i look like i was rained on when i wear pyjamas

BTS Reaction | the other members noticing the hickeys your boyfriend left on you

request: “Hello love can you do a BTS reaction to another member noticing the bruises/hickies bts left on their s/o? (maybe your bts boyfriend being in the same room when it happens haha!!)”


Kim Seokjin

“Didn’t you wear this turtleneck shirt yesterday as well?” Your boyfriend asked you. You rolled your eyes. “And who’s fault is it?” You looked at him with a serious look. “Mine?” He said surprised. You slipped in your shoes and Jin helped you get in your coat. You wanted to leave together with the other boys to get something to eat and you all stood in the entrance and waited for Taehyung who clearly took his time to get dressed. You turned around after you got into your coat and lowered the hem of your shirt to reveal the hickeys he left last night. Jin raised both eyebrows and pushed your hem back up, while he started to giggle. “You’re enjoying that, right?”


Min Yoongi 

You were busy cutting the vegetables as Hoseok came closer from behind with his eyes fixed on your neck. “What is that?” He said while stroking over the dark red spot on your skin. You covered your neck with your hand and immediately turned around to look at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch. “I marked my territory.” He said calmly without looking up from his phone. Hoseok just widened his eyes and pulled his hand back. “I’ll never ask again.”


Kim Namjoon 

“Why don’t you take your scarf off? It’s pretty hot in here.” Taehyung asked, pointing towards the fabric that was tightly around your neck. “You really should take it off.” Your boyfriend added, while giving out the chopsticks for dinner. “You know damn well why I can’t.” You caught him by surprise. “What? Why?” He said confused. You loosen the scarf to reveal the hickeys he left the night before, all over your neck. Namjoon burst out into laughter while the others were astounded by the amount he left. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed about them, they should all see that I treat you well.”


Jung Hoseok

You were together with the boys at practice as they took a little break to eat something. Meanwhile your boyfriend, Jungkook and Jimin showed you on what choreography they were working on, as you joined them for fun. The last pose of the choreo was with your hands over your head what caused your shirt to slide upwards revealing the hickeys that were all over your stomach. “Are those Hickeys?” Jungkook asked surprised. You didn’t even get it at first what he was referring to until you looked in the mirror and saw them yourself. Hoseok came immediately over to your side to cover you with a hug. “Wooaaa! Jagi! Don’t show them!!”


Park Jimin 

“Jimin!“ you yelled from inside the bedroom. Your boyfriend was already in the kitchen preparing something to eat for breakfast while you still were in your pyjamas lying in bed. You noticed the bruises he left on you immediately as you looked in the mirror. You rushed out of your room to face Jimin, who looked up surprised. “What is it babe?” You pushed your pyjama pants, that were already pretty short even higher up to show him the bruises on your tights. Jimin stopped you and gently pushed your pants back down and looked over your shoulder. You didn’t notice that all of the other boys were already sitting at the table and eating and you stood there half naked covered in hickeys. They all had their mouth open and Jimin tried to cover you up. “Maybe you should dress yourself first?”


Jeon Jungkook 

You tried your best to cover up the spots, by wearing a big hoodie that didn’t show any skin and you really thought that nobody would notice it. But the minute you bend down to pick something up, the hoodie slid up a little bit, just enough to reveal the hickeys Jungkook left on you. “What did Jungkook do to you?” Yoongi asked with a calm voice. You jumped up and the other members turned towards Jungkook, teasing him about it. “Our Maknae really did grow up, huh?” He would act very embarrassed about the situation but in fact like it and give you a smirk. 


Kim Taehyung 

“Do you need another towel?” Jin asked you while you rubbed your hair dry. “No thanks.” You rejected him friendly. You got into the rain while you got take out food for the boys together with Jin and now were nearly completely soaked but fortunately you didn’t wear anything white that would turn transparent by now. The only thing you forgot were the hickeys your boyfriend left on your neck that you covered with make up in the morning. Jin’s eyes would be fixed on your neck while you dried your hair. “Hey Y/N, did you hurt yourself there?” He came closer with his eyes narrowed at your spots till he realised. He immediately turned red and stepped back. You turned around to face him and didn’t get at first why he was blushing so hard. Oh Shit, you thought as you saw that the others were already starring at you but the only one that was offended as fuck was your boyfriend. “You did cover them? You know how much effort I spend in them?” Then everyone would look towards Taehyung with a questionable look. 

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 8/12

 Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Panic Attack scene mixed with vomit

A/N: I quote from my favourite poetry book Salt in this part, s/o to whoever sees the ref!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 

Eddie walked into his home, his heart hammering in his chest and washing his blood around his system at a high rate; after checking stuff off his bucket list such as skipping school, smoking a cigarette, kissing someone and stand up in the back of a car/truck of some sort with the wind in his face (bonus points that it was to Hey Jude) he was feeling starstruck after such an eventful day.

It was all because of Richie.

Eddie felt breathless, but in the best way possible. For once, he wasn’t reaching for his inhaler despite him losing it. For once, Eddie had rebelled for once in his life and didn’t regret a minute of it.

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Kim Jongin//Pop Up

Summary: The story of how you met a teleporter, lost a boy, and found out more than you figured you ever would about the world, yourself, and Jongin.
Scenario: teleportation!au, fluff, angst
Word Count: 7,285

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ok losers it’s your girl polcry here to run you through the basics of what the darn heck to bring with you to university to cover your naked body 

B A S I C S 

If you’re edgy and ~minimalist~ these’ll probably comprise the majority of your wardrobe. Regardless, you’re going to want to bring at least a few each of these.

LEGGINGS: at least one black pair, possibly more if you’ve accepted the inevitability of not giving a shit how you look at for 9ams. You can also get funky and bring patterned ones if you so desire, you maverick.

JEANS: I prefer jeggings for the comfort feel and ability to do spontaneous high kicks, but if you’re a fashionista boyfriend or bootcut jeans are cool too. Trust me, the freshman fifteen is real and if you have to choose between a lil’ too big and a lil’ too small, go big. Belts exist for a reason.

T-SHIRTS: you can get a wide array of fits of tees, so bring a few of your favourite style in simple colours like white/black/grey/striped. I find slightly wearing a slightly oversized tee gives off a certain effortless vibe, especially if you tuck the front in to the waistband of jeans to give it an IDGAF drape and pair with cute AF shoes. Hella cute with no effort. 

SWEATSHIRTS/JUMPERS/SWEATERS: I live in jumpers. I’m not going to lie. Go oversized with leggings or skinny jeans, maybe add a layer underneath if it’s a lil’ chilly. If you live somewhere that feels like the depths of Antartica, you might want to go with a finer knit and layer under and above. The struggle of getting a thick coat over a chunky jumper is real, guys. Turtlenecks, crew necks, V-necks. They’re all good. Avoid collecting too many sweatshirts with your university’s name on it, though - you will look over-enthusiastic. 

SHOES: one word: COMFORT. Campuses are big places. Chances are, you’ll be walking a fair bit. I love trainers - I have a pair of black Nikes, a pair of white Reeboks and a black slip-on pair. Converse, Adidas, New Balance are all popular. They crop up on the feet of almost everyone. Look down, and I guarantee the vast majority of any university class are wearing trainers. 

If you’re like me and enjoy torturing yourself, you can also wear heeled boots. I find them weirdly comfortable, probably due to my excessively hyperextended knees. Pointy ankle boots always look chic, but frankly people will be so surprised that you’ve made an effort that any type will impress. Zara’s always a good choice for cute boots. 

I’d avoid opened-toed or flats that expose a lot of your foot during autumn/winter/spring. It’ll probably rain, and then you’ll be cold and miserable and have soggy feet. Wellies (or rainboots for you strange Yanks) are a good choice if you’ll be in a wet climate (hello England), but they can be a bit cumbersome. Try and get some lower-cut ones to reduce the weight and to stop you from stomping excessively. 

COATS: this is pretty personal. Again, if it’s wet, I’d recommend something at least water-resistant. I have a North Face windbreaker that I keep in my car in case it starts tipping it down, but it’s not particularly warm. Leather/suede jackets look cute but are not a good choice if it looks like it might rain. Other than that, anything goes. I have a cute beige pea coat from ASOS that I love, and a shearling jacket from Bershka which is far too cool for a dork like me.

L O U N G E W E A R 

PJs: buy yourself some new ones. Please. Your flatmates don’t want to see your lady parts through that ever-expanding hole in the crotch. Some university flats feel like the pits of hell, so it might be a good idea to bring a few pair of short PJs too. You can always swap them out for joggers or leggings when you’re not snoozin’. I can always find cute pyjamas in Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Primark. 

SWEATPANTS: as comfy as PJs but with the added bonus of being socially acceptable. Whether you prefer a tapered, slim fit or big ‘n’ baggy, make sure they’re stain-free and don’t smell funky. Bring a couple of pairs and rotate through as necessary. 

BRAS: regardless of whether you have the athletic capabilities of a sloth or Michael Phelps, you will want to bring sports bras. Hides the nips with basically no discomfort. Bralettes are cute too, but I’m an advocate of sports bras if you’re just slugging out in front of Netflix and nobody is going to see it. Forever 21 do a massive selection of surprisingly pretty sports bras with all sorts of fancy backs. Not so good for exercising, but really the majority of people don’t wear sports bras to exercise. 

F A N C Y 

PARTYING: this will depend a little on where you attend university. For me, going out outfits are high-waisted jeans, a fancy-ish crop top and flat shoes of some description. Club floors get hella slippery. More casual dresses are fine too, but make sure you gauge what your friends are going to be wearing so you don’t look too overdressed.

EVENTS: bring a nice dress or trousers/shirt. There will be fancier events (sports balls, end of term balls, society balls). They don’t always require black tie, so a cocktail dress is a good choice. Boys, bring a suit jacket. It doesn’t have to be tails or a tux, but bringing a tailored blazer that’ll match or compliment a pair of trousers you own will come in handy. And absolutely NO JEANS. Along the same lines, bring at least one pair of smart shoes/heels. Ladies, flats are more than acceptable for fancy events. Just make sure they’re cute. 

BUSINESSWEAR: “But Isabelle!” I hear you cry, “I’m in college! I don’t need businesswear!” Yes, my friend, yes you do. Interviews happen. You might need a part-time job, or get a spontaneous interview for an internship. Bring an office-appropriate skirt/trousers and a blouse/shirt, and some simple, smart shoes. You don’t have to go full-on Olivia Pope, but make sure you have one suitable outfit in your repertoire. 

Q U I C K   T I P S 

Accessories make an outfit: bring a choice of belts, scarves and miscellaneous wraps or shawls. By throwing on a buckled belt and a cute layered necklace, you can go from meh to a-meh-zing. 

Sign up for student discounts: British students, that means unidays. Register with your university email for discounts ranging from 10-25%. They’ll notify you when retailers that don’t have a permanent discount (like H&M) run promotions as well. Make sure you use your discount for eating out and going to the cinema, too!

Quality > quantity: the capsule wardrobe trend is real, folks. I’m an advocate of having a smaller, but better-made and better-fitting, wardrobe over one that’s overflowing and filled with cheap, low-quality clothing that’ll last a couple of wears. If you’re wearing pieces day-in day-out, make sure they’re flattering and of good quality. Having a smaller wardrobe makes moving in and out easier, too, and you’ll spend less time staring at all your clothes trying to mentally piece together something cute. 

Expensive =/= good quality: along the same lines, just because something is pricy doesn’t automatically make it of good quality. You can get really good basics at affordable shops. Feel the material (and make sure it’s relatively opaque), make sure the stitching is solid, and that it doesn’t have pulls or piling or holes. I like New Look and ASOS for simple pieces. 

Make an effort: it sounds silly, but lecturers and tutors do appreciate it when you don’t turn up looking like you’ve just rolled out of bed. Looking presentable makes them feel like you want to be there, which can make them a) like you more and b) more inclined to want to help you out if you need it. It isn’t that hard to put a pair of jeans and a blouse on instead of throwing a pair of joggers on under the T-shirt with ramen stains on that you slept in the night before, is it?

That’s pretty much it. University is a place to explore your own personal style, and you’ll see a massive variety in how people dress. Express yourself, learn what you like on, and don’t feel under pressure to dress a certain way! Style is definitely a creative outlet, so if you want to - use it and enjoy yourself!!

Glad to be Back - Kai Anderson Smut

Pairing - (kinda) OC Kai Anderson/Reader

Warning - Smut, major lack of proof reading, slight allusion to domestic abuse?

Word Count - 2312

Summary - You’re back in town after a few years and Kai is more than happy to see you

A/N - so my last Kai writing was super popular so I thought I’d do another one (plus I’m v shook abt last nights episode and need to release some Kai). But ya, enjoy and request who/what you want me to write next!

“Winter, please. I really don’t have anywhere else to go. You know my parents, they won’t want-they won’t let me back!” You mumble into your phone. 

“I know y/n, and honestly I’d love for you to stay but there’s just so much shit happening here at the mo-” Your high school best friend, Winter, goes quiet on the phone suddenly. “Hello? Winter? Has the line cut or something?” You say, worried that you’d just lost your last hope. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend, well, your now ex-boyfriend after months of wanting to, but being too scared to. You finally did it, but he kicked you out of your shared apartment and no you had no where to go. You turned to the first person you could think of, Winter. “No, no, it’s fine, I just - anyway, you can stay here, I don’t know why I was even thinking of turning you away! When are you getting here?”

You lived about an hour away from Winter’s, so you grabbed all the clothes and personal items you could while your ex was out, took your car and drove. It was slightly cathartic, driving along the highway, singing your favourite songs. It almost distracted you from the worry and stress of the breakup, of the months of shit you had put up with. You knew the way to Winter’s like the back of your hand. You used to visit her every weekend when you first moved away, but you grew apart a little when you went to college. When you arrived, the streets were eerily quiet. You remembered when kids would play out on their front lawns, whether it was beaming sunshine or pouring rain. ‘What is happening here?’ you asked yourself, while mentally preparing yourself to see your friend for the first time in about a year. You texted each other and called every now and then; you remember how upset she was on the phone on the night of the election.

“You can stay in my room for now. I’ll talk to Kai about getting you your own room. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Winter said with a smile, leading the all too familiar way to her room. It was strange. You hadn’t been here in years, but you still remembered everything about it. Winter made you feel at home, and you settled in quickly. You and Winter were sat on her bed, catching up, when you heard the front door slam. “That’ll be Kai. I’ll go tell him that you’re here now” she said, slinking out of room. You listened lightly to the faint words you could catch of their conversation. “Y/n’s here now, Kai. When are you gonna talk to her?”

“Send her down to me later tonight…” Their conversation became even more faint, you couldn’t even make out what they were saying. Kai sounded different. You hadn’t seen him for years. When you were a teenager, after hitting puberty, you remember him always checking you out when you’d go round to see Winter, and she always used to tease you about it, the two of you finding it hilarious that the guy you saw as your older brother was checking you out. You’d laugh, but secretly you loved it; you used to have the biggest crush on Kai, but looking back, it may have simply been because an older, more mature guy had taken an interest in you, instead of all the immature boys who oggled at you at school. You had all of these fond memories coming back to you, it made you excited to be back. In some respects, Winter and Kai were your family now.

You and Winter were in your pyjamas watching a film in the lounge, you wearing a huge black t-shirt of Kai’s that barely covered your ass that Winter had let you use, since in the rush to leave your apartment you forgot to pack any. You heard someone going down into the basement behind you. You turned to look, and as you did Winter spoke “Kai said he wanted to talk to you, y/n. You should go down to the basement and see him. He was super excited to know you’re back” she grinned, poking you in the ribs. You hit her shoulder playfully and hopped of the sofa and skipped downstairs ti the basement. You remembered coming down here when you and Winter were teenagers to drink spirits you stole from your parents cupboards and smoke weed you’d buy from the high school dealer.

“It looks better on you.” You heard a voice you instantly recognised as Kai’s from hearing him earlier say as you reached the bottom of the basement stairs. You went round the corner to see him sat on the sofa, legs crossed and hands in his lap, a smile plastered on his face. “Thanks” you say, a small smile playing on the corners of you mouth, giving him a little twirl like you were a little girl showing off her new dress. As you span, the shirt lifted up a little more, giving Kai a perfect view of your ass. He groaned internally. You were even more perfect than he remembered. “You look great y/n. How long has it been…three, four years now? God you were 18 when I last saw you”. Your smile dropped “Yeah…I missed you guys you know” you say, looking down at you hands suddenly feeling bad that you hadn’t visited as often as you’d have liked. “We missed you too y/n. We’re really happy to have you back, but don’t feel bad” he said, obviously picking up on you guilt. You decided to change the subject, not wanting this to be a sad moment. “So, blue hair now, huh? It never really was your colour” You say jokingly, winking at him. “Ah, y/n, ever the tease” he says, smiling. He gets up off the sofa and walks over to the wooden table and sits down at it. “Winter said you wanted to talk to me about something?” He beckoned you to join him at the table and almost like a magnet, you were drawn over to sit opposite. He held out his pinky, looking deep into your eyes, silently asking you to wrap yours around his. “Kai, we haven’t done this since we were kids…” you giggled. When you were kids, Kai would always interrogate you and Winter like this by making you pinky promise whenever you were upset about something and he wanted to find out why. He continued looking into your eyes. You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly and took his pinky. 

“Why are you back y/n?” He looked at you so hard, it felt like he could see directly into your soul. “I, um, I just wanted a fresh start I gue-” Kai cut you off “Don’t lie to me, y/n. You know I know when you’re lying.” He was right. There was no point lying to him. “I broke up with my boyfriend, I had nowhere else to go, Kai. You know me and my family don-” He cut you off again. “Was the sex good?” He deadpanned, his face as straight as an arrow. “Kai…Why are you asking me this? I don’t want to talk about him! You haven’t seen me for four years and you’re asking me about my sex life?” You retort, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes, not wanting to think about your ex, especially like this. Thinking of your ex scared you. All you could see in your mind was the sheer anger on his face as you told him you were leaving, and years of putting up with his constant cruelty. “Did he fuck you well?” He asked, his grip on your pinky tightening. “Sometimes.” Kai let out what sounded like almost a low growl. “He didn’t deserve you, y/n. No one deserves you but me.” “What are you talking abo-” 

The next thing you knew, Kai had lifted you up onto the table and was kissing you deeply, his large hands holding your waist while your legs instinctively clung around his torso. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you for entrance, which you quickly granted. You moaned into the kiss before realising what was going one and you then pulled away quickly. “What are you doing?” You say, looking up into his dark, lust-filled eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for, do you, y/n? You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to fuck my sister’s hot friend for?” He growled. “Let’s see if I can fuck you better than your ex, shall we?” He said, before leaning forward and attacking your neck with his lips. Without thinking, you began grinding against his hard on, needing friction against your clothed cunt. This time, Kai pulled away, and you whined at the total loss of contact. “Stand up, y/n” he said gently. You swiftly hopped down from the table, looking up at Kai. He took a few steps backwards “You look so sexy in that shirt. Take it off” You did as you were told, his gravely voice sending more heat straight to your core. You pulled the t-shirt over your head, leaving you in your sheer, black lace bra and panties. “Fuck” he muttered to himself. His hard on had evidently grown by now, straining against his pants. He noticed you looking at this “you can help me in a minute sweetheart. Take those off first though.” You quickly tore off your bra and pulled your panties down and stepped out of them, and closer to a groaning Kai. You took another step forward and began palming him through his jeans with one hand, while using your other hand to toy with your clit, needed some kind of friction there. Kai pulled his shirt over his head as you snaked down onto your knees. This caused Kai to swiftly pull down his pants and boxers and step out of them as his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You licked your lips and quickly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest of his length with your hand. You looked up at Kai to see him with his head thrown back and moaning your name. “You look so fucking hot with your mouth full of my dick y/n” he purred. This motivated you to take even more of his in your mouth. Kai grabbed the back of your head and began thrusting himself into your mouth. A few seconds later you felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, so you hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed on his cock harder. The next minute, he was moaning loudly as he filled your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all you could, but some of it trickled down your chin, and you pulled away from his cock and wiped away the dripping juices with the back of your hand. 

“Such a good girl, y/n” He purred in your ear after pulling you up and backing you back against the table. You hopped back onto it and began grinding your naked cunt against his cock, your pussy practically dripping with anticipation. “Please Kai…” you plead. “Please what sweetheart? I can’t help unless you tell me what you want” He said huskily. “Fuck me, Kai, fill me up with your big cock” you purred. This caused Kai to moan loudly as his hands slipped down to your folds. One hand on your clit, the other hand making use of two fingers that quickly slid inside you. “So wet for me, sweetheart” he whispered. “Please Kai!” you begged, arching your back as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you. “As you wish, y/n”. He pulled his fingers out, but they quickly replaced with his cock as he thrust deep into you. With one of his hands rubbing your clit harshly and the other playing with your right nipple, you arms were struggling to hold you up, the pleasure rocking you to your core. “Fuck Kai, you feel so fucking good!” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you quickly. “You’re so. Fucking. Tight y/n” he growls, punctuating each word to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

You could feel your pussy clench around his throbbing cock as your arms give up on you and you fall against the tabletop, screaming Kai’s name as the pleasure of your orgasm washes over you. Kai carries on plowing into you, until a few seconds later you feel his cum shoot inside you. “Fuck y/n” he pants, still slowly thrusting into you as you both come down from your highs. You lay on the table for a minute while Kai gets dressed again. You get off the table and slip your clothes back on. After you finish dressing, Kai steps in front of you, placing his arms around your waist. “I’d better head back up to Winter” you say, looking up at him, smiling. He lets you go and you kiss him on the lips. “Thank you, Kai” you say as you skip off up the stairs. He can practically hear the grin on your face as you call back to him. “Thank you, y/n” he says to himself, smiling. 

You slip back onto the sofa upstairs next to Winter. “What did Kai have to say?” she says, too focused on the movie she was watching in front of her to look at you. “Nothing much.” You say, glad that she didn’t look to see the huge grin on your face.

Rain Check?

Originally posted by sailorssouls

this takes place when they’re dating. enjoy :)


“Hello?” His voice sounded through the phone.

“Hi, baby. I’m finishing up work now. Still good for me to come over?” You asked, stuffing all your belongings into your bag.

“Of course. I just have to finish up something and then I’m all yours.” He promises.

“Okay. I’ll be there soon. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too.” You hear him sigh. “We can order take out and catch up on our shows. Mum’s dropping Jasper off at 9.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Drive safe.“

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Oliver Queen Imagine

@randomdancer17 Howdy! May I please request an Oliver Queen imagine based on your line prompt 3 with a combo of 1&2 with a rainstorm. And maybe leading to a number 17? Please and thank you 💋

#3 “Don’t fucking touch me!”
#1: “Dance with me”
#2 “This is so cliche”
#17 “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

*Doing this one so the characters aren’t constantly repeated*


You loved your boyfriend Oli so much, you really did, but sometimes his stupid ideas got in the way of your relationship causing fights to occur.

You had met Oliver a year ago thanks to your best friend Barry and after your first meeting you exchanged numbers and kept in touch.

It wasn’t until you visited Oliver and his team in Star City with Barry and his team that, Oliver finally decided to ask you out, and the rest of the year together became pure bliss as you basically moved in with Oliver in his home.

But then the fighting began to happen, even over the smallest of things because Oliver never talked to you about it first. You hated that he went on missions risking his life and then came home looking barely alive.

It has happened to him too many times to count and you were growing sick of the constant worry of him going too far and dying on the job. So you decided to express your opinions with Oliver and that didn’t go well…

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N! Why don’t you understand that?” He shouted angrily as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You bit your lip back at the thought of commenting back if he really did save anyone when so many people died in the process bad or not due to his actions.

Instead, you shook your head, “I don’t care that you save lives Oli, I just hate that you don’t consider the risks you take and how you’re not trying to protect your life! How many times have I come home or went to the base after a mission just to see you badly injured, sometimes barely breathing.” You whispered the last part hugging yourself as a recent memory surfaced.

Oliver tried to move closer to you but you step back and growled, your mood instantly changing “Don’t fucking touch me! I’m still mad at you and you can’t change that.”

Oliver rolled his eyes before he attempted to move forward to you again but this time you ran, ran away, ran out the door and into the heavy rain outside only in your leggings and one of Olivers tops that went down halfway on your thighs.

You turned back around to Oliver who was at the entrance and crossed your arms as Oliver sighed shaking his head, “Y/N, please come back in, you’ll get sick.” He begged but you scoffed moving backwards deeper into the rain, by now you were already completely soaked through and your vision was blurry because of the heavy rain.

Oliver hesitated before running back inside, you grew confused until he came back wearing his sweater and had your raincoat in his hand.

He ran out to you in the rain, his hair immediately becoming soaked as he gently placed the raincoat around you. You gave in and slid your arms into the sleeves as you began to shake with the cold.

Oliver pulled you into his chest hugging you tightly. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm until you pulled away placing your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry for shouting.” You mumbled innocently, you were surprised he could hear you over the loud pattering of rain, Oliver amusingly smiled, “I’m sorry for being careless on missions, I promise to be more careful from now on.”

You smiled and nodded thankfully. Oliver pulled away and grabbed your hand twirling you around. “What are you doing?” You asked giggling as he brought you into his chest, playfully swaying back and forth, “Dance with me.” You bit your lip and smiled as he twirled you once again, this time it sent you into a fit of giggles, “This is so cliché!” You realised as he dipped you down but hovered over you so the rain fell around him and missed your face.

You looked up at him, into his gleeful loving eyes that have seen so much misery and torture, you brought your hand to his cheek as you grazed your thumb over his face, he lightly closed his eyes and you could hear him hum in satisfaction.

He fluttered his eyes open to gaze down at you and then lifted you back up so you were both standing properly, he slung an arm around your shoulder and you leant into him as he led to two of you back into the house, “Let’s go inside.”

Oliver did everything he could to keep you dry and comfortable as soon as you both got in, he made you a wonderful steaming hot bath and laid out your favourite woolly pyjamas for you to get changed into.

When you found him downstairs he handed you a delicious cup of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows which he claimed had been arranged to look like a face but they melted too quickly.

You both sat on the floor leaning against the sofa as you lay in front of the blazing fire that Oliver lit, one of his arms was wrapped around you while to other balanced the cup on his knee, you snuggled into him contently which made him look down at you, a nervous yet excited glint in his eye which queried your interest, “What?”

You questioned biting your lip. Oliver smiled but didn’t answer as he removed his hand from your shoulder and took your almost empty cup as he places both of them on the nearest table, then he faced you once again, “Would you hate me if I made this moment, even more, cliché than it actually is?” He asked as he chuckled nervously gently holding your small delicate hand in his.

You were confused but shook your head, of course, you wouldn’t be angry at him or hate him for something like that. Oliver let out a sigh of relief before moving away and reaching behind a lamp for a small black box, your eyes widened as you realised what it was.

Oliver glanced at you and then with a burst of confidence smiled smugly and proudly as he opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring inside with your gemstone as the crystal.

“Y/N, I know I’m not always the best when it comes to your relationship and feelings but I promise to do better, will you marry me?” He asked to which you threw your arms around his neck happily before kissing him and nodding, “Yes! Oliver, yes I will marry you.” You agreed and his smile grew as he pulled you into a loving hug, “God I love you.”


“I love you too.” You replied before a thought came into your mind which made you smile, “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” You mused as Oliver’s chest vibrated from his light chuckles, “Well, now you can.” He replied before pulling away only to place his lips gently on yours.

Être dans la lune - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hey girl! Can I request a Bucky x reader imagine? Where they act friendlier than ‘friends’ but they won’t admit they have feelings for each other. Until one night Bucky is having a nightmare and the reader wakes him up and helps him relax(idk, maybe stargazing?) and they kiss and it’s tender and aw, everything fluff! Feel free to change things up! Thank you, babe!
Warnings: My English, language (I think). Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. (Also, @lupinsbaby thank you <3) I am back. I am so sorry that I haven’t been active lately. Things are… messy :) Thank you for understanding! 

Être dans la lune: to be lost in one’s thoughts, to be absent-minded (“to be on the moon”)

Word Count~2.6k+
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Lightning strobed through the room, making even the thick material of the room’s curtains seem almost transparent. The thunder that followed immediately after, shook the entire Tower, fading gradually to a distant rumbling.
Bucky crawled out of his bed, fully awake as the grumble of the storm shook him to the very core. He trudged barefoot to the window, pulling a corner of the expensive, undoubtedly, curtains back to peer out into the darkness.
The lights outside the room had been extinguished, victims of the heaven-sent purification. The only illumination came from the flickering, haphazard streaks of pure energy, slashing through the absolute noir of the night.
It was one of those days, he thought. The better ones. The ones that he didn’t suffer from nightmares. He felt that nothing was right and that would never be.
At least, you were peacefully asleep. Or so he thought. He had developed… things-how were they called? Feelings?
You had never fallen asleep before FRIDAY informed you that he had too. He didn’t know that. Or that you cared about him, deeply. 


The day was a cold one. Filled with flickering lights and scented candles once all power went off. It hadn’t stopped raining- a raging thunderstorm.
You used to love the rain but seeing him alarmed every time a thunder was heard made your heart ache. It hadn’t been that long since he arrived here. A little over three months. But that was more than enough for you to start carrying about him, so very dearly.
You had just woken up and you trudged all the way to the kitchen, trying to figure out what was that god-awful smell.
“Fuck” someone hissed as you rubbed your tired eyes and breathed in the smell. Something was on fire. The first thing you saw was Sam laughing his ass off and then Steve trying to help but he just made things worse. You chuckled and he finally turned from whatever he was- Pancakes.
You smiled warmly at him and he blushed, making you avert your gaze as you slowly walked towards the counter and gently pushed him away a bit-just to make enough room for you to save those poor pancakes. 
You tried to stop your heart from hammering out of your chest as you felt his body so close to yours. His scent was intoxicating and his entire body was radiating heat. You almost felt dizzy but shrugged it off fast enough for no one to notice. He stepped back and sat down still near you.You tried to focus on the pancakes.
“We gonna hit the gym. Don’t eat ‘em all!” Sam remarked as he pushed Steve outside the kitchen. Those little devils. All of them knew about your not-so-little crush on Bucky. And all of them had tried to set you up with him. One way or another, it had never worked. You had just accepted the fact that he would never see you as something more than a friend. At best. Natasha had told you that he looked at you a tad longer, that he always tried to be close to you, but why would you believe something like that?
“Blueberries or chocolate syrup?” you asked softly as you tried to snap out of your thoughts. He chuckled softly in a warm and tender way that may your heard squeeze in a very familiar way.
“Just butter, doll”. You tried. You really did. But you couldn’t help your mind from whirling. He had never, ever called you doll or anything else than your name. You smiled playfully and served his pancakes on a delicate plate as he got up and poured some coffee into a cup for you while you were serving yours adding a bit of chocolate.
Just as you sat down next to him and took a sip, the lights went out and the two of you stiffened. You could barely see the outlines of the objects, but somehow you had never felt better. He cleared his throat and moved a little further; your heart dropped.
“So, um… do you want to eat breakfast in…um, my room? I mean it’s warmer and um, I mean, you don’t have to, I just-” he didn’t get a chance to finish off with his sentence because even though he had moved away from you just seconds ago, he was adorable trying to say the right words and you couldn’t help but laugh at his failed attempt. He chuckled as a response and despite everything, you still hoped. 


  Breakfast was long gone. You had settled in his room, which was slightly smaller than yours-you guessed that Tony wasn’t favoring thing whole idea of Bucky and him living under the same roof- but it was almost naked. Nothing that could be identified as Bucky’s.
“So… have you had any rendezvous lately?” you asked half-innocently. It wasn’t that you just wanted to know and asked- it was that the whole conversation had moved towards that topic. He slowly glanced up, hoping that the thunders would cover up his accelerating heartbeat.
It was dark; clouds, rain, and lightning, softly scented candles, you in just a pair of lacy pyjamas that didn’t cover up much, your hair all over the place… your full, promising pink lips.
“Um, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, Bucky” you told him, feeling embarrassed that you had even asked such a thing. He hadn’t replied and he felt distant like he was lost in his thoughts.
“What? No, it’s just that… I-I haven’t” he sheepishly admitted and even in the dim light, he looked like he was trying to hide his blush. He looked ravishing.
You had noticed that he didn’t want to touch you with his metal arm. You got what he never liked it but you did since it was a part of him. It only showed how strong he had been all those years.
“But there is someone. She will never-” he cut himself off. You furrowed your eyebrows. Great.
He didn’t even look at you to know that your questions were burning in your eyes. To him, your face was a collection of memories; you were a bliss and a tragedy all rolled into one. You belonged to no one and nowhere. You were a walking contradiction, sunshine on a winter’s day, an assortment of pieces that didn’t exactly fit together. Your eyes had seen the darkest nights and the brightest dawns. Your hands had touched the ends of this earth, sewed the globe together, painted maps with your fingertips. You had fallen as deep as the bottom of the ocean and you had risen as high as the tallest mountain peak. Your tongue had tasted blood, tears, and heartaches. Your lips had kissed happiness, sadness, and summertime. And how fitting it was, he felt both immense happiness and overwhelming sadness. Why?
Because you were there with him. You had made him feel safe in a way that he knew he could never. You had been soft but you never treated him like a porcelain doll. You had figured out what he wanted- and you gave his just that. An honest smile. Not sympathetic, not forced. Just honest.
All he ever knew was cold- the famous tale of the Winter Soldier. He shivered just in thought. He wasn’t that killing machine and he had you to thank for that. You had told him once to trust himself because he knew more than he thought he did. He had answered that he was an assassin who didn’t deserve all those things that he had gotten. He had murmured something about being bad and then, a moment he would never forget you had told him(more like, quoted but he didn’t know) that there was an old illusion that was called good and evil. And that he didn’t need someone who would see the light inside him but someone who would see his demons and still help him fight them off.
He was acting friendlier than what he wanted. It wasn’t like he had any chance, he thought. But that didn’t stop him that night he had found you asleep on the couch from lifting you into his arms and carrying you to your room. He had the chance to hold you close and he didn’t want to let go. Steve found out-and everyone else, but they wouldn’t spill the secret. They implied it many, many, MANY, times but that was between the two of you.
And now you were touching him- your delicate fingers softly caressing his arm.
“Sorry, I just…” he trailed off but then he saw your smile.
“No need to apologize, Buck” you almost whispered, taking in the proximity of your bodies. You focused on his sweater. It was your favorite- burgundy red. You had stolen it many times when you were cold. He had never said anything, but when he saw you wearing in…
He leaned closer.
The door opened and thankfully it was dark enough to hide your red cheeks. You moved away quickly.
“Dinner is ready” Sam informed, a smirk plastered on his lips.
“What happened to lunch?” you questioned and both of them laughed.


The storm was raging on. Electricity was still out but Tony had managed to power FRIDAY on and have ‘her’ assistance. However, he was clear. No overusing her because that would lead to no FRIDAY.
The only light that was illuminating the room was the one that lightnings cast. Other than that… pitch black. You heard muffled sounds coming from the room next doors.
The first thing he saw was black. He didn’t just see it- it was a damn feeling running all over his body. He felt the cold metal on his head that was there to keep him from escaping the pain and torture- too familiar to forget.
He heard people speaking in Russian and braced himself for what was about to happen; he wasn’t gonna be Bucky anymore. And the words were spoken, and the Winter Soldier was ready to comply but Bucky was still there. He was conscious. It was painful, even more than usual. More words in Russian. Words that formed a sentence. ‘She is your mission’. And then he saw you. Barely alive, telling him that it was okay. That you understood and it was alright.
“Bucky
”.
Once you had heard the noises, you had run like the Devil to his room. You saw him. Bedsheets wrapped around his throat, pained expression, hands that formed fists.
You carefully climbed into his bed and gently placed your hand on his bare bicep. You could feel your heart skipping beats but now wasn’t a good time.
“Bucky” you whispered. You knew better than to sneak up on Super Soldier, but you also knew that he would never hurt you. He didn’t wake up.
“Bucky, it’s not real. Please”. You didn’t know what troubled him this time but you guessed. He finally snapped awake, his breathing was labored, his dark blue eyes were scanning the room until they landed on your face. He sat upright in bed. You searched his face for any clue on how to handle this but then you met his eyes and saw how vulnerable he was. You just brought him closer and hugged him with your left hand while you were softly running your fingers through his dark locks, calming him down.
At first, he was frozen, petrified by your tender touch but he quickly melted into your embrace as he wrapped his arms around your frame.
“It felt so real” he whispered. You couldn’t begin to understand how he must have felt. Every time he closed his eyes, hell was waiting for him.
“It wasn’t. This is” you reassured him warmly. You may haven’t had paid attention to what you were wearing but he did. Soft silk that hugged your body perfectly-even in that state you were everything he could think of.
He pulled away a bit and you immediately removed your hands from his torso. His naked torso. You were about to get off of his bed.
“It’s dark”. You weren’t sure if you heard it or if you imagined it. You gave him a confused look.
“Stay”. Okay, now you were surely imaging things. Him asking you to stay?
Just when you thought that you had a wild imagination, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and slowly pulled you close to him as he laid back down, making you wrap your arms around him as you laid just an inch away from his face.
Your hearts were beating fast but steady. It would be so awkward, unless…
“FRIDAY, can you project my little, um, thing?” you asked, hoping for a positive answer.
“Certainly”. You felt relieved knowing that in a few moments nothing would be so dark. Slowly, the small dots of light that appeared in the room grew to peaceful constellations of bright, calming and constant stars. Whenever you couldn’t sleep, you would sneak up to the roof and stare at the night sky until Tony had caught up with it and created you this.
It was a magical, clear sky. A burst of colors on a black velvet background. Stars, constellations, Stardust… They danced in an atmospheric way, too pure and ethereal for this world.
You could feel Bucky relaxing- he held you even closer but a bit more certain about his actions. You had been mesmerized by the sky but he could only see you. He tucked a strand behind your ear and gently raised your head just enough for him to look at your sublime face. You were radiating brighter than the stars that were flowing above him. He kept staring at you-you smiled delicately.
“Just because there is a storm, doesn’t mean that the stars don’t shine. They are always there” you breathed out, being extremely aware of your beating heart and his hot breath. His lips parted like he couldn’t believe what you had just said. Because he didn’t. He had never thought that anyone would be that kind towards him. Steve was his friend before, he knew him. But you? You had met him like this. Like a broken man but you hadn’t run away scared or disgusted. You never treated him like a bomb that was about to explode, you always saw him for who he truly was.
“Thank you, angel” he replied, his voice quieter than usual. Doll, angel…
“It’s not so dark anymore, now is it?” you playfully teased him but he seemed so far away.
“It never is when you’re around”. Before you could ask him what did he ever mean, you felt his metal arm wrapping you inside his embrace, while he cupped your face with his other. He wanted to feel the softness of your skin.
He just leaned and captured your lips in a slow and tender kiss. It felt so worried like he would back away if you didn’t want this. But who were you kidding? Once your mind realized what had just happened, your arms were hooked over his neck, which led to you being on top of him. Something that he definitely didn’t mind.
His kiss became a real one when you kissed him back but it felt so surreal that you had to stop to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep. He looked at you, worried that he had done something out of line, but he was grinning like a madman when he heard your small and sweet voice.
“Can I stay the night?” you asked carefully. You weren’t clingy but you more than definitely wanted this-if it was real.
“Can you stay forever?”.


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Too Many People (Loki x Reader)

Synopsis: Why must Tony insist on these huge, lavish parties?

Words: 831

Warnings: none

**GIF not mine**

Once again you’d been dragged to one of Tony’s parties. Only this time Loki had managed to slip away, leaving you in the ballroom alone. You could see your friends dotted around but there were so many people in the room it would be difficult to get to them. You’d sequestered yourself in a corner with a drink in hand, trying not to interact with anyone. You didn’t particularly like the people Tony invited to these things. They were either important or bottom feeders.

You lent against the wall, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. Someone stumbled into you, spilling your drink. You opened your eyes to find a drunk couple laughing as they wandered back into the crowd. You scowled and tried to wipe the drink off your dress and sighing when you knew it wouldn’t do anything. You could only thank god you were wearing black.

You walked around the perimeter of the room. You stopped at the french doors leading out onto the balcony but stayed inside when you saw the number of people out there. You continued around the room.

“Hey there,” a man said, stopping you in your path.

“Hey,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Want to dance?” he asked.

“No thanks,” you said, trying to step round him. He stepped with you, blocking your path.

“How about a drink?” he suggested.

“No,” you said.

You turned around to leave but the man grabbed your wrist. You turned around, trying to pull your arm from his hand. He held on tighter.

“One drink, beautiful,” he said.

“No thank you,” you said, struggling against his hold.

“Just one drink,” he said.

“The lady said no,” another voice said.

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My best friend’s father || Hiram Lodge Thing || 1/?

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Word count: 2.288

Warnings: mentioning alcohol? Idk, none I guess, it’s not finished yet so

Author’s note: I’m sorry but I had to do it! The idea got me and I just had to write it. Even though Hiram Lodge’s personality is trash, he’s still such bad boy eye candy. I tried to make the best of it! Enjoy!

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„No ones opening, okay? I think I’ll just leave. It’s not that important anyways.“

„No way! Don’t be a baby, Y/N. Hang on a second, I’ll call my dad. He must be home.“

Click. Just like that. You stood infront of the shiny door, no one to open due to the late hour. It was all your own fault. If you hadn’t been late with your studies you could have gotten your dress earlier. But now the laundry shop was closed and you had to borrow Veronicas Pretty in Pink how she liked to call it. It was long enough but still cute, so that it was completely appropriate for the charity.

You took a look at your watch just to see that it was after seven already. In October the sky became dark early, so that you were cold, wet and very pissed off. You clutched your phone and were already about to leave. Maybe your mother had a dress that she could loan you for the night. You shook your head on your own stupidity. You mom was already there, just like everyone else. But you, the one who actually helped organizing it, were late.

You sighed heavily, ready to enter the rain again, when you heard the door opening. The water in your hair had reacher a maximum when you turned around to look in the confused face of Him. It was almost impossible not to stare. His shiny and yet so dark eyes, the well formed face, the defined arms, but o dear, those eyes…

„Can I help you?“, he asked with a smirk. Then suddenly he opened this eyes and took a step back as if he was to let you in. „Oh, you must be Veronicas friend.“

You nodded shyly. „Right. I’m…I’m here for the dress.“

„Nice to meet you, Here for the dress.“

You couldn’t help but laugh. He had this crushed voice, bad and dark like everything about him. Of course, you’ve had a bit of an imagination of him. Betty and Kevin had met him before and tried to explain the handsome devilishness that followed Hiram Lodge around. Actually you were supposed to meet him at Pop’s Diner’s Charity tonight. But after Veronicas parents came to the conclusion of having a divorce, he decided not to show up at all.

Instead he was home, wearing a sweaty tanktop and still looking as gorgeous as a 90’s mens model. You remembered Betty saying the divorce was about Veronis dad threatening somehow. Was it in form of a message? A letter? You tried to talk to Veronica about it, but she would just snap and not let anyone close. Not even you. Y/N Y/LN. Her best friend since he moved her. You, Betty and Veronica had been like the ultimate team.

„Aren’t you gonna come in? Not that I mind, but it looks a little wet out there.“

You smiled. And what a smile! Your cheeks glowed and his voice gave you a pleasant shiver. „Thank you, Mr. Lodge“, you said, trying to sound as polite and charming as possible. You took a step in and followed him all the way to the elevator. He pressed the button and patiently waited for it to arrive. Then he coughed slightly.

„We usually have people for us to do this, but our Best Man is to complicated circumstances right now“, he tried to explain, obviously inconvenient about it. As if you didn’t know about him firing Smithers in the first place. Those Dads never had an idea of how much information their daughters actually shared with their best friends. You remembered Veronica being all down about it and you nodded. Finally the elevator arrived. You took a step in, then he came in, too and you watched the door close slowly.

It was awkward. You had heard and talked about Hiram Lodge so much already, but actually meeting him in person was so strange. The voices in your head, Veronica, Hermione, Betty, Kevin…all talking about that devilish man, who just arrived home from prison. And then there was this man, you actually weren’t supposed to like him but for some mysterious reason you almost liked him. He smiled at you and took the umbrella of yours in his bare hands.

„You’re completely soaked…What was your name again?“

„Y/N“, you answered, voice and eyes almost a little too down. You tried not to look into his direction too much, as if he was Medusa and you were some silly man, looking straight to her face before being turned to stone.

„Y/N“, he repeated. „What a pretty name.“

You did your best not to blush, you really, really, really gave your real best not to blush, but it didn’t work. You took down your view again, but you still felt that heat when you caught him looking into your direction.

„So, you’re totally soaked. Just get the dress already and put it on. You can leave the jacket in the bathroom and take one of Veronicas. You can’t show up on the event like this. You’ll get a terrible cold if you do.“

The elevator stopped, the doors opened and you were not too happy about it. A look at your watch told you it was almost half past seven. That was impossible! Veronica would kill you if you didn’t arrive till eight. Okay, so you calculated fifteen minutes for finding the dress and putting it on, drying your hair, finding a matching jacket and shoes and…getting there.

„Thank you, Sir.“

„Don’t thank me“, he smiled and the whole room got a brighter color. Okay, you thought to yourself, this man had absolutely made some terrible decisions, but he was not a bad person. Was he? You took a deep breath and headed to Veronicas room. You had spent like half the last year here, having pyjama partys and late night talks…But suddenly it looked all wrong. No Smithers. No Veronica. No Hermione. How stupid were you for even wasting one thought on how much of a good person this…mean guy, was.

„I’m actually happy about someone finding her way to this apartment. For the last fourty-eight hours I’ve done nothing but working and finding some sleep, eventually. That’s why I didn’t here the doorbell ringing. I was pretty bored.“ He apologized and opened the umbrella, then placed it on the floor so it could dry. The floor was wet immediately. It didn’t seem to bother him.

You coughed slighty and then exchanged a little smile with him. „Really? I actually thought you would be preoccupied a lot, especially with all the legislation-“ You felt your smile fading immediately. Wonderful. Did you ever think before speaking? Oh no, you thought to yourself, now he hates me and he’ll throw me out into the pouring rain. Without the dress. And without the umbrella.

„I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…“, you stuttered.

But nothing like this happened. A little, evil smirk placed on his lips, he stretched his back. „It’s alright, don’t apologize. I know every story. And actually I think, I really deserve this.“

You bit your lip, trying not to look idiotic and uncomfortable in your skin. It didn’t work. You removed your jacket like he told you and wanted to head to the bathroom, but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. The heat of the chimney filled up your whole body and it was the best feeling the world.

Your eyes kept following him around the room. He moved so smooth yet manly and somehow…mature. But not like your teachers or majorities did. In a good way.

„Why?“

It was in your nature to be curious about anything and everything. And Mr. Bad Boy Lodge was not an exception in the first place.

„I’ve just…made some bad decisions.“

„People make bad decisions all the time“, you said quietly. You opened your ponytail while you talked and felt icecold water wandering down your neck. A cold shiver reached you while the icy tears ran up your back. You felt the same shiver the moment he decided to turn around and catch your staring. You closed your eyes and smiled. „That’s no reason to harass them all their life. Is it?“

A sweet little smirk placed on his lips. His dark hair, the same darkness that Veronica had in her, seemed so bright in the light of the fire.

„Wanna know what I think?“

You nodded slowly. Terrible scenarios crossing your mind. Bad…bad ones. You held your breath.

„I think, Y/N“, he said while crossing the room, walking into your direction, taking small steps, „There are many things that you don’t know yet. It’s a big, bad world. And you need to learn about it. When the time is right.“ When he reached you, he no longer seemed any bright or nice or sweet. You smelled his scent, you felt the darkness crossing his dark, lonely eyes, as he placed his view on your face. You expected the sky to come crashing into the dark shimmering room. Instead he raised his hand and handed you a glass. It was massive and heavy.

„What’s that?“, you asked with a fragile voice. You expected your hands to be shaking when you accepted the glass. They were completely calm.

Instead of laughing at you for all the weird questions you had, Hiram Lodge gave you a warm smile. „I thought you must be very cold. That’s something to keep you warm.“

You smelled the alcohol and expected to be freaked out about it, but nothing like that happened. Actually you even thought that you had drank this already once, maybe it was back that night when you and Veronica decided to do some prank phone calls.

„Only if you…You know“, he added in a charming way. His face was so near that you were afraid you might faint at the sight of his dangerous eyes being so near. Staring right into your soul. Your mind. And revolving about nothing else anymore. You took a sip.

„I turned eighteen last month“, you smiled.

He smiled, too. „Wow, so you’re younger than…It’s funny, you seem so mature.“

Was that a compliment?

He took a sip, too and you took that chance to break away from his static view and hurry to Veronicas room. „I’ll be right back“, you called, but it didn’t matter because he gave no answer. You closed the door behind you and started looking for the Pretty in Pink. One second before you decided that Veronica must have lied to you by being in the property of it, you found something that was even better. It hung in the least corner of the wardrobe so that it wasn’t worn too often. The little black dress. Classic and elegant. For every occasion. That was perfect. You decided Veronica wouldn’t have anything against it, so you undressed and put the little black dress with the matte grey stripes and the also matte collar on. A look in the mirror showed you that it fit you perfectly. You smiled and started to do your hair.

After drying and combing it, you decided to let it fall openly over your shoulders and that’s it. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw more than your own eyes valueing you. Of course you were the only person in the room but you still had this catchy feeling, the feeling of eyes watching you, watching every move you did…

You chugged your drink with the blink of an eye, took another deep breath and opened the door. The high heels made a classic noise when you stepped to the living room, where you found Hiram Lodge staring into the flames of the chimney. Suddenly he was no longer wearing his sleeping clothes but a dark blue suit. You stroked the leather of your borrowed jacket and clipped your hair behind your ears. You coughed slightly. When he heard you, he slowly turned around. His mouth stood open.

„So…how do I look?“, you asked quietly. Then you made the move of a ballet dancer, turned around on the clean floors so that your dress flattered in all directions.

„You look….stunning“, he whispered, leaving his glass on the mantel.

You smiled. „Thank you. That’s what I hoped. But you don’t look too bad yourself“, you said pointing at his suit. You felt this heat in your cheeks again but due to your buzz you didn’t care about it anymore. Instead you grabbed your purse, ready to leave.

„I’ll drive you“, he blurted out.

Winced you turned around within one second and caught yourself staring again. Suddenly you had to laugh. A confused look on his face soaked you back into reality and you stopped laughing.

„Only if you want me to, I mean. You shouldn’t walk through the rain again.“

Not in those shoes. You took a breath.

„Well, I hate to ask you but actually…“

„You didn’t ask me to“, he interrupted you and grabbed the keys of his car. Followed by a bright smile, showing his flawless teeth. „I offered you. You know…an offer you just can’t refuse.“

You closed your eyes, trying to hide the silly shyness that was floating around. Then you opened your eyes and showed your teeth with a wide smile, as well.

„Well, if so, I’d love to, Sir.“ The badboyish smirk on his face showed you that it was the right decision. It was cold outside and Veronica would eventually kill you, if she found out you ruined her dress by walking through the mud in the streets.

Who would’ve known that one car ride could change your whole life like that what was to come?

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Can you do minseok and 'the fuck. Who are you?' Please

“the fuck. who are you?”// Kim Minseok// Word Count: 942


Your head was absolutely pounding, and you knew from the bitter taste in your mouth that you’d been drinking Jack Daniels, along with vodka shots. Was it last night? Or was that too far back, considering it was still dark outside? Either way, you’d basically blacked out for a solid hour at your friend’s party, and upon waking, decided it was time to walk home. 
Alone. 
At 3am. 
In the rain. 
In the middle of a city. 
Well done you. Genius move. 
And it was proving a lot more difficult than you cared to admit - your feet were screaming from the dumb high shoes you’d chosen to wear, your hair was stuck to your face, and you were pretty sure that some guy had been following you for three blocks. Your drunk brain, however, was saying, ‘This is fine!!’ and so you simply kept walking, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on the wall occasionally. 

Three more blocks however, and even your drunk brain was concerned about the man following you, and you made the executive decision to turn a sharp right directly into a cafe that was now closed, but had decided to leave their doors unlocked for some unknown reason. You shut the door behind you, now faced with a dark cafe, chairs stacked and on top of the tables, other than the three small booths on the left side. It was one of those hipster, small business owned cafes, you could tell - there were plants everywhere, and you were pretty sure that was a huge, fat, ginger cat lying on the counter. You ignored all that, though, making a beeline for one of the booths and lying down across the cushioned bench, sighing in contentment. 
It was quiet, it was cosy, and now, you weren’t being followed. Awesome. 

That peace and tranquility lasted for about a minute before the lights switched on, and a man in a baggy t-shirt, pajama bottoms and socks stood at the staff door, eyes wide and staring at you. 
“Why’d you do that?” You moaned, turning over and burying your face into the seat, completely ignoring the freaked-out look in his soft eyes. 
“I - what - the fuck.” You looked back at him with one eye open. “Who are you? What are you doing in my cafe at like, 4 in the morning? How did you get in-?” You sat up groggily, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. 
“I’m (Y/N), if you must know, and I’m very drunk, and there was a guy following me, so I came in here to get away from him.” You explained, as if it was obvious, “Who are you?” The man in his pyjamas dithered for a few seconds before sliding into the booth opposite you. 
“Minseok. How did you get in?” 
“Door was unlocked.” You shrugged, and he groaned loudly. 
“Fucking Jongdae with his forgetting to lock the damn door…” He wiped his hands over his face and then looked back at you, who was cocking your head at his complaint. 
“Who’s Jongdae?” 
“My partner.” 
“You’re gay?” You tutted, “Ah, there goes my chance of meeting a nice guy tonight who runs a business.” His eyes widened once more and he backtracked. 
No, no no no, Jongdae’s my business partner - I’m not gay.” 
“Oh good. Let’s get married so I can have a successful husband, then.” You sighed, leaning your head back and closing you eyes. You missed the incredulous grin on his face at your suggestion, the arms that folded at your ridiculous state. 
“I’m a bit busy for a wedding, and you’re a little drunk.” He reasoned, “Propose to me again in the morning when you’re sober and we’ll see how it goes.” 
“Mmm,” You agreed, but you were already nodding off to sleep, slumping sideways down against the wall of the booth. 

Minseok wasn’t dumb enough to let some random girl up into his shared apartment with Jongdae above the cafe, so he instead brought you down a pillow and a blanket, gently moving you to lie in a more comfortable position on the bench of the booth, before locking the door and flipping off the lights.

It was only when you woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of…a cafe?…that you shot up into a sitting position, looking around wildly. You were still covered with a blanket, in this cafe, and memories of stumbling in here in the dark were flooding back to you - but this time, there were customers queueing up for the drinks and breakfast foods, occupying the tables and slouchy chairs, a dark-haired barista doing most of the work up front. Your entire face filled with heat as you realised the level of utter cringe you had achieved - you were hungover, sleeping in a cafe while actual patrons were going along doing their morning business around you. How were you ever going to live this down? 

You weren’t, apparently, because a man slid into the booth directly across from you with two coffees and two scones, sliding one of each over to you. You could hardly look at Minseok as you remembered your conversation from the early hours. 
“Still want to marry me?” He asked, through a mouthful of scone, and you shrank back into your seat. 
“If I say no, you’re going to be pleased, right?” 
“I’m not really up for marriage right now, but I think a good old fashioned friendship might suffice,” He nodded towards your coffee. “Drink up, buttercup, when we’re best buds, you’re never going to live this down.”

Sprites (pt.1)

Originally posted by chrisshemsworth


Request: Could I perhaps request a Dad!Thor x reader? The reader is raised by her mother her whole life and never really knows anything about her father until she actually finds out her ability to control the sea as like a new Poseidon. Just like a journey of joining the avengers and finding her father. Sorry if it’s really specific. You can change it in anyway you may need. Sorry again

Pairing: Dad!Thor x reader

Word Count: 1,543

Genre: fluff

Notes: Sprites; Shapes and flashes of light that can be seen in the evening or night sky. They are typically blue or red and are the result of electrical discharges in the atmosphere.

10 years later, all avengers are there, she still hasn’t met Thor bc whenever war breaks out they make her leave per her mother’s requests.


“Her powers are growing.” Heimdall affirmed.

Thor let out a huff. 15 now. It had been 15 years since he last saw his daughter in the flesh. Thor always found a way to watch you at least once a month, seeing your growth; it had been quite some time since his last visit although, and oh how you have flourished. You were growing into your godly body quite well, your once gangly limbs now seemed etherealy graceful, you towered over everyone you met (Thor proudly proclaimed you acquired that from him.) and your eyes bore the true mark of royalty. They were the same hue Frigga bore, the sign of royal lineage to be exact. No matter how much he tried, his pride or you bore through him whenever he saw you like sun on a cloudy day.

“I think it’s time she learned of her descent.” Heimdall announced

“Oh yeah? Why so?” Thor asked curiously.

“She is already mastering her skills, she has the makings of a true minor god with the right mentorship. It’s just simply time, bring her to her home, teach her her duties, her heritage. Show her the ways of a god.” Heimdall responded.

Thor mulled it over as he watched you, thinking carefully. That wasn’t his strong suit but the situation called for it.

“I will view her for myself then decide. Heimdall, prepare for my decent.”

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paltafeliz  asked:

Can I ask for another one? :) kakasaku. 12. 👀 (nsfw maybwweeejfjsjfkdjend)

i have developed an insatiable need for more ks same age AUs. mostly because my favourite kakashi is an incredibly awkward and useless kakashi, and he’s capable of being so much more awkward and useless when he doesn’t have an extra decade plus of mystery and respect to hide behind.

as is just going to become my status quo, this is set in some ambiguous AU where everyone lives because, damnit, sometimes i DON’T write angst to tear your heart out (if you’re feeling @‘ed, that’s because i’m talking to you).

and, yeah babe, some nsfw, just for you. ;)


Sakura adjusts her mask once and then forces her hands back down to her sides.

She isn’t nervous; she’s a professional.

It’s just discomforting to be joining a team outside of her usual roster. Teams weave rhythms, and there’s no guarantee that Sakura will slot smoothly into what they’ve already built.

Plus, there’s always the fact that some people don’t think much of her due to a plethora of reasons that include everything from the colour of her hair to her specialization.

Admittedly, she usually disabuses them of any disregard pretty quickly, but Sakura is still getting really tired of having to prove her worth again and again.

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Dance with me

requested:  Okay so like a dancing in the rain thing?… maybe rain has always like made you feel like a little kid and Shawn knows that so he pulls you on onto the balcony or onto like the roof of a hotel if you’re out of town a just like slow dance.


You’ve always loved the rain. There was just something about it that gave you a sense of calmness. Ever since you were a little girl every time it rained you used to sit in front of your wide open back door and just sit and watch the rain fall. As a little girl, your mother used to hate it because the house would become rather cold with the door wide open but she could never bring herself to tell you to move away from the door.

Now as a 19 year old, things haven’t changed a bit. You sat in silence with the doors to your balcony doors wide open and watched the rain fall. You glanced at your small kitchen table that was just to the right of you, it was filled with papers and binders and your laptop was still open due to all the work you had to complete before tomorrow’s classes but you couldn’t be bothered anymore.

You watched as people rushed out of their cars and into the building before they got too wet, and as other people walked along the sidewalk with their umbrella probably cursing at themselves for deciding to walk instead of drive to wherever they needed to go. You were content, safe in your apartment from the wetness with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands and the calm pitter patter of the rain.

A few knocks on your door interrupted everything and you carefully set your mug down on the table before adjusting the blanket you had wrapped around you before answering the door. You hoped whoever was on the other side didn’t mind that your place was a mess and you were still wearing your pyjamas.

You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend of 4 months with a bag of takeout and some DVD’s in hand. His wet hair was sticking to his forehead even with the hood of his sweater and you thought he couldn’t get any cuter than he already was.

“Shawn?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. “What are you doing here it’s pouring.” you ushered him inside before shutting the door behind you. For the most part you were happy to see him but a small part of you was disappointed you were interrupted.

“I, uh, thought we could hang out.” he said, scratching the back of his neck, taking a look around at the messiness of your apartment and the pile of work you had sitting on your kitchen table. “Unless you’re busy of course, if you’re busy I could just come back another time it’s okay.”

You chuckled at his awkwardness, even though you’ve been together for a few months he always seems to get uncontrollably nervous around you. It’s like one minute he’s an international superstar and the next minute he’s just a boy trying his hardest to impress a girl that he’s already won over.

“I’m not busy, I always have time for you.” you smiled before gathering all the mess on your kitchen table and moving it so Shawn had room to put his things.

“Why is your door wide open?” he asked, a chill running through his body due to the cold wind being let in. “You’re going to get sick.”

“Oh, I was just sitting there, uh, watching the rain.” you admitted. “It’s something I’ve done since I was little.” You moved to shut the door but were stopped before you could close it all the way.

“Don’t close it,” Shawn said, pulling another chair from the table and setting it next to yours. “Let’s watch the rain.”

You had to admit, you didn’t expect this reaction from him. Most people think it’s crazy that you enjoy sitting and watching rain fall but the fact that he didn’t and that he wanted to do it with you made you feel something warm and fuzzy on the inside and you never wanted it to go away.

“Well what are you waiting for?” he chuckled, pulling you in by the blanket you were wearing. You smiled, taking the seat next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder. You both sat in silence for what seemed like forever before he got up without saying a word and extended his hand out for you.

“Let’s go.”

“What?” you asked, tightening the blanket around yourself.

“Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Out there.” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Out where?”

“There!” he rolled his eyes and looked out your balcony, shaking his hand as a hint for you to take it.

“There? Like outside? In the rain?”

“Yes!”

Before you could answer, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat, bringing out out onto the small balcony in nothing but your t-shirt and some rather short sleep shorts.

“Dance with me.” he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and shooting you an innocent smile before beginning to sway back and forth.

“This is insane.” you giggled, not being able to hold back your laughs as you looked up at the boy in front of you. “This is the craziest thing you’ve ever done.” You let your head fall to his soaking wet shoulder as he continued to sway the two of you back and forth while humming a tune you’ve never heard before.

“We’re just dancing.”

“Yeah…in the freezing cold rain.”

“But isn’t it fun?” he asked, there was a hint of insecurity in his voice, almost like he was nervous or scared that you actually didn’t like his spontaneousness. He wasn’t usually like this and he barely ever suggested things. You were typically the one who brought him out of his comfort zone at times because he was very reserved. Sometimes you thought that he was scared of you but eventually you came to the conclusion that he was very nervous around you and you thought it was cute. You liked this though, you liked it when he randomly suggested things you never thought you would do, even if it was dancing in the rain.

“So much fun.”

He smiled before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and continuing his song. You knew anyone who was looking out their window must have thought you were completely insane but in this moment you didn’t care. All you cared about was standing right in front of you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sick - Raphael

(Hello. So I saw that tumblr post about someone having a dream about Channing Tatum but it made me think of Raph so I expanded a little. Hope you like it!)

The weather had been awful the last few weeks. A brutal cold snap followed by days of heavy rain and wind that made going outside near impossible. You had spent a chunk of time down in the lair, spending time with the turtles who were going stir crazy from not being able to leave the warmth of their home. But of course, now that the cold weather had broken, you had caught a nightmare of a virus that left you coughing, sniffling, and sleeping most of the day.

You hadn’t heard from Raphael since you got struck down with this thing, and that seemed worse than actually being sick. He replied to your messages, but always with one or two words, mentioned he was busy, and he never messaged first. It sucked. You were bed-ridden, watching crappy day time television, living off soup, and he wasn’t even thinking of you.

You couldn’t help but think he was probably just enjoying the warmer weather, keeping busy, and maybe he didn’t even miss you at all.

On the fourth day, you were settling in for your second nap of the day when there was a knock at the window.

It took you a little while to get out of bed, rake your fingers through your hair, and wrench the window open.

“Hey.”

You smiled. “Hey Raph.”

It took him two goes to get through the window, a side effect of his enormous shell and thick limbs, but also the package he was clutching against his plastron.

“Haven’t heard from you in a few days.” You murmured when he finally got in and you were able to latch the window.

“Been busy.” He muttered. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Here. Made you somethin’.”

It was wrapped in a plastic bag, but underneath that, wrapped in newspaper. Comic pages. It didn’t look the greatest, but it had obviously been done very carefully. You unwrapped it just as carefully.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want.” Raphael muttered, nervously rubbing his thick callused fingers together.

It was a jumper. Sort of. It was made of some kind of thick, especially soft wool of two different colours - two of your favourites. It was long, almost mid-thigh on you, with long sleeves with holes for the thumbs. It had two deep pockets, and a big hood.

“You said you were sick, and you gotta dress warm if you’re sick.” He went on, obviously nervous. “It’s dumb. You don’t have to keep it.”

As he reached for it, you pulled it off his reach. “No!” You hastily tugged it on over your pyjamas. “I love it. Thank you.”

#9 - “My parents could be watching this!” - Calum Hood One Shot

Summary: It’s a rainy day so you and Calum have to entertain each other by staying indoors all day, which leads to you both painting your nails and laughing at each other’s quirks.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested: Yep.

Warnings: Mild expletives, sexual references.

A/N: Hope you guys like it!

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It’s a rainy day today. The sky is grey, the ground is covered in puddles, and the only people out-and-about are the people who you like to call positively crazy. You’re glad Calum isn’t one of those people who still go ahead with their plans for outdoor activities regardless of the weather, because you hate it when people want to drag you out for a walk through the park when the heavens are open and showing no sign of closing up. Although, there was one time when Calum insisted the two of you tried kissing in the rain. Apparently, it was part of his bucket list – to kiss somebody in the rain – and you had no option but to go along with it. He had ordered you to get changed and then dragged you outside into the street, and pressed an eager, passionate kiss to your lips. The kiss was great – probably one of the best you’ve had – but it would have been better if the sun had been shining and you weren’t soaking wet by the time you were finished. You both re-entered the house and realised it looked more romantic in the movies than it actually was in real life.

Calum’s footsteps on the stairs takes your attention away from looking out the window, as you turn to meet his gaze when he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

He smiles to you faintly, “Not very nice out there, is it?”

You shake your head, “Nope.”

“Well, we’ll just have to entertain ourselves indoors, won’t we?” He shrugs, stepping into the kitchen.

He pauses, and takes a second look at you, before he smirks knowingly.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks.

You look down to the worn-out hoodie that you threw on this morning over your pyjamas. You were wearing your usual vest top and short pj’s Calum’s parents got you last Christmas, and had noticed the drop in temperature the second you stepped out of bed. You had given your dressing gown away to a charity shop because you never wore it, so you had thrown one of Calum’s old hoodies on to keep you warm instead.

You wore his clothes quite often, mostly when he was away on tour, because then you’d feel closer to him. They were oversized and not always flattering on you, but they smelt of him, which was what was important to you. You don’t know if he knows you do this, but by the look on his face right now, you’d say he doesn’t really mind.

You shrug your shoulders back, “It’s cold and it was the first thing I found that would keep me warm.”

Calum raises his eyebrows, “What? Was one of your own hoodies not good enough or something?”

You roll your eyes. Calum has always loved to tease you, and he’d always find something to tease you over. Normally, it was about your constant need to be close to him when he was home, or about the kinds of shows you watch on television. He prefers teasing you over things that would feed his own ego – so, like you wearing his clothes.

“Yours are bigger, and warmer, than mine.” You explain briefly, as if it’s the simple thing in the world.

He laughs, approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist, “Don’t get shy with me baby. You wearing my clothes might just be a new rule in this house.”

“I do wear your clothes.” You tell him, “I wear them when you’re on tour and I miss you. They make me feel closer to you.”

His face softens then. It’s like he thinks you don’t miss him when he’s away. You suppose during phone-calls when he asks what you’ve been up to, you always make it sound as if you lead just as busy of a life as he does. In between work and your own social life, it does get quite busy, but nothing compared to how busy he gets. You wonder, when he’s away, if he’s missing you as much as you’re missing him. You tell yourself you’re crazy for even questioning it – but when you think of all the crazy things he’s up to, you don’t even know if he has time to miss you.

You place your hands on his shoulders as he smiles to you, sweetly. A small blush appears on his cheeks. You still find it incredibly cute when he blushes.

“I think that’s real cute, buttercup.” He speaks softly, before leaving a sweet kiss on your nose.

The two of you continue the morning in each other’s company. You make each other’s breakfast – him making you Belgian waffles and you making him blueberry pancakes – and wash the dishes together once you’re both finished. He can’t seem to get over you wearing his hoodie. He smiles every time he glances at you – proudly – and keeps muttering to you that he never wants you to take it off. You don’t want to take it off if this is the kind of response you were going to get from him all day.

By the time you’d watched Friends re-runs all morning, the two of you both got a little agitated. It’s still raining out and shows no sign of easing off any – otherwise you might have tried to get out a little, probably only over to his parent’s place for a change of scenery. You sigh to yourself, and then decide you should paint your nails.

“Where are you going?” Calum asks when you break the cuddle and stand up from the sofa.

“I’m going to paint my nails.” You shrug, making your way up to your bedroom where you keep your nail varnish.

When you bring the basket downstairs, Calum is clearing the coffee table in the living room, ready for you. You place the basket down on the table in front of you, kneeling down on the floor, and begin searching through your collection of nail varnishes to decide what colour you want your nails to be.

Calum sits down on the sofa, watching you; picking up nail varnishes that catch his attention – like glittery ones or shiny ones, and nods his head at each one as if he’s approving them. You see him furrow his eyebrows out the corner of your eye as he reaches into the basket and pulls out some PVC glue.

“Why have you got PVC glue in with your nail varnishes?” He questions, observing the tube intently, as if he might be missing something.

“Because…” You begin, “It comes in handy when you paint your nails black.”
He continues to stare back at you with a black impression. You roll your eyes, taking out the black nail varnish from the basket.

“Come here.” You order, gesturing for him to give you his hand.

When he hesitates, you tut and grab his hand, “I’m just going to show you what I mean, dumbass. I’ll only paint one nail and you can wash it off straight away.”
He smiles faintly as you place his hand flat on the coffee table. You grab the PVC glue and spread some on the skin right next to the nail on his index finger, below and beside the nail. He watches you intently, and when you stop, he looks up at you, puzzled.

“Now, while we leave that to dry, you’re going to help pick out a colour for me to wear.” You tell him.

His attention shifts from the PVC on his finger onto the basket. He takes a little moment to think, the corner of his tongue sticking out as he concentrates on the task you’ve set for him, and then he points over to a turquoise-coloured nail varnish. “This one?” You ask to double-check, and he nods in response.

You pile the other nail varnishes back into the basket, leaving the turquoise one out on the coffee table, and put the basket down on the floor beside you. You check Calum’s finger after a while and decide it’s ready to begin painting his nail.
You take the black nail varnish and carefully paint his nail, which only takes thirty seconds or so to get right. Once it’s done, you begin to explain why the PVC is helpful.

“You see how the nail varnish has gone off your nail and onto the PVC around it?” You ask him, and he nods, “Well, once the nail varnish on your nail has dried, we can peel the layer of PVC off from around your nail and there’ll be no varnish on your finger. So, it won’t be messy!”

He nods, “Oh. So, why don’t you do that for the other colours?”

You shrug, “Because, darker colours tend to be messier than the lighter colours. And if you didn’t apply it with the PVC and you got it all over your finger, you would still have to wait for the varnish on your nail to dry before you could do anything about the varnish on your finger. You do that – because it’s so close to your nail – you run the risk of ruining the varnish on your nail. It’s not a big deal so much if the colour is light because it won’t be so noticeable, but it is if it’s a darker colour. So, that’s why you use the PVC.”

Calum raises his eyebrow and nods his head, “I’m impressed. You’re very smart. I would never have thought of that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Well, how often do you paint your nails?”

He shrugs his shoulders back, as you begin to paint your own nails with the turquoise-coloured one had picked out for you. He watches you intently as you carefully apply the nail varnish, the look of concentration sure to be ever-noticeable on your face. He seems intrigued by the whole process, but you don’t know if that’s just because he’s bored with nothing better to do. It’s probably just the boredom, you think to yourself.

You know he’s had his nails painted before – he and the boys sometimes paint just one fingernail because they think that makes them look cool. You’ve been trying to get him to paint all of his fingernails, because you think just painting one looks weird. Go hard or go home, right?

You mutter to yourself about potentially having to do a second coat because it went on lighter than you thought it would, and Calum comments that his nail has dried.

“So, peel off the PVC, and your nail should be pretty much perfect.” You tell him, and watch as he begins to peel the layer of glue off his finger. He nods proudly at his nail, clearly happy with the outcome.

He then picks up the tube of PVC and begins to apply it to his other nails the same way you did with his index finger. You look up at him, and he shrugs, “Might as well do the rest of them, right?”

The two of you sit there together, perfecting your nails. You have to help Calum do his right hand because he’s unexperienced in painting his nails with his non-writing hand as you are.

When both your fingernails are perfected, you take photos of each and complement each other on your fingernail painting skills. He insists you’re better than him, but you admit he’s done quite a good job himself.

He pulls up his phone and sets up an Instagram live.

“So, here we are in sunny Australia…I’m only joking, it’s not sunny at all, it’s RAINING.” He speaks into the phone, which is on the front camera, “Anyways, Y/N and I decided to keep ourselves entertained indoors today because neither one of us felt like getting wet. Or, at least, in the context of the weather anyway.”

You throw a pillow at him and yell at him to shut up, “My parents could be watching this!”

Calum furrows his eyebrows, “It’s not like they don’t know we have sex.”

You throw another pillow at him. He laughs.

“Sorry…moving on swiftly to the point of this Insta Live – I wanted to show you my nails.” He continues, holding up his fingers to the camera for the world to see, “Look how cool they are! Y/N shown me this neat trick using PVC glues and it was the smartest thing I’d ever seen. Do you guys know the trick?…oh, you do? That’s great. Have you seen Y/N’s nails?”

You shake your head at Calum, knowing he wants you to appear on his live story, but you can never say no to his pouting lips. You walk over to him and sit next to him on the sofa, before holding your nails up to the camera.

“I picked the colour, by the way, and I think I did an awesome job if I do say so myself.” He grins, “Also, have you seen this? She’s wearing my damn hoodie. It’s an old one – and she looks damn hot in it – but it’s my hoodie. She’s taking this whole what’s-yours-is-mine thing to a whole new level.”

You tut, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him, and he grins some more.

“I’m only kidding babe, I’m just…I’m just messing with you.” He apologises soothingly, “You have permission to wear my clothes unconditionally for the rest of your life babycakes.”

You laugh, covering your face in your hands which are completely covered by the sleeves of the hoodie.

“Well, anyway folks, I best be going. I haven’t kissed Y/N in approximately…three minutes, so she’ll need a top-up. Bye guys, talk to you later!” He speaks into the phone, before ending the live story and putting his phone down.

He kisses you softly on the lips, before pulling away.

“I do love you, you know, babe.” He tells you.

You look at him like he’s crazy, “I know you do. I love you too.”

He smiles, “Good. Because it’s days like this I miss the most when I’m away – days where I spend all of my undivided time with you and no-one else. They’re my favourite days. You’re my favourite.”

He nuzzles his head into your neck, and you rest your head on top of his. You sit there silently, content with just being in each other’s company. You realise you agree with Calum. Whilst you love it when you get to dress-up and go to A-list events with him, or going to see one of his shows, it’s the days when you get to do nothing together the most. Neither one of you are rushed off your feet or stressed about all the stuff you have to do before the day is out, you’re just taking the day as it comes, and enjoying each other’s company.

“Calum Thomas Hood…” You speak out-loud, “What did I do to deserve you?”

He doesn’t answer – he’s fallen asleep, and you do too…with no stress and no worries. Just Calum.


Heartbreak

You pounded your fist against the door to Jack’s house, battling to make yourself heard over the sound of heavy Scottish rain. It was late, and the world was asleep. You were soaked to the bone, desperate, partly to get into the warm, but mostly to see your best friend. You needed his comfort.

“Jack!” you called, making as much noise as your weak voice could, raw as it was from crying.

After a minute of ramming the door with all your might, you heard footsteps approach, and the door opened to reveal Jack standing in the doorway. His face carried years of comfort and laughter, affection oozing from soft eyes. Even though the rain masked your tears, he instantly recognised your distress.

“Y/N! What in Christ’s name are ye doing out at this time of night, and in this weather? Come in before ye catch yer death!”

Without another word he bundled you inside, instantly leading you to the bathroom to have a hot bath. “Here’s a towel, I’ll find ye some dry clothes and have a cup o’ tea waiting for ye.”

You soaked your cold skin in the hot water, trying to let the heat permeate through your body. There was a gentle knock after a few minutes, as Jack poked his head round the door. You sunk a little lower beneath the porcelain rim, hiding your nudity.

“Ye left yer fluffy pyjamas bottoms last time ye stayed the night, and ye can borrow a jumper.” He left the items in a neat pile on the floor, and edged out. You lay in the water for a little while, but you really craved the warmth of Jack’s embrace, and his gentle voice to lull you into calm acceptance of your situation. You were fuming, desperately sad, confused, and afraid. You got out of the water, dried yourself off and changed into the clothes Jack had left you, which excluded underwear. Yours was still too wet to wear, so you went without. The jumper hung off you, but it was soft and smelled like Jack. You took a deep breath and filled your lungs with his scent, hugging the fabric against your bare flesh. You wandered into the living room where Jack was sat on the sofa and two mugs sat side by side on the coffee table. You snuggled up beside him, curling your legs up beside you and leaning your head onto his chest. You hummed gratefully as he handed you your tea, cradling it in still slightly numb hands. The heat tingled as it spread up your fingers, but it was the feeling of Jack wrapping a long arm around your shoulders that made you shiver.

“Are ye feelin’ a little better now?” he asked. You shrugged noncommittally.  

“What’s goin’ on love? What made ye walk here in the rain?”. He spoke so tenderly, and you were so fragile.

“Darren broke up with me.”

“Oh hen,” he cooed, pulling your body in closer to his, “What happened?”

“He missed date night again this week, and I’d made such an effort. I made dinner, and bought new lingerie and all. He didn’t even tell me he was going to be back late from the office. I was sat in his flat like a lemon for three hours waiting for him. When he eventually showed up he barely apologised and we got into this big fight. Long story short he said he didn’t have time for me anymore and I wasn’t worth the effort. I ran straight here,” you finished with a sigh.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Are you?” you retorted with more venom in your voice than you had intended. Your emotions were all over the place. “You never liked him, you’ve wanted me to break up with him for months.”

“I dinnae think he was good enough for ye, but that doesn’t make me less sorry that he hurt ye.”
“He wasn’t good enough? He was a lawyer Jack!”
“So?” he said, his temper rising to match yours. “Tha’ makes him worthy of ye then? What about respecting ye and the things ye love. How many times did you try and take him to that art gallery? Did ye ever go? And what about making time to be with ye? What about making ye his priority every once in a while? What about showing ye how much ye mean to him, not just apologising fer cancelling a date again by buying ye some expensive present, huh? He took advantage of yer good heart. Ye forgive too easily and ye let him walk all over ye!”

You stared at him blankly, not knowing how to respond to his sudden outburst. He huffed before continuing, “I don’ understand ye Y/N. Ye have so much determination, ye won’t let anyone mess ye about, yer tough and strong and bright, but as soon as you’ve got a fella ye turn into some wet puppy dog and show yer belly any time he comes near.”

His words hit you hard; you were vulnerable from the breakup, feeling unworthy and unlovable as it was. Hearing your best friend berate you like that left you completely shattered.

“I didn’t come here for a lecture, Jack,” you said meekly, battling against the tears that were welling in your eyes. “I feel shitty enough without you telling me I’m weak. I know, okay?”

When Jack saw how he’d affected you he stood up, running a hand through his long hair, and pacing in front of you.

“Yer no’ weak, I just don’t understand how ye can be so blind about love.” He knelt before you. “Ye go looking in all the wrong places. You deserve someone who knows how precious ye are, who understands ye, and knows how to make ye feel better when yer down; when ye need him to tell ye how well yer doing and when to just hold ye tight and kiss ye.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, still wet from the rain, letting his fingers linger on your cheek for just a second too long. You started at each other for an eternal moment, your eyes darting rapidly between his. You were invaded by blue and suddenly it was all you could see.

“And where do I find such a superman?” you whispered, the tension hanging thick in the air between you.

Jack laughed gingerly and shook his head, all that tension dissipating as swiftly as it had appeared. He looked down, no longer able to make eye contact.

“He’s closer than ye think. Ye wouldnae have to look far.”

“So you’ve got someone in mind?”. You leaned in closer, some invisible force pulling you towards him.

“Yeah.”

“Who?” you prompted, already sure of the answer but longing to hear the words, see them form on his tongue, let them inhabit you.

He took a deep breath, seemingly setting himself. He looked up to meet your eyes again, and the words came tumbling out.

“I’m in love with ye, Y/N. I have been for so long. I cannae even remember when it happened, I just realised one day that all these feelings I have for ye, that swirl around in my head like a snowstorm, are more than just friendship. I love you. It hurt to see ye happy with Darren, but it hurts more that he broke yer heart. Ye see, I would never do that ‘cause it would kill me to know I’d hurt ye. Seeing ye pass me by again and again… it’s suffocatin’ me. I care about ye, more than I know what to do with. I just-”.

All of a sudden he stood up, unable to go on, unable to let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He walked over to the window; on the glass the street lights and the raindrops danced together, chased each other.

You stood up and walked over to him, needing to be near him. You slid your arms over his shoulders and onto his chest, pressing yourself into him. The tears that had been threatening for so long finally spilled over. This confession, this declaration of love, was so unexpected that you didn’t know what to feel. You were shocked and excited and frightened. He had opened something within you, a box that had been locked away for as long as you’d known him, a desire that had been forbidden until now. But still, you were newly out of a relationship which had left you wounded. You were damaged, tired, frail, but you knew you could have something with Jack more special than anything you’d ever experienced. You fit together, snug and comfortable, and you wanted that desperately.

“I want you, Jack. I didn’t know it until now but I do.” He turned his head, his shoulders still closed off but a little more open to you now. You leant up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

“But I’m still hurting. He hurt me. I can’t rush into something with you and risk ruining what we have, even what we could potentially have.”

He turned to face you fully now, and you cradled his jaw in your hands. He looked down as he played with the hem of your jumper, until you guided his eye line towards your face.

“Give me time Jackie.”

He nodded, slightly glum but mostly excited; like a little boy who’s been told he’s getting a puppy but not till Christmas. You smiled, already feeling better, and stroked the hair at the back of his neck.

He bent down and, with barely a touch, pecked your lips. You smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I can wait,” he whispered.

Everything Backwards (Chapter 3/12)

Summary: When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-off-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve lucked out, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it all.

This is the story of how it works out.

Chapter 3 summary: After a week of living in the same house, is it getting any easier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 1849

Warnings: Swearing, because Bucky’s a bit awful at the beginning…

Previous: Chapter 2 

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By next Tuesday things have settled down a bit. You’ve figured out that Bucky has breakfast around nine in the morning, so you just avoid the kitchen until you hear him move back to his room. He always accidentally closes doors harder than necessary behind him, you’ve definitely noticed how strong he is so when Steve mentions Bucky has signed up at the fitness centre you aren’t surprised.

Ten days in, and with only a half dozen words shared since the first morning, you are getting used to his presence. Tuesday means swimming lessons for all three children, and you’re rushing out the door with their swim bags when you run straight into Bucky as he’s leaving too.

“Gosh, sorry!” You apologise instinctively, slipping around him to jump the four steps to the pavement.

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Mission Successful by LittleRose13

I wrote this a while back, and then @blvnk-art posted this piece, which sort of felt like she’d reached into my head! Merry Christmas everyone!

Day 12, The 12 Days of Shipmas - It’s Christmas Eve and you’re not here?😢
Words: 4,020
Pairing: Harry/Ginny



24th December, 2009
“Mummy, Jamesy says it’s Christmas Eve today. Is it really?”

Ginny turned around at Al’s little voice, momentarily looking away from feeding Lily, and noticing that he’d picked all of the blueberries out of his pancake and left them on the side of his plate. “James is right, today is Christmas Eve.”

“See, Al. I told you.” James drank some pumpkin juice smugly.

“But today can’t be Christmas Eve,” Albus persisted, ignoring his brother.

“Why can’t it?” Ginny asked, grabbing Lily’s last slice of banana before she squished it into her hair.

“Because Daddy isn’t home yet,” he stated factually and Ginny’s heart sank. “He’s been gone for ages.”

“Daddy left on Saturday, today is Thursday. That’s five days.” Ginny tried to pretend she was just practising the days of the week with her younger son, and didn’t think about how this was supposed to be a two day Auror mission.

“Will he be home today?” James asked the one question Ginny didn’t have an answer to.

“I hope so, sweetheart.”

James’ face fell. “You hope so? So he might not be home today?” His lip trembled and his eyes filled up with tears.

“Is Daddy gonna miss Christmas?” Albus voiced everybody’s biggest fear in the inquisitive way only a three-year-old can manage. As he spoke, he turned to James with a scared expression and saw that his brother was crying. This seemed to confirm the worst for Albus and he began to cry too.

“Daddy!” Lily cried desperately, and she started to cry, because that was just what Ginny needed in that moment. She honestly felt like joining her three children in their sobbing fest.

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IM JB’S WIFE (Chapter 1)

Chapter Title: The Husband

Status: Finished

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: JB X Reader

Word Count: 2100

NOTE: Italicised words were said in Korean.



I almost trip while running after hearing the door open.

“JB?” I excitedly call while putting on my slippers. I don’t care if I got a different pair. I quickly make my way to welcome him.

But of course, it isn’t him. It is Ahjumma.

I’m sorry, ma'am. It’s just me,” she says sadly, probably because disappointment is eminent in my face.

I don’t know why I’m still not used to it. Ever since we got married, I only get to see my husband once a week if I’m lucky. A couple on their first month spends most of their time with each other but here we are, already married for two years yet not together. I’ll be ecstatic if JB isn’t dead tired and calls me to say hi.

But what can I do? I chose this. I knew the situation. Having a famous husband means you need a mile of patience and understanding.

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