i love his hair like this huh

  • Joker: Batman? Pffff, what dumb superhero, I'm totally over hi — [trips] [hundreds of thousands of Batman pictures spill out of tailcoat] What a - what a weirdo, t-these aren't mine, I'm just [gathering them up and frantically sweating] Ok, ok, listen - I hate the guy, l-listen [thousands of Batman pictures scatter across the floor] Oh my gosh, I-I'm just holding them fo-for Harley, oK jUsT LIS T E N

It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.

It’s more like…. more like…

Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.

So.

“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.

Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”

“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”

Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.

Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”

He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”

“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”

Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”

#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”

“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”

Aww.

“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”

Record Scratch. 

“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”

Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”

“I mean…” 

“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”

“Well….”

Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”

“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”

“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”

“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”

Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”

“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”

Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”

The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”

He did.

Birthday Sex ~ Jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,528 Words

SMUT WARNING

As soon as the clock turned 12, Jimin was all over you. He pulled you into his arms and didn’t let go, wishing you a happy birthday and continued talking about how thankful he is for you.

“Jimin…” You whine, trying to pull away from his grasp. He ignored you and started bouncing the leg you were sitting on.

“Yah, listen to me.” He sighed and squeezed onto your hips. He definitely caught your full attention as soon as he started moving his leg.

You looked at him as he was biting his lip. You really had no idea that Jimin was just talking about treating you with birthday sex and taking you out for dinner later.

He stopped his leg and leaned in for a kiss, as soon as your lips touched you let out a soft moan. No matter how many times you kissed, the feeling of his lips never got old. They were so soft and plump, he looked so submissive when they were red and swollen and he was slightly panting. But this was about you tonight and Jimin was going to make sure you knew that even though it was your birthday, he was still in charge and was gonna treat you tonight.

As the kiss deepened, his hands went to your shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing your dark lace bra. He pulled away and smirked as you removed your shirt, “Mm.. such a good girl. Even on your birthday. Don’t you think you deserve a treat today?”

“Yes Jimin…”

He pulled you onto his lap and leaned forward and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking on the soft skin, leaving trails of his mark behind. You started grinding into him, trying to relieve some of the tension and get some kind of action going. As Jimin bit down onto the skin, you let out a small moan and moved slightly faster while grinding on him.

He’s always been confident while with you, you always let him know how good he is and it just boosts his ego. He pulled away and admired his work, his hands trailed to your hips and he held onto while you slightly pleasured you both on his lap. You unhooked your bra and threw it onto the floor, “Jimin… I need you.”

He picked you up and moved you to your bed. You laid back and he quickly got to pulling off your shorts and panties. He spread your legs open and slowly ran a finger over your entrance, you wetness slid out onto his finger, coating him already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

His thumb slowly stroked your clit, “(Y/N), can you do what you did last time?”

You quickly nodded, needing Jimin to touch you in any way possible, to give you some relief.

He slid one finger into your opening and pushed it deep before curling it inside of you. You whimpered and pushed against his finger, making it go even deeper. Jimin curled it a few times before pulling it out, only to push another finger in. You prepared yourself as he slowly curled his fingers, getting you ready for the harsh, but amazing, fingering he was about to give you. He raised his eyebrows, asking if he was okay to go and you nodded.

He quickly curled his two fingers causing you to moan loudly. He used some strength and pounded you with his fingers. He pushed them in as deep as he could and curled them as fast as he could, right against that spot that always gets you going.

“Oh fuck! Jimin!” You cried as he quickly pulled his fingers out of you, a trail of your liquids following suit.

“There you go, baby!” He praised, watching as you squirted all over the sheets. He didn’t even mind the mess and pushed his fingers in again, curling then hard and fast. He kept this going longer this time and before he even pulled out his fingers, you squirted uncontrollably.

You whined as you felt the wetness soaking the sheets underneath you. The sensation was warm and you could feel Jimin was trying to move his fingers faster. As he finally pulled them out, you squirted more, and it landed on his shirt, soaking it in the process.

“Such a good girl.” He moaned out as he ran his fingers over your clit. You shivered and pulled on his hair.

“Jimin, your mouth… Please..!” You begged, spreading your legs open wide for him to see.

Without any warning he leans down and latches his plump lips onto your clit. You moan loudly and pull on his hair as he quickly licks your clit. Jimin was so skilled with his mouth and it was impossible to last for long. His arms hooked underneath your thighs and pulled you even closer to his mouth. He sucked harshly on your clit, and that had you coming in less than a minute.

He groaned against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive as he licked up your cum. Even after that orgasm, he didn’t stop and kept licking from your entrance to your clit, not able to get enough of your taste.

“J-Jimin! Stop!” You whimper, trying to push him away with your shaky hands. He holds your legs in place as he continues to quickly lick over your clit. Your hands grab onto his black hair to try to steady yourself.

“Ah! Fuck!” You yelp and try to calm yourself as you felt the slight tingling sensation in the bottom of your stomach before releasing from his mouth again. He sucked on your clit and shook his head from left to right, causing you to jerk your hips up and for your eyes to water.

“Please Jimin… I can’t..!” You beg and he finally stops his abuse on your poor clit after sucking up all of your sweet cum.

“You taste so good baby, but i cant wait to see what we taste like together. You ready for my cock?” He asks while quickly undressing himself, giving you a moment to come down from your high.

“Yes.. Just please.. Hurry up!” You whine and quickly help him line himself up with your entrance. Your hands go to his back and pull him to you so he pushes into you. Your faces twist with pleasure as your walls clench around him, enveloping his cock in the wet warmness of your pussy.

“Shit (Y/N). Always so tight for my cock.” He grunts as he starts thrusting into you at a good pace. His skin slightly brushed against your clit everytime he thrust and you were getting close again.

“You like that (Y/N)?” He asks right after one particularly hard thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Please Jimin, don’t stop!” You beg and he smirks while pounding into you. Your walls clench before you let go.

Your walls clenched and released around him and your nails dragged down his back. Before you could even come down from your high, Jimin flipped you around and started thrusting into you from behind. The overstimulation made it hard to keep yourself up so he pulled you up by your hair. Your back was pressed against his chest and his hand was gripping your throat.

“You like that baby? When I fuck your little pussy and choke you? Huh?” He growls, slightly squeezing harder as he got closer to his high.

“Yes Jimin, I love it,” you choke out the words as your air was getting cut off. It added to the pleasure and rushed your body to reach its next orgasm. Jimin thrust one last time before releasing his hot seed into your throbbing pussy. You cried out as you tightened around him again, legs shaking from the intense orgasm. He let go of your throat and you gasped for air.

He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed, “Holy shit babygirl. You okay?” He looked over at you laying on the side of him catching your breath.

You nodded and rolled over onto his chest, “My fucking legs Park Jimin. They’re sore as fuck.”

He laughed and played with some of your hair, admiring you in the process. “You were the one who said you wanted to fuck for your birthday.”

You pouted but leaned up and softly kissed him on the lips, “Thank you baby. That’s the best fuck we’ve ever had.”

He smiled and moved his hands down to your ass and softly squeezed, before rubbing it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“So we should prob-” You were cut off as Jimin’s hand harshly slapped your ass. He smirked as you yelped and quickly sat up.

“You’re always supposed to get your ass slapped on your birthday,” he said with a smug look on his face.

“No, not in my world.”

He laughed and pulled you back down and held you down with his left hand while his right hand rubbed your ass slowly.

“21 more to go.” He said, while his hand came down again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“I fucking hate you Park Jimin!”

Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

Father’s Day - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1091

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Unedited and Unbeta’d

Feedback and Constructive Criticism always appreciated

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist


“You ready?” You glanced down at JoJo who was still dressed in green pajamas, shifting from foot to foot. You’d taken the time this morning to pull her hair back in a French braid to keep it out of her face, but it had already started to fall out, framing her face.

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright, let’s go!” You picked up the tray of food and nodded your head, letting her lead the way. She bounded down the hall and to your bedroom, stopping at the door. She opened it carefully, peeking inside. “Is he still asleep?”

“Uh huh.” JoJo giggled. “He’s hugging your pillow, Mommy.” You opened the door further, glancing inside and shaking your head. Dean did indeed have his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow. You’d only been out of bed a little over an hour and he was already acting like you’d been gone for an eternity.

“Go ahead.” You whispered. “We’re not gonna let him sleep all day.” JoJo skipped inside, crawling up on the bed while you waited in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. She crawled on top of Dean, who in his sleep, released the pillow and turned to grip her waist. He was used to her crawling on top of him in the middle of the night or early morning, very rarely did it ever wake him.

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I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd

THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN AT 1777 WORDS AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT AS WELL


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”

**

You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.

**

The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”


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Dating Bucky Barnes would include :

- “doll”, “beautiful”, “love”, “gorgeous

- leaving sweet love notes such as “good morning handsome”, “I love you just the way that you are”, “you are NOT a monster”, “I love you” on the fridge, the TV remote or even his nightstand 

- him watching you sleep and thinking of how lucky he is to have you

- you doing the same

- comforting him whevener he has nightmares or feels bad about himself

- possessive Bucky 

- jealous Bucky

- Whenever he sees you talking with another guy, he stays calm at first and stays focused on whatever he was doing at that moment. But as soon as he considers that the guy thinks he has his chances with you, he shows up next to you, places an arm around your waist, kisses your cheek and says something like “Doll, who’s that man you’re talking too, huh ?

- “(Y/N) no” “(Y/N) yes

- him asking you to put his hair in a man bun before going on a mission

- both worshipping each other’s body 

-  sometimes asking to be the big spoon because you love the way Bucky circles your body with his arms and rests his head on your chest as you run your hands through his hair

- saying “I love you’s” multiple times through the day

- always making the other smile

- always complimenting the other and reminding him how beautiful he is

- rough sex, make up sex, gentle sex

-  taking pictures of him so you can look at them while he’s away

- teaching him how to use new technologies

- him not wanting you to leave the bed in the morning

- “But… doll. Stay in bed with me for a little longer. Work can wait.” he says with his morning voice.

- HIS MORNING VOICE DAMMIT

- loving the other like crazy

- you’re basically #couplegoals

- stealing his shirts

- constantly touching the other 

- lots, and I mean lots of cuddles

- him getting shy and blushes when you kiss his cheek in public but he’s always asking for attention and affection at home

- him opening up to you and understanding that you’ll never judge him for anything

- him reaching out for your hands when you’re outside, or even when he wants to have you close to him because it makes him feel safer

- you resting on his metal arm during summer nights because it’s cold

- him calling you at random times, forgetting what he wanted to tell you then appologizing and telling you he loves you

- you tracing the scar that separates his flesh from his metal arm before bed as he closes his eyes

- you being best friends with Sam and Steve

- reminding him several times that he doesn’t have to be jealous because you’re all his

- “You’re my mission tonight.” he says playfully before kissing your neck.

- him thinking that you’re an angel that needs to be protected at all costs

- him texting you tons of emojis that make no sense but you don’t complain because he thinks that that’s cute and it makes him happy

- morning sex

- showering together which leads to quickies

- you creating a playlist of musics that reminds him of you so he can listen to them when he’s away

- letting him touch and braid your hair when he anxious

- massaging his muscular back when he comes back from a mission

- going withhim to buy plums and groceries shopping

- old couples thinking that you’re adorable together

- him tightening his embrace around your waist whenever you move a little during the night because he’s afraid that you might leave him one day which leads to you caressing his hand and whisper “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Never.”

- him snuggling his face in your neck and hugging you by behind when you’re cooking

- sexual tension when you’re arguing

- someone get me a Bucky. please


REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Imagine telling Steve Rogers you love him

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you grumbled under your breath.

“Lang-”

“Shut up, Steve,” you interrupted before he could finish saying language.

He tried to hold back a chuckle, so it came out as a low snort.

“It’s actually not funny,” you peered nervously over the edge of the clif. “Whose brilliant idea was this anyways?”

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heartbeat pt. IV

Title: Heartbeat Pt. IV
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rough stuff, angst, drama, more fluff than usual. It’s time for shit to get real this part, you guys.
A/N: This is gonna be the second to last part of the series, so I hope you guys enjoy. Once I finish this, I’ve got a lot more fun stuff up my sleeve for yall!

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The fics are here, there’s only sappy personal shit under the cut. These are my comfort fics, there is a folder on my phone for when life just completely blows and these are at the top of the list. 

anything, anything by  drunktuesdays | 5.2K

Stiles wakes up in Derek’s bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren’t even dating.

“Did you sic everyone in this damn town on me?” Stiles said, furious.

“No,” Derek drawled.

“Fernando at the coffee shop refused to serve me,” Stiles shouted. “Do you know how long he’s known me? Since I was five. When I asked him what his problem was, his wife told me you were a nice boy and I shouldn’t be so mean.”

“I am a nice boy,” Derek said, smirking a little.

thank god your heart is too close by  hoars | 3.4K

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

There’s this boy that carries Derek’s heart around in his pocket in Beacon Hills, California. He has short brown hair and brown eyes and should by all accounts be ordinary. He isn’t. He smiles mischievously over popcorn buckets, laughs during sex and never runs from Derek but to him.

Derek is kind of awed. Still. It’s been two years together and this boy is still his.

Beltane by  DevilDoll | 8.2K

“Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he’s seeing something intimate and private that shouldn’t have an audience. That’s nothing compared to how it feels.” This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

“What did she say, Stiles?” Derek asks him. His fingers tighten on the elastic of Stiles’ underwear. He can’t seem to let go.

“She said my fate was tied to it, and I…”

“Tell me,” Derek urges softly, when Stiles falters again.

Stiles squares his shoulders and closes his eyes, and it’s clear he’s reciting from memory when he says, voice not quite steady, “This is for the one you are destined to find. He is your fate. You are his salvation. The tooth and the claw, the light and the hope. The protector and the healer.”

I Do Do You? by  Captain_Loki | 6.5K

Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

You make me…” Derek pauses, shakes his head trying to find the right words, and Stiles watches, bites at his thumb nail. “You make me patient, and…and balanced, and kind…and…” Derek stops suddenly, brows flicking together and then he bursts out laughing and Stiles’ breath catches in his throat.

“Fuck, no, those are they lyrics to Skinny Love,” and Stiles laughs, openly for the first time as the Derek in his palm covers his face in broad hands until he’s pulling away, wiping away the tears from his eyes. “Fuck, I’m so bad at this. And I’m drunk. God, I’m drunk. And I’m married. Fuck we got married.” Derek shakes his head and pauses, staring off into the distance somewhere for a long time before he looks back.

“I just want to make you happy Stiles,” Derek says, sobering slightly. “If…tomorrow you watch this and you think…you think I could…I just want to try. I’m not good with people, but I…”

“I just love you, okay?”

never found a boy (to love me like you do) by  stilinskisparkles | 6.6K

Stiles sits down opposite him, long fingers wrapping round the vodka bottle’s neck as he drags it towards him. “Huh.” He’s practically caressing the lid as he unscrews it and Derek shifts in his seat, looks determinedly elsewhere.

“I never told someone I was in love with, I was in love with them,” Stiles says quietly, hands still petting through Derek’s hair. “Even though I was in love with them, and I didn’t want to say anything so I let them go and they really fucking missed me and now they’re back and they’re sick of waiting, and they love you, too.”

Derek tightens his arms where they’re wrapped round Stiles’ waist, leans forward and rests his head on Stiles’ shoulder. “You fucking knew?”

Stiles squirms around on his lap and Derek lets out a ragged breath, tries to keep him still. “Not till right this second.”

Wild and Reckless Breeze by  GotTheSilver | 15.7K

In which Stiles is killing time working at a bookshop, Derek buys a lot of Chuck Palahniuk and they start hanging out, much to the confusion of Scott and the Sheriff.

“I was just,” Derek waves a hand towards the American Classics section. “Picking up something.”

“Catcher In The Rye? On The Road?”

Derek shakes his head and smirks, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, actually.”

“Of course,” Stiles says. “You know, just because you dress like an angsty teenager, doesn’t mean you actually are one.”

Derek’s lips twitch, and for a moment Stiles thinks he might smile—really smile—but he just walks off to find his book. Stiles gets back to work and doesn’t notice when Derek leaves.

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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okay y’all time to look into this Code Geass R3 trailer

first thing we see is:

and it looks melted? but then the next time we see the Zero mask is:

and it must be Suzaku because who else can make those jumps? but I’ll get into Suzaku in a sec.

then we see this:

that tipped cart does look like the one C.C. was riding on at the end of R2 and it’s hard to see in this picture but when i was watching it, it kind of looks like the person riding in front has green hair? but again, hard to tell. 

anyway, let’s keep going. we see this badass knightmare:

can this be Zero’s new knightmare? I just like the idea of Suzaku continuing to pilot knightmares and just destroying everyone

Jeremiah is standing in a pool with flamingos with it looks like Anya by his side when:

so something about those flamingos isn’t right, huh?

then we see her, my goddess, my queen

i love her.

AND NOW!!! the part that intrigued me the most!!!

we see this:

looks like either a track or a guard railing, and something is obviously coming down it

Suzaku, of course! riding ON TOP of something. what this is has confused me. at first I thought it was the cockpit of a knightmare that was crashing, but I don’t know how Suzaku would get outside of an ejected knightmare seat.

so i’m not really sure. it looks like it could be riding on the track? but again, not sure. all we know is that it was going way too fast and crashed and Suzaku was riding on top of it for some reason. oh, let’s also notice all those orange trees around him. was he going to see Anya and Jeremiah? 

BUT THOSE AREN’T EVEN THE BIGGEST QUESTIONS I HAVE ABOUT THIS SEEN. MY BIGGEST QUESTION IS WHY

IS HE

WEARING

HIS KNIGHT OF SEVEN UNIFORM??

Suzaku can’t even go outside without wearing the Zero outfit/mask because he’s presumed dead. no one can see his face. but here he is, defying death and being all Suzaku-like, not just without the mask but in his knight of seven uniform. but we already saw him in the Zero outfit earlier in the trailer!!!!

i love him so much. look at him. how do you not love that face. i just want him to be happy.

anyway. then we see:

Lelouch! and then it is over. but according to this, Lelouch has his geass, which means he can’t also have a code to make him immortal, too. are these flashbacks? did they go back in time somehow? i just really need a release date on this season so i can mentally prepare myself for all of this.

PAX East Confrontation

(A Darkiplier & Antisepticeye fic. Warning for some violence.)

It was around 3am and most of the con had quieted down. Guests retired to their hotel rooms to rest after a long exciting day. Seán lay next to Signe, still mostly awake. He was too excited to sleep. The panel had gone so well! He was giddy at everyone’s reactions to his video. He couldn’t wait to see Robin and high-five about it. He wanted to bounce up and down but didn’t risk waking his partner. The dark hotel room was suddenly lit from Seán’s phone. Though he hated checking his phone so often, he couldn’t help himself. He was too wired to ignore it, so he he gently rolled over and slid the phone under the covers so the light wouldn’t bother Signe. It was a text from Mark. It read:

“Hey Jack, you awake?” another text “Sorry, Seán. I’m still in the habit, haha.”

Seán replied “It’s okay. Yep i’m up! Today was awesome!”

“Hell yeah! Hey um, since your up do you mind meeting me to talk? I don’t want to wake anyone else but I need somebody.”

“Yeah okay, give me 5 minutes. Everything okay?”

“I’m okay. Um, i’ll meet you in stairway D, if that’s okay. I feel like walking. We can go to the balcony, it should be private at this hour.”

“Cool, see you.” Seán carefully left the bed and threw on some clothes. He grabbed his keycard and quietly shut the door. The hallway was colder than he expected, but he didn’t mind. He was too bouncy to mind the cold. At the end of the hall was the door to the stairs. Seán always liked the feeling of roaming a hotel at night. Hotels were inherently fun for some reason, and the empty halls felt a bit spooky but free. He entered the dark stairway and called, “Mark? You in here?”

Mark appeared from the shadows, wearing a smart suit. An odd change from his comfortable con-going clothes but Seán didn’t question it. Mark spoke, “Hi. Thanks for meeting me. So uh, you don’t mind climbing the stairs?”

“Nah, let’s go!”

Mark and Seán walked together in silence. After a flight, Seán asked, “So hey, what did you want to talk about?”

Mark said, “It can wait.” Something was off about his voice, but Seán decided to give Mark his space. Their footsteps echoed in the stairway. Seán found himself looking over his shoulder, suddenly feeling mildly unnerved that the stairs were so dark. The light looked funny in there. He glanced at Mark’s face and noticed how unsettling the shadows made it look. He laughed to himself nervously. “Hm?” Mark hummed.

“Ha, nothing. Too much coffee is messing with me, I think. Gonna drink more in a couple hours though,” Seán enthused. The two made it to the balcony.

The city was dark and so was the moon, offering no moonlight. Mark and Seán were barely silhouettes in the night. Seán ran to the edge of the balcony and marveled at the stars. “Okay I know I should be in bed but this is amazing!” he cheered.

Mark chuckled, “I knew you’d think so.” Mark joined Seán by his side. The two stood together, enjoying the quiet moment.

Seán sighed contentedly, and asked, “So what did you want to talk about?” It was then that Mark grabbed him from behind and threw him onto the ground. Before Seán could react, he was hit with a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

“Alright Anti, come on out,” Mark said, his voice weirdly deep and distorted.

Seán gasped and regained his breath, “Mark, what are you-”

Mark kicked him again. “You can’t hurt your host, but I can. If you want to keep his body, I suggest you take over.”

Seán was so confused. He’d never seen his friend violent like this before. He scrambled to his feet and made a run for it. “Mark I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny!” Mark caught up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him back to the ground. “Fuck!” Seán shouted, as his head hit the hard concrete floor of the roof. “Mark please!”

“I bet that hurt a lot. A few more of those and he’s gone, so come on out, glitch boy,” Mark said in a too-calm voice.

“Mark stop, you’re acting crazy!” Seán cried.

“Mark. I always hated that name. I mean Dark is pretty stupid too, but at least it separates me from him,” Mark, or rather, Dark, mused, holding Seán down. Seán struggled to push him off. Regaining focus, Dark struck Seán across the face and pulled his hair, “Come on, Anti, I don’t have all night.” Seán just stared up at him, bewildered. Dark breathed an impatient sigh and hit him again. Seán cried out weakly. His head was getting fuzzy. Another blow. His whole body jolted with the impact. His vision started to go. “Tick Tock,” Dark said, wiping the blood from Seán’s lips with a handkerchief. Seán just whimpered. Dark huffed impatiently and started to strangle him. Seán’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and just as he passed out, Dark released his hold. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and began to drag Seán back towards the door to the stairs. “Next time I guess. You’re cutting it close though,” he said to the limp body.

After a moment of silence, the body started to glitch and fizzle. The sound of static sharply emanated. Dark smiled and let the body hit the ground. He backed up, eagerly awaiting Anti’s presence. The glitches grew more violent, and where bruises had appeared on Seán’s neck, now were self-inflicted gashes, gushing blood. Skin turned paler and hair faded into a washed-out, sickly mint green. The body twitched, and then, from it’s position laying on the floor, was at once standing up, albeit slumped.

“You…” came a garbled voice. The body lunged at Dark, who casually dodged, “You bastard, what the hell do you want?” Dark didn’t answer, he merely tipped up Anti’s chin to look into his bright eyes. Anti clenched his fists. “That was a dirty trick, even for you,” he said, hitting Dark’s hand away.

“Oh?” Dark feigned innocence. Anti hated his calm, inviting demeanor. He was cool-headed even during a beating. It was rare to see the facade crack and true wrath show through the veil.

“You used their bond lure him out here. That’s cruel,” Anti said.

“Oh no, did I betray little Seán’s trust? How awful. Can you imagine if I did something like that to an entire unsuspecting audience?” Dark said, with dry sarcasm.

“That’s different! Those people, they’re just faceless masses. They don’t know him. They chose to trust him ‘cause they think he’s funny and kind. Even cute,” Anti said, wrinkling his nose at the idea, “A five minute meet, greet and hug isn’t real trust. Seán and Mark are actually friends.”

“Are you upset that I hurt him, then?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrows.

Anti frowned. “What do I care? I’m just saying it’s cruel and unnecessary. There are easier ways to get my attention.”

“That’s rich coming from Mister Throat Slitter,” Dark gestured.

Anti gently touched the wound, feeling the warm blood on his fingertips. He felt a pang of something, but it couldn’t be guilt. He’d never admit Dark had a point “What do you want, anyway?”

“I’m not happy with your little stunt,” Dark said, turning his back to Anti.

Anti snickered, “Oh my god, all this to tell me you’re a jealous bitch? I could have figured that out on my own! Jesus, Dark, you’re fucking extra. Drama queen prick,” Anti clapped Dark on the back. Dark’s body flickered and suddenly he faced Anti again, catching his wrist. He gripped it too tightly. Anti was able to glitch to break away. “I’m fucking off to bed, dude,” Anti scoffed, turning to leave. He got a few steps before Dark teleported in front of him, and knocked him back with a punch to the face. “Fuck! So it’s like that? Okay i’ll throw down!” Anti said, rolling up his sleeves. He hated how pretentious Dark could be, but wouldn’t mind a fight. It could be fun.

“Now now, I just want to talk. I only hit you ‘cause I couldn’t let you leave so soon,” Dark chided.

“Oh really? Not ‘cause I pushed your buttons?” Anti taunted.

Dark smiled. “How long do you think they’ll love you for anyway? How long until they get tired of the novelty and just want their precious Seán safe and sound? They’re starting to figure it out, you know. That without their attention, you’ll fizzle and fade. Sure you’ll manage blips here and there, but after a while you won’t even have the energy for that”

“Are you kidding? You saw the panel, they love me! At the first hint of me they screamed and cheered. They can’t help themselves. I hurt Seán, badly, and they begged for more. They’ll never love him more than the spectacle,” Anti gloated.

“Spectacle,” Dark pondered. He ruffled Anti’s hair as if he were a child, “You know, that’s a great word to describe what you are.”

“Ugh don’t do that! Personal space. Fuck sake. What about you, huh? What happens when they get tired of you?”

Dark looked perplexed, then a look of realization hit him. “Oh my god. You think i’m like you. Tell me Anti, where do you think Mark’s body is?”

Anti tried to hide his confusion. “Well obviously it’s…it’s uh.”

“Probably asleep or taking a shit, that’s where it is,” Dark answered for Anti, who crinkled up his nose. Not the imagery he wanted to think about. “You see, I don’t share. This body’s mine. Mark can do what he wants, and whether the audience believes in me or not doesn’t matter. I’m not like you, Tinkerbell. I don’t need admiration to live, i’m well past that point. I just like it. What I don’t like is sharing the spotlight with you.”

Anti was dying to ask how Dark was able to manifest his own body, separate from Mark. He’d ask, but more annoyed with Dark’s arrogance. He scoffed, “well, it’s a little late for that, now, isn’t it?”

Dark flickered up to Anti and twisted his wrist behind his back. Anti tried to glitch away but Dark’s energy was overwhelming. Anti felt a rare twinge of panic. Dark had grown in power. “I’m going to ask nicely. Cut the antics, stay in the background, and i’ll play fair,” Dark said cooly, too close to Anti’s ear. Anti went to hit him with his free elbow but Dark caught him and twisted harder, forcing him to kneel. Any harder and the bone would break, which even for Anti would take some time to heal.

Anti was defiant nonetheless, “Or what?”

Dark grabbed Anti by his hair and made him bow his head, “Or i’ll make sure you don’t have a body to go back to.”

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The next morning, Seán awoke and checked his phone. No new messages, nothing to report. On the way to the vendors section of PAX he saw Mark with his gang. Ethan and Tyler were dabbing at fans. Seán ran up to them. Mark caught his eye and went to meet him. “Oh hey Seán! Did you sleep okay? You look a little out of it.”

“Oh yeah, i’m probably getting the PAX plague. That’s what you get for hugging a jillion people!” Seán laughed, “Throat hurts like hell but it’s worth it! I gotta tell you though, I had this super weird dream. You were in it and you like, punched me in the face? Then the dream switched over to Resident Evil 7. Fucking bugs in my face and this time I could feel them!”

“Gross! Sorry for being a dream asshole. Can you make it to our panel today?”

“Yeah i’ll see you then!” Seán waved to the crew and trotted off. He glanced back at them one last time, and for a moment, he saw a second Mark in the distance. He shrugged it off as a cosplayer, and continued. He coughed, “Ugh. Stupid sore throat.”

Don't Say Anything (part 3)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I said it once and I’ll say it again, angst

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are liking this so far :)


You shower and get dressed, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans before making your way over to Bucky’s room. Not knocking, you open the door and see Bucky and Nat lip-locked.

“Oh god..” you mutter, looking away. “Lock the door next time.”

You hear Nat giggle. “Sorry snooka.”

“You know, I’m just gonna go back to my room and watch movies. Maybe invite Steve or Tony. They like watching movies with me.” you say. “You two go back to what you were doing.”

It hurt like hell. Everything hurt.

“No! No, let’s go.” Bucky exclaimed.

“I’m not gonna sulk in my room okay?”

“We’re going out. C’mon.” you can hear Bucky stand up from his bed.

“No Bucky, you stay here. I’ll get Tony to take me. Or maybe Steve, he likes animals too.” you think it over while peering out into the hallway.

“No!” he says quickly before clearing his throat. “I mean no, I’m the one who suggested it so I’m taking you.”

“Bucky-”

“Nuh uh, come on. Take that cute butt to the elevator.” he says and you can hear his keys jingling as he picks them up.

“It is cute, isn’t it?” Nat says and you bite the inside of your cheek.

It’s like you wanted to hate her but you couldn’t. You wanted to hate her for being with Bucky, for being with the man that you’ve been in love with for years now. But you couldn’t. You really couldn’t. Bucky deserved to be happy. After everything he’s been through, he needs it.

“If anyone asks, we’re at the zoo.” Bucky says as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. His signature move when it comes to you.


“So.. You and Nat, huh?” you spoke while passing the lions.

“Yeah.” he chuckled, running his fingers though his hair.

“Are you guys dating? Like is it official?” you question. Stop asking questions you’re just hurting yourself even more.

“Uh.. It’s complicated I guess? We’ve never really talked about it. We like each others company and all but I haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend yet.”

Yet. He fucking said yet. Does that mean you still have a chance? Or is he planning on asking her to be his girlfriend soon?

“Oh.” you nod.

“Yeah. We’re just seeing where this goes for now.” Bucky shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You’ll never have a chance with him. Not next to Natasha. Any sane person would choose Nat over you.

“So what’s the deal with this guy you like? How come you’ve never told me about him?” he changes the subject quickly.

“I didn’t know that I needed to fill you in on the guys that I’m interested in, James.” you respond as the two of you stop by the elephants.

He scoffed. “Well it would be nice to know who my best friend is into, Y/N.”

Best friend. Great. Friend zoned.

Who even came up with the friend zone? All you knew is you wanted to stab the friend zone 56 times and ship it somewhere far far away so that you’d never see it again. Hopefully it’d get lost at sea.

“You didn’t even tell me that you and Nat were a thing so you have no reason to come at me.” you say, keeping your eyes on the mother elephant who was washing her baby.

“We didn’t want anyone to know.” he sighed.

“Well I didn’t want anyone to know either.” you shrug.

“Nat knew.”

“That’s because she’s a nosey little shit.”

“Wanda knew.”

“She’s also a nosey little shit.”

“I just - Why couldn’t you tell me?” you can feel him looking at you.

Because it’s you! The guy I like is you!

“Why couldn’t you tell me about you and Nat?” bitterness laced your voice and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re really gonna bring that up again?”

“Why is it so important that you need to know who I like?”

“Because we’re best friends and as best friends we tell each other who we like.”

Your eyes start to water. “Yeah, best friends.” you look away from Bucky and sigh loudly.

“Baby doll..” he murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

At the contact, you shrug him off. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Not even bothering for a response, you start walking towards the bathrooms with Bucky hot on your heels. He tries talking to you, tries grabbing your hand to pull you back but you speed up until you were inside the girls bathroom. You lock yourself in the stall farthest from the door and back up into the wall, covering your mouth as your tears fall from your face.

It sucks knowing that Bucky likes someone else; someone way better than you in every way. How are you supposed to compete with Nat? That’s a game you know you’ll lose. You just wished he felt the same way about you - even just a little bit.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom. You pause, watching as Bucky’s shoes come into view from underneath the stall door. He was inside the girls bathroom.

“Yeah I’m fine, just needed to pee really badly.” you respond, flushing the toilet. You open the door and once Bucky takes a look at you, he brings you into his arms.

“You’re crying.” he frowns.

“It was a really intense and emotional pee.” you mumble into his chest.

Bucky laughs at your response and you can feel his chest vibrate as he does so. Why couldn’t Bucky like you? What did Nat have that you didn’t?

Everything. She has everything and you have nothing.

“Come on, let’s go get some food. I’m starving.” he says, breaking the silence that fell upon the two of you.

“Okay.” you nod, the two of you pulling away from the hug. Bucky examines your face before wiping away your leftover tears. After this day, you have to start distancing yourself. It’s the only way to get over him and save your already broken heart from becoming even more broken every time you see Bucky and Nat.

Bucky pulls you to him and kisses your temple as you both walk out of the restroom. “How does Olive Garden sound?”

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh. “It sounds perfect.”


A/N: Heyoooo are ya feeling about this part?

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pairing: alexander x reader

prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”


You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open. 

“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.” 

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|| Yours To Keep || [[smut]]

{summary: you are his to keep now.}

due to such a popular demand, i’m making the mafia!bucky story into a five part series with maybe a few extra parts written at the end in bucky’s POV (since it was kind of requested) ;w; once all of the parts are posted, i’ll make a mini masterlist of some sort so you readers won’t be scrambling to find all the parts to this story.

[ {I’m Yours} series tagging list ]: @marvel-fanfiction , @sea-kale , @acunningstargazer , @imagine-thingsandstuff (if you would like to be included in this specific tag, let me know in an ask!)

warnings: wake up morning sex [♥]

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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I’m so happy that you enjoyed them! The women don’t get enough love, and I’m willing to provide.

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MERCY:
• She’s wine mom™ all the way.
• If there’s wine, she’ll drink it, but no one’s ever seen her drunk.
• Happy to see you, even if you’re plastered.
• Will start the conversation thinking that you where just buzzed.
• “Hello there!”
• “HUH? Oohhh….. Hi-hey ann…….aaaaangela.”
• She laugh and asks if this is a good time.
• “yess, there……you..you’re fun guy to talk…with too…and…..you’re hair….ooohhhh soooo pretty”
• “Oh, uh, thank you!”
• “aaannnddd yyyoouurrr face! I hate…. I don like…..geez, you’re sooo cute aaannnggggeeellaaa”
• She’s blushing and laughing at you, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the room.
• “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
• You wake up in your room with a headache and a note on your table from Angela asking you out.

PHARAH:
• She doesn’t drink, she never drinks.
• She spots you ready to get into a fist fight with McCree over some chicken nuggets.
• Jumps between you two and throws the old nuggets into the trash before either of you could stop her.
• Will call over her mom to watch Jesse.
• Makes you sit next to her so that you don’t start anymore trouble.
• Jumps when you try to hold her hand.
• “Your hand…..you….it’s SOOO soft”
• “I, uhhhhh….”
• “aawwwww…. You- your face…..LOOK red….mmmmmmm pretty face.”
• “Well, ummmm.”
• “ohhhhh….. I’m soorryyy…you’re…. I made….you uncomfortable.”
• You move away from her
• “NO.”
• “you sure??”
• “Yes.”
• She grabs your hand to punctuate her point.
• Your eyes are sparking and she gets redder.
• You two held hands for the rest of the night.

TRACER:
• She has a low alcohol tolerance, so she tries to be responsible and not drink.
• Has fun messing with the people who are drunk.
• This includes you.
• “heeeyyy…. HEY tra….leNA! Can….will you get me ano…some more??”
• “Some more what?”
• “The…uhhhhh….this one…”
• “What’s ‘this one,’ love?”
• “Drink…the..some beer?”
• “Haha, I think you’ve had enough!”
• It takes you a second to realize that she wasn’t getting more drinks for you.
• “aaaahHHHHH I see miss….smarty. Me…..TWO can play……”
• You make your way to a table nearby and stand on it.
• She’s a giggling mess telling you to get down from there.
• You wobble and fall off and she barely catches you.
• She cracks up and gives the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

SOMBRA:
• Is the one who took you drinking.
• Keeps you upright and away from potential threats.
• Will still video tape you doing stupid things.
• “Som….sooommmBBBRRAAAA…letme….I gotta….I need to fight that guy.”
• “No way my friend. We need to lay low, remember?”
• “I don’t……he’s lookin at you….I don’t like him….or- or his….stuPID FACE.”
• “You jealous, pollito?”
• “no… He’s just…his face is stupid.”
• She teases you.
• “Just….c'mon….he needs….let me…one punch…on the faaaccceee.”
• “No, güey. How do you know he’s even looking at me?”
• “Wha….I…he…who wOULDNT?? You….you’re so….such pretty eyes. And, youre…I mean really??? But, you’re voice…aaaaaaaaa.”
• “Primo….. Do you have a crush on me?”
• “duh.”
• Taken back by your bluntness, but bursts out laughing.
• Sets up a date with you while you’re still confidant and then holds you to it.

ZARYA:
• Will not get drunk, she refuses.
• That being said, she can almost drink as much as Gabriel.
• Almost.
• Kinda acts like the bouncer if anyone gets too crazy.
• You where getting too crazy.
• She picked you up from under your armpits as you where about to hit Junkrat square in the gut because he owed you about five dollars.
• “That’s enough from you, tiny one.”
• “NOOOOO.”
• You reach up to her arms and pat them in dismay.
• She moves you to the door.
• “Wait….I can….I can tell you a secret if…..if I can….let me punch.”
• “No can do.”
• “pleeeaassseeee. If you….if you loved me…..I can go.”
• “And, if you loved me, you would stay.”
• “that….you…thATS NOT FAIR.”
• “Why is that, tiny one?”
• “because….. I love you.”
• She did let you stay after that, but under the condition that you stayed in her arms.

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I’m sleepy. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed! ( ̄▽ ̄)