i kinda hope it shows up again and he catches it

Major Discovery: BotW’s Adventure Log = Link’s Diary?!

SERIOUSLY.

(Spoiler Alert)

At this point, our beloved game Breath of the Wild has been out for around half a year already. If you have played the game, you are probably very familiar with the Adventure Log feature in BotW that helps you keep track of all your missions and side quests. Or else its pretty much impossible to remember if you were catching chickens for this guy or collecting weapons to show that kid who’s boss.

But here’s the thing- Have you ever thought about the Adventure Log’s origin? Who or what is helping Link keep track of his missions?

If your answer is the Sheikah Slate or the “system”, which is what I’ve always thought, I’m gonna go ahead and assume you own an European/American copy of the game. Because apparently, in the Japanese version of the game, there is evidence that shows that LINK is the one who wrote the adventure log to keep track of his own journey.

“Ok… So what?”

So Link wrote the Adventure Log. Big deal. It’s not like this is gonna change the gameplay in any way.

…True. However, Link didn’t JUST record his missions in the Adventure Log. According to the Japnese version, Link would often type up some of his own thoughts and comments on what he was doing aside from his current objectives. This could give us a deeper insight of Link’s character.

Here’s an example:

This is what shows up after you complete The Hero’s Sword quest. The content of the two versions are very similar, but notice the use of “自分” (myself) in pic 1. This is evidence that the adventure log is written by Link, who’s talking about himself in first person narrative, instead of “the system”. With that in mind, the Japanese version can be translated to:

(I) Finally retrieved the legendary Master Sword. (I) Don’t know if it’s just an illusion, but the sword itself seems to be delighted about this.

To this moment, Princess Zelda is still inside Hyrule Castle, fighting to suppress the Calamity.

She is still holding on to the faith in me, believing that I will definitely come for her…!

But with the power (that I have) now, can she really be saved (by myself)…?

You see what they did there?

The English version replaced every first person pronoun Link has used with “you”!

As someone who owns an American copy, and has never set the system language to Japanese, I was absolutely SHOCKED when I was told about this (credits at the end).

Remember how we could find diaries of NPCs all across Hyrule? Link’s was right under our noses this whole time!

Now that you know about this, does your adventure log seem a bit different from before?

(I) finished visiting all 13 of the locations in the old pictures. I remembered everything I’ve been through together with Princess Zelda.

In those memories (of mine), Princess Zelda always strived to complete the task burdened onto her…

Even if it’s just a moment sooner, (I) want to save her as quickly as possible

(I) want to see her smile again, with these eyes (of my own).

The translation on this one is just OFF. I can’t believe the English version completely omitted the last part, and replaced it with some kind of mission instruction.

Link has been fighting all this time to see Princess Zelda’s smile again with his own eyes.

 …*sniff*

Not to mention those side quest logs. Once you realize that all of the entries were written by Link himself, the seemingly trivial information recorded in those suddenly opens up so many more hidden sides of Link. It basically re-introduced Link as someone with normal human emotions instead of the silent hero depicted throughout the game.

The caring Link, who was worried about a girl he only met twice for putting herself in danger:

…(I) ventured inside and found part of the Royal Guard’s Series, famous among equipment collectors.

When those were shown to Parcy, the traveler at the stable, her curiosity about it seem to be provoked more than ever (by me). (I) Hope she won’t do anything reckless…


The compassionate Link, who felt glad for other peoples’ happiness:

As a sign of appreciation for bringing the town together and as compensation for the work done (by me), a hefty amount of gems that were unearthed during the town’s construction were given by Hudson (to me).

(I) wish the couple could live happily ever after.


The reckless Link, who apparently felt thrilled when he managed to knock out some monsters with his new companion:

(I) captured the giant horse in Taobab Grasslands

So that’s why. It’s indeed a really big horse. It trampled whatever kind of monster in its way with ease when it galloped. That was really cool.  

When it was brought back to Straia (by me), he was very surprised.


Link the foodie, who carefully noted down new recipes he learned along the way for future use: 

(I) brought Kiana the goat butter and hearty blueshell snail required for cooking seafood paella. She shared some of the dish (with me) as thanks!

/////Recipe/////


The playful Link, who tried to mimic the way Gorons speak- by adding “goron” at the end of every sentence- after he passed the Test of Will and became one of the bros:

……

Ah… (I) kinda want to write down Kabetta’s Bro Motto, but there’s not enough space goron?

That’s too bad goron…


The empathetic Link, who felt nervous for the guy in this side quest, then relieved when the couple finally got together:


…and… THIS:

The last line on the left is the Japanese equivalent of What the heck…

I guess the statue is a bit too weird even for our great adventurer.


Finally, we have the entry that shows up after you complete the DLC trial:

(I) finally conquered the merciless Trial of the Sword.

……

(I believe that) Princess Zelda would be quite happy about how much I’ve improved


As we all know, Breath of the Wild is a game that focuses a lot on the freedom given to the players. Even the main story line is broken down into the form of memories, waiting for the players to find. As the players venture on into the wild, they would eventually find the information they need to learn about this world. The amazing amount of details you can find about Hyrule and its people is an important reason why BotW is so attractive.

On the contrary, the info available about our protagonist is very limited. The only piece of description that directly describes Link is in Zelda’s diary, where she points out that he is a very quiet person, and that’s it for our hero.

…NOT!!

Link had always had the most extensive character description. Right under our noses.

Nintendo got us. They got us GOOD.

But now we know.

SIX months after the game’s launch.

…Better late than never.

End.


P.S.: Fun fact about BotW Link- he seems to like the sand seal game a lot. Of all the entires about racing minigames, the sand seal game is the only one where Link wrote “(I’ll) try to get a better score next time!

He’s so adorable I can’t //////


CREDITS

Disclaimer: I did not discover this.

This discovery was made by a Chinese gamer @atomaruU about a week ago. To make sure that her theory is correct, she cross referenced the English version of the game, only to discover that the language is completely emotionless and robotic. Therefore, to allow more people to see who Link REALLY is, I was asked to write this post based on the Chinese article she published. 

Her Twitter: https://twitter.com/atomaruU

Tweet Link: https://twitter.com/atomaruU/status/902172455661211649

Chinese article Link: http://weibo.com/ttarticle/p/show?id=2309404145837893616605

Pic credits: @lulubuu0609 (She’s an amazing artist btw check out her blog)

Hope you enjoyed this :3    

OK so since @tom-hiddleston-god-of-mischief and other people showed interest, I bumped up my schedule and so…

Here is my ‘Craig is totally gay and was in love with the MC in college’ post!

So, first off- this is Craig Cahn and the thing that made me first think that he was gay instead of bi. (And fyi I am a Bi myself, so this is more headcanoning and exploring character and not trying to stomp on other headcanons, jsyk.)

Yeah the very first time we met. But look- divorces do happen, and do happen in a chill manner. But… let us note a couple things. One, the divorce literally only happened ‘last year’. Which could mean anywhere from (assuming this is the spring due to college letters and school timetables) 12+ to only 3-ish months ago depending on what counts as ‘last year’.

You only get a SECOND of him being uncomfortable while breaking the news before he is on even ground and is like ‘yeah it’s old news and everything is in perfect order now’. AND THE DIVORCE HAPPENED EITHER WHILE SMASHLEY WAS PREGNANT OR JUST HAD RIVER. Now, this could be a him lying, except… it’s never really brought up again as a thing? Like, we deal with Mat’s feelings for his dead wife, Joseph’s failing marriage, and etc but despite how recent it was we are lead to believe their divorce was perfectly amicable despite the timing.  (Now placing a cut here because this gets long and has more pics.)

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Just Say It (Bill Skarsgard x Reader)

requested: Hi! Could you please do a Bill Skarsgard X Reader imagine? So (Y/N) played Roman’s (Bill’s character) best friend / crush in Hemlock Grove and after the show ends, they see each other in IT premiere because (Y/N) is accompanying her brother Jackson (Who plays Georgie). Just fluff and Bill and (Y/N) are in love but they don’t know and Jackson spills that they like each other. Thanks! Your works are amazing!

Word Count: 1576

Warnings: some mature language ?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, this is such a good idea!

Originally posted by jonerysloveboat

There’s something scarily intoxicating about the acting industry. It’s like a siren beautifully singing to lure you closer and closer to the cliffs, waiting for a fatal collision. Yet (to her family’s dismay) it had affected Y/N - and now her little brother, Jackson. Their father had been a lawyer and their mother a teacher; both reliable jobs meant to procure a salary and stability. They had tried so hard to instill the idea of the American Dream and all that nonsense into their children.

Self-destruction must skip a generation, Y/N supposed.

Y/N had spent most of her acting career twiddling her thumbs as she waited for auditions and call backs that never came. She did her best to present everything good and unique about herself on resumes, but (nine times out of ten) not even that was good enough. It was disappointing to say the least and depressing to say the most. Initially, she didn’t want Jackson to pursue acting either. All the experiences he’d miss, like all the experiences she missed, could never be replaced. All the self deprecation and angst and the thoughts of ‘I’m not good enough’ - how in God’s name could she wish that upon her baby brother? But, as she sat in the backseat of a white limo, little Jackson sitting across from her, she acknowledged how wrong she had been. He was wearing such an expensive tuxedo, yet he was still pressing his nose to the window’s glass and making patterns with the fog. He wasn’t missing experiences - he was making them. Like a kid should.

It was her mother who first brought it all to light one evening over dinner, It wasn’t all bad, she had said after shoveling runny mashed potatoes onto her plate. And that was true; Y/N had played Odette Polinsky on Hemlock Grove. She was barely eighteen when she got the role and, though job single-handedly saved her career, yet it wasn’t even a completely positive memory.

Y/N was the youngest cast member on Hemlock Grove, and was completely (and pathetically) infatuated with a boy who saw her as nothing more as a friend. She had to witness the endless stream of girls come and go, as he conquered them and moved on.

“Did you talk to Ellie?” He whispered in Y/N’s ear during the show’s second season. He was leaning on his chair, with his elbow propping up his chin as he smiled boyishly. She tried to ignore the tingles as they ran down her spine, swallowing thickly. Ellie was his latest prize and she was constantly prancing around set in tube tops and denim short shorts. He followed her like a moth to a flame.

“Ya, I - I did. She really - likes you.” She managed to splutter out. Sometimes, when she was concentrating and focused, she could pretend conversations with him where just a scene. Their interactions all had a script, she would tell herself, therefore there’s no reason to panic. But this was not one of those days.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed as he scratched his chin with his thumb and index finger. He cocked his eyebrow at her and smiled, his lips slightly parted. He was so close to her, that she could smell his cologne - oranges and mint. Y/N had to stop herself from closing her eyes and leaning in.

“Well, catch you later Oddi!” He said quickly, as he briskly stood up from his chair and cracked his knuckles.

“See you Roman.” She replied quietly to herself.

Said boy just so happens to star alongside Jackson. She wondered if he still smelt the same like oranges and mint, maybe he even was -

Y/N shook her head, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. She couldn’t think about him today, today was Jackson’s day. Besides he had every other damn day to consume her thoughts. She would avoid him and that was that.

“Y/N! Y/N! Look! Look!” Jackson was pointing as he stared at all the flashing cameras and interviewers with microphones stood at the ready. His eyes lit up as he spoke and he smiled that dimpled smile of pure joy. Make those experiences, Jackson, thought Y/N as she smiled and stared with him. Soon enough they were parked and helped out of a limo by a wide shouldered man who fistbumped Jackson. Y/N smoothed out her silver dress (hoping to God, there were no wrinkles) and touched the earrings on her ears (those bad boys cost as much as a mortgage).

The boy bounded outside of the limo and was immediately bombarded by interviewers and questions (“How was working with older actors?” “We’re you scared?” “Are you going to see the movie?”).

Y/N stifled a laugh as she caught up to Jackson, making sure to look more confident than she really was in her black pumps. She subtly pointed in attempts to direct his attention to an interview who looked kind enough. Immediately the young boy caught on, at seven years old he was more aware of social cues then Y/N. Y/N went off to stand next to her parents, making sure to stay in direct earshot.

“Hello!” Jackson exclaimed happily, interlocking his fingers and letting his arms go slack. He looked so professional and gentlemanly, Y/N could’ve sang.

“Hello there Jackson! It’s so great to talk to you!” The interview knelt a bit, getting down to his level. She was tilting the microphone towards his mouth as she smiled genuinely.

“And you!”

“Thank you very much! Anyway, so both you and your sister have both worked with Bill Skarsgard right?”

Oh boy here it is.

“Yep!” Jackson said just as happily.

“How did you like it?!”

“Well, his costume is kinda scary but I saw him - em - get ready and stuff so - so it wasn’t too bad. I mean, eating me was kinda scary but not too too bad. He’s actually really nice and a really good actor and he told me a lot of stories about my sister and a lot of them were really funny but some of them weren’t really funny.” Jackson rambled, his tongue was officially detached from his brain. Now it wagged along in his jaw.

“What were the not so funny stories?” The interviewer asked puzzled, as she tried to reposition herself so the microphone was right underneath Jackson.

C’mon kid. I love ya. I care for ya. I support ya in all aspects of life. But if you say some of those not so funny stories, you better hope to God you - Y/N’s mind was in complete freefall, every secret fantasy, dream, and hope was currently abandoning ship.

Jackson, giddy as ever, had no problem wagging his tongue some more. He took a deep breath of air before saying, “Well, he told me about how sometimes on the show he would try to - um - get her attention and it never really worked and she never liked him. He told me that she thought he was, well, I dunno what it means so it could be a bad word … ”

“Go on, I’ll make sure it isn’t a bad word.” The interviewer egged on. Y/N was starting to like this woman less and less.

“He said that she thought he was a player.” The interviewer just laughed and assured him that ‘player’ was not in fact a bad word before asking him other questions about the movie.

Y/N looked around her as if to say, Did anyone else just hear that? Her jaw was now completely slack as she hung it open stupidly. Her shoulders unstraightened, her back slouched, and she had to check to make sure that the earrings were still hanging from her ears.

“Did you hear that?” A familiar voice asked in her ear as tingles shot down her spine. Y/N looked up at the tall god that was Bill Skarsgard and nodded fiercely, as she felt her forehead with the back of her hand. Was she ill? Because now she was feeling a bit feverish in this dress.

“Did you really?” He asked again, looking down at his shoes and smirking, his lips just parted. She just nodded again. “Well, I suppose the truth is out there.” His slight accent on the word ‘there’ caused Y/N to smile widely.

“I never thought you were a player. I thought you were …  popular.” Y/N finally said, breaking the tension. Bill tipped his head back, his hands in the pockets of his tailored trousers, and gave the heartiest laugh. The breeze caught his hair and Y/N could smell oranges and mint on the wind.

Once he had stopped laughing, all Y/N could think was just say it, just say it.

“I - uh - I well I was trying as much as - I - well wanted your attention too.” Y/N finally spoke out, raising her voice to make sure he heard it too. “Wow - I always thought you didn’t like me and I want you to kno-”

“HEY CAN WE GET A PHOTO OF YOU GUYS?!” A photographer interjected the sweet moment much to Y/N’s dismay. But Bill snaked his hand on her waist and softly pulled her into him, so she was pressed into his long torso. She smiled at the small gesture, looking down at his hand as she felt him smile down on her.

I just wanted to belong

A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day round three, it’s a day late, but life happens. Reader is Dean’s 17 year old daughter who has a twin brother named Robby.

Dean x Daughter!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by sammy-samulet

You stood at the counter of the diner trying to decide if you should go back to the booth where your father, uncle, and twin brother sat, or if you’d have a better time alone at the counter. You’d gone up to ask for more napkins to clean up a spill that Robby, your twin had made. However glancing back you saw that they had waved down the waitress who your dad and brother were both flirting with.

With the roll of your eyes you took a seat at the counter; knowing you’d actually enjoy your meal if you weren’t near your father or brother.

You loved them both dearly and at one point your entire family was so close knit that your absence would have been noticed right away. However as you grew older the bond you shared with your twin and father began to disappear and once you started going on hunts with your dad and uncle, it all but vanished.

At first you told yourself that you were overreacting; that your father was just constantly worried about you, but as time went on you saw how close Robby and your dad still were, yet you remained on the outside.

It was something that your dad and brother both seemed oblivious to. Whenever you’d try to involve yourself in what they were doing they would send you away with some excuse as to why you couldn’t participate with them and soon you just stopped asking.

This never seemed to effect them, but it sure effected you.

Your father and Robby might not have seen what they were doing, but your Uncle Sam sure did. At first he tried to stick up for you, pointing out to Dean all the times it seemed that Robby and him would purposefully leave you out. Dean would deny it and after countless arguments with no change Sam stopped trying. Instead he became the figure in your life you so desperately wanted.

Still, there were times that Sam got sucked into whatever fun Robby and your dad were having; leaving you to be the outsider in your family again.

It was a role you learned to accept and gave up hope that it’d change.

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I Don’t Mean It (pt 10)

The boys eventually went back to the dorm once they realized that Taehyung probably wasn’t coming back. Namjoon filled everyone in on what went down, expecting Taehyung to probably come find you.

What no one was expecting though was the slump they found Taehyung in just an hour after the whole ordeal at your apartment. Initially, when they found the entire apartment dark, they figured that he was back at your place, finally having things figured out and just hanging out. But when Yoongi opened the door to his shared room with Taehyung, he found Taehyung curled up into a ball on his bed, tears flowing down his face void of any expression.

The boys tried to console him, putting the pieces together of what probably went down. It didn’t take a genius to see that things had gone from bad to worse. All Taehyung could say was “She won’t forgive me” over and over again.

Eventually, the boys left the room, deciding to give him some space. Well, most of the boys. Jimin stayed back and closed the door after the other five boys left.

“How could you do that?” he asked after a little bit, sitting down on the bed across from Taehyung’s. “How could you have believed manager hyung?” Jimin asked, his voice getting slightly louder.

Taehyung couldn’t answer. He didn’t know why he believed his manager instead of you. “Is it because you know hyung longer than Y/N?” he asked again, but still no answer.

“Dammit Taehyung answer me. Don’t you know how much pain you’ve put her through? You don’t get to sit here and cry about it now” Jimin said angrily.

“I DID TRY” Taehyung finally said back, startling Jimin a little. “I did try. I went to her apartment. But…But she won’t forgive me. Why should she? Jimin, she’s fucking moving because of this. I…I’ve lost her” Taehyung said, a fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes.

“W-what? She’s moving? But…but she’s friends with all of us. She..she wouldn’t leave all of us” Jimin said as if it was a fact.

“She probably thinks that you all feel the same way I did. That you won’t believe her” Taehyung said,

“But we would believe her. I would believe her..she can’t just leave like that. Tae…listen Taehyung…you have to fix this. Y/N is someone who has become precious to all seven of us and is not someone we should let go so easily. She’s especially special to you. We all know how you feel about her. And god we all know how she feels…well felt…about you. You have got to fix this.” Jimin said, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You mean, she felt the same way about me?” Taehyung asked slowly.

“God you both are so blind. Yes, of course she felt the same way you idiot” Jimin said while laughing. “Look, she obviously cares a lot about us, you especially. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually, but you can’t just give up already because if you do, you really might lose her forever Tae. For now, we’re going to have to convince her to not move. After that, I’ll help you figure things out with Y/N. We’ll all help. I want you both to be happy.” Jimin said, finally standing up.

“Thanks…Jimin” Taehyung said as he wiped his tears away. Jimin was right, if he was going to get you back, he had to keep trying. Giving up after this one time wasn’t going to do anyone any good.


Jimin and Taehyung had rounded up all the boys to help them. And within a few minutes, the boys had come up with a way to at least stop you from moving…or at least to put it off.

Taehyung remembered that you were expecting someone at the door, and he thought it might have been the rumors. So, he sends out Jungkook waiting outside their door. And as expected, the movers come up pretty soon. Jungkook managed to stop them and send them back, telling the movers that they were no longer needed.

You stood inside your apartment with your eyes still red from crying before. After finally getting back to your feet, you realized that the movers were getting quite late. You call them, only to find out that they thought you canceled. They were quite pissed as they had come all the way, so they refused to schedule you in for another appointment.

“Great, just great,” you thought. It had taken you a while to find a trustworthy company to help you move, but now it seemed like you would have to try harder. As you fumbled browsed on your phone to find a new company, you heard the doorbell ring. You anxiously walk to the door, half expecting Taehyung again. But to your surprise, you find Yoongi.

You open the door, nervous about what he had to say. “Hey Y/N…mind if I come in?” he asks with a small smile.

You let him in and he stands just past the door, taking in the view in front of him. Everything was thrown about or in a cardboard box. 

“Ah, so you’re really leaving us huh?” he asked.

“Yeah…I think it’s…it’s for the best oppa” you say back.

“Y/N, you don’t have to leave. We know what happened” Yoongi says, turning back to look at you. “We know what happened, and I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did. But…but you shouldn’t leave because of that! We’ve all grown fond of you…too fond maybe. And you leaving would really make us all upset….especially Taehyung” he said carefully.

“Look, I’m not here to tell you to forgive him…although that would be nice….” he said, trailing off. “But at least, don’t punish us all by leaving ok? We’d really miss you, squirt” he said, running his hands through his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed, you noted months ago.

“Oppa…I don’t know if things will ever be the same with Taehyung again. I don’t want to leave you all either, but….I don’t know oppa” you say, crying again.

Yoongi was flustered, not knowing what to do since you were crying. “Y/N…I know that he should have believed you. But think about it from his shoes ok? What if someone told you that the boy that you’ve fallen in love with was just with you because of money?” he said. You never thought of that. Love? You stared at Yoongi in confusion. 

“Y/N he pushed you away and believed our manager because he had so much to lose if he was right. Squirt, that boy is so foolishly in love with you that he pushed you away in pure fear. He hurt you before you had the chance to hurt him. And I’m not saying that what he did was right, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if I was in his position. It’s easy for me and the rest of the guys to believe you because we’re friends. We’d believe you in a heartbeat. But for Taehyung, you’re so much more. He didn’t want to be hurt like that again.” Yoongi finished. 

“A-Again?” you ask slowly.

“We’ve had lots of people approach us for the fame and fortune Y/N. It happens more than we care to admit. I guess that’s why it was so easy for Tae to believe it. But we’ve all been jaded because things like this have actually happened in the past. But I’d like to think that me and the rest of the guys have built our trust with you ever since we moved in. We’re glad we met you Y/N…so don’t move.” Yoongi said.

“Oppa…” you said, not knowing what to say.  

“Look, take your time. I just wanted to say this and give you something to think about. Forgive him, don’t forgive him….it’s all your choice…bu–” he started but you cut him off.

“I…I think I forgive him” you said, quietly. Yoongi’s words really got through to you. He was right, you never stopped to think about it from his position. And it hurt your heart knowing that the boys had been hurt in the past due to people getting close to them with alternative motives.

“Wait…seriously?” Yoongi asked, surprised.

“Yeah…why, were you expecting me to put up more of a fight?” You said, giggling.

“Well…kinda, but like…the guys are all sitting in our room trying to figure out ways for Taehyung to get you back…I guess I should just send Tae over then?” Yoongi said as he walked back to the door.

“Wait! Uh…how about you not tell them that I have forgiven him already. I kinda want to see what he does” you say with a smile on your face.

“uh, that’s kinda cruel don’t you think?” Yoongi said while laughing.

“Hey! I think I deserve that much, don’t you think oppa!” you say frowning.

“Ok ok. Fine, your secret is safe with me I guess” Yoongi said. “I’m glad you’re staying squirt..” he said, opening the door. 

“Me too oppa. Thanks for talking to me oppa, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened. And remember, don’t tell the rest of the guys!” you said as he heads out. 

“Yeah yeah, just don’t give him too hard of a time,” he says as he walks to his own door. 


The following days were spent with Taehyung constantly showing up at your door or at work with your favorite things. “I need you to know that I never been more sorry and that I won’t stop until you take me back as your friend Y/N” he would say frequently. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face because you wanted nothing more than to just run into his arms and tell him that everything was ok. But you wanted to keep your fun going a bit longer. And it seemed like Yoongi was enjoying it too.


At the end of the week, you walked to your door only to find Taehyung standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly as he saw you. You loved how his eyes lit up when he saw you. And before you could catch yourself, you smiled at him. “YOU SMILED. AT ME!” he jumped.

“Uh..what are you doing here Tae,” you asked.

“AND YOU CALLED ME TAE AGAIN!” he said, jumping even more. Dammit, you were slipping too much. “At this rate, you might just forgive me within the year,” he said, winking at you while giving you his infamous box smile. You felt your heart melt, and if there was even an ounce of hurt and anger left, it was certainly all gone now.

“For you….your favorites,” he said, handing you the bouquet of lilies. You took them in and took the scent of your favorite flowers. And as soon as your eyes went to meet his, you were pulled into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden contact, but you didn’t resist it. You missed his familiar scent and strong hold on you, too much to push him away.

“Please, don’t be so hard no me Y/N. I need you to know how much I care about you. I…I love you so much. And not just as a friend, but something more. And according to someone who’s name rhymes with Vimin, you felt the same way about me.” he said and you could feel yourself blush and heart race. Dang it Jimin.

“So…please take me back. I need you in my life Y/N, ever since I met you. I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I’ll spend the rest of our time together trying to make you forgive me, but please just let me know that there’s a chance for that. That I still have some space in your heart” Tae said, still holding you tightly. You could feel his increased heart race. 

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let yourself giggle into his arms. He pulls away from you, slightly shocked. “What…was that too cheesy?” he asks as a slight blush appears on his cheeks.

“Just…just a little,” you say, still giggling. You take a moment to stop smiling and finally staring into his warm eyes. You walk closer him, missing his warmth that enveloped you just moments before. You hold onto the sleeves of his shirt, something you’ve always done when you wanted to be close to him. “But Tae…there is that chance,” you say as you smile warmly at him. “I actually…I actually forgave you that first day, after Yoongi oppa came and talked to me…” you say, finally revealing your little secret. 

“…what,” Taehyung said, utterly shocked. “You mean to tell me that you forgave me over a week ago, and I’ve been here sulking all week because I thought you would never forgive me! Y/N!” he whined, putting his hands on your waist as if it was the most natural thing. 

“Hey! Yoongi oppa knew too! I’m surprised he didn’t tell you sooner, I was wondering when he was going to break” you said as you began giggling again. 

“Wah, I guess I deserve that,” Taehyung said, smiling again. 

“What else did you have planned out though? I don’t know how much longer I could have pretended to be angry” you ask curiously. 

“I don’t even remember Y/n. Me and the boys planned so many things, I think I could write a book– ‘How to get your girlfriend to forgive you’ by Kim Taehyung” he said, laughing at his own words.

“Girl…girlfriend?” you asked, lifting up an eyebrow.

“Do I even have to tell you how I feel for you? I said earlier, didn’t I? I love you so much, sweet girl. And I’m pretty sure you like me too. So I really want to see where this relationship goes Y/N if you would give me the chance” he said, looking into your eyes lovingly. 

You could only lose yourself in his eyes. You had to give it to yourself though, for holding out the entire week without running back to Taehyung. “Of course,” you said, smiling back.

And within the next second, Tae placed his warm lips on yours. The kiss was everything you always dreamed it would be with him. Warm, sweet, and loving.

“EWW GET A ROOM!” you heard Jungkook call. Surprised, you both turn to see all 6 boys standing by their door, watching you both. 

“Yah Jungkook-ah! You shouldn’t have interrupted them!” Jin scolded.

“Oops,” Jungkook says, laughing. You giggle, still holding onto Taehyung.

You felt Taehyung slowly pull away from you. “Yoongi hyung… I think you and I need to have a talk” Taehyung says with a fake smile on his face.

“Run hyung!” said Hoseok.

“Oh shit,” Yoongi says as he runs back into this apartment with Taehyung chasing him. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you and your heart swelled with happiness. You were complete again.


A/N: Ok.. so this is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading this and for all the support for this series. It has been absolutely great to see the response for this. I’ll be writing an epilogue for this sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it. But please let me know what you all thought of this series overall. Would you like to see future projects? 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

#the cursed child#write more bibliomom#write about draco spatting ‘potter’ when he spots harry at Albus’ and Scorpius’ wedding reception#lmao#they see each other several times a year#and draco always greets him with that#and harry always hisses 'malfoy’ back#al and scorpius roll their eyes#they know they just do it for the vine

@plumadesatada well, you kinda asked for it and this is where my head went. maybe I’ll make it a series of drabbles :p

(Apologies for the lack of cut, I’m on mobile but I can add one in later)

The platform seems unusually busy this year, and for a moment Harry wonders if it’s just his imagination but he knows it’s not. He’s had the conversation with Hermione in her office about the sudden increase in the magic population in the UK. It’s taken almost twenty years, but the birth rate has finally gone up and they’re starting to recover from the death tolls of the Wizarding Wars.

These are the children born in the aftermath. 

The realization is making him weirdly emotional. But maybe that’s just seeing Lily with her own owl on her arm, her luggage being pushed by an obliging Teddy Lupin who despite being graduated for the last three years, showed up to see her off.

It’s likely a mixture of things. He’s about to turn to his two boys and ask them if they’ve got everything (for the millionth time because inevitably something has been forgotten—there’s always something forgotten) when Albus pushes past him with a happy whoop, wheeling his cart recklessly through the crowd. It takes him a moment to realize what has caught his attention, when he spies the blond hair and feels some of his nostalgia curdle. 

Malfoy’s face—caught off guard in an indulgent smile—also stiffens, the two fathers drawn together as their sons reunite animatedly. It’s only been three weeks since Scorpius had joined them for the Quiditch match up in Brighton, but you’d think it had been an eternity from the way Albus practically flings himself bodily at the taller boy.

Potter,” the other man spits, seemingly unable to say his name any other way.

“Malfoy.” Harry acknowledges him shortly. 

Somewhere behind him, James makes the wise decision to follow after his sister than hang around listening to his father and his oldest rival spit civilities at each other like hissing tomcats.

“Busy this year.” Malfoy comments, grey eyed gaze darting to his son when Scorpius laughs loudly at something Albus has said.

“Seems so.” Harry agrees, forced to smile hurriedly as someone recognizes him, squeezes his arm and says a hurried thank you before rushing on with their offspring towards the train.

“Still Mister Famous then.” Malfoy notes, thin smile ticking up a notch. “I do wonder people don’t have better things to talk about.”

Still infamous then, is on the tip of his tongue when he notes the wide berth people are giving the Malfoys, but he clamps down on the impulse. Scorpius might hear him, and from what Albus has told him the boy gets enough bullying from his peers without hearing it from his elders. And he promised himself long ago he’d never be That adult.

“Yea well,” Harry replies, flashing him a grin that borders of friendly but not quite. “We can’t all be married to the new Chief Sports Editor of the Prophet.”

Malfoy snorts at that, eyebrow raising as he gives Harry what he’s almost sure is an amused look. “Too true.”

“Ugh,” Albus says from somewhere near Harry’s shoulder, “Come on, they’ll be at this all day, lets get some sweets for the train.”

“You’ve already got sweets for the train.” Scorpius replies, but following after Albus anyway, dark and fair heads bobbing together as they move around each other, like planets orbiting one another, bound by an invisible force. 

“He’s getting tall.” Malfoy says, also watching the boys go and idly catching his son’s abandoned luggage cart with his foot, reminding Harry to do the same, managing to stop the listing cart before it rolls away.

“So is Scorpius.”

“Do you think we were that tall at their age?”

“I think others probably thought so.”

“Hm.” It’s a polite, almost congenial sound which Harry takes as his opening.

“I hear congratulations are in order.”

Malfoy turns to face him again, pale eyes wary but curious. “Oh?”

“I hear Astoria is expecting again.”

“Ah, yes.” Malfoy smiles, and this time there is no malice, no pretense at haughty collectedness. It reaches all the way to his eyes with a pure kind of joy, and for a moment Harry can see Scorpius’ face so clearly it hurts him to think of the kind of childhood either of them could have had were it not for the circumstances of their birth. “Yes. March of next year, we think.”

“Congratulations. I hope she’s doing well.”

Malfoy inclines his head again, his joy tempering into something gentler at the real implied meaning. “Yes,” he agrees. “Things are much better this time.”

There’s a crash by the convection stand, and without even turning Harry knows it’s something he’s going to have to pay for.

“Kids, eh?” he says, feeling sheepish at the look of paternal horror dawning on Malfoy’s face as he peers over Harry’s shoulder.

“Boys, here now.” Malfoy says, calling them like they’re well trained hounds as he pushes past Harry towards the stand. “I’m so sorry, do allow me to make amends.”

“Oh, no!” Harry rounds quickly, “My fault…probably…allow me.”

“Absolutely not, Potter, I wont hear of it.”

“Oh yes you bloody will.”

Covered in foaming pumpkin juice and sparkling tongue dancers, Scorpius and Albus share a look. 

“Do you think they’ll always be like this?” Albus asks, taking an experimental lick of his sticky hand, the juice and dancers apparently melding to make some sort of growing taffy. It’s surprisingly good. He should tell uncle Ron and George about it for the shop.

“Probably.” Scorpius replies, attempting in vain to scrape himself clean.

“Where on earth is oh.” Albus smiles sheepishly up at his mother as she comes to a halt in front of them. She glances between the boys, and then to her bickering husband who is all but manhandling Scorpius’ father out of the way. “Merlin’s Beard. Right, you two.

“Is she talking to us or them?”

“Them,” Albus says with certainty. He knows when his mother is directing that tone at him. “Definitely them.”

That Awkward Moment When

John Laurens x Female Reader

Requested by @cupcakequeen1999 who was kind enough to compromise, this one goes out to you girl, you’re super rad

In which the reader and Laurens are roommates and very good friends. Jealousy and smut ensues.

Words: 4,573

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT SMUT SMUT and LOTS OF SWEARING (don’t read if this will make you uncomfortable)

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Illuminations

Jealous Jax x unobservant reader :)

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

“He’s been eye fucking you all night.” Jax says, trying to keep the bitterness from his words but failing majorly. You frown, grabbing your drink hot dog from the vendor and paying him.

“Who?” you ask, walking back towards the group. Jax scoffs, taking a harsh drag from his cig, seemingly annoyed. “Ryan?”

Jax doesn’t respond, leading you to believe you’ve got it right. Rolling your eyes, you take a bite from your food, trying not to get sauce all over your face. “He’s just a friend, Jax. Why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t. Just don’t like the way he’s looking at you, that’s all.” It’s bittersweet as you reach the others, thankful to get away from Jax’s moods but wanting to know why he’s so bothered in the first place.

“Fireworks start in ten.” Opie says, Lyla nestled under his arm. You all start walking towards where the fireworks are being let off, Ryan falling back to walk next to you.

“Your biker boy doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Ryan chuckles, you smiling sympathetically.

“He’s just, well, Jax.” you say, Ryan smirking at your lack of explanation. Shrugging, you nudge him lightly with your arm. “He’ll warm up to you soon enough.”

“Doubt it, he thinks I’m competition.” You wait for him to continue, spotting Jax up ahead, his head turning to look at you, the same pissed off expression on his face. “It’s obvious he’s in love with you.”

You choke on your food, coughing loudly as Ryan taps your back, trying to help you recover. Once you’ve successfully dislodged the food from your throat, you turn to look at him. “What? No, you’ve got it all wrong..”

“Oh, (Y/N).” he tuts, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Still so naive.”

You don’t say anymore as you reach the field, the grassy area full of the people of Charming waiting patiently for the show of bursting colour to begin.

“Is it bad that I’m getting a kick out of pissing him off?” You look over at Jax as Ryan talks, feeling sorry for the bottle of beer in Jax’s grip, his fingers white as he squeezes it for dear life.

“Don’t be an asshole.” you comment, shrugging his arm from around you. “I’m just gonna go see if he’s alright.”

“Use protection.” he laughs childishly, causing you to punch him in the arm, not being able to control the smile on your lips.

Striding over to the mardy looking biker, you smile at him, the crease between his browz remaining. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep frowning.”

He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you speak, refusing to meet your gaze as he looks towards the crowd of citizens. You feel your mood start to turn sour at his coldness, a pang of embarrassment hitting you in the chest.

“Asshole.” you mutter, deciding to let him wallow in his own negative juices. You stride forwards, a grip on your arm stopping you in your tracks. “What?”

“I’m not the asshole here, your so called ‘friend’ is.” he says, emphasising the word friend in a sarcastic manner. You yank your arm out of his grip, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.

“You’re so childish! What’s it to you who I’m friends with and not friends with?” you challenge, folding your arms across your chest. All you receive is a look of surprise, Jax not expecting you to retaliate in such a fiesty manner.

He shakes his head, his tongue running over his lower lip. His voice is less agitated once he speaks, a calmer grain behind his words. “You really don’t get it do you?”

“What? That you’re a dick?” You regret your response as soon as it leaves your lips, not enjoying the flash of hurt that passes through Jax’s eyes, though it’s gone as quick as it appeared.

“Forget it.” You huff, rolling your eyes in exasperation as he strides away from you, his form tense as he does so.

“Jesus Christ.” you mumble to yourself, following his steps only seconds after he’s disappeared, his figure turning out of sight. You jog, cursing his long legs as you try to catch up, finally spotting him in an abandoned area of the park.

“You walk kinda quick, you know that?” He turns his head towards you, eyes trained on yours as he lights up the stick, before turning away again as he takes a drag. “I’m sorry for calling you a dick. Can you just tell me what’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You don’t budge, instead carefully taking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a drag, showing you’re not leaving anytime soon. “You shouldn’t pick up on my habits.”

You shrug, letting the smoke escape from your mouth. “You can do it, why can’t I?”

“I’m already poisoned.” he says, retrieving the cigarette from you and taking another drag, before doubting it against the tree. “You’re too good for it.”

“What if I think you’re too good for it?” you argue, taking a step closer to him, convinced his anger level has lowered.

“I’d say you’re wrong.” he shrugs, smirking at the annoyed expression on your face. “Sorry, darlin’, but it’s true.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong. You’re more than good enough, and you’re not poisoned.” you state, reaching him and poking his chest lightly, enjoying the way he squirms under your touch.

“Whatever you say, angel.” he says, though you can tell your words have brightened his mood. “You need to get back, you’re gonna miss the fireworks.”

“I don’t mind, I’d rather stay with you.” A blush creeps up your neck after you’ve spoken, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you look into the distance, trying to control your jitters.

“Yeah. Views better here, anyway.” he says, his eyes focused on nothing but you as you look back at him.

You hum in response, crossing your arms, unable to control the way your lips curl up. “That so?”

He nods in confirmation, running his hands through his hair, taming back a few stray tendrils. He steps towards you, reaching out for you cautiously, his actions slightly more confident once he sees that you don’t deny him.

He pulls you towards him gently by your shirt, not sure how to dance in the newly discovered territory. You’re the same, unsure how to react to his advances before your palms find their place on his chest, the action almost natural. “This okay?”

You nod slightly, not wanting to disturb the current between the two of you, your fingertips tracing the patches on his kutte nervously, feelings of anxiety and excitement swirling within.

Your eyes flutter closed as he wraps his arms around you, yours slipping around his neck as the two of you embrace. You don’t miss the way his grip tightens around your body, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he holds you to his chest.

“It’s okay.” you whisper, sensing the urgency in the way he squeezes you, like having you in his clutches relieves the immense burden that he carries around on his shoulders. “You’re alright.”

He pulls away after a few seconds, a kiss being left upon your forehead as he does so. You close your eyes at the feeling, angling your head up slightly to brush your nose against his own, skin tingling at the action.

He slips his hands under your shirt, the calloused yet delicate digits stroking your exposed skin as his breath tickles your lips, tension thick in the air.

“Jax.” you say breathlessly, pulling on the locks at the nape of his neck. That’s all he needs to take the lead, his lips pressing against yours for the first time, his pressure featherlight.

A quiet moan slips from you, Jax gripping your hips in response before pressing his lips harder against your own, his movements becoming more and more confident.

The taste of smoke and mint dances it’s way onto your tongue as the kiss deepens, the concoction making your head swirl. Jax nibbles on your lower lip teasingly, your body completely controlled by his touch.

He only separates once you’re both breathless, his forehead pressed against yours as flick your tongue across your lips, savouring the taste of him within your mouth.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago.“ he chuckles, his thumbs swiping backwards and forwards over your skin. You hum in agreement, revelling in the sensation of floating, head swimming within the clouds.

Loud banging erupts from within the distance, the sky blasted with streams of vibrant colour. The display creates the perfect setting, your mouth finding Jax’s again as you experience his lips all over again, never wanting to be without it again.

A/N - I’m really happy with how this turned out!! I hope you guys are too :) Let me know what you think, your feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤ love you all xxxxx

{Special College!AU} Mark Lee
  • major: children’s education 
  • minor: creative writing 
  • sports: was invited to the schools hockey team because he’s good on skates, but turns out mark lee isn’t all that good at contact sports (that and taeyong got so worried about him mark just decided to join badminton club instead)
  • clubs: book review with doyoung - but more than anything he just likes to hear doyoung talk lol, secretly part of a magic the gathering thing but only sometimes,,,,like ,,,,, once a week shh
  • when mark was applying to colleges, a lot of people were telling him to pursue majors he didn’t really like
  • “be pre-med!” “do law!” “business is the only place were there’s real money!”
  • but mark knew what he wanted to do with his life,,,,,he wanted to be a teacher
  • and even though people would always assume his shy, easily embarrassed attitude around others would be hard to overcome if he was like a highschool teacher or something
  • mark knew that he could do it - plus he’d always kind of wanted to be a kindergarten teacher,,,,,kids were always just so much more creative and interesting
  • and one of the things people had told mark since he was pretty young was that he was a natural born role model 
  • from breaking up arguments between kids on his home block, to encouraging his friends to do their best, just being laidback and so easy to talk to - yet still working his hardest
  • so why not put that to use,,,,,,sure it might have been corny to say outloud but mark wants to inspire kids and be someone they can really learn from,,,,
  • even though he’d never admit it aloud because for some reason he’d know someone (johnny) would fake cry and clap about his emotional speech
  • which sOMEone (johnny) does a lot,,,, like mark will go “if anything, we can all agree on pizza for lunch” and johnny will wipe a fake tear and be like “the hero we always needed,,,,”
  • mark sometimes wonders why he’s friends with such dramatic people,,,,,,,,actually a lot of people wonder that
  • because mark is popular, people just see him as this approachable, adorable guy and he totally is
  • which is why taeyong is always sweating over the fact that mark is TOO nice,,,,,he doesn’t want mark to get in any trouble
  • ten is always like taeyong please, mark is a grown man he knows-
  • taeyong: mark - don’t talk to strangers on the internet, mark have you ever heard of catfishing, mark did you know your computer could be HACKED
  • taeil: someone please distract him ,,,, like sicheng spill some coffee or sneeze on him so he’ll stop
  • but mark has known his closest friends for the longest, and he’s got this sense of loyalty that’s seriously unbreakable
  • it’s one of the many things that is so great about him,,,,honestly how can someone be so genuine and nice,,,,,,,
  • mark’s roommate jaehyun sometimes finds mark sitting up at like 2 am - desk lamp on - scribbling notes down
  • and he assumes he’s studying or something,,,but mark also has another goal - he wants to write a kids book
  • although his drawing is sub par,,,,,ideas for the book have always been floating around in his head
  • and even if it’s 2, 3, 4 am he has to get up and write a good one down
  • he never shows them to anyone though,,,,because it’s sort of a secret the only person who knows is another bestfriend of his, haechan, whose still in high school
  • mark would totally pen pal haechan if he went away to college - don’t argue with me on this
  • as a children’s education major,,,,there’s a program that allows mark to TA in an actual school for a bit - only half a semester but it’s something he’s really looked forward too
  • there’s two TA’s per class and mark gets assigned to a first grade homeroom
  • which is where you actually first meet,,,,,
  • you get there super early, afraid you’ll be even a second late and make a bad impression - the anxiety of working under a teacher you don’t know makes you a little sweaty
  • and as you slide down the wall outside classroom 127, catching your breathe because you bet you ran here
  • you look at your phone and sigh,,,,,,,7:05,,,,,you’ve got another 25 minutes
  • it takes you a while to realize,,,,but there’s someone else in the hall with you. 
  • across from your room,,,,sits a boy - he looks vaguely familiar but he seems just as nervous as you are
  • glancing at his watch and tapping his foot, eyes wide with wonder when you finally meet each others glances
  • embarrassingly, he scrambles up to his feet and so do you 
  • “h-hi,,, im mark. im with 127,,,,”
  • he awkwardly stretches his hand out to shake yours and you notice that he avoids direct eye contact again,,,,,,,,it’s kinda cute
  • you introduce yourself back, telling him you’re with 127 too
  • there’s a short pause and then he blurts out “do you think the kids will like us?”
  • out of all the things to be worried about,,,,it’s somehow fitting of mark’s biggest fear to be of his impression left on the kids
  • something about his question makes you feel ,,,,, like there’s something different about mark
  • something almost pure,,,,,,
  • you smile “i hope they do.”
  • at 7:30, you and mark hear the padding of little feet. the excited voices and sounds that could only mean one thing - class 127 is on its way
  • the teacher, a kind looking older women, brightens up when she sees you two
  • quickly, you and mark politely bow and introduce yourselves. she seems so happy to have you two and you mentally high-five yourself in relief
  • you catch mark’s eye and he pretends to wipe a sweat from his forehead which makes you giggle
  • as the kids pile into the room, taking their seats the teacher has you and mark write your names on the board
  • beside yours, you put a smiling face and notice mark pick his chalk back up to add a flower beside his
  • mark goes first, introducing himself by his full name
  • one of the kids shouts “mr. lee!!!” and mark almost turns bright red,,,,,,,,making it hard for you to keep a straight face
  • the introductions go smoothly and the teacher sits you at one table full of kids and mark at another 
  • the day goes by exceptionally well, all the kids seem fond of you - clinging to your hand and feeling comfortable enough to share favorite toys or books with you
  • during recess, one of them was feeling tired and had plopped themselves in your lap - which you were fine with,,,until they almost fell asleep
  • tbh there was only one kid who was a bit rowdy, sometimes too loud and too physical with other kids 
  • but you could see mark had no trouble handling him
  • actually,,,,you were kind of shocked to see how diligently mark had committed himself to helping this kid - even on the first day
  • and when school was over, mark even took the time to wait by the kid till his parents arrived
  • it had only been the first day and you were already growing attached,,,,,,,,,you knew time would fly with the kids
  • but for some reason, as you walked to the bust stop to catch it back to campus,,,,,,you could only think about one of two things; all the cute kids or,,,,,,,
  • mark
  • the first couple of weeks are a piece of cake really, the teacher was so knowledgeable and sweet plus the kids had accepted you that you couldn’t believe this was a college program
  • like you were getting credits for this,,,,, you had even told mark at some point  “this makes me want to be a teacher even more!” 
  • he’d smiled, agreeing and added that if anything - this class was probably the best class you two would ever have
  • at the end of one day, you and mark had stayed back to clean up and when he’d asked if you were taking the bus back you could feel a small flutter in your heart
  • “yeah i am, i wanted to go get some dinner to take home and then go back to the dorms to study.”
  • mark seemed hesitant for a moment, but then you decided it couldn’t hurt to make a first move - “do you want to eat with me and then we’ll catch the bus together?”
  • mark’s shoulders seemed to relax, he agreed and you guys finished tidying up the room before locking up for the teacher
  • “im on a budget for dinner though, i hope you’re not like super against fast food,,,,”
  • you mumbled, walking the streets with mark by your side, backpack slung over one shoulder
  • “that’s ok, i usually don’t eat dinner anyway. i live off ice-cream and bread my friend taeyong hates it,,,” 
  • mark chuckles and you shake your head “you gotta eat, keeping up with kids is hard”
  • mark smiles, following you into the mcdonalds that you find cramped between two cafes
  • you order a burger meal and mark just gets some fries, you frown and he just shrugs “im serious, i don’t really eat dinner”
  • you settle into an empty booth and start eating, for while it’s silent till mark asks you cautiously if you can tell him something
  • you look at him, the fluorescent bright lighting in this place makes it hard not to focus on how cute he is - you can see his smooth his skin is, and how bright and big his eyes are
  • you swallow and snap out of it, “sure, what is it?”
  • mark mentions the rowdy child from your class,,,,,he plays nervously with the edge of his ear and goes “do you think he’s ok,,,,,,,sometimes i notice that he’s pretty thin. im worried about how much attention he’s getting at home.”
  • you maul it over for a bit, leaning back in your seat. it is true,,,he is one of the smaller boys in the class,,,,and sometimes when kids are loud it is a cry for attention,,,,,
  • “maybe,,,,,but we can’t jump to conclusions. i feel like if something was going on the teacher would have already known,,,,”
  • mark’s eyes that had clouded over a bit with seriousness brighten when you say that
  • “i never thought of that, but you’re probably right,,,,,,”
  • you lean over, stealing a french fry from his tray and mark crinkles his nose “hey!”
  • you laugh and tell him that when he gets back to his dorm he better have some actual dinner
  • you and mark part ways on campus,,,you guys still have regular classes on the days when you’re not at the school so you know you won’t see him till you’re back with the first graders
  • for some weird reason,,,,,even though you just saw him,,,,,you kinda already wanna see him again
  • when you finally do - you learn that the class is going to be having a fun outing day to the park on friday
  • you and mark grin at each other, just as happy as the kids are to be getting out of a classroom
  • that following friday,,,,,,,you come in to see a couple of parents in the room with some kids. one of them is the father of the boy mark was worried about
  • mark appears at your side and you can see he’s watching him too,,,,,
  • in reality if something is up, what can you and him - two college students - really do
  • but at the same time,,,you get the feeling that mark won’t let it go,,,,,,
  • you want to say something, but you feel a small hand tug on yours and ask if you’ll take them to the bathroom
  • you look at mark one more time, but with that you have to do your job
  • the park is fun - the kids are all energetic and you’re pretty sure you and mark have played hide and seek 435342 times
  • when finally the boy mark was worried about joins in, running right into mark’s hands 
  • his father is talking to the teacher,,,,,a look of sadness is apparent in his face 
  • and you look over at mark who frowns
  • at some point throughout the day, when the kids have settled down for lunch 
  • mark is seated beside the father and the kid,,,,,,,they’re talking so far away from the group that you can’t hear a thing
  • but when lunch is over, mark rejoins the group while the father lifts up his son and they walk out of the park
  • the teacher tells you two they had an emergency, but your eyes flick over to mark who looks more distraught than ever
  • after a while, the day comes to an end,,,,,you and mark gather all the kids together but the teacher lets you two off early - the parents and her can handle them from here
  • but you and mark don’t leave the park, instead he calls you over and you sit beside him on one of the swings
  • the autumn afternoon is chilly, but mark seems so lost in his thoughts that you hope whatever the father of that kid said,,,,,isn’t too bad
  • “he’s sick.”
  • mark starts off, the dread in his voice makes you feel just as bad 
  • “is it really serious?” you ask, already knowing the answer
  • mark bites his lip, but nods 
  • you drop your head and whisper that that’s horrible,,,,,
  • sitting beside each other,,,,you and mark silently think the same thing - no one so young should suffer
  • but finally, mark gets up as you hear the creak of the swing
  • he doesn’t say where he wants to go, but just asks “will you come with me?”
  • it’s already getting dark when you and mark get out of the subway, you’re in the busier part of the city - the streets crowded with people in stores, restaurants, cafes, and arcades 
  • mark weaves through the crowd easily, but you lose sight of him a couple of times
  • you don’t want to be separated so at some point you reach out and grab his hand 
  • mark looks back,,,,,and you’re scared he’ll let go but instead he only squeezes it tight and keeps going
  • you end up out back of a bustling arcade, there are old claw machines and mark points to one of the toys inside 
  • “he really likes that cartoon, i want to get him something before the program is over,,,”
  • mark looks over at you and scratches his neck,,,,, “do you think that’s a bad idea-”
  • you dig a couple of coins out of your pocket and dump them in the slot with a smile “no. i think it’s great.”
  • neither you or mark has all that great luck,,,,,tbh you both SUCK at this game 
  • but neither of you wants to give up,,,,,you can’t,,,,,,,
  • and finally,,,,,,,you get it - “mark, mark the claw got it mark!!!”
  • he rushes over, putting his hands over yours on the joystick of the game 
  • muttering under his breath,,,you two carefully move the claw together till it’s right over the opening and with a press of a button
  • the toy drops and you and mark break out into celebration
  • you high-five and then before you know it,,,,you wrap your arms around each other 
  • and it’s so nice,,,,,mark is the type that pulls you in close and it’s so,,,,,warm
  • but also short lived because you both push away in embarrassment,,,,
  • you grab the toy to break the awkwardness and turn to mark “mission complete! 
  • mark gets both your bags off the floor, slinging them over his shoulder as you two walk back toward the train
  • when you’re back on campus, mark asks if you’ll keep the toy safe for him till you guys see each other again
  • you agree and think that this should be the right time to say goodnight,,,but for some reason neither of you do
  • “c-can i,,,,,,,,,,do something?”
  • mark stutters,,,,clearing his throat and you look up at him “sure?”
  • he shifts a bit and adds that he needs you to close your eyes for this
  • clutching the toy to your chest you do so,,,,waiting
  • until you feel it, mark’s lips pressed against the side of your cheek
  • he pulls back and when your eyes flutter open you can see the blush on his cheeks
  • “was that for helping you win the toy?”
  • you ask sheepishly and mark nods,,,,but then stops
  • “it’s also because i ,,,,,,,,like you so,,,,”
  • you can’t help the smile that grows on your face when he says that,,,but you hide it behind the toy 
  • “i like you too mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • like a puppy, his eyes widen and he stares at you for a second before a goofy grin spreads on his face too
  • “o-ok awesome,,,well uh,,,,but um,,, good night for now,,,”
  • you nod “good night mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • you want to turn around but then you hear mark’s voice
  • “i,,,,want to ask you out on a date,,,but i need to think of a good one-”
  • “this was a good one. i liked this one.”
  • you say, referring to the time spent today. mark grin’s even larger
  • “ok,,,,,well then ill plan another one soon.”
  • you agree and turn to walk toward the dorm,,,,,when you’re at the door you turn to see mark is still there. he waves and you feel your heart flutter again
  • the last week of your program comes fast,,,it’s emotional because you’ve grown to love all the kids and you know mark has too
  • even the teacher gets worked up,,,saying you two are one of her best TA duos,,,,,,, “it’s even cuter that you two like each other!” she adds and you and mark almost melt into puddles of blushes
  • it’s also finally the day mark gives his favorite kid the toy,,,,,,
  • when he does - the look on the boy’s face is something you can only see on christmas
  • he practically tackles mark with a huge hug ,,,, the fact that he’s much smaller saves mark
  • but the scene makes your heart wrench,,,especially when mark promises to come back and visit him and the boy mumbles that he never knows how long he has
  • you and mark both pass the program with flying colors, you both get pictures with the whole class and with all the kids who run about to hug you two and say goodbye
  • and it’s heartfelt,,,but it just reminds you and mark why you chose your majors
  • walking to the bus for the final time, mark takes your hand
  • which kind of surprises you because,,,,he’s never been big on public pda
  • “have i ever told you i wanted to write a children’s book?”
  • mark asks and you gasp because it’s news to you
  • “about what?”
  • “i had a lot of different ideas,,,,but i think ive picked one i really like. i want to write a book about a fearless kid, who can overcome anything.”
  • you stop in front of the bus schedule and you rub mark’s thumb with your own
  • “do you know the main characters name?”
  • mark shows a hint of a smile,,,,, “i do.”
  • the name,,,,,,,,is the same name as the boy from class 127
  • when you get back to campus, mark shows you some of his other ideas and small sketches that he’s done
  • “im no artist,,,but im sure i can find someone to help. jaehyun’s pretty good though he won’t admit it.”
  • you smile,,,,looking through mark’s messy notes and stick figure panels
  • “i think it’ll be great, mr. lee”
  • mark scrunches up his face, playfully poking your arm at the nickname you haven’t forgotten from your first day in the TA program
  • when it comes out that mark is dating you,,,,there are mixed reactions
  • taeyong has 100 questions for you, yuta is devastated that mark is in a cute relationship first, jaehyun is super happy, ten is a little too happy, johnny goes ‘your growing up, son’ with another fake tear, taeil and sicheng congratulate you and haechan sends mark like 30 texts demanding to konw every last detail of how it happened
  • at some point you ask mark how he deals with this,,,chaos
  • but he just whispers “grin and bear it”
  • you guys stay in contact with the 127 teacher, getting updates about this kids along with cute photos and stuff
  • you and mark both ask about updates on the boy,,,,who thankfully isn’t doing any worse. apparently everyday he brings the toy you guys got him with him to class
  • mark turns out to be super low maintenance,,,to a point where people jokingly go “are you dating or just existing next to each other?”
  • which isn’t ,,,, like a bad thing
  • you and mark just don’t like to flaunt it with pda, couple items, instagrams full of each others faces
  • honestly you two keep it comfortable and simple,,,,
  • your dates are classics like the movie theater, picnics, walks through the city, even just sitting in the library together typing away on your computers or listening to headphones is enough
  • because what attracts you to mark is his work ethic,,,,and who he is as a person and what he’s passionate about
  • so you don’t need much,,,you’re just happy being able to support him and see him grow as this amazing person
  • and mark feels the same way about you
  • even though he gets cherry red whenever you give compliments or cheers of support,,,,,in his own way he gives you those too
  • and so what if doyoung is like “mark, take them somewhere exciting. i heard they’re opening a haunted house downtown in time for halloween~~~!!!” 
  • you and mark would rather chill in his dorm, eating ice-cream out the carton playing video games than getting high blood pressure at a haunted house
  • (except you totally both go and mark lee gets so scared that when he comes out of there you’re like ‘mark, look some white hairs’ and he’s like honestly i love you but this isn’t funny we almost dIED)
  • haechan actually really takes a liking to you, because you both - in very loving ways - known how to tease mark lee
  • although pda isn’t mark’s thing he does like it when you rest your head on his shoulder
  • you could just be tired in study hall, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms - curled up at his side or you could be falling asleep on the bus ride home,,,,,,having you close like that makes mark happy 
  • because he knows you’re safe - and that’s the only thing that matters 
  • actually,,,,even though couple items make mark cringe a bit, he’d still probably buy you matching hats because when does mark like not wear hats
  • he’d be like “im going to convince you that hats are the best” and you’ll be like “but hats don’t look good on m-”
  • mark: “hats make anyone cute, and you’re already cute, they make you double cute ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, don’t tell anyone i just said that”
  • if mark is eating bread again and taeyong comes around, you always hide it for him and you and mark just smile like angels up at him
  • and taeyong knOWS something fishy is up but you two are sooooo darn adorable
  • but also you text mark to eat dinner until he sends you photo-proof he did
  • “if you write a book and they turn it into like a cute cartoon movie - i want to voice a character”
  • “i,,,,haven’t even written the book yet,,,,”
  • “mark lee - i know you’re capable of it and you will do it. just promise me i can voice someone.”
  • when no ones around mark will kiss you, but it’s always fast and just a little peck
  • and you have to pull him back in by the collar or something because c’mon no one is watching,,,,,
  • the amount of times you’ve done something cute like peck his nose and mark has hid himself behind a book is uncountable 
  • face masks with mark while you’re quizzing each other for tests
  • jaehyun told you mark sleep talks and once said he’d like to marry you 
  • and you were like oh and mark was like “jeffery, i will ship you to canada where the moose will get you”
  • ^the most threatening thing mark lee has ever said. probably
  • you both like cold weather,,,,and tbh am i saying hot-chocolate dates in cozy sweaters ,,,,,,,, hell yES
  • i think mark tries to hide it,, but he’s just as excited about holiday’s as little kids are hehe
  • you have this habit that if you’re talking about something and mark scrunches his nose, you scrunch yours 
  • and he’s like hey!!! that’s my signature face and you’re like you gotta kiss me to get it back!!
  • (he does kiss you ,,,, after pulling up his hood to hide you two like pleASE mark lee,,,)
  • sometimes, you and him volunteer together instead of going on dates and johnny is like that’s wild,,,,yall are like mr and mrs obama and mark is like that makes no sense and johnny is just like i love my giving children
  • you and mark looking at each other like what is happening
  • skyping mark’s family and everyone keeps wanting to talk to you and mark is like hi hello im here it’s me your son - ok fine i get it my s/o is cuter than me,,,
  • cuddling!!!! is super rare but also super amazing!!!! and mark is embarrassed for the first 5 minutes but then it’s just holding you close, lazily looking at you scroll through your phone and then mumbling “i love you,,,” into your hair
  • mark secretly tries to get better at claw machines to impress you on dates to the arcade 
  • totally tries to be subtle,,,,but you can see from the corner of your eye that he’s staring when you’re just reading or fixing a strand of your hair
  • tbh mark lee has major heart eyes for you,,,,,,,,,as described by ten
  • mark actually teaches you to do more chores and you’re like babe,,,,whY and he’s like a messy dorm is horrible we’re basically living in small closets
  • he’s the kind of boyfriend that just makes you a better person,,,,it’s really refreshing 
  • you guys have inside jokes and sometimes it’s hard to hide so you have to bury your face in mark’s arm or something to not laugh out loud and sometimes he has to bury his face in your hair
  • “haechan wants us to take more photos together”
  • “ok, let’s take one!”
  • “ok come over he- why are you wearing my maple leaf sweater”
  • “to show support for my boyfriend :-)”
  • mark keeps finding little notes in his bags and books from you, reminding him that you love him and he keeps them all in a small tin jar
  • sometimes he doesn’t know how you’re so cute - it seems impossible
  • holding hands under the table when you and all of nct is out for lunch???? yes
  • (does doyoung catch you, but just wink and pretend he didn’t much to mark’s utter embarrassment- also yes)

tentaeil | johnny | doyoung | jaehyun | taeyong | yuta | bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen |

Eat that - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: Y/N meets the Spider-Man one night when he saves her life. Her friends don’t believe her story until certain spider comes to her rescue.

Featuring: Flash, Ned, Liz {kinda}.

Word count: 1250.


Y/N slapped herself mentally for allowing her mind to lose track of time and having to walk the dangerous streets of New York by herself late at night to get home. Walking as fast as she could, but not too fast to avoid looking suspicious, she turned into one street, finally three blocks away from her destiny. She felt relieved when she catched a glimpse of the tree from her house. She had made it safely, or so she thought.

“Night, kid.” A voice called seductively at her, sounding unknown and intimidating to her as a guy with a black hat on his head and a bandana tied over his nose, covering half down his face paced quickly to reach to her. Y/N’s eyes widened and she started running, but was soon caught by the man, who threatened her with a knife. “Just be quiet and you’ll make it out of this alive.” He promised, though it didn’t sound too real. Y/N fidgeted and squirmed, trying to free herself from his firm grasp, to take his hand away from her mouth and scream for help.

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Sam Holland Falling for you: Headcannon

  • Alright Sam Holland is such a cutie so I gotta show some love for him
  • So you’d meet Tom first
  • You met Tom while working as an intern on his new movie
  • You two would become the best of friends and after knowing each other for a while you flew home with home
  • He was so excited for you to meet his family
  • So you guys were almost to his house and you were so nervous but excited
  • Tessa would greet you at the door, of course
  • Tessa was so much cuter in person, even though you didn’t think that would be possible
  • Nikki and Dom welcomed you with open arms
  • Nikki told you the twins and Paddy were out doing something but they would be home soon
  • As you guys were chatting on the couch the front door opened and in walked three boys
  • They walked into the living room and you immediately locked eyes with a tall, cute, freckled face boy
  • He literally stopped in his tracks because of how beautiful you were
  • Sure he’d seen pictures of you but those pictures didn’t do you justice
  • “Finally, lads. I want you to meet someone.” Tom says and you guys stand up and walk over to them
  • “This is my friend I’ve been telling you about, Y/N. Y/N these are my brothers. The youngest here is Paddy, then this is Harry, and last but not least we have Sam.”
  • You shake their hands and when you touch Sam’s hand you felt SPARKS
  • You guys sat down on the couch as Nikki and Dom went to check on dinner
  • You sat between Tom and Sam and he’s all :))))))))
  • But then Tom puts his hand on your thigh and then he’s :(((((((
  • Of course you were dating Tom he thought to himself
  • Little did he know you thought of him only as a friend
  • “So, Y/N, We’re sorry you’ve had to spend all this time with Tom, but now you’re with the better brothers” Harry jokes
  • “Fuck off, mate” Tom says and you laugh
  • When Sam heard your laugh he thought the heavens had just opened
  • “What are you so quiet for, Sam?” Harry points out
  • His face turns SUPER red
  • “I’m always quiet.” He replies
  • Tom and Harry look at each other and give evil grins.
  • “Tom and Paddy I need your help.” Harry says out of the blue
  • “With what?” They ask at the same time
  • “No time for questions. This is urgent.” Harry lies and the two follow him
  • Leaving you and Sam alone ;)
  • It was awkward at first but then he decided to ask you about Tom
  • “So, uh when did you and Tom get together?”
  • You laugh
  • “Me and Tom? Dating? No, no we’re just friends.”
  • “Oh so like do you have a boyfriend back home or something?”
  • “No. I’m focused on myself and if someone happens to come along then that’s great, but if not that’s ok too”
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Now that he knew you were single he grew some confidence
  • Nikki called everyone for dinner
  • “How about I give you a house tour after dinner?” Sam asks
  • “I’d love it”
  • AAAAHHH
  • Once again you sat between Tom and Sam at the dinner table
  • Sam’s chair was quite close to yours
  • Your hands would “accidentally” brush up against each other and Tom and Harry would chuckle
  • Dinner was filled with laughter and getting to know the Holland’s.
  • Dinner was finished and you helped clean up
  • Sam thought it was so sweet
  • “Still up to give me a tour?” You ask Sam when you walk into the living room
  • “Tour of what? His bedroom?”
  • Sam gives his brothers a death stare
  • “Come on, Y/N, let me be a gentleman and show you everything.”
  • 10 seconds into the tour and this boy tripped over a chair
  • Poor boy was so embarrassed
  • “I’m sorry I have to laugh. But are you alright?” You help him up.
  • “I’ve been better.”
  • Clumsy by Fergie was literally his anthem when he was around you
  • WHAT A CUTE DORK
  • “This is just a random room/ office.”
  • You look in and see a piano
  • SAM PLAYING PIANO IS MY WEAKNESS OK
  • “Do you play?” You ask and step and to the room
  • “Uh Yeah. A little” He got shy about it
  • “Well I’d love to hear you play some time” You smile at him
  • LASTLY he showed you your room while you’d be staying with them and it was right next to his room :) how convenient
  • It was getting late and you were tired so you went to bed
  • He decided to go to bed BUT COULDNT SLEEP BECAUSE HE WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE YOUR FACE TOMORROW
  • YAY it was finally morning time
  • He walked out to see you and Harry sitting on the couch, laughing
  • He was a bit jealous
  • You were in a T-shirt and athletic shorts with a messy bun but he thought you still looked super beautiful
  • “Good morning, Y/N, how’d ya sleep?” He asks and sits down
  • “I slept really well. Thanks again for the tour.”
  • “Anything for our guest of honor”
  • HARRY ROLLS HIS EYES SO HARD
  • FAST FORWARD TO THE AFTERNOON
  • You guys decided to go on a walk
  • Harry and you had gotten close and we’re walking ahead of Tom and Sam
  • Sam decided to tell Tom he liked you
  • Tom was a little upset because he wanted to ask you out but he could tell you were into Sam
  • You stopped walking so Sam could catch up to you
  • Omgshewaitedformedoesshelikeme
  • “It’s so cold out. My hands are gonna freeze off” you say to him
  • Secretly you hoped he’d hold your hand
  • “Can I, uh, hold your hand? So um it doesn’t freeze of because t-that would kinda suck”
  • Smooth, Sam, very smooth
  • You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers
  • “Awwwww” you heard Harry and Tom exclaim
  • Sam flipped them off and you laughed
  • “So I was thinking. I should probably get your number or something so uh we can hang out more and stuff.”
  • “Sam, you guys are literally staying in the same house.”
  • “Thanks, Tom, I wasn’t aware.”
  • Ofc you give him your number and yes he DEFINITELY put cute emojis next to your name
  • UGH I just wanna date Sam Holland is that too much to ask for

A/N: SAM IS SO CUTE AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE CONTENT OF HIM ON THIS SITE. Also,this isn’t the best but it’s getting late so I rushed it a little. Kinda wanna make a part two??? If you want a part two let me know

Imagine Gabriel protecting you from Lucifer

Word count: 762

Warnings: kinda spoilers if you haven’t seen season 5.

A/N: Might turn this into like a mini series thing because it kinda ends on a cliffhanger. Also it was really hard to write my sin-namon roll Lucifer as a bad guy because I love him too much (I literally use quotes from the show in this though aha, I guess I block out all of the bad things he does). 

 requests for one shots/imagines are open.

(Part 2)

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you were flung to the side of the room. Breathing heavily, you reached up touching your head wiping away the blood which was dripping down your face. Lucifer walked over to your limp body before smirking and letting out a small laugh.

“Broken. Flawed! Abortions.” Lucifer announced as he lifted his foot ready to stomp down hard on your neck.

Instantly, Lucifer’s body was flung onto the opposite side of the room, painfully you pushed yourself into a sitting position looking up to see Gabriel running towards your weak body. His arms snaked around your waist as you leaned into his chest. Leaning down, he placed a kiss into your hair.

“Guys! Get her outta here.” Gabriel ordered to Sam and Dean after giving you a long kiss on the forehead.

Sam and Dean dragged you away from your boyfriend but you thrashed and screamed not wanting to be taken away from him. You knew what he was doing was suicide and that if you left Gabriel there would be a hundred percent chance you would never see him again. You continued to kick and scream as both Sam and Dean pulled you towards the door, you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes seeing sadness and love radiating off of them.

Suddenly Lucifer flicked his hand and the Winchester brother’s grips on your arms were released as they were blown back out of the room, the door closing quickly and locking behind them. Almost as soon as you were free from Sam and Deans grip, you ran back over to Gabriel pulling him into a passionate kiss which he quickly responded to, his wings wrapped around you protectively.

“Over a girl. Gabriel, really?” You and Gabe pulled away from each other when Lucifer spoke but his arm and wing were still wrapped around you pulling you protectively into his chest, “I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn’t catch anything.”

“Lucifer, you’re my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.” Gabriel spoke seriously causing you to giggle slightly making him look down at you and smile. His hand stroked your waist back and forth to calm you down from the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry Lucifer, I truly am, but I am in love with Y/N, she is my soulmate and I would do anything to protect her.” Gabriel dropped his archangel blade into his hand.

Lucifer’s head shot up once he heard the word ‘soulmate’, it had been thousands upon thousands of millenniums since an angel had found a soulmate and now he stood in front of one.

“Soulmate?” Lucifer spoke quietly to himself, confusion laced his voice and his face contained a shocked expression. Out of all of the possible outcomes to today that Lucifer could have thought of, this was definitely not one of them. His brother had found his soulmate and he was in complete and utter shock until the reality of what was supposed to be happening came crashing down quickly around him.

That’s when it happened almost too fast. With a flick of the wrist, you were ripped out of the comfortable hold of your boyfriend and thrown into Lucifer’s arms, an archangel blade pressed firmly against your neck. Your eyes flicked up to your boyfriend, he looked completely and utterly broken.

“Please Lucifer, don’t do this!” Gabriel begged, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave Y/N out of this.”

“Hm, Y/N… I quite like that name,” Lucifer replied before pressing the blade deeply into your neck.

Pain shot through your body as your throat filled up with blood and you gargled. You reached out to your boyfriend as darkness took over and your body fell to the floor.

“NO!” Gabriel screamed rushing over to your limp body, taking it into his hands as he rocked your empty body back and forth stroking a hand through your hair.

Tears overflowed his eyes when he heard the sound of fluttering wings fill the quiet room, he looked up to see Lucifer had gone leaving only him in the room, crying over your dead body.


You gasped loudly jolting up quickly, a hand reaching for your neck as you panted heavily. Confusion overcame you as there was no blood or any sign that you had your neck sliced open.

You quickly looked around the room and were shocked when you laid eyes on the person sat watching you next to the bed you were laid on.

“Chuck?”

Entry #11 - The First Beta - Smut - By @thelittlestkitsune

Originally posted by lets-imagine-tw

Author: @thelittlestkitsune
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Theo Raeken/Reader
Words: 10,541
Prompt:  “What, no witty repartee? What kind of villain are you?”



You’d always thought that being clawed by a werewolf would be the worst pain you’d ever felt. Worse than appendicitis, worse than the time you fell off the slide at the park and cracked your head open. But it wasn’t. Not to say it was enjoyable. It wasn’t a ten out of ten would recommend kind of pain but it was tolerable. I can get through this. You thought to yourself as you dragged yourself through the dirt, your broken skin brushing against the rough ground. Painful enough, but I’ll live. You heard the rustling behind you, knowing that whoever clawed you wasn’t far behind you, their footsteps or pawsteps getting closer to you. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn’t be so bad, I could get revenge on my landlord for jacking my rent up really high. You thought to yourself sardonically as you paused. “You shouldn’t be trying to get away from me sweetheart. You’re only going to injure yourself more.” You heard a male voice say, recognizing the tone. “Theo Raeken? Really? I mean of course you’re a werewolf, you’re like the sketchiest guy I know.” You sighed, the pain finally setting in as you rolled onto your back.

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Unexpected // Kian Lawley fluffy imagine

Pairing: Kian Lawley x reader

Warning!: kissing, swearing

Word Count: 1 781

Age: +14

Plot: You’re roommates with Bobby, Kian, Harrison, Jc and Corey. You get along with everybody, but for some reason Kian is the one, who messes with you the most. When you’re both filming a video together…

A/N: I really wanted to write a Kian imagine and idk why, but I’ll start writing requests soon, really soon. I just have work and I get home so late, I’m always so tired and then I have to write, because of that I’m not getting enough sleep. Which means I’m even more tired the next. Conclusion: I’ll start writing requests soon haha. Enjoy xoxo !

/Gif isn’t mine, but fits perfectly to this imagine so credits and love to it’s owner/

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs


So I’ve been living with boys for a couple of months now and it’s been great. At first they were acting a litlle weird, but it only lasted for a few days. I mean I’ve known them before and we’ve hung out. We were friends, but not close and when I told them I needed a place to stay they said that they were moving into a new house and maybe I’d want to join them.

I agreed, I mean it’s a beautiful house and they’re my buddies. So here I am. 


“Y/n! get down here!” I hear Jc screaming, I take my phone and go downstairs. “Can you make a video with me?” Kian asked me. I smiled and nodded “Yeah, of course. What’s it about?” I asked him and he giggled.

“I need you to tell me two basic girl lies and then one truth, I’ll try and guess them.” he said and I laughed. “Well okay, let me change my shirt I’ll be ready.” I said and went back to my room. I thought I’d only change my shirt, but turned out changed my whole outfit.

“You’re ready?” he shouts from downstairs. “Yeah, I’m coming!” I said and ran down the stairs. “Well, shit.” Jc says and starts laughing. “Okay, what? I got little carried away.” I said annoyed. Jc throws his hands up in the air and walks away. “Where are we filming?” I asked him and he pointed towards his room.

“Let’s go up, I sat my camera ready there.” he said and ran up. I laughed and ran behind him. He giggled “What are you laughing about?” “I put on heels not relising that my feet will not be in frame.” and he laughed too.

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Taken for Granted (pt 5)

As the days pass by, you seriously thought back to what Jin had told you. Was there a future in music for you? You did your fair share of research online, but you realized that nothing would beat real life experience in the music field. Simply looking up career details online wasn’t going to cut it. And to be honest, you didn’t have time to waste trying to find new careers. You wanted to find something that you were passionate about and quick.

But all of that would have to be put on hold though because you’re three months as a manager wasn’t up quite yet. You learned the love all the GOT7 boys, so you were thankful for the experience to get to know them through these three months. But each night, you hand was itching to play some instrument or write a bit of a new song so you couldn’t enjoy your job as a manager one bit.

However, you realized that the bts boys were making their comeback today and you couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t seen them in person since you started the job and though you kept in touch through texting, you were excited to see the boys after what seemed like years.

As you sat there in the waiting room watching the boys get ready, you realized you still had to keep your job a priority. So as much as you wanted to go see the other boys in their waiting room, you stayed planted on the small couch in this waiting room.

Pretty soon, the boys were called out for their stage and before you knew it, their stage was over as well. When looking at the schedule, you saw the BTS was performing last and you sighed, realizing you could only see them once the music show was over.

Knowing there wasn’t much work needed to be done till the show was over, you stood on the side of the stage when bangtan was finally called to perform. Your eyes lit up when your eyes landed on the seven of them. Man had you missed them.

Namjoon and the rest of the boys were ushered to the stage as they were the last performance before the winner for the week was to be announced. He found out through one of the other boys that you were also on the set today, and his heart sped up knowing that you were in the same building as him after weeks and weeks.

Unfortunately, though, you hadn’t come to visit the boys yet and he was getting anxious to see you. It’s not like he could just text you and ask when you were coming. Hell, he hadn’t talked to you since that night you left him wondering.

As the boys got in formation on stage, Namjoon coincidentally turned and saw you standing on the side of the stage. You were standing where there was barely any light, but Namjoon had no doubt that it was you. He could make out from just your silhouette and he found himself smiling and losing himself in his thoughts. So lost, that he didn’t hear the music starting. While the boys moved around him, he stood still, just looking in your direction.

Thankfully for him, it was not a live stage. Some of the fans watching started to laugh, and it took a few seconds for Namjoon to realize what he had been doing. He immediately bowed towards the camera, apologizing. When he turned back to your direction, he realized you had left. Were you even there in the first place, or was he just hoping you were there?

The boys finished their stage and eventually, all the groups stood on stage, waiting for the MC’s to announce the winner. You sat in the waiting room, looking at the TV. Without a doubt, BTS had won first place, even though it was their first stage for their comeback. You weren’t even surprised. Sure, you were a little sad that your group hadn’t won but who were you kidding, you were excited for your friends.

Bangtan returned to their waiting room with the trophy in their hands and smiles plastered on their faces. “Wow, on our first stage,” Jimin said happily, staring at the trophy.

The boys all settled down on chairs across the room. Luckily, they had a few hours before their next schedule and took their time getting changed. Namjoon couldn’t help but frown when he realized the show was now over and you still hadn’t come by. He was at least hoping to run into you in the halls, but you were out of sight, nowhere to be found. He almost wanted to visit Jackson in an excuse to see you, but he followed the boys back to their room instead.

“I’m going to go and find Y/N” Jin said suddenly. Namjoon stared after Jin as he got up from his chair and walked towards the door. However, before  Jin made it very far, someone knocked on the door. Jin hurried to open the door. “Y/N! I was just about to go and find you!” Jin said rather loudly. With his big frame, Jin blocked you from Namjoon’s view completely. Namjoon tried to move every which direction in his chair to try and see you but he could only see the top of your head or your shoulders at best.

Pretty soon all the other boys were rushing to the door to greet their friend and what little Namjoon could see of you was completely blocked now. I should just go and say hi he thought to himself.

“Y/N how have you been?!” Tae exclaims, pulling you into a bear hug.

“Can’t….breathe….gonna….die….” you joke. Jin pulls Taehyung off immediately with a frown. “

“Yah, watch what you’re doing.  You’re going to squish her to death” he says, almost blocking the boys from touching you.

“You’re just jealous that you didn’t hug her yourself,” Taehyung says back, sticking his tongue out and trying to reach for you again.

You were so happy seeing the boys again. You had missed them dearly and to see them joking around with you as if no time as passed truly made your heart warm.

“Oppa, I think I can fend for myself,” you tell Jin, wrapping your arms around his own. It seemed like a natural thing to do, but  Jin turned around to you, flustered.

Namjoon watches silently from the distance, wondering how to approach you. You seemed to be having fun and had that wonderful smile on your face, but he was scared that if he came near you, that smile would disappear.

As you began catching up with the boys, you realized that Namjoon wasn’t there. Instead, you saw him sitting in front of his mirror, typing away on his phone. He really hates me, doesn’t he? You think to yourself. Over the last couple weeks, your learned to forgive Namjoon. Sure, he never apologized to you or had he even realized what he had done wrong. But you decided to let his mistakes go, along with your feelings for him. If he wanted to be friends, then you would gladly accept it, but you were no longer going to try and be apart of his life if he didn’t want you in it.

After chatting with the boys for another few minutes, you realized you had to get back to work. Though the time was short, you were so happy that you were able to see the boys. You realized that your schedules actually coincided quite a bit with the music shows, so you promised to see them more in the following weeks. Namjoon knew that you were going to leave soon and he wanted to so badly just say a few words to you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

As you got up to leave, the boys bid you farewell. But you didn’t want to leave things the way they were. You just couldn’t. So before you walked to the door to leave, you walked to Namjoon.

“Hey.. It’s been a while” you say slowly. Namjoon whips his head in your direction, surprised that you were talking to him.

“Y-yeah”, he says, not being able to piece together more than a word. “H-how have you been”, he asks. It seems so foreign to him, to be talking to you, let alone asking you anything.

“I’ve been alright. I really liked the album oppa, it was great. I’ll see you around I guess? Bye,” you say, not knowing what else to talk about. So before giving a chance for him to reply, you turn and began your walk to the exit of the room. You bid the boys goodbye again and walk back to your own room, proud of yourself of being strong enough to talk to Namjoon. You did try to get over your feelings for him, but you weren’t sure how you would react if you would talk to him again. Would those feelings just come rushing back? But much to your delight, you didn’t have the same feelings as you did months ago. You were finally over Kim Namjoon.

But meanwhile, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel sad. You used to have this…this…light in your eyes when you talked to him. Sure, he thought he never paid attention to you before, but it was obvious as day now that the light was no longer there. You looked at him like you did at everyone else, and it tore away at Namjoon slowly. Why then, did he not appreciate you before? Was it because he thought you would always be there? Clearly, you wouldn’t always be there for him like he wanted now. Namjoon couldn’t shake whatever it was that he was feeling, but he knew he had to try to change things.


A/N: This part is kinda short because I kept deleting what I wrote because I didn’t like it. Let me know if you want a part 6~ And also tell me how you think this series should continue. I love that you guys enjoy this series and share it, so keep doing so~ I love hearing back from you guys. I’ll also be writing part 2 of the arrangement this week so look forward to that too!

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Prompt: Derek, master of tight black jeans and tight dark henley's, shows up to a pack meeting wear a soft blush pink sweater and light faded blue jeans and he just looks so soft Stiles wants to touch.

Stiles had learned a lot of things about Derek Hale, Beacon Hills’ very own grumpy werewolf with a dry wit and a heart of gold, over the years of knowing him.

For one, Derek Hale was a nerd behind the walls he had put up to protect himself – his feelings, his heart – after everything he had been through. He owned so many books, that they couldn’t even fit onto the many, many shelves he had put in the loft after he returned to the town the year before.

He had a movie collection that easily beat Stiles’ own, and he could talk for hours and hours about pretty much any historical event. Stiles knew from personal experience, had listened to him go on and on for a seemingly endless time, and he hadn’t been bored for a single second of it.

For another, Derek had incredible, although slightly boring, taste in music. Incredible because the music he did listen to was good and calming. Boring because there wasn’t a lot of variety, the same songs playing on repeat.

Stiles had only complained about it once (okay, maybe three times) but then he’d seen the relaxed expression on Derek’s face while the music filled the loft and he’d promptly stopped.

For a third, Derek had pictures of his family stored away somewhere. None of them were put up when the loft got redecorated, and no one in the pack had asked. Not even Cora.

For a fourth, Derek was a damn good cook and an even better baker. Stiles could eat his own weight in his cooking, probably more than.

For a fifth, Derek was as much of a big brother as he was a little brother. He could tease and annoy in his own way as much as he could protect and glare away anyone coming anywhere near the people he cared about.

For a sixth, Derek looked amazing in dark colors, and his typical tight black jeans and dark henley combo constantly made Stiles drool. Dark colors, Stiles had learned over the years, were Derek’s color. Stiles hadn’t seen him in any actual colors since that one blue shirt that was ruined in a fight all those years ago.

Stiles hadn’t even realized how much he had missed seeing Derek wearing colors. Not until Derek walked in through the door wearing a soft blush pink sweater that fit him perfectly and faded blue jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right places.

So really, he couldn’t be blamed for stopping mid sentence to turn and gape and stare.

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Uptown Girl [2]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you so much for all the nice responses to part 1!!! here’s part 2 hope you enjoy :) (this one’s gonna be in your/Y/N’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by fendirumi

I woke up feeling completely spent. The memories of that night came crashing down on me, making me relive the anxiety and fear that rushed all over my body as that man pointed the gun at me. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes when my thoughts flashed to my masked hero.

Spider-Man.

The warm hand that comforted me while I broke down. The softness of his voice when he made sure that I was alright. The way I felt more at ease talking to him than I did with people I actually knew. 

My heart raced fast again but not from fear but because of… something else. 

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Easy Peasy

Brief Summary: Tony Stark catches you watching Magic Mike and decides to give you a little show himself. 

Words:  3,108

Warnings: Smut and Fluff? Kinda if you squint. 

Pairing: Tony Stark X Female!Reader


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

A gasp escaped your lips, your eyes glued to the TV. A blush spreading across your cheeks as you watched the sexy scene play out before you. Of course, you had to be watching Magic Mike. Natasha had told you it was a great movie but shouldn’t watch it around Tony.Tony your boyfriend of nearly two years, who constantly has you involved in things you shouldn’t be involved in. Like the Avengers, and all of SHIELDS business. No secrets right? And through it all the raid on New York, the Winter Soldier mishap, and even Ultron (Who makes a murder bot anyway?) you two have stayed together and stayed happy.

Another hot scene had you fanning yourself as you sat on the couch, in the living room you and Tony shared on his floor. You almost felt like sliding your hand into your (F/C) PJs pants and pleasuring yourself since Tony was still in the lab. But somehow you managed to hold out a little long. The beat of the music coming from the TV and the way the strippers moved their bodies was such a turn on. And you could feel that warm heat pooling between your thighs as you shifted.

Just as you were about to give up and pleasure yourself, your boyfriend walks in the door with a thing of roses. But you can’t pull your eyes away from the TV.Tony, of course, notices this, normally you’d jump up and embrace him. This time you didn’t and he was a bit jealous. He set the roses down and walked over to see what you were watching. As soon as he saw Magic Mike playing he starred at you, shocked. You were never the type of girl to do this or watch such things. That’s what he was for, making his own mini (not- abusive, and kinda sweet) version of fifty shades of gray. Awakening your inner goddess, and well he loved doing it. Without a second thought, he stood in front of the TV, hands firmly placed on his hips.

“What do you think you are doing (Name)?” He huffed, clearly unpleased. Why would you want to watch a bunch of fake strippers instead of being with your boyfriend? Which of course meant hot sex.

“Tony.” You whined, leaning forward to push him out of the way of the TV. You didn’t care what you were doing, the way they moved their hips was mesmerizing. Even the sexiness that was Tony couldn’t compete with this.

He was a little hurt as she pushed him out of the way, did she really want the movie more than him? He was never the jealous type until you came along. He never wanted to share you and now that’s basically what it felt like he was doing. Moving back in front of the TV he glared at her.

“I’m here you know, I took off from the lab early just to see you. I went and got you roses too, to say I’m sorry for all the time in the lab. And now, now you’re choosing some movie over me? Your boyfriend?” His voice was laced with poison and honey. “This fake movie, with fake strippers. That’s not even what real strip clubs look like! Let alone the strippers! How can you even like that?” You glared at him a moment, but you felt a little bad. Tony did get off early for you, and the flowers. Hell, he even stopped watching porn for you, unless it was with you. 

“Tony it’s just a movie. And I just wanna finish it. That’s all.” But it was clear it was much more than that.He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his Arc Rector.

“Those dance moves aren’t even hard you know. Even Steve could do them.” You chuckled softly knowing you wouldn’t get to finish it tonight.

“Steve? Well yeah, probably he’s super buff and super flexible. He wouldn’t have trouble doing it.”

“Clint could too.” He huffed before glancing across the room. Clearly, he was jealous, and probably mad at the fact he put Steve striping into your head.

“Of course Clint could. Have you seen the way he trains with Nat? Or his arm strength.” You hum looking over your lover, finally seeing the jealousy in him.

“I could too.” He muttered under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear it. He knew he wasn’t as flexible as Steve or as strong. And Clint was a close second, but they couldn’t be that hard right?

A laugh rolled off your lips at that. “No, Tony, you couldn’t.” You didn’t mean it in a bad way, but you knew his body. He once even pulled a leg muscle from a position you guys were trying. He couldn’t do half, if any, of the dances they do in Magic Mike. Not that it bothered you, he was great at other things.

“I so could,” he glanced at the TV before nodding “Easy Peasy.” You, of course, raised your eyebrow to this. The idea of him moving his hips in such sinful ways just for you.Well, that got you wet, and now he had your full attention. Even though you knew he wouldn’t do it, it was a hot thought. You stood up moving to go turn off the movie before you felt his arms round your waist, stopping you.“I don’t think so (Name)” He growled seductively, pressing his hips against you roughly. He was easily semi hard and very protective at the moment.You let out a small groan, feeling his body against yours. You were so sensitive from trying to sit through that movie, you forgot about your own desire. 

“Tony I just wanna turn off the movie.”

“No.” He growled again but it was rough, more like a command. A smirk forming on his lips as he stood you up properly and ran his hand up your chest before down to cup your crotch. You back firmly pressed against his chest.You let out a loud gasp, clearly able to feel his fingers through the thin material of your (F/C) Pj bottoms. 

“Tony..” You whisper softly, your hips slightly swaying into his.That earned a small hiss from him, you knew those sexy hip-hugging pants weren’t helping his erection. Even though he tried to keep you still, you turned in his arms and kissed him. Once your lips were on his he lost it, his hands desperately roaming your body trying to pull you closer. Your hands slid down his chest going straight for the button on his pants. He grabbed your hands with a smirk on his lips, which were currently pressed against your neck.

“Baby, I’m hot just like an oven..” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You made this playboy get that hot? “I need some lovin’,” He whispered after a few seconds.He was not doing what you thought he was. You pulled back and looked at him to see if he was really serious about this. “And Baby, I can’t hold it much longer, It’s getting stronger and stronger.” He hummed out softly, oh he was so going to ass an ass cause of the movie. “And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing, sexual healing.” He sang softly before lightly rolling his hips into yours.You let out a soft moan before chuckling softly. 

“Tony stop playing around and let me have you.” You huffed softly before he ran his hands over your hips.

“JARVIS, play my track.” He spoke to the ceiling before setting you softly on the couch. As sure as you were sitting there Marvin Gaye; Sexual Healing started playing. 

You chuckled quite loudly looking up at Tony with an amused look.“What now Tony? You gonna dance for me?” You teased before rolling your eyes. You honestly knew he wouldn’t ever do anything to make a fool of himself. It wasn’t who he was, and well you kinda wished he would be silly to you.

“I am, actually. Easy Peasy.” He smirked before swaying his hips softly to the beat. He took his white blazer in his hands softly sliding it off his shoulders before flipping it back on. “Just enjoy.” He purred before sliding his hands down, hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of his jeans. Circling his hips to the beat of the music, a small hip thrust between each circle.You could feel your cheeks heating up, you honestly couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Tony, The Tony Stark, giving you a private strip show. 

You fidgeted on the couch, unable to sit still. You looked at him, clearly undressing him as he went on.Your looks only encouraged him more, cause as nervous as he was, he knew you would enjoy this. He finally shimmed his blazer off, tugging on his shirt before lifting it up a little. You obviously couldn’t help yourself as you let out a little cheer for him. That made his cheeks go pink, slowly pulling his shirt off and throwing it to you.

“Woooh! Take it off!” You cheered your boyfriend on, no matter how embarrassed you clearly were. Tony smiled widely before sliding his hands over his hips, slowly popping the button on his jeans. His eyes would slowly crawl over your body, oh how he wanted to quit this stupid show and take you. But he wouldn’t he needed to prove no one is better than him, besides you of course.You felt like you would start drooling any moment. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan, as you watched him palm at himself through his jeans. His head tipping back with a moan of your name rolling off your lips. You stood up walking over to him, leaning in and kissing him roughly. You didn’t wanna play this game anymore, you wanted him now!He chuckled and interlocked your fingers with his before pulling away from the kiss. 

“No Touching (Name), or you won’t get any tonight.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You were trembling, just wanting his hands all over your body. A soft whimper falling from your lips as he once again sat you on that dreaded couch. You wanted to protest but he wouldn’t have any of it. But instead of stepping back to the spot he was in, he kicked your legs apart softly standing between them. His hands caressing your face before running into your hair as his circle and thrust his hips so close to you.

Shaky hands slide up his thighs, you were wondering if he would stop you but he didn’t. You trailed your fingers over the top of his somewhat exposed boxers before slowly pulling the zipper down. But as soon as you were going to touch him, he pulled away and stepped back into his spot slowly working his pants off his hips. His hands tugging on his boxers before pulling them back up.You cursed under your breath, he was really drawing this out. 

“Tony, please..” You whined softly before he smirks, his eyes dark and full of lust.

“Please, what Sweet Cheeks~” He purred his hand rubbing himself softly through his boxers, keeping direct eye contact with you the whole time. He knew what you wanted, he wanted it as well.

“Get over here and let me have you!” You begged softly, hating the fact that he was working you up so much. But the need in your voice clearly affected him, he couldn’t think straight any longer.

“Come here Kitten~” He purred holding out his hands to you, you jumped up before even taking his hands. A chuckle passed through his part lips before he kissed you roughly, backing you up into the wall. His hips firmly pressed into yours, causing you to gasp loudly into the kiss. Giving him time to slip his tongue in, slowly twirling around yours.God, he had such a talented tongue, and hands which were currently pushing your PJs bottoms off your hips. 

“Mmm,” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips stroking along your silk laced panties. Okay, maybe you were going to surprise him when he finally got home. In your defense, you haven’t had sex in about a month and you so wanted him to want you.“You got new panties? Just for me (Name)?” He smirks breaking the kiss before his hands slid your shirt up and over your head. “Mmm, I like it.” His dark eyes, frighten and excited you all at once. You have never seen him like this before, but you loved it. His kissed down your chest, his hands resting in the small of your back pulling you closer to his lips as he got onto his knees.You gasp running your fingers through his short hair as his tongue traveling along the top of your silk panties. 

“T-tony.” You moaned softly, tugging on his hair lightly. He growled seductively before easily sliding your panties over to push a finger into you, a soft groan coming from him.

“My god (Name) you are so wet.” He panted softly, pumping his finger in and out of your quickly. Your breath caught in your throat as your head tipped back against the wall. Legs trembling turning to jello as your boyfriend worked on you.Soon even he couldn’t hold back at he pulled his finger out licking it off slowly. “Always so tasty.” He bites his lip as he slides your panties down your legs, god your legs were such a turn on to him. You still had your head back against the wall, eyes closed and whimper for more. You expected to feel his hands lifting on thigh over his shoulder and his tongue on your clit. But instead, he surprised you with removing his boxers and quickly standing putting your leg around his hip as he rammed into you. 

Both your mouths flying open, moaning loudly. He knew he wouldn’t be lasting long, not after drawing it out so long. But to make sure you would finish with him, he slides his hand to roughly rub at your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts.Moan after moan slipped out of your mouth and into his ear as your nails dragged up and down his back. Leaving scratches and red marks with every swipe, which caused his hips to thrust harder. Reaching over to the small end table beside you for balance, you both quickly knocked it over. The rough thrust he was giving you easily vibrated the wall knocking over quite a few pictures.But neither of you cared, you could always clean later, right now you two danced on the edge of release. His thrust easily got sloppy and you could feel that familiar coil in your lower stomach heating up. 

“Tony, god! Ah! TONY!” You cried out as he finally pounded against that sweet spot inside you. Your legs were shaking violently, instead of giving you the chance to catch your balance he scooped up your other leg wrapping it around his waist.Sometimes you forgot how strong your boyfriend really was, he could easily lift you and throw you about, despite your weight. Intertwining your fingers into his hair once more, you yanked him into a rough kiss. Tongues battling for dominance as he roughly gave a few more thrusts into you. Your muscles clenching and tightening around him, letting out a cry of pure pleasure as he took you to heaven and back. 

With a few rougher, sloppy thrust he was seeing stars behind his closed eyes lids, groaning out your name. You both worked your hips lazily through your orgasms before panting roughly. Tony head buried in your neck, your head tipped back against the wall. Your chest rapidly pounding against each other, sweat covering every inch of your bodies.Despite his legs feeling as if they would give out any second he slowly carried you into the bedroom, careful to avoid the mess you both made. He laid you down on the bed, crawling in beside you still panting.

“You tell… anyone. I did that… our sex tape.. will go viral..” He panted softly, curling his body into yours. All you could do is nod as you were breathless. You smiled at him before chuckling softly. “What’s so. funny?” He looked at your curiously, unsure why you were chuckling.

“You were better than the strippers on that movie, and I want another show.” You managed to say all in one breath before your cheeks heated up. He smirks softly and kisses her quickly. His arms snaking around your body, pulling you to lay on him. You happily put your head on his chest, fingers softly touching the corners of his Arc Reactor.

“I want a show too.” He whispered before closing his eyes, running a hand through your wet hair softly. All you did was a nod and slowly drift off on his chest.


~The Next Morning~

Steve and Natasha had begun to worry when Bruce told them Tony hasn’t been in the lab all morning. And the fact that you weren’t bopping around the tower with your cheery attitude. They didn’t know what could have happened, but Bruce remembered hearing a lot of crashes last night. Clearly thinking the worst they rushed up to Tony floor.

Once they saw the mess everywhere, they were afraid something had really happened. Steve rushed to look around before stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, his cheeks going flush. Natasha and Bruce ran to his side before Tony smirked at them and put his finger to his lips.You were still curled up on his chest with a thin blanket draped over both of your guys lower halves. But the part of your chest that wasn’t pressed tight against Tony’s side was in clear view of the other three Avengers.

Natasha chuckled softly before taking both of the blushing boys back to the elevator. “What the hell did they do to their apartment last night..” Steve mumbled before Bruce leaned over and whispered into his ear as his face paled. Natasha kept a smirk on her face, oh she was going to tease you forever now.





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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Bucky x Reader about a librarian who helps the Winter Soldier learn about what he's missed since the War. He comes in so much that she starts to fall for him but doesn't want to compromise their librarian/patron relationship. So that leaves Bucky to use his old charm to win her heart. Sounds totally sappy I know.

buddy, i hope u know that im a hoe for sappy things :)

words: 1146

warnings: my garbage mouth, fluff is not my strong suit but neither is anything else whoop here we go, there’s also like three (3) whole dialogues in this rip

also, i didn’t completely “finish” this request so to say, i just kinda left it as an opening for possibility, im sorry

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anonymous asked:

Maybe 29 or 30!!

anon: 29!!

i took these two requests and merged them together! hope you both enjoy :-) 💝

29. “Come over here and make me.”

30. “You better watch yourself.”


Games with Harry are fun, Y/N will admit.

He’s ace at Scrabble, a great opponent at Monopoly and surprisingly incredible at Twister, considering he’s such a clumsy dolt (she credits his success to his lanky limbs).

But there is one game in particular that is Y/N’s favorite to play with Harry because she knows she always has a fighting chance of winning: their sex withdrawal game.

She doesn’t know if it’s necessarily a game– a bet is more like it. The rules are fairly simple: No sex for an agreed amount of time and the person that caves first has to do all of the dishes for a week. Kissing and canoodling is allowed, but they can’t touch each other anywhere between the legs. Breaking that guideline accounts for immediate forfeit. Plain and simple.

It’s Harry’s favorite game as well and ever since he got off on a small break from promo, a couple of weeks before the movie comes out, he’s been itching to get home to start a round of it with Y/N. With everything that has been happening in the past couple of months, they hadn’t done it in a while and he thinks it’s about time they go head-to-head once again (pun intended).

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