m not like my sisters Mary, I’m an imperfect girl, I can’t live a perfect life.”

“Y/N, mother is calling for you, the Lannisters are almost here!” Your sister called as she entered your chambers.

Mary urges you to get up, “We must go Lady Y/N, we do not want to upset your mother.”

Your family stood at the gates of your home, as the Lannisters approached. Your mother frantically looks around to find you, you rush down the stairs, praying to the Seven Gods to protect you from falling in your pathetic dress.

“There you are Y/N! Cover up those scratches on your arms!” You mother scolded, gesturing to the scrapes and scars on your arms from years of fighting, “And stand properly Y/N, you are a lady of the house Y/L/N for heaven’s sake!”

“Yes mother,” You sigh, pulling a shawl over your arms.

The Lannisters finally reach you, and one by one you greet each other. William approaches you and bows, he takes you hand and places a light kiss on it, “Greetings my lady. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Lord William,” You respond, William is incredibly handsome, and any normal girl would feel insanely giddy if he greeted her in such a way, but you felt nothing.


The next few days go by, and you’re forced to spend time with William. It’s not entirely bad, he’s a very kind man, but you couldn’t be yourself around him. Your brother, Edward, on the other hand was really falling for William’s sister, so everyone was counting on you to impress William.

You were currently practicing your sword skills in the woods by the riverbed, hoping that no one would find you. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and in force of habit, you quickly turn on your heel and point you sword out, “Easy there!”

“Lord William! I-I…” You drop your sword, feeling at a loss for words.

“Lady Y/N,” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, “I did not expect to see you like this, I-I didn’t realize how…vicious you were.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay for you play around like this sometimes.”

“Play around?” You asked, feeling slightly upset by his choice of words, “William, I’ve been training since I was a little girl! I’m not playing.”

He chuckles, “Training? What would you need to train for my lady?”

It’s now or never Y/N, just tell him, maybe he’ll understand, you know he likes you! You sigh, “I want to be a warrior William.”

“W-what?” He looks genuinely confused, “You can’t be serious Y/N?”

“I am.”


“LEAVE. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOME AND NEVER RETURN!” You have never seen your mother so angry. William refused to marry you upon learning how you feel, and the Lannisters decided it would be best to leave. Edward was heartbroken, and the rest of your family refused to even look at you.

“Fine mother, I’ll go,” you spat venomously, “and I swear to you, I will never come back.”

You rush up to your room, and grab your knife. You stare at your tear stained face and slice off a strand of your hair, then another, and another, until all of it is shoulder length. You strip out of your horrendous dress and begin wrapping a long strip of cloth around your chest, hoping to make yourself look as flat as possible. You slip into your brother’s clothing and emotionally blackmail Mary into helping you escape.


You spend the next few days marching north, you finally reach the Wall and within the following week you have taken your vows and become an official member of the Night’s Watch. Your struggle, however, has not ended. Every night you go to bed relieved that no one discovered your secret, and every morning you wake up with the fear that today might be the day they find out.  

You make your way out of the food hall, it was your first official day of training - up until now they were just trying to figure out what you were and were not good at - you were a good fighter, but apparently you weren’t good enough. You see the men gathered outside, you’re a few minutes late and from what you’ve heard, the trainer was not very lenient.

“And you must be Y/B/N, glad to see that you could join us,” He chided.

“I’m sorry,” You look down at your feet, he’s quite attractive…stop it Y/N!

“Since you clearly think you’re too good for this, take a sword and fight with me,” He throws the sword in your direction, and you catch it. The other men stare hungrily, waiting for the fight to begin.

He swings his sword at you and you duck away, you were good, but you’d never gotten into an actual fight like this. You hear a few men laugh, “Get him Snow!”

Snow? As in the Jon Snow, infamous bastard of Lord Eddard Stark? You heard rumors about him joining the watch, but you never thought you’d be fighting against him. He takes your moment of distraction, to punch you and throw you to the ground.

You sit up, coughing as you try to catch your breath, and you wipe a small trickle of blood off the side of your mouth.

“Pathetic,” Jon mutters, before deciding to continue with his usual lesson.

By the end of the day you were sore and completely out of breath, “Alright men, the last task of the day will be climbing. Everyone get your equipment and begin.”

You tilt your head up to see the top of the wall that you’ll be climbing, that thing must be nearly 100 metres high…bloody hell! You take your ice axe and strike the wall, it barely goes in, that would never hold. By the time you finally lodge your axe into the wall, most of the others are already at least 20 feet up. Determined to catch up to the others, you climb up and lodge your axe a bit higher. You’re about 10 feet off the ground when the axe comes loose. Before you know what’s happening, you go tumbling to the ground, you let out a feminine scream and groan when you hit the hard ground. As your vision refocuses, you see Jon standing above you, he gives his hand and the look on his face shows exactly how disappointed he is, “Get up.”

“I-I’m sorry! It slipped and…”

“Enough. You have no hope to become a Ranger, just leave Y/B/N.”

“But-” Before you can finish, Jon has already turned around and is dismissing the others.      

No! No Y/N, you did not come all the way to Castle Black for this, you did not leave your family and future to become a steward! As everyone walks away, you march back towards the wall, take your equipment, and attempt to climb once again.

Night falls, and you are nearly at the top. A couple more feet Y/N, come on! Your body screams from exhaustion, but you continue. Finally, you reach the top. You sit on the edge of the wall and nearly cry from happiness.

The men who work the night shift circle the ground below you, and Jon walks over to speak to one of them.

“Snow!” You shout, “Am I still too pathetic to become a ranger?”

He stares up at you in shock for a moment before his face breaks into a charming smile, causing you to smile cheerfully as well.


“Men!” Jon calls everyone to attention, “A group of Wildlings have crossed over to our lands and are acting as a threat to our people. I will be leading a troop of Rangers to fight.”

You have only been training for a few weeks, and though you have become one of Jon’s favourites, you do not expect to be taken along on this trip, so when your name is called you’re taken aback but overjoyed at the same time.

The fight is in full force when you notice a Wildling sneaking up behind Jon with an axe in his hand. You rush forward and block the blow with your shield a second before it has a chance to hit him. Jon quickly turns towards you and shoots you a grateful look before continuing his fight.

Eventually, the fight ends. Most of the Wildlings are dead, and a few have fled. Jon walks over to you, “Y/B/N, what were you thinking jumping in front of that axe? You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my complete trust.”

You smile at him, but your moment of happiness is short-lived, “Y/B/N! Watch out!”

You spin around to see what’s happening, and you’re met with a dagger to your stomach. You cry out in pain, and fall to the ground. With a swift movement of his sword, Jon beheads the man that stabbed you, and he’s instantly by your side, “He’s wounded! Get help! Y/B/N, hold on.”


You are woken up by a dull pain to the side of your stomach, you look around and find yourself in some sort of tent. You see the shadow of two people talking outside, and suddenly Jon walks in. You get up, and your blanket slides off your shoulders, Jon’s eyes go wide, you look down only to realize that you are in nothing but bandages that are tightly wrapped around your chest and torso, showing off every curve of your body.

“Jon, please! I can explain!” He looks away in disgust.

Peter, a man who’s hated you from the moment you joined the Watch, bursts into the tent, “So it’s true!”

He pushes past Jon and takes your arm, roughly dragging you out of the tent, he throws you to the ground as the rest of the men surround you, “I knew there something wrong with you! A woman!”

“My name is Y/N!”

He scoffs, “A woman in the Night’s Watch! This is treason! You’ll surely take care of this, will you not Snow?”

Jon looks down at you in disappointment, he sighs and takes his sword out. You look away, at least you get to die as yourself Y/N. He draws his sword back and drops it by your knees. You look up at him in confusion, “A life for a life. Now my debt has been paid.”

He turns away from you, “Jon…”

“Move out men!” He calls before mounting his horse.

You watch as the men recede in the distance.

“What did you expect?” You ask yourself out loud, “They’d see that you could fight, and take you in with open arms? Jon was right… I’m pathetic.”


You make your way back to the wall as it was your only way back home, when you hear two men approaching, “If they only knew, that was just the smoke before the real fire starts up. Those bloody fools will never know what hit them. We distracted the Night’s Watch long enough to get our people into the surrounding villages, their land will be ours in no time!”

You stand in shock, this was a part of their plan! I have to warn the Watch! When you finally approach Castle Black, you are met with disapproving stares and whispers. You walk up to a close friend of yours but even he turns away, “Matthew please, I must speak with the commander, it’s urgent!”

“It’s best if you turn back, you are no longer welcome here,” He says, the betrayal he’s feeling is evident on his face.

“Please, just…just listen to me. Once. Matthew, I’ve been living here for weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends, have I ever done anything to hurt you?” He stares at you in silence, “Just hear me out.”

“Fine, but this will be the last time.”

“The Wildlings have planned to raid our villages, the fight that took place earlier was only a distraction. I’m going to help, if you believe, then please, send help,” With that, you mount your horse and head off towards the nearest village.

As you approach the village, you see a man holding an axe to a young boy’s throat. You slyly approach him, and point your sword towards his back, “Drop your weapon or my sword will go right through you.”

He laughs, “You don’t want to fight me girl, stand down.”

“I said, let the boy go,” You hiss venomously.

“And I said no,” With one swift motion, you push your sword through the man’s back, he cries out and falls to his knees, “You filthy bitch!”

Ignoring his final words, you crouch down next to the fearful boy, “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.”

“And we’re not going to let anyone hurt you either Y/N,” You turn your head to see Jon approaching on his horse, followed by Matthew and other men of the Watch.

“Jon, you came!” You smile.

He walks up to you and places his hand on your shoulder, “I was wrong to judge you Y/N. You are very brave for a woman.”

“Thank you,” You blush.


After you final fight in the village a year ago, you were sent back to your family. After hearing of your bravery, your eldest brother had decided to take you in, you trained and fought alongside him, and no one pressured you to marry anymore.

You woke up one morning and heard a familiar voice as you passed by the balcony. You looked down and so none other than Jon Snow talking to your brother. Blush crept up your neck as you ran down the staircase to greet him.

“Jon!” Jon and your brother turned to you with smiles, “What are you doing here.”

“As you probably heard, my father and brother, have been killed, I left the Watch and reclaimed Winterfell.”

“My brother has told me about how you bravely defeated Ramsay Bolton and his army, I meant, what are you doing here?” You ask, gesturing around yourself.

“I think it would be best if I told you Y/N,” Your brother answers, “Lord Snow has come here to ask for your hand in marriage.”

You blush harder and look down, Jon adds, “But your brother was telling me that you were not interested in marrying anyone.”

“I never said that!” You say defensively, “I just wanted to wait for the right man.”

Your brother chuckles, “So, are you saying that you would like to marry Lord Snow?”

“I-um-yes,” Despite the cool air around you, your face burns furiously. Your brother mutters something about how your mother would never believe the news, and rushes off, leaving you alone with Jon.

“It’s really nice to finally see you again Lady Y/N.”

“You as well Lord Snow.”

End.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Must Be Love On The Brain

Summary: Based on 12x11 where Dean gets hexed with a memory spell. The reader is his wife who leaves everything she’s doing in the bunker help Sam get her husband back. 

Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Words: 2.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: Humor. Feelings. Fluff. Bit of Angst. Spoilers. 

A/N: This piece is kind of a episode, re-write honestly. Also this is my entry for @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge! My prompt is:  Black Label Scotch - “Wow, well don’t you look hot as hell.” Also, another Valentine’s themed fic <3 Yep, I’m on a roll. | gifs are not mine | 

Feedback is always appreciated it <3

“Call me if you need anything. Dean broke his phone.”

The hunch of worry Sam’s text message gave you drifted away quickly. Dean damaging his phone wasn’t something new. The man changed cell phone continually, and usually after hunts. Dean always ended up dropping over his device. It wouldn’t surprise you if he started to carry spares again.

For this hunt you decided to stay back and for once act like a full housewife. The laundry, cleaning or grocery shopping wasn’t going to do itself. You also have been planning yours and Dean’s Valentine’s evening. Tonight was going to be eventful.  You were a big fan of multitasking. Everything was running perfectly, you had laundry and cleaning checked off your ‘To Do List’ when Sam called saying Dean had amnesia.

In less than twenty minutes you were packed up and already on your way to them.

Knock knock knock.

You could heard steps reaching the door and Sam babbling some words. A part of you already knew it was your husband walking towards the door. In that moment the door got wide open, Dean standing in front of you. But the man standing in front of you didn’t looked back at you like your husband Dean would’ve have. This man glanced at your body up and down, his eyes not recognizing you but liking what they see.  

“Wow!” Dean exclaimed, his grin flirtatious. “Well don’t you look hot as hell.”

That was something your husband would tell you but not with those eyes. Dean looked at you like he saw a hot stranger. In other circumstances you would gave him a chuckle and blow him a kiss. Tonight your heart felt like it was being slowly crushed.  

Your frowned, “Dean?”

He nodded once with wide eyebrows, “Do I know you?”’

Keep reading

there’s this girl

Title: there’s this girl
Fandom: miraculous ladybug
Rating: K+
Characters: Ladybug (Marinette), Queen Bee (Chloe)
Summary: Queen Bee has a secret. It’s not what Ladybug thinks.

“So there’s this girl.”

Ladybug cocked her head and stared at her friend with wide eyes, mouth falling open to say something, but the look on Queen Bee’s face stopped her in her tracks. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, gaze heavy on her hands clasped tightly in her lips, she looked hesitant and unsure, lacking the confidence and charisma that usually oozed from every pore. Ladybug didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t every day that Queen Bee chose to open up to her or any of the other heroes of Paris; she held her secrets and identity tighter than any of them did.

“For my father,” she’d say when asked why and rarely said more. Ladybug wasn’t arguing—she did the same thing—but it was different to have someone so similar working beside her. While she enjoyed Volpina’s presence, and Chat Noir was her partner, Queen Bee was something entirely new and unexpected, but not unwanted. Ladybug had spent so long explaining why secret identities were important, and while everyone had accepted that long ago, Queen Bee was the only person who seemed to understood why.

“So there’s this girl,” Queen Bee had said, completely out-of-the-blue and sending Ladybug’s thoughts into a whirlwind, unprompted on an early Saturday after an akuma battle under the silver sunrise of the Paris morning. “And I don’t know what to do.”

Keep reading

Diss track // Simon Minter Imagine

Summary: JJ made a diss track where he said something he shouldn’t have.

A/n: I LOVE THIS! Oh my I can’t tell you how much fun @blueminter and I had writing this! For the 11614846651 time, thank you so much for doing this Mel, I love you. For those of you who don’t know this, Mel basically wrote all those amazing bars! Everyone go tell the Sidemen they need to hire her for their diss tracks! Anyway I hope you like it!

Go follow @blueminter (but you probably already do!)

Request

Masterlist

“Hey babe”, my boyfriend Simon called me. “Have you seen JJ’s diss track yet?” he asked. With JJ leaving the Sidemen, Ethan and Harry had released a diss track. And to be honest, they were fire. Jide coming back at them was thus no surprise. “No, no I haven’t yet. I was actually just about to though, why?”, I questioned. “Well we’re all going to watch it together and react to it and I thought I’d be nice for you to be here too?” “Oh yeah, nice. I’ll be there in five”, I beamed.

The Sidemen house was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk there. When I got to the door, my boyfriend was already waiting for me. He kissed my lips softly as a hello. We went to the kitchen where all the other guys were already waiting. I quickly hugged them all and we sat down to film.

“Hey guys! As you all may know, JJ just released his diss track. So we’re going to watch it and react to it”. The track had a good beat to it, but the lyrics weren’t that great. JJ started off with Ethan, as expected.

Yow Ethan do you still the stairs cause you better roll down every pair, WOT?!

Ethan paused the video. “And there we go with the fat jokes!”, he laughed. Josh added; “Fat joke here, fat joke there”. “You’ve got the best fat joke of the year!”, I cheered, earning a laugh from the guys. “Don’t be surprised Ethan,” Simon stated, “She’s had your track on on repeat”. “Hey! Don’t judge me. It’s absolute fire”, I laughed. Ethan gave me a fist bump and Simon continued the video.

Now for Simon. Clearly opposites attract cause you’re too skinny and your girl’s too… Ha you know it.

At that moment, my heart dropped. I never considered myself fat, but I always felt self-conscious about it. So hearing it from someone else was quite a shock. Especially in front of all the guys. No one seemed to notice my discomfort, since they just kept watching and commentating.

I had no idea what was being said or done, because I was so caught up in my thoughts. Was JJ right? Am I too fat? Does Simon think I’m too fat? Maybe he’s only with me because he pities me? Oh god, I was starting to feel sick.

Luckily the video didn’t take much longer. Josh and Harry were still discussing how often JJ implied that Ethan was fat, when Simon asked me what I thought about it. “Uhm, yeah I think it wasn’t that bad”, I lied. Apparently, I wasn’t that great at lying, since he shot me a worried look. I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just ignored it.

Simon quickly did his outro, with Ethan warning JJ for his second verse. When all the cameras were turned off, Tobi asked if they could get a take-away pizza for dinner, to which all the guys cheered. I politely declined, knowing that I probably shouldn’t eat pizza if I was planning on losing weight. My boyfriend again looked worriedly at me.

“Hey”, I nudged Simons side, “Could I maybe take a shower?”. “Yeah of course! You want me to join”, Simon smirked. “No no not with the guys here. I’ll be fine on my own”. “Your loss”, he said and kissed me.

I ran up the stairs to Simons bathroom. I stayed here so often that I had all my own stuff in there. When I was about to hop in the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, mentally pointing out everything I hated. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I quickly washed myself to try and forget about everything for a second. But when I went to Simons room after I was all cleaned up, I started thinking again. What if Simon doesn’t love me anymore? Does he really think I’m too fat?

I didn’t hear him come in, so I screamed a little when he hugged from behind. “Hello beautiful”, Simon laughed. “Hi”, I mumbeled. He started kissing me. First my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His touches were full of love, but I didn’t feelt it. All because of JJ. I kept hearing his words, over and over again.

Eventually Simon noticed something was really off. “Hey Y/N/N, what’s going on?”, he whispered. I just shook my head. “Y/N please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t shut me out. I know something’s wrong. Just talk to me, love”. I sighed. “Do you think I’m fat?”, I said no louder than a whisper. Simons eyes immediately grew. “What? Where is this coming from?”.

“Never mind. Just forget about it”, I said quickly, regretting my decision to speak up about my thoughts. “No Y/N, I can’t just forget about that! Is it because of JJ? Because of what he said in his diss track?”, he asked.

The fact that I didn’t respond and couldn’t even look at him, was answer enough for him. “Y/N listen to me. JJ only said that to get a reaction out of me, okay? You are not fat. Far from even. You are the most beautiful, happy, bright, funny, smart, talented person I know. And I love you more than anything in the world, okay? So don’t you ever dare to think that you’re not perfect, because you are”.

“I’m sorry”, I sniffed, looking at the ground. Simon placed his hand on my chin and tilted my head so I was looking in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. JJ on the other hand… You know what? I’ve got an idea”, Simon smirked. He quickly explained his plan to me. “Simon you don’t have to do that. It’s fine”, I said once he had finished. “Oh no Y/N/N, I do need to do that. And you’re going to help me. He does not know what’s coming for him”, he laughed.

Two days later everything was ready to get the plan going. All the remaining Sidemen were there, in a car park getting ready to start recording. “Okay guys, is everyone ready? Then let’s go!”, Simon said, making everyone cheer. “3,2,1 ACTION”.

“Yow Jide. You thought we’d let you do this? You thought wrong mate and now you’re on your own. You said you had a storm coming? Well get ready cause we’re bringing you A FUCKING HURRICANE!”

Simon: Hey Jide I thought we were mates but guess what now we ain’t. If opposites attract then you and me would be good and that’s a fact. You call my girlfriend fat but have you ever looked at yourself? Man. She is my queen. You? You’re still thirteen, always dressed up for halloween…You act like a teen, you’ll light up like gasoline when you hear this fire coming at you through the fucking screen.

Ethan: Maybe I’m fat but at least I’ve got some brain cells, yours are rotten, so maybe that’s why you smell. You had a tongue twister in your rap but fam, how long did it take you to record that, man? Forget squirrel or rolls Royce, all that comes out your mouth is ‘more vag!’ You incompetent fuck, just learn how to read, and then maybe you’ll be able to drive at the right speed

Josh: So you left the Sidemen, the stacks you made are crumblin. Yeah you’ll be tremblin, struggelin, tumbelin, stumbelin without us right by your side. I’ve taken over your room whilst you’re in LA causing a baby boom, but just remember I will be daddy forever, there’s no way you can take that from me too.

Harry: It’s like you decided overnight, but leaving the Sidemen is just not alright. Thought you had a chance with my sister? Well now you’re never gonna be her mr. You’re too old anyway that soon, like your channel, your hair will fade to grey.

Tobi: See I’m the original team skrrr but not when it comes to you. I can’t tell if it’s humor but hell I don’t like your tattoos. You’re acting a little bit new yet you still send emails with yahoo. Now you’ve got a new girl but tell me, am I having deja vu? You were talking about Seana like last week, that shits antique, but I bet this new girl is just as 'unique’

Vik: You say I’m good with blocks but guess what? Now I’m blocking you. My head is square but mate, have you looked at WillNE too? No of course you haven’t, you only look at the girls you’re banging, call me savage, but I think you need to use family planning.

Y/N: So JJ, it was nice knowing you, and it was nice seeing you so relevant here on YouTube. Call me fat all you want but man look at you, could use a little bit of Facetune, photoshop just won’t do, you’re doing this just for the views so let’s stay cool. Don’t get yourself into this, I don’t really know what your purpose is, but I guess you need your stacks n that, but next time, don’t just say that I’m fat.

farahsulastree  asked:

hello there! im sorry if this is not the way to request something but can i have a story that y/n pass out or fainted because she works too much (it could be angst or fluff or angst and fluff) so yeah. AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS. THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD 💕💕

Warning: this shit is hella long, the longest I’ve written yet so proceed at your own risk babies.

Farah, thanks hun, sorry I’m late!  since you haven’t mentioned a member I’m choosing Jeon Jungkook at my own discretion.  Y’all can let me know if you want one for another member! Also, I tried going for something other than the classic ‘reader faints, boyfriend worries’. Hope y’all like it.

***Please remember I don’t know jackshit about the functioning of corporate world, I’m training to be psychological counsellor-miles away from the field of techs, mnc’s and conglomerates so if y’all find something out of place please bear with me. XD

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


enJOYYYY


Working overtime was definitely not your thing, however, the environment at your workplace was comically peculiar for you to not give all your attention, strength and intellect during and beyond office hours.

You were the youngest of the 3 advisors to the recently appointed CEO of the tech giant KRONOS, Jeon Jungkook, who also happened to be the youngest CEO to have been appointed in the history of the company, at the age of 25. He had signed in only a week ago but had managed to change the entire working dynamics of the place. Despite being younger than most of the employees working in the company (including yourself, if only by few months), he was confident and for the lack of a better word, scary. He wanted all the work exactly on time, not an hour late. Tardiness was to be dealt with strictly. Work ethics were to be followed, on paper and in principle.

You supposed that a CEO, especially someone of his age, may have to build a tough exterior to gain the employees’ respect so you were never too judgmental of his conduct. You found it quite appealing, in fact. You could even say that you had a little crush on him.

Yes, you found it appealing- that is, until you became a direct target of his bullying.



Being one of the three advisors to the CEO, you also held a position of power- and with power came immense responsibility. All the completed files had to be sorted out, reviewed, edited and classified before reaching the CEO and that was your and your partners’ work. Your partners- Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok- were far more experienced in this field of work. Two years ago, when you had joined the company as Jungkook’s father -Mr Jeon’s- personal assistant, the two had already been working as his advisors. You, on the other hand, had a very specific set of skills but also knowledge regarding business in general. Mr. Jeon decided that you would become a part of the little group of advisors when you offered him an idea for one of his business deals- and it worked. Within six months of working as his P.A., you were transferred to the advisors’ committee and since then you had been working with the two. 

The work had been mutually divided amongst the three of you, with you working on editing and classifying the files and documents. That however was not your only job as the Advisors committee. The HR department of the company also reported to you, therefore for any misconduct of behaviour in the office, the final word of consequences came from the three of you.
No one in the office would argue that the three advisors were perfect at their job, true role models. 

So when an angry CEO summoned the three of you, it all but left you confused.

You entered your boss’ luxurious office to the sight of your friend and junior, Park Sarah, standing in front of Jungkook’s desk with one hand on her baby bump and the other clenching and unclenching at her sides, out of nervousness. Jungkook sat on his seat behind the desk, legs crosses and hands joined, staring at Sarah like a hawk.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked him as you reached his desk and bowed politely, Hoseok and Namjoon mirroring your actions.

“Yes, please. The three of you are supposed to be my advisors, are you not?” He held his hand up to silence Hoseok just as he was about to answer. “Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. As I was saying,” He cleared his throat slightly as he got up from his chair and brought both his hands on the table suddenly, with force, “why was the Kim’s file sent to me incomplete, when I have not one, but three advisors who are supposed to review the files before sending them to me?” He finished as you looked at your partners; mouth slightly agape at the shocking information. They looked just as confused.

“I am positive that this is a misunderstanding, sir. It is not possible for even one file to be passed on to you until we review it.” You stated in a matter-of-fact tone, unintentionally further aggravating the CEO. He exhaled loudly, closing his eyes as if controlling himself from lashing out at you.

“Ms. ____, don’t your co-advisors stand here with more experience in the field? I’d rather have them explain the situation to me than a novice.”

“I believe it’s because of your unfamiliarity with the working pattern of the Advisors Committee but we work as a unit. There is no reason for us to answer individually when we manage the work together.”  Pin-drop silence followed as everyone looked around nervously, except you and your boss, who were engaged in battle of stares with neither of you backing down.

“Oh, please! It was my fault, sir!” Sarah suddenly cried out. “It was an important file and I took it upon myself to finish it but it proved to be too much for m-”

“So you came here to boast about your incompetency? I can’t believe this.” Jungkook scoffed at her with an incredulous expression.

Sarah looked down at her feet, almost on the verge of tears while the three of you couldn’t help but feel bad for the lady. She clearly had good intentions.

“Okay, I’d like you to hand in your resignation by the end of today, Mrs. Park.” Jungkook deadpanned as he moved around his table to sit back on his throne and cross his legs. Your head shot up, looking at your CEO with wide eyes. Surely, he wouldn’t fire her for this?

“S-Sir?” Sarah stammered as her hands fell from her big stomach to her sides. “Y-You are firing me?” She looked at him with widened eyes, now flooding with tears.

“Of course not. You, a responsible employee of my company, realizing the gravity of your actions in not completing a very important file and thus, rendering loss to the company, handed me your resignation out of guilt.” Jungkook said in a monotonous voice, not even sparing the pregnant lady a glance. Sarah was full out bawling now and you couldn’t blame her at all. You were standing there with your mouth agape, not believing what was happening in front of your eyes.

“That’s it. You all can resume work now and Mrs. Park can proceed to clear out her desk and write the letter.”


“That’s enough.” Your voice cut through the thick air like a knife.


Jungkook looked up at you, frowning. “Excuse me?”


“I said that’s enough. You can’t fire her.” You regained your composure as you straightened your back. You knew you would have to deal with tact and not the anger that was ready pour out of you in the nastiest form of words known to mankind.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, Ms. ___. I’d suggest you get out of here before a similar fate befalls you.” Jungkook growled at you, allowing you to get a glimpse of his wrath, but you were not one to back down. Especially, if what you were fighting for was someone’s job.

You stepped forward with grace, feeling Namjoon and Hoseok on either side of you indicating that they were going to stand by you no matter what. You put both your hands on his desk and bent down.

“I’m afraid you don’t know, Mr. Jeon Jungkook but you do not have the authority to fire any employee without our consent and I am positive that I speak for all three of us when I say this,” You straightened up again and gave him the sweetest smile you could manage,

 “There is no way in hell that we will approve this.”


Jungkook was ready to cut you to pieces then and there.

This b*tch thinks she can overpower me? Fuck! She is treating me like this because I’m younger than her. She is underestimating me. He innately smirked as the perfect idea formed his head. She deserves this.

“Alright then. I’m aware that you hold some amount of power in those terms but surely, you’re aware that if I forward my qualms to the board of directors, Mrs. Park here WILL be fired and not even given the opportunity to resign with honour.” Jungkook eagerly waited for your response as he watched you narrowing your eyes ever so slightly- definitely a sign that you were affected by his words.

“Yes. However, if it does reach that stage you can expect my resignation as well.”

Now, Jungkook was really surprised. There was not an ounce of arrogance in your words, hidden or otherwise. You genuinely cared whether this employee stayed or not. He wondered why you were so adamant on protecting the lady. She was clearly in the wrong.

“Well, then I have a proposition to avoid the chaos. The client I’m dealing with, whose file Mrs. Park here effectively ruined,” He paused as he shot her a glare, “as you know, they are the ones majorly benefiting from the deal but from the perspective of a long term investment, this was a great investment for us as well. They are supposed to come here tomorrow morning. So if you can complete the file before I’m in the office tomorrow, without any mistakes might I add…I will not take any action against her.”

Jungkook sat back in his chair, openly smirking at you and your companions’ shocked expressions. He knew you could never complete that file by tomorrow even with three people and he was also aware that Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s company tour for official purposes was scheduled tomorrow and they would only return in the later in the evening. There is no way that they could stay the night here, helping you out. It was five in the evening already and you had a deadline of 10 the next morning. Jungkook sipped on his green tea as thoughts of victory ran through his head. You would not be able to complete it. Now you would have to swallow your pride and apologise to him for your misbehaviour. He had won.

“Okay. Thank you for considering Sarah’s position, sir. You will have the file before your arrival in the office tomorrow morning.”


Jungkook almost choked on his tea as he refocused on your elegant frame, bent at 90 degree exactly as a gesture of sincere gratitude. He looked around and noticed that he was not the only one shocked at your acceptance of his proposal. Sarah was looking at you with hopeful shock while Namjoon and Hoseok looked at you with pure horror painted on their faces. 


Is she fucking mental?

He realized that you weren’t going to move an inch until he addressed you so he cleared his throat, “O-Okay, you may leave.” He cursed inwardly as he stuttered.

You straightened up and without a glance in his direction you turned around walked out his office.


“____! What the fuck has gotten into you?!” Namjoon screamed as you entered your huge lounge like office, made to accomodate three people.

“I can’t believe you just went head on with that stuck up brat.” Hoseok marvelled at you.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon warned his friend as you chuckled, shutting the blinds on the glass pane.

“___, there is no way you can complete that file alone. Why did you do that?” Namjoon asked you, his voice strained with stress. Hoseok nodded in agreement with Namjoon.

“I can’t let him fire an employee like that. She has been working here longer than I have, for Christ’s sake! She did not have malice in her intentions and tried her best to do a good job. It would be unfair and I can’t let that happen on my count.” You shrugged.

Truth be said, you were dreading the night. You knew, without a doubt, that you would complete the file but the amount of hardwork, concentration and energy it would require would be immense. “There’s nothing to do, boys. I know you’re worried for me but please, don’t be. I’m a big girl and I can handle this.”
The boys could do nothing but nod their heads.

“We still have an hour before we head back to pack, let’s start now. We’ll help you out as much as we can.” Hoseok said as he pulled up his sleeves and lead your little group to the working corner of your office. You sighed as you pulled up your own sleeves and opened the file.

Let’s do this.



Jungkook could not deny his rapid heartbeat as he entered his office building the next day, at ten in the morning. He had admittedly delayed his departure from his house, he did not know why. As he entered his private elevator, the realization that you would not have been able to complete the file affirmed itself in his mind making him more uncomfortable than ever.
The elevator doors opened as he regained his composure and stepped out, ever so slightly glancing at your quarters. The lights were off. You must have gone back home. Feeling disappointed for unknown reasons, he entered his own quarters and he took his place on the chair. Within a second, his landline starting ringing.

“Yes?”

“Sir, your clients are here as scheduled, shall I send them up?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes…please do that.”


Jungkook could only practice his rejection for 5 minutes before he heard an obnoxious knock on his door. He muttered a ‘come in’ and watched as a semi bald man in his 40s and his young secretary entered his office as if they owned the damn place.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. How are you on this wonderful day?” Jungkook greeted the older man as he shook his hand rather forcefully, but with a dashing smile on his handsome face, nonetheless.

“As wonderful as the day, Mr. Jungkook.” He laughed at his own joke making Jungkook inwardly cringe. “Please, sit down.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he turned around and made his way to his seat. How typical of the goon to act like the boss in someone else’s territory.

“Allow me to get directly to the point.” Kim smiled arrogantly, “I understand we’re closing the deal today. I’m sure you have read and reviewed the documents I sent to you. Why don’t we discuss the nature of our future ventures together?”

Jungkook almost snorted at the man’s over-confidence. Nonetheless, he did feel uncomfortable in telling him the embarrassing reason behind the cancellation of the deal. He would simply have to tell him the deal did not fall in sync with the prospects for his company and that it was too risky an investment. 

He sighed. “I’m afraid I have some bad news, Mr. Kim.” He watched as Kim’s complexion turned pale as he considered what the bad news might be. It was like reverse metamorphosis; his wretched wings, which had arrogantly spread around him, were now shrinking.  Jungkook would laugh if he didn’t feel bad about the strategic loss his company would have to endure.

Jungkook opened his mouth to deliver the bad news but was interrupted by the loud ringing of his desk phone. He apologized to Kim and picked up the receiver. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir but ___ ma’am asked me to inform you that the KIMs file has been completed and kept in the first drawer of your desk. She will be in your office within 5 minutes. Thank you.” His receptionist hung up.

Jungkook calmly kept the receiver down, giving Kim his best smile. Internally though, he was losing his mind. He apologized to Kim once again as he moved his seat away from his desk to open the drawer. There it was. And what was that on the file? A post-it note?

He took the note out, reading the content.

“The file has been completed and reviewed. Keep in mind that clause no. 48, 57, 93 and 101 are hollow clauses, only been put in the deal to benefit the client and may possibly render monetary and reputational loss to our company. Negotiate to cancel these out and then proceed to sign the deal. Good luck, sir.”

If Jungkook had felt uncomfortable previously, now he felt absolutely terrible.




You were dizzy. The moment you hit the road that led to your building, you knew that you were going to fall sick. Even when you were young, not sleeping had always proved to be extremely problematic for you, especially. You were not a person who dealt with lack of sleep kindly. However, today was slightly different. Maybe it was because you had worked AND not slept, but you felt more disoriented than usual. It’s like you were having an out of body experience. You scolded yourself as you parked your sedan in the allotted space of the company building. That deal was important. After that deal, you would allow yourself to rest anywhere you wanted but before that…you would have to endure.

You got out of your car and suddenly a strong wave of dizziness had you clutching your car for support. You closed your eyes, trying to steady out your breathing. You couldn’t afford to miss out on the signing of the deal. You inhaled deeply one last time and stepped out of your car and made your way to the elevator. 

Reaching Jungkook’s office, you lightly knocked before entering and immediately noticed the tense atmosphere between your boss and the client, who were engaged in a battle of words, not even sparing you a glance.

You interrupted by clearing your throat and bowed politely towards the clients and your boss. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting. I believe I’m late, allow me to apologize for that.”

The three men in the room turned their heads to look at you. Kim raised an eyebrow, as he looked you up and down, making you cringe inwardly “And who might you be, miss?”

“I am-“

“She is my advisor.” Jungkook interrupted you before you could complete your sentence. “Please, Ms ___, take a seat, we were just discussing the clauses in the contract proposed by Mr. Kim. I’m sure you would want to give your opinion on the matter.”

Slightly shocked, you forgot the building pressure at the back of your head and made your way towards your seat, but not before noticing the silent look Jungkook passed to you. He clearly wanted you to help him negotiate. You understood immediately and straightened up.

“Well then,” Kim said as he observed the unsaid but obvious alliances in the room, 

“Shall we begin?”




Jungkook was in awe as Mr. Kim departed the office with a grumpy face after 3 hours of a tense and heated session, but not before passing you a dirty look. It was quite understandable why; after all, you had single-handedly and successfully negotiated with Kim, literally taking out all the potential risks to the company, much to Kim’s disappointment.

He observed your side profile as you stood beside him and felt his heart skip a beat. He could not lie to himself; you had occupied his mind since that little fiasco in his office the other day. He thought about how petty and immature his reaction was when all you clearly wanted was good for the company. He had over-reacted and he did feel bad about what he had done but apologizing to you? That was another deal altogether. He had trouble saying sorry, he knew that. He would prefer to naturally normalise things over the period of next few months.

He tore his eyes off you and made his way to his desk. He could not apologize to you but he could definitely reward you and give you the rest of the day off. You would, no doubt be exhausted. How you were even standing straight was beyond him.

He turned around leaning with his back on the front of his desk but before he could say something to you, you turned around, bowed your head and took your leave. Jungkook felt a pang in his chest as he felt the hostility that radiated from you as you shut the door to his office, not glancing at him even once.
As he watched you move towards your quarters through glass pane in his office, however, he felt the pang in his chest grow into something else. 

You were no longer walking straight but very clearly stumbling around. His eyes narrowed as he watched you gripping the corner of a table for support but your body weight proved to be too much in your weak condition and your arms gave away, making you fall to the ground in a slump. You did not move.

Jungkook’s eyes widened with horror as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

You had just fainted.

The realization of that fact was enough to snap him out of his trance. He dashed for his door and ran to you, faster than a bullet. He bent down as he reached you, taking his coat off and throwing it out of his sight blindly, and cradled your head on his lap, calling your name again and again.

“Ms___?! Can you hear me? ___! Fuck!”

Hearing all the commotion, the office workers hurried inside only to find you unconscious in your CEO’s lap. So naturally, they started whispering amongst themselves.

“WILL NO ONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE?!” Jungkook bellowed as took his eyes off you for a second to glare at the onlookers. Shocked with the frequency of his voice, no one moved.

“Okay. Fine.” Jungkook growled as he moved you to put one arm under your neck and the other under your knees, picking you up bridal style and hurrying towards the elevator, all the while cursing himself under his breath. He had caused this. Of course, you would be exhausted! That file was huge, and Jungkook knew even he couldn’t complete it in the sorry excuse of a time frame he had given you. How could he have been so petty? 


He had caused this and he couldn’t hate himself more at that moment even if he tried.


You woke up to the smell of lavender. In fact, your entire…room was engulfed in the soothing fragrance of lavender. You looked to your left only to find a diffuser, burning with a light flame on its bottom.

Ah, that’s where the lavender is coming from.

You removed your attention from the diffuser to glance around your room and almost choked on air as you registered two facts.

One- the room was huge as fuck. It was a room in the hospital, no doubt, but it looked no less than a room one would find in a luxurious penthouse. Exquisite paintings covered the walls of the room, a 70-inch TV polished to shine rested on the wall in front of you. There were flowers, huge windows overlooking the city, a fridge and also, the second fact that caused you to almost choke.

Your boss.

You boss, with his hair disheveled and the first two buttons of his white shirt open, was sleeping on the sofa, no more than 2 meters away from your bed.
While the fact that you were in a hospital did not shock you at all, your boss’ candid appearance did. You let out a surprised squeal causing him to wake with a start. He looked around, disoriented, until his eyes landed on you and visibly widened. He got up immediately and came to you, sitting on the chair beside you bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?” He asked as his eyes searched your frame for any signs of discomfort.

“Uh…no, that won’t be necessary. I’m quite alright, I was just a little shocked to see you sleeping on the sofa…sir.”

Jungkook groaned as he brought his hands to his face. “Please…don’t call me that right now.” He removed his hand and looked at you, his face ridden with guilt, before he got up from his seat and took two steps back. He then bent down on his knees and bowed until his head touch the ground. “I am so very sorry ___. I was such a dick to you that day and I…I am the reason you fainted. I am so sorry. I really am. I thought you were undermining me because I’m younger and acted so immature-“

“Please, get up!” you said out of horror. “There is no need to do this! Please get up.” You ushered him to get up and sit beside you before you handed him the glass of water on your bedside and watched him drink it.

“…Jungkook, I’m hardly a few months elder to you.” You broke the ice.

“What?” Jungkook said out of disbelief. “B-But I thought you were…?”

You smiled slightly. “No, not really. I’m practically the same age as you. Listen, how does that even matter? I’m more than happy that you’re ready to see what you did wrong. That is what matters.” You said with honesty as you watched him listening to you carefully.

“I’m your advisor, it’s literally my job to tell you what you do right and what you do wrong…and I will continue to do that. I understand that you are insecure about your age but hey, that is why we’re here, the advisors committee. You need to manage your temper. Let us in, and trust me we will help you out. That’s all we want to do-“

You words were cut short as Jungkook snaked his hand behind your head, turned you towards him and brought his lips to yours softly. You just sat there in shock as he removed himself from you and sat back in his chair.

“Thank you. For everything.” He said looking at you, straight in the eyes but you hardly registered his words. You were still shocked.

“And sorry about that, uh, kiss. I couldn’t help myself.” You finally found the energy to chuckle as you saw your arrogant boss blushing and looking around the room out of embarrassment. 


“Really? Well…why don’t you take me out for coffee as an apology?” You hinted openly.  

Jungkook looked at you with his eyes’ narrowed. “Are you serious? Will you…agree?” 

You smirked at his expression,  enjoying his nervousness. 


“Hell yes.”





I feel like the dead tbh, my eyes are ready to close not open for the next 2 days if I allow my self that leisure but working means working…haha…☹…

Let me know if you want this plot for some other member.

Much love,

Inferno-loop

Meet Me Inside -  Part 1

Masterlist | Part 2 

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus. 

A/N: I finally had some inspiration thanks to a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for ages. And i’m so excited.

Warnings: None for this part. 

Words: 2134

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you groan as you roll over, picking up your phone and squinting as the screen shines far too brightly while you turn off your alarm and drop the phone back on to your bedside table.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself repeatedly as you roll out of bed and get ready.

Only one more year and you’d finally finish your Masters Degree. The thought, however, was always threatened to be dampened by the realisation that you’d need to make plans for what you would undertake after you graduate, but you pushed the thought aside whenever it threatened to linger.

Although you’d refused the offer to go out the night before, you had stayed awake for much longer than you should have and it showed. Your eyes were puffy and dry from lack of sleep.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself once more.

As was routine, you tie your hair back, dress in whatever is clean, grab your phone from the bedside and your bag from beside the door, locking your apartment as you leave.

Keep reading

Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader

Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!

Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.

Words: 2 475

A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)

TAKING REQUESTS!

Originally posted by mamalaz


He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-

He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.

He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.

“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.

“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”

“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.

He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”

She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.

“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.

She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.

“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.

“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.

“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”

She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”

“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.

“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”

She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.

“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“

“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”

“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”

“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.

“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.

“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”

She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”

That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.

“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.


It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.

He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.

It was Y/N.

“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.

“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.

“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.

“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”

“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”

“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”

He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.

“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.

“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.

She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.

“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.

“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.

“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.

“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”

She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.

“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.

“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”

He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.

He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.


She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.

Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.

“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”

She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.

“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.

She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.


He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.

Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.

“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”

“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.

Where’s my Mom?

A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day. Reader is Eileen’s five year old daughter.

Sam stared down at Eileen’s body in shock; he couldn’t believe she was dead. He felt the tears begin to quickly build in his eyes while he observed the different injuries that she was covered in.

The brothers continued their conversation about what happened, how could she be dead? Why did the hell hound kill her? Why did this always have to happen to the ones that they loved?

Then Dean asked a question that stopped Sam’s heart;

“What do you think happened to Y/N?”

“We need to find her Dean.” Sam said in a serious tone that was laced with worry. You were only five years old; your mother was dead and your father was a hunter who wanted nothing to do with you, just another reason why Eileen always avoided other hunters.

“I know Sam, we will.” Dean assured him before turning to leave the morgue.

“No Dean,” Sam replied, gripping his brother’s arm, “We need to find her. She’s just a kid, who’s alone with the freaking British Men of Letters out there looking for all hunters. They wanted revenge on Eileen for the accident with the colt, who’s to say they won’t take it out on Y/N.”

Dean nodded his head, “We need to find Y/N.”

A few days had passed since Eileen’s death and the Winchester’s were no closer to finding you. They had checked every motel in the area Eileen’s body had been found. They checked data bases, security cameras, they couldn’t find you anywhere.

They hadn’t given up the search, but moved their hunt for you back to the bunker so that they could have a home base while finding you.

Keep reading

Misdialed Call (Final)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 796

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Keep reading

smartypants: tom holland fluff

in which (y/n) knows a lot of stuff and tom loves her for it. (p.s. thank you to @tomsh0lland​ for being my “british beta babe”. [yes emily that’s your officially title mwah!!])

“and then, uh,” tom started, loud giggles ripping out of him and he searched for the right words. “and then, winston churchill, who was like the coolest guy” you chose here to scoff. but tom only started to snicker louder “he was like: “we need an iron curtain”. so uh yeah, you could say i’m history buff!“ he finally finished.

“oh yeah you really are. what year did you say this was?” you asked, shifting slightly so you could lean back and show him your raised eyebrows. a loud squawk left his mouth as he laughed loudly, pulling you to him to squish into his chest.

“it was….uh….it was,” he cleared his throat, still holding you close despite the playful fight you were giving him. “194–1930….1930…4. 1934!” he cheered, letting you pull away from him to look in his eyes. “1934 is when he gave the famous iron curtain speech. obviously.” he said, slightly shaking his head to emphasize his confidence.

Keep reading