i love them i love caressing his face

4

cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

7

kinda about that question about how long ago did someone last told keith they loved him

lance confesses kinda in a nonchalant way (keith thought it was platonic lol)

later keith tells everyone else he loves them and they say they love him back and lance is in the background seething silently in rage and jealousy (”we had a bonding moment! you caressed my face!!!”)

Arguments || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You and Tom get into a fight about how the media portrays you and you let secrets spill before Tom regrets ever getting in a fight with you and tries to make it up.

Warnings: S M U T (18+), slight angst

Word Count: 1415 words.

A/N: sad tom would be so cute lets be real


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The art of flirting (Legolas x Reader)

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics


This shot is based on  this imagine by @imaginexhobbit

>>Imagine Legolas trying to flirt with you, but not actually understanding the correct way to flirt, so it’s just an awkward mess and Aragorn has to intervene and tell you what Legolas is trying to say<<

This sounded really cute, so I gave it a shot, I hope y’all enjoy it xx. I had a lot of fun writing it, at any rate.

Word count: 1658

Warnings: again a lot of fluff and a pretty OOC Legolas. I guess it was unavoidable, but I gave my best. 

Tomorrow I’ll work on anon’s request *excited* you others: feel free to send me some too! (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ

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fam(ily) - two | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 4,840 
genre: fluff// future angst? ?? i dont think there is any rn
warnings: explicit language, slight degree of exploitation 

one | two three

[A/N]: how do ppl manage to write 6k chapters like dang?? that’s a lot of work ?? 

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Ever since encountering Jimin, you never skipped out on morning drop off. Jimin dropped them off at school every morning and picked them up from after care. You left earlier than after care hours because you had to work at the club. Your only opportunity was morning drop off.

Before meeting Jimin, you hid inside the classroom. It wasn’t your responsibility to greet the parents, your cousin was the face of her classroom. You usually helped her with planning out her lesson plans for the next couple of days. It wasn’t anything that needed your immediate attention.

“Since when did you do drop off?” Kim asked the morning of the first time you joined her by the door. You had shrugged and smiled brightly at the incoming students and parents.

Many parents were confused at your presence because they’ve never seen you before. You had to explain that you were an intern, not a substitute for the day. Even several students had commented on your sudden change.

Your cousin didn’t make it a big deal, because she knew your intentions. It became obvious when Jimin arrived with Minjoo and Minseo. Kim had silently watched your body language and the slight tint on your cheeks arise. 

Now every morning, you shared a small conversation with Jimin whenever you could. Kim would greet other parents in the process. 

“Good morning, Ms. Kim… (Y/N).” Jimin shyly smiled. He usually showed up in business attire, however, he entered with a simply, cozy hoodie. Minjoo and Minseo were jumping in their matching lilac dresses, holding their father’s hands. They were eager for another day at kindergarten. 

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Stay (Drabble)

Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

Originally posted by rainy--blog

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For @anhartcuteneon…enjoy! (I added a little bit, hope that’s okay)

Y/N bounced down the corridor of the Asgardian palace. Her father had come to speak to the Allfather about some issues his people were dealing with. Having been familiar with the area already, her father allowed her to do as she pleased while visiting. Though she was young, she knew that really didn’t mean everything. Just enough room to explore the castle.

She was humming to herself and counting her steps when she heard someone heading her way. Curious, she cocked her head to the side. She knit her brows when she saw one of the princes heading toward her. His young face seemed to light up when he saw her.

“Y/N,” the young boy called, making his way closer.
“Hello Loki,” she replied.
“Have you been here all this time?” he asked.
She nodded. “Father’s come to speak to your father. I don’t know why he brought me. I’m bored.”
There was a twinkle in Loki’s eye. “Good thing I had a surprise ready for you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? Where?”

Loki held out his hand. She grabbed it, excitement brimming.

“Near the garden. Come on.”

The young boy pulled the girl along with him as he ran. Y/N began to giggle as they grew closer to the garden that held a lake. The pair stopped just outside. Loki pointed across the lake.

“There,” he stated.

Y/N followed his direction to see a mother goose and her goslings. Being the animal lover she was, she didn’t hesitate to hurry closer. However, she slowed down as though not to scare the animals. She smiled at the birds who had yet to notice her.

But a moment later, the mother goose snapped its beak toward her. Instead of ignoring her, as most birds did, the animal became defensive. It started to flap its wings, startling Y/N slightly. The protective goose continued to advance on her. Frightened, Y/N got up and started running back toward from where she came. A loud laugh, belonging to Loki, reached her ears.

The momentary glance caused her to fall onto the ground. She covered her head, waiting for the goose to continue its rampage. What she didn’t see was the bird disintegrate along with the goslings.

With small tears, Y/N glanced up. Loki was still laughing at her expense. Realizing that he had tricked her, more tears prickled at the edge of her eyes. With a quiet wailing, she stood and started running inside.

“I’m telling,” she cried just as she passed Loki.

The young boy didn’t respond. Y/N ran back through the palace until she found a quiet corner. She sat on the ground, tears coming at full speed. Not too long after, Frigga rounded the corner. Seeing the young girl crying, she crouched low.

“What’s wrong child?” she cooed.
Y/N glanced up. “L-Loki tricked m-m-me.”
“How’s that darling?”
“H-H-He had a goose chase me,” she cried, “He said it was a surprise. Wh-Why does he hate me?”

Frigga offered a gentle smile. She sat next to the young girl and wrapped an arm around her. She placed a gentle kiss on her head. What neither knew was that the young Loki was nearby.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, “I think that’s just his way of letting you know he likes you.”
“What?”
“My son hasn’t always been the best at showing affection,” she told her, “The Allfather knows he needs to work on that. I think he was trying to share what he thought was amusing with you.”
“B-But it wasn’t.”
Frigga smirked. “I know. Just give him a chance, darling. He may just get better at showing you his feelings.”
“Only if he never makes another goose again!”

The queen smiled before continuing to stroke the girl’s hair. Loki lowered his eyes as he thought about what he had heard.

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Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!



Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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Beautiful Girl

Originally posted by bluerangerpower


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”

Words: 1.052

A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters.
Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”

“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”

“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.

“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.

“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.

“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.

You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.

You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.

As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.

“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.

“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.

“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.

“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”

“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.

“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.

“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.

You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.

“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.

“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”

“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.

Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.

He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.

He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.

You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.


Home (NSFW)

Originally posted by quite-a-catastrophe

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warning: Smut, angst?, fluff

A/N: This is not fluffy, happy, joking Sam Wilson, just FYI. Also, this isn’t what I was originally writing the other day but I still like it so here you go! It is kind of short though.


You felt the familiar weight shift of the bed, causing you to stir in your sleep. Sam’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you to his chest and buried his face in your neck. You reached your hand behind you, caressing the side of his face as you hummed in approval.

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What if

Touka doesn’t kiss him
Instead she lowers her face
With so little distance between them
Smiles sadly
Caresses his cheek
And slowly says ‘I love you’
Kaneki’s eyes widen
And with tears in her eyes
Touka starts punching his chest
While whispering ‘I love you’
Over and over again
Then she lays her head to his chest
And both start crying

anonymous asked:

Staff having hard time while cutting Jikook moments from Bon Voyage episode. Lots of make outs, pecks, butt slapping, moans? Please__ Honeymoon trip blessed all of us. And BH don't think I forgot that you didn't show them sharing bed. ~ Thankyou, you're an angel.

i hope this turned out the way you wanted it! i really enjoyed writing this one lmao

cursive = footage of jikook

summary: it’s time to edit the next episode of bon voyage but there are a few difficulities


“They can’t be fucking serious.” The editor of bon voyage stares at the footage he got from Jimin and Jungkook’s room and it seems like those two forgot there was a camera, let one that is supposed to be shown to their fans. The poor editor sighs as he decides to watch the footage, there might be something he can show. There must be.

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2p Allies&  2p Axis x (s/o):Mommy and Daddy

2p Allies:

2p America: “YOU LET THAT FUCKER IN OUR HOUSE?!”, Allen furiously threw stuff around as (s/o), his wife stood there crying.Their dead neighbor laid on the floor, his head had cracked open by a big hit they got on the head.That injury was made by Allen who threw his bat aside as he glared at (s/o).His wife, the women expecting his child. “ANSWER ME!”, he slammed a vase at the wall as (s/o) jumped a bit and looked down at the ground.He watch her breathe harshly, as his gaze slowly look down at her big tummy, his child was soon to be born.Only 7 months.He sighed as he pinch the tip of his nose. “Doll face, come over here”,when he spoke those words she  hesitated to come towards him as she was few inches from him.He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a hug, she felt tears go down her face as she broke down. “Sssssssshhh I’m sorry doll.I didn’t mean to yell but you know when you’re trying to leave with someone.It’s just no good doll.”He rubbed her stomach as he grin to feel little kicks, causing (s/o) to stop crying and moan a bit by the kicks the little one was giving her. “Now let’s get you back to our room”,Allen carried her back upstairs, leading to their bedroom.His eyes trail to the chain that have been unlock, he tsk and laid her in bed as he grabbed the chain and locked it in her ankle as he look around to see the key, picking it up and looking at it. “….why”, he looked at (s/o) who had fear in her eyes. “Aww doll don’t look at me like that, you know how much I love you babe.”He put the key in his pocket as he lean towards her and gave her a kiss in the forehead. “You know babe, if I would of lost you I think I would have gone mad, but luckily I didn’t and now we will be a happy family.You my beautiful wife, and the best thing you could have gave me, being a dad.~”

2p England: “Oh deary, I made you another batch of cupcakes”, Oliver walked towards (s/o) who sat in a wheelchair.She was staring outside as she watch the wind blow the leaves of the tree. “Poppet, I know how you been craving for sweets, just try one dear”, he insisted as (s/o) didn’t move.She was in a frozen state.She felt pain in her back, as she found out she was soon to give birth to twin boys.Oliver placed the tray next to a small table, he was happy really.He never expected to have a family but (s/o) had gave him the best thing.He got to his knees as he laid his head on her legs as she slowly move her head. “P-please”, (s/o) trembled a bit as she wrap one of her hand in her stomach. “Take the c-cuffs of m-me”, he felt the tears drop on his face as he shook his head. “You know I can’t poppet, I need to keep you and the little ones safe. “Oliver pl- she was cut of by Oliver showing her a cupcake, he grin as he tried to move the conversation to another subject. “Eat up dear”, Oliver wanted her to eat, but she will not give in. “N-no….I-im not h-hungry”, she clutch on her stomach as Oliver insisted her more. “OLIVER!PLEASE!I DON’T LIKE IT HERE!I’M ALWAYS LOCKED UP AND ……..”, she cried as Oliver’s reaction didn’t change as he stood. He cupped her face as she flinched, by the touch of his soft cold hands.She knew what he can do and what he has done to people she love but she fear for hers and her children’s future. He smiled warmly “Poppet, I could never give you up easily, I’m a daddy now, and you’re a mommy, don’t deny it.We will be together forever, so (s/o).Thank you for making a daddy.~”

2p France: “I’m back….”, Francois came back from the store, he brought some milk, eggs and some cigarettes.He didn’t smoke much even if he had the desire too, he will smoke sometimes but he tried not to as he knew he will have a baby girl on the way and to his little boy. “I brought milk and eggs”, he sighed as he closed the door behind him.A little fire truck crash to his feet as he watch his 4 year old boy giggle and grab the little toy. “Papa”, they hug his leg as he ruffled his hair. “Mon petit garçon”,Francois spoke as the little boy smiled, he grasp his toy tight and  ran to the kitchen.Francois followed behind as placed the bad on the table, he looked towards the kitchen.Spotting (s/o) who was cooking but showed less emotions.He noticed that for a while.  “Maman maman”, her boy cried out as he touched her stomach. (S/o) smiled and turn around to let her boy touch her stomach, he wow at how big her stomach has gotten. “(S/o), mon amour…”, Francois wrapped his hand behind her as he snuggled his face into her neck.She tried to push him of, but their little was watching them. “Get of me now, you smell like cigarettes and I don’t want nothing from you”, she whispered as she gritted her teeth. “(S/o)…..”, Francois rubbed her stomach as she whimper. “S-stop”, she whimpered as their son tilted his head, he smiled and pounce at them. “Family hug!”, their son squealed as he hugged both of their legs.Francois smiled as (s/o) couldn’t help but smile.Francois kissed her jawline as he gaze at her  “I think I’m the happiest dad alive Mon amour.~”

2p Canada: “Fresh air will relax”, Matt held his wife’s hand as he they were walking in the woods he knew.He knew a trail and he’s been there a lot so he thought it’ll be a great idea for (s/o) and the baby to breathe some fresh air.She had one arm behind her back as she tried to walk calmly. Matt hold a arm around her waist, not losing his grip on her.  “I wonder if the little guy will like hockey?”,Matt rubbed his chin as (s/o) shot a glare at him.Her to give birth to a baby boy but she didn’t want him to be the father.He looked at her as he noticed her glare, “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?! You, that’s what’s wrong! You force me! You did things to the ones I love!”, (s/o) was bursting out of tears as Matt just stared. “I want to go home!”,she cried out as Matt rubbed her back with his other hand. “You’re already home”, Matt cooed at her as she grew furious and smack his hand away from her and stepped away from him. “Don’t touch me!”,she backed away as she held her stomach. “Stay away from me!”, Matt had enough and walked towards her and cupped her face roughly.She yelped and whimpered as they look at each other eye to eye.He pounces at her, he started kissing her roughly.Their tongues fought together but he overpowers her as he explored her mouth, making her whimper.She struggles for air as he finally pulled away, leaving saliva falling out of her mouth. “(S/o) I’m your husband, the father of the child, it’s better if we stick together because you need as I need you too.~”

2p Russia: “Where is my wife and child?”, Viktor gaze at the nurse, who jump a bit by his seriousness. “Ah M-mr. Viktor, your  w-wife  ga-ave birth t-to your little b-boy we were going to call you but you already c-came”, they smiled nervously as Ivan looked at their bedroom.There stood the doctor waiting for him , he ignored the nurse and walked up the doctor. “Oh Mr. Viktor, congratulation s-sir, it’s a boy”, the doctor pushed the door open to reveal (s/o) tired and holding her baby boy in a blanket. “Sunflower…..”, he walked towards beside the bed as he looked at the newborn baby boy.The little newborn had his eyes and his mother’s hair, Viktor couldn’t stop smiling, the child just brings him to tears a bit. “(S/o)~”, he tried to caress her face but she flinches and looks away, “(s/o)…..”She didn’t respond to him and he grew serious. “Leave us alone.”, he demanded as the doctor and nurse nodded and close the door behind them. “Please look at me (s/o)”, she shook her head Viktor asked her over and over again. “Please I love you (s/o), I love you sunflower and our little boy”, he kissed the forehead of his baby boy.The baby boy moved around and wrap his tiny hand around one of Viktor’s fingers. “There no us Viktor, only me and my child”, (s/o) spoke up as she looked at him with disgust. Viktor smiled and shook his head, “No my dear, you’re just tired and grumpy, you don’t know what you’re talking about but you gave me a child and now I’m a Father.~”

2p China: “What are you doing?”, Zao stood there looking at (s/o) who was holding a phone. “I I w-was …….”, she was trembling with fear as she watches him walk towards her, he snatched the phone and looked at it.She tried dialing 911, she tried to get away from him the hard way and this was unacceptable. “YOU TRIED CALLING THE DAMN POLICE ON ME?!ME?!”, Zao threw the phone against the wall as (s/o) scream in horror as she wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively. “I-im s-s-sorry”, she stood still not knowing what he will do to her. There was nothing but silence.She looked up to see him grinning.He laughed a bit as he walks towards her and hugged her.He rubbed her back gently “what a funny joke  you did to me (s/o).”He kissed her forehead gently as he brushed her hair. “What a funny joke right, ha ha ha ha, but let’s not mess around like that.Now let’s see, oh did you tried to take off your chains”, he looked at the keys that were thrown around. “Silly you, you’re safe here, we don’t need no one (s/o)”, he picked the keys back and put them in his pocket. “Let’s get you to bed, you must be tired , remember the baby”, he smiled as he push her gently to the bed. (S/o) knew she was lucky that he didn’t hit his breaking point. “ Z-zao you c-can’t k-keep me l-lock up p-please”, Zao shook his head as he giggled by her protest. “You know (s/o)~”, he brushed her cheek as he blushed, “You look cute like this.I think it’s better for us to be together, after all I’m a daddy now.~”

2p Axis:

2p Italy: “Bella I’m back~!”, Luciano held bags of gifts as he saw (s/o) sitting on the sofa as the servants gave her tea. “Here miss to relieve the pain”, the servant smiled s (s/o) accepted the tea and took a sip of it. “My little princess and my dear wife”, Luciano chuckled as a little girl playing with another servant with toys looked up and smiled. “Daddy!”, the 4 year old girl stood up and ran to Luciano and hugged him. “Hello princess, I got you a gift”, he handed her a gift bag as her eyes grew in excitement. “Thank you daddy”, she open the gift to reveal a new doll, she squealed and went back to show the servant her doll. Luciano chuckled and looked at (s/o), 5 months pregnant with his kid and it’s a boy this time. “Bella, how much I missed you~”, he lean to kiss her but she toss the cup of tea to his face.The servant next to her looked shock, even the one playing with their daughter.Their daughter looked confused and worried. “Take the kid to her room now”, Luciano didn’t took his glare of (s/o) as the two servant took their daughter to her room.Until they were left alone. “Look (s/o) I love you but you can’t keep denying our love”, Luciano brushed his hair back as he grabbed some tissues and tried to wipe some of the tea of. “Love.There is no love.”, (s/o) looked at the chain that was  in her ankle but it was being covered by her long dress he got her. “You must be moody”, Luciano smiled and sat down right beside her, he brushed her hair as he stared at her big stomach knowing he will get a son sooner. “Don’t touch me, I h-hate you”, (s/o) mumbled as she felt two hand massaged her stomach. “Gah! What are yo-st-top it!”, (s/o) was frightened by his action. “Sssssssh”, Luciano laid his head against her belly and listened, “he’s moving around how cute.”Luciano looked at (s/o), he smiled and rubbed her stomach , “You gave me the best thing (s/o), to be a father and your husband.~”

2p Germany:

“We’re back!”, Lutz yell with happiness as his 7 year old boy held a new toy. “Mommy I got a new toy!”, the little boy ran to his mother who was in a rocking chair. “That’s nice sweety…”, (s/o) smiled a bit as she rock back and forth.Lutz walked towards her and got on his knees and stared at her stomach and cooed. “How’s my little strong boy”,Lutz kissed her stomach sweetly as he chuckled to feel little kicks. (S/o) stared as tears started falling out of her eyes slowly.She hiccuped and covered her eyes with her hands, Lutz looked at her and smiled. “I know baby you’re so happy aren’t you~”, Lutz tried to pull away her hands from her eyes as their boy watch both of them. “What’s wrong daddy?”, the little one question but Lutz looked at his boy and smiled. Mommy is tired , let’s take her to bed.”Lut’s grabbed (s/o) gently and lifted her up bridal style, their little boy smile and giggled as he ran upstairs.Lutz chuckled as he went upstairs and went to their bedroom.He kissed her cheek as he whipped her tears of her face, he laid her on the bed as their boy laid next to her. “Aren’t we such a big happy family”, Lutz brushed her hair as she stared in horror as he had his eyes half open. “You (s/o) as my wife and me the daddy.~”

2p Japan:

“What a lovely dress”, the servants fixed her hair as (s/o) stood there with no words.She looked at her stomach, now pregnant with a baby boy, the father , Kuro. “Where is my wife bring me to her”, a demanding voice echoed the home as the servant back away as Kuro entered. The servant bowed as he signaled them to leave.They were left alone.Kuro slowly walked up to her and brushed her hair, gently taking some of it to his nose and smelling her hair, he smiled. “Beautiful, you’re everything I treasured my dear”,Kuro slowly place his hand on her stomach. “Better too I will have a child and my own wife”, he brushed his finger at the fabric of her dress. He lean with a smirk on his face, “How about we enjoy the moment, yes?”He kissed her lips slowly as he moved his hands around her back.(S/o) slowly was awakening of what was happening, she wasn’t in that frozen state she was, she was full of fear.She whimpered and push him of, “NO!”She breathe heavily, “Y-you t-took everything from me !E-every-ything.” Kuro shook his head, “(s/o) no need to get mad dear, remember it’s bad for the baby.”He tried to touch her shoulder to calm her but she yanked away. “D-don’t touch m-me!I wa-ant to go home, I w-want to see my friends and family!”Kuro stood silently and tsk , “(s/o) there is no home for you know, this is your new home, we are family now, I love you!”(S/o) shook her head as she threw herself at the door trying to open it but Kuro followed “(S/o) stop.”She didn’t stop she kept trying as Kuro was getting furious, “(s/o) stop, stop now.”She cried out of fear for help as mumbles were heard out of the room, the servants were hearing. Kuro burst out of anger, “(S/O)! I SAID STOP GOD DAMMIT!STOP GET OVER HERE!”,(s/o) froze she was frighten by the burst and didn’t hesitated. She slowly walked toward him and had her head hanging down. “(S/o) I don’t like it when I yell at you”, he sighed and wrapped his hand around her. “Please, aren’t you happy you will be a mother and I will be a father a big happy family.~”

Safe Haven

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “So i loved “I’m here” and i was wondering if you could write another one but maybe the reader is Hannah’s sister. The reader and Clay were already together but after Hannah’s death they become closer and there’s just loads of fluff??? Xx”

Word count: 838

Posted: 20th of April 2017

A/N: I am glad that you liked “I’m here”. Thank you for reading it and it flatters me every time. Here’s your request and I hope that you like this too. Please send me some feedbacks in my ask, because I would really love to read what you think of it.
Anyways, I am into writing 13 Reasons Why imagines in these days, so I am accepting requests! Please don’t be shy. Sorry for those pending Barry Allen requests though, I will write them soon as I find time to write for both TV series. Thank you for understanding, guys. I love you all so much.

- G. x


Losing someone was hard and we all know that it was hard, mostly if you lost someone who you considered as your best friend, as your confidante, even more than just being your beloved sister.

During the first weeks after her death, you couldn’t help but spend your nights in your room, crying and regretting for what has happened to your sister Hannah. You would lock yourself in your room and only Clay, your boyfriend, could take you out of your drenched bed covers. Of course, you would’ve acted that way, she was your everything and you showed her nothing but kindness, but why did she take her life away? Was it your fault too?

“Babe,” Your boyfriend interrupted your thoughts as he sat beside you, leaving his books and highlighters on your desk. “it was not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please?”

“Was I thinking out loud?” You looked at your boyfriend’s blue worried eyes as he curled his lips and nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, Clay. I just miss her.” You apologized while fidgeting with your sweater’s sleeves.

“Stop saying sorry, because it’s normal to miss her.” He smiled at you, calming his gaze this time, while he dried your cheeks from the salty tears that have been burning your cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Don’t worry.” You smiled widely at him for taking care of you. Hannah would be so happy if she was still beside you, because all what she wanted for you was a boy who would make you happy, even you had no reason to smile.

“Do you need help with that?” He pointed at your opened Geometry book, changing the topic. You looked at it for a while and you thought if you were in the mood to do your homework.

“No, thanks.” You smiled at him, shaking your thoughts off. He caressed your cheeks with his right thumb and you melted in his touch. He had this effect on you and you found it sweet that he can cheer you up with his caresses.

“What do you think of cuddles then?” He smiled widely at you and you let out some soft giggles. You knew that he was trying to cheer you up.

“Is that even a question to ask, Jensen?” You raised your eyebrows at him as you watch him laugh. He then hugged you tightly and you let yourself fall on the bed, having Clay on top of you. You laughed for his actions, achieving his goal to make you laugh.

“It was just a proposal, idiot.” He pressed the tip of his noise against yours and you both brushed them, doing the famous eskimo kiss. “I know how much you loved cuddles.”

“Only Jensen’s cuddles.” You highlighted and he let out a laugh as he rolled himself on your right side. He hugged you tighter, but this time his weight was distributed on the bed and not on your body anymore.

“Right!” He pulled you closer to him and you could perfectly see his beautiful blue orbs. You caressed his cheek and he didn’t hesitate to bring his face closer to yours. “May I, beautiful?”

“Another proposal, cheeky?” You winked at him. “Because you also know how much I love your kisses, right?” You bit your lip as you saw him smirking at your words. He took those words as some sort of compliments.

“Of course, I know that.” He confidently answered right before closing the gap between the two of you.

You shared a passionate and slow kiss. It was sweet and it didn’t show any malice or any desire of making love. It was one of those kisses that could make you feel better, that could assure you that you were safe.

Right! Clay’s side has been that place where you were protected from any harm or danger since you started seeing each other and he was that soldier who protected you from every battle. You loved him so much and you loved him even more when he was there to cheer you up when Hannah wasn’t beside you anymore. Cheering you up somehow helped you and Clay to strengthen your relationship, because you earned a certain intimacy and invincibility together.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” Clay sweetly said as you broke the kiss in need of air.

“I love you too, babe.” You smiled as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“But I love you more.” He flashed you a playful smile as he played with your hair. “And that’s final.”

“Oh, shut up!” You rolled your eyes and he just let out a loud laugh.

“Then shut me up!” He winked at you and, without thinking twice, you pulled him closer your body and you kissed him once again, in which he responded back without hesitations.

You were thankful that you always had Clay by your side, no matter what you were going through. You were thankful and you will keep on thanking, because you have your safe haven.


Request sent to someone else. I went off the actual request was but the idea’s the same.
And I’m trying to write, but I also want to play overwatch and draw and it’s the week before thanksgiving, so I have LOADS of homework so I have no time to do anything fun and I’m trying , I swear 😞

enjoi


Soldier 76-
You grumbled slightly as you descended down the stairs toward the Overwatch kitchen. A blanket was draped over your shoulders, you held it snug to your body trying to keep the warmth of it. You had woken up by yourself due to a grumbling stomach. As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Soldier, alone and making some coffee. He turned to face you, and his eyes widened. “You’re up early” he commented, walking toward you. “I’m hungry…” you sighed. He let out a small laugh, earning a glare from you. You shuffled over to him and laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Jack grabbed two mugs, pouring coffee into both of them.
“Here” he said, handing a mug to you. “ to wake you up.” You sighed and took the mug. There was no way you were going to get back to sleep, might as well stay up. “Thanks” you muttered, taking a sip. It was rich, but sweet; he knew exactly how you liked it.
Jack walked over to the table, you following behind him, gripping his shirt as if he was your seeing eye dog. Both of you sat down. Your head hung low, as you desperately tried to stay awake. Jack smiled and stroked his fingers through your hair, flattening out the kinks in your bed head. His hand moved away as you sat up straight and reached for some fruit that was at the center of the table before turning your head to him.
“Morning, by the way” you smiled faintly, eyes closed with a smile. “Good morning” Jack replied, leaning in to give you a kiss. You leaned into him, giving a gentle, but meaningful kiss. As he pulled away, Jack stood. “Is there anything I can get for you?” “Bread would be lovely” you chimed. He nodded and grabbed two croissants before returning and placing them in front of you. “You’re the best” you said, taking a bite. Jack didn’t sit down, but stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, and started to lightly kiss you there. You lightly hummed with pleasure, and you guided your hand to his neck, caressing his hair. “I love you” Jack whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. You pivoted your head and kissed him on he cheek.
“I love you too, Jack” you spoke, and grabbed the other croissant with your free hand. “Now it’s time to eat” you twisted your arm and shoved the bread at his face. He stepped back in surprise, then threw his head back in laughter, and sat down next to you. Jack took the croissant from your hand and took a bite. “You happy?” He asked. A smirk spread on your lips and your arm reached to his face, brushing the crumbs from his lips. “My pillow is back, of course I am” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. Jack rolled his eyes playfully and his arms pulled you into a hug.


Junkrat-
Jamie shot up, looking around frantically. “ Y/N, Y/N!” He called tapping your shoulder frantically. “ I think someone’s here” he called, standing up. His gaze was fixed to the entrance of your make-shift home. Junkrat leaned over and grabbed his grenade launcher before turning back to you. “Y/N!” He called one last time, making you sit up quickly. “Wha-what is it?” Your groggy voice asked, eyes half closed.
“I think someone’s ‘ere, get ready to act” he said, slinking over to the door. You lazily stared at him, not understanding his caution; your tired mind unable to comprehend his words. You stood up and shuffled over to Jamie, who was crouched behind the door, ready to attack if necessary. “Get back!” He ordered, pushing you behind him. “Don’t want whoever’s there t’ see ya”
You nodded, and leaned against the wall, starting to wake up a bit. Heavy footsteps were walking toward the entrance before the door opened. Jamie fired two shots at the intruder before he figured out who was there.
“Jamie what the hell!” A raspy voice shouted. “Oh… hey roadie.” Jamie greeted timidly. The few explosives detonated on his bed, breaking it apart. “I forgot you went out to get supplies, sorry Hog.” Mako breathed out heavily before he turned and walked away. A small giggle escaped your lips. Jamie turns around and laughed a little too. “10 outta 10 Jamie, perfect performance.” You teased standing up straight and walking back to your bed. “I try my best” he smiled, before he followed you. Jamie wrapped his arms around you, the both of you spooning. “What are you doing?” You ask, still giggling a little.
“My bed… Isn’t fit for sleeping” he muttered. You rolled over, eyes barely open, to face him. “I guess you can sleep with me” you murmured. “Thanks love
” he smiled, gripping your body close to his. You closed your eyes, resting your head next to his chest. “You’re an idiot” you smiled. “An adorable, adorable idiot” Jamie looked down at you, smiling from ear to ear. “You are too, you sleepy Cobber” Jamie said and craned his neck to peck your forehead.


Mccree-
“Please, no… this is horrible, please, Jesse” you called, eyes shut tight and arms outstretched, reaching for your stolen covers. You heard the cowboy chuckle a little as he turned on the overhead light as well, flooding the room with light. “Jesse!” You screamed, covering your eyes with your pillow. It was now a bright, cold and early morning; the three worst things for people who are not morning people.
“Darlin’ you gotta get up. Sleepin’ till noon isn’t good for you” he smiled, sitting on the bed next to you. Your eyes peeled open and glared at the gunslinger “I know… but waking up is so hard.” You complained. “Nothing’s going on today, why do I have to get up?” Jesse moved his arm and stroked your face softly with his mechanical arm “cause I want to be with you” he said. “How about I carry you out of bed? That’ll make it a little less hard” he offered.
You nodded your head and stretched out your arms toward him. Mccree stood up and wrapped his arms around your knees and back, lifting you up bridal style. Your arms curled around his neck as the two of you exited the room. Your head lay on his chest, closing your eyes again. Jesse looked down at you and saw this. He pouted a little, before releasing his grip from you for just a moment, dropping you a few centimeters down before catching you again. A scream escaped your mouth as you hung tighter to Mccree, panicked that you’d be dropped. The sound of laughter echoed through the kitchen as you were set down onto a chair at the table.
“What was that! I thought you wanted me awake, not dead from a heart attack.” You yelled. With his back turned toward you, you heard the smirk on his face as he answered. “You’re awake now, aren’t you?” You let out a sigh before slouching back in your chair. After a moment of silence he turned around with two plates of breakfast in his hands. The plate was set in front of you and then Jesse sat, joining you at the table. “If you told me you made breakfast, I would’ve gotten up with more ease” you mentioned quietly. “Yeah, well you’re cute when you’re sleepy” he teased, taking a bite of the food. You did the same, the adrenaline from the drop wearing off. Your eyes dropped and you laid your head on Jesse’s shoulder, but continued to eat. “Thanks Jess” you mumbled, already almost back to sleep. Jesse smiled and rolled his eyes, it was impossible to wake you up. He finished his food before carrying you back to your shared room, making sure to tuck you in with lots of blankets. “Sweet dreams” he spoke passionately before closing the door.

Always her.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Amara

Warnings: Angst

Words Count: 962

Author’s Note: Songfic required by this splendor >> @chaos-and-the-calm67
The song is “The Best of My Love” by Eagles.
I hope you like it!

Amara.
This was the name tortured the Dean’s thoughts. It had been weeks by now, since that woman had put her lips on those of Dean. And he hadn’t pulled away; he wanted Amara not kiss him, but he felt something inside him, over his body, over his mind, keeping him from getting away from her.
But when the woman turned away from Dean, the hunter felt something different, like.. remorse. He shouldn’t have accepted the kiss of Amara, she was the enemy. And then.. Dean tried to remember something.. someone.
Y/n.
She was there, while Dean was in the arms of Amara, watching the scene helplessly. When Dean turned around, he met her eyes, destroyed by grief, full of tears. Y/n said nothing at the time, and she said no more in the days following.
Dean felt at pieces; he and y/n.. there was a special relationship between them. Dean loved her, and she loved Dean. But since the Mark of Cain was gone, and they had liberated Amara, the hunter did nothing but think of the wrong woman. And he was angry with Amara, with Cain for giving him that stupid Mark, with Metatron who had killed him.. but Dean basically, he knew that the fault was only himself to. It was he who had decided to take the Mark, it was he who had gone to meet death fighting with Metratron, and it was he who had turned into a demon, into a monster. And despite everything, y/n was always there at his side. She had never given up, because the love that she felt for him was too strong.
Dean tried to close his eyes, and dream y/n, how happy they were, first of all that mess.
But Dean could only think of the pain he was causing to the girl; He was thinking how should feel y/n, on the other side of the wall, in her bed. He heard her crying every night, and what could be done Dean, if the cause of those tears was himself?

Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
Holdin’ you close in my dreams
Thinkin’ about all the things that we said
And comin’ apart at the seams

Suddenly Dean thought back to when a few days before, he had finally got the courage to talk to y/n, explain her how he felt, to apologize for what he had done, how he felt weak and useless in that moment, because he couldn’t , he couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
Y/n began to cry, and she couldn’t help but scream all that felt toward Dean, the disappointment for what she had seen, the pain of betrayal, the fact that despite everything she couldn’t not love him.

We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin’
to give me the best of your love

Dean expelled the bad memory from his head; he only had the desire to remember y/n when she was happy with him, when nothing and no one would have divided them. Dean remembered the days when he and she were traveling in the Impala, riding around the world, with the windows open, the wind that caressed their faces. Dean looked y/n like a delicate flower, that she needed protection, he wanted to protect her at any cost. Dean remembered those moments with her between the sheets, when they made love passionately, while both declared their love to each other.

I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If i could go on sleepin’

But by now those were only distant memories; in his bed, Dean turned between the sheets. He was tired of that situation. He opened his eyes, and in the darkness of his room, he decided to get up. Walking quietly in the corridors of the bunker, he noticed that the door of the y/n’s room was open; Dean came up, and he noticed that the girl was not there.
The hunter continued to wander around the bunker, until he saw the library lit; he entered in the enormous room, and Dean saw her.
Y/n was standing with a book in her hands, as she went back and forth in silence. Suddenly, the girl turned to Dean, noticing his presence.
Dean looked at her, saw her eyes dull, her tired body, but also for him at that time, she was beautiful, and he loved her; even with Amara in thought to torment him, he couldn’t forget the woman he really loved. Y/n.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Y/n’s voice relaxed him; it was for days that he didn’t hear her, and those few words, had revitalized him.
“Someone told me to follow my heart.” Dean said, and striding, he walked over to y/n and kissed her. He kissed her urgently, and despair. He moved closer to himself, with the hope that y/n not away from her.
Dean was surprised when he saw that the girl didn’t pushed him away. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck, and pulled him even closer to her, eager to have him in her arms.
And in that moment Dean just wanted to have her for himself, make it clear to her that she was the one for him. He wanted to make it clear to her that despite his mistakes, although there was also Amara in his mind, for Dean y/n would be always come first. Dean would always love her.

You know we always had each other baby
I guess that wasn’t enough
Oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love..

My love for you is like the stars in the sky (Evak drabble)

They had been laying there for hours, legs and arms intertwined with Isak’s head on Even’s chest, just staring up at the stars. Even was running his hands through Isak’s hair when Isak suddenly turned and took Even’s face in his hands tenderly kissing him happy sighs escaping the both of them. 

“Even?”, Isak says nuzzling his face in Even’s neck and lifting up a hand to stroke Even’s cheek.

“Hmm?

“Do you know how many stars are up in the sky?”

“Nei, what? My science loving boyfriend doesn’t know how many stars are up in the sky? Tsk tsk that’s gonna have to be a deal breaker”, Even says with a chuckle and gently nudges Isak’s shoulder which gets a giggle out of Isak.

“Nei! I do know! There’s far too many, it’s an infinite amount of stars no one really knows how many there are since it’s so vast.”

“Mmm, I love it when you get all sciencey on me”, Even says with a wink then kisses the top of Isak’s head.

“The reason I asked though was because well uh..”

“Because?”

“That just describes my love for you. It’s infinite and never ending and can and will go on forever for as long as I live”.

Isak looks up at Even to see tears in his eyes and he quickly reaches a hand up to brush them away but Even grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers a smile on his face. Isak tilts his face up silently asking for a kiss and Even obliges holding Isak’s face tenderly.

“You’re my everything and more” Even says between pecks then pulls Isak into his arms caressing his back with one hand and holding Isak’s hand with the other.

“I love you”.

“I love you too, my life, my everything”.

Supporter

Bts reaction when their s/o parents don’t support her being and idol and treat her bad?

These are probably not that great haha but enjoy!!

[Gifs do not belong to me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by ksjknj

(Ignore his crown lol)

It would bother him if anything. It shouldn’t matter if you are an idol or if you were something else your parents should support you. He does understand where your parents are coming from but what matters is that your happy, healthy, and doing what you love and being absolutely great at it. He’s heard the way they speak to, the way they look down at you for being something that they didn’t want but he’s going to let you know that it’s going to be ok and that he’s for. “They hate me,” you mumbled hanging up the phone, but he still heard you. “They don’t hate you y/n,” “yes they do namjoon, did you not just hear what they said to me!” you threw your phone on the bed and you followed after landing on it with a puff. “Why can’t they just be proud of me.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and namjoon was quick to come to your aid and hold you in his arms. “Don’t cry baby, it’s ok.” You shook your head and sniffled a bit. “It’s not ok, I’m not ok,” you cried. “I know but it will be, they’ll come around.” He wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek “what if they don’t?” “Then that’s their mistake and I’ll be here for your supporting you like I’ve always been.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Knowing that your parents don’t support you because of your choice being an idol would bug him, but when telling him that they treated you badly because of it would really upset him. How does one treat their own child that way and all because the choice you made? It would bug him that you act like you are ok with what they think of you. Jin knows you’re not, ands he’s going to show you that if they won’t support you he will and always had. “Y/n,” he holds your face gently in his hands wiping away the almost dry tear tracks from your cheeks. “What did I do wrong?” “Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” He smiles softly and kisses your head. “But jin,-” “but nothing y/ they need to see that this is what you wanted and that they should be proud of you.” You forced a soft smile that quickly faltered. “I’m here, even if they won’t be.” “What if they never support me?” Jin wouldn’t know what to tell you at first but would hold you close to comfort you more. “Then they’re not very good parents are they?” he half jokes. “Jin,” “I’m sorry I know but its kinda true.” You couldn’t argue with that really, but you didn’t like bad mouthing them, even if they treated you the way they did. “I don’t mean to be mean y/n but you don’t need them if they’re going to be like this towards you.” His head falls on yours and you could feel his arms around you tighten a bit. “You have everyone else to love and support you, you have me.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi understands the feeling. Not having the support you needed, wanted, it really sucks. At this time you would say that your family wasn’t on good terms with, like he was before. Yoongi knows what that’s like to. Despite being treated badly and having your parents support, you tried hard for them. To be happy. To have them be proud. He’s been through it all and understands. He’s grateful for all that he has now, but seeing you struggle little by little because the lack of support from your parents would hurt him. Yoongi sees how hard you work, even for them and he’s going to let you know that they’re lucky to have such a talented child such as you. “I don’t understand yoongi,” a small sigh escaped your lips. ‘‘I know this isn’t what they wanted for me but-” you paused dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “Why can’t they just be there for me?” You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he soon has his arm around you. “Because they don’t understand y/n” You look up at yoongi, “Parents think they know what’s best for you, what makes you happy and a lot of the time they’re right I’ll admit that but there are times you have to prove them wrong.” He look up from his lap and at you with a slanted smile. “You got the talent and the passion for this, show them that even if they don’t come around you can do this without em’ because you us, you have me, and your fans.” You smile fondly at him and peck is lips, “Most importantly me,” he says making you giggle a bit. “Thank you yoongi.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by hobioppa

Baffled. He’d be absolutely baffled of the fact the you treated like that because of your dreams becoming and idol. Who does that? Are they crazy? Granted he didn’t have support either in the beginning but he was never treated like they didn’t care. They just needed to give it time. Not getting support is something he still doesn’t really understand but being treated badly? Hoseok wouldn’t eve be able to wrap his mind around that. He sees how much this would bug you yet you sometimes put on an act. If anything thing he’s gonna be you’re biggest supporter. He’s already claimed the spot for number one fan so why not. “Y/n I know it sucks but I’m here!” He has that cute grin on his face doing some  odd dance to make you smile. “You know that right?” “I do hobi,” his grin falters to a kinder smile. “Good, I’ll make sure you get the support that you deserve and love to, but not just from me, my family loves you to.” Hoseok sits by you and bring you in close to kiss your cheek. “They’re going to be proud of you I promise, just give it some time.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin would probably be a bit angered knowing that your parents treated you badly. He wouldn’t like the fact that they didn’t give you their support either. That’s something he’ll never understand. Aren’t parents supposed to encourage their young ones and step all over their dreams? What happened to “I love you no matter what?” Or “I believe in you,” stuff like that. Jimin would let it get to him a bit because he cares so much bout yo and would ramble on about how you deserve better. “Who needs them anyway?” he huffs. “Jimin that’s not nice I do.” “Ok I didn’t mean that but still, aren’t you upset about this?” You shrugged a bit “I am but they’re still my parents and I love them. Even if we don’t quite get along at the moment.” You could feel his eyes on you, you knew what he was thinking. “they still shouldn’t have done that to you,” he says quietly. “I know, but I think they’re just scared of what could happen to me, I know they still care.” “So you forgive them?” You shrugged again. You weren’t even sure if this is something to be forgiven or to just be left alone. “Oh well no matter, I’ll love and support you like never before.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by ladymaysworld

Taehyung would be surprised. How can anybody treat you so? Having knowledge of them not supporting you as well would make him sad. Parents are supposed to love you and cheer you on so why don’t they? He knows you care about them but whenever you bring them  up you have this sad look to your face. Taehyung doesn’t to see you upset at the thought of them so he would do anything to have you smile. “Babe, can you look at me please?” His deep voice calls sweetly to as his thumb caresses the top of your hand. “Don’t be so upset, I know it must not be a great feeling but they still love you,” You chew at the inside of your cheek looking down again. “I just want them to be proud,” you pulled yourself up and hugged him. “I know you do, but they still don’t change I’m still going to be your biggest supporter, ok?” you nodded and nuzzled you head in the cook of his neck. “I love you,” “I love you to.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

This boy here would be utterly lost when you told him about your parents. He’d probably have a hard time believing or understanding the way you’ve been treated. Until he experienced it that is. Let’s just say the video call wasn’t all smiles and laughs. Hearing the way they spoke so harshly at you would have him in shock. Why do you put up with this? How? “I hope you know what they said isn’t true,” Jungkook would sit by you and hold your hand in his. “They don’t mean anything, their words I mean.” You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “But I’m just a disappointment to them.” Jungkook’s eyes widen from your word and tears and hold your face in his hands so you could look at him. “No, no, no you’re not y/n you are not a disappointment.” He tries to calm you but isn’t sure what else to do. “Then why?” “I don’t now,” he says. He really doesn’t, there should be no reason for you to be treated that way. “It’s ok, I’m here.”


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Found a whole goddamn notebook in the dumpster this time

no idea whose handwriting this is or why they’d write it or who it’s supposed to be about but it’s fun isn’t it? happy ficlet fantasy friday!


Drifting up from a warm, dozy sleep, she feels the bed shifting under her, and the weight of an arm draped across her. She smiles, keeping her eyes closed, snuggling against him. He keeps moving, though, instead of settling in, and she mumbles, “What’re you doin?”

He’s propped himself up on one elbow behind her, the arm over her doing something complicated.

“Taking a bed selfie.”

“Huh?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes. What the fuck time is it, anyway?

“A bed selfie.” 

Like that explains it.

One eye, then the other, slides reluctantly open, and she can make out his iPhone a few inches away in the dimness. They’re both in the frame, grainy and low-res; her hair is spilled out over the pillow, her bare shoulder exposed, his muscled arm disappearing into the corner where his hand is holding the phone. His thumb touches the button.

“It’s gonna be a week till we see each other again — I need a souvenir for when I get lonely,” he says.

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TMNT Raph x Reader: Sorry For The Pain (Part 2/2)

He had dislocated your jaw.
Dislocated your jaw.
It was a monumental shock to your system and it, in all honesty, has made you withdraw from Raph completely. It’s been a week since the incident and you’ve found that you can barely stand in the same room as him any more. After you had fallen unconscious, you had woken up to see Donnie hovering above you, his heavy golden gaze observing you closely. You were startled at first by the colour of his eyes and the similarity they held to Raph’s. In your disoriented state you had initially thought that Donnie was Raph and threw your hands to your face to protect yourself from another hit. Donnie gripped your hands in fear that you would knock your jaw by accident. As soon as his hands made contact with yours it was as if you had been snapped back to reality, recognizing Don instantly. 

The pain over the first couple of days had almost been unbearable, you’d often find yourself excusing yourself to Donnie’s lab to beg for some painkillers. Unfortunately, as soon as you had opened your mouth to ask you would burst into tears and sob due to the unbearable pain. Donnie had been the one to remain by you throughout the whole ordeal, understanding what you needed just by your expression. 

Raph had come to say sorry a couple hours after you had woken up from your fainting spell. He walked into the lab where you lay, with the full intentions of apologizing profusely. But then he saw the damage that he had inflicted upon you, the one woman he cared for more deeply than he would ever admit aloud. Your entire jaw was swollen and the entire right half of your face was puffy and had a dark purple hue to it. He stared, eyes wide in self-loathing and disgust. Disgust with himself. 

When you finally saw him and recognised the clear expression of disgust on his face your heart dropped to the floor, you knew you looked hideous. The others hid their feelings from you with great care but you would always catch them staring whether they were doing it intentionally or subconsciously. Even Raph thought you were disgusting. Your head bowed and you looked away, turning your body to face away from him. 

Raph wanted to say something, anything, but his mouth was clamped shut. Stunned and unable to speak, he turned on his heels and simply walked out of the room. 

You haven’t spoken to him since you had meekly asked him to pass the salt six days ago. Six days ago. You can’t bring yourself to get too close, his hulking height suddenly becoming so much more intimidating than you remembered. His eyes begin to look more hostile than charming, his strong figure that used to give you a sense of safety and security now send you into anxiety and fear. 

You have retired to your room early tonight, April and Casey have popped in suddenly and you weren’t up for them staring at you’re unappealing features. You aren’t mad at Raph, he hadn’t hit you purposely. He didn’t target you with malicious intent. However you are now aware that he is not a giant teddy bear, he is dangerous and should he send one hit with the intent to kill you’d be dead instantly. That makes you uneasy and the fact that he hasn’t apologised yet churns your stomach in disappointment and sick feeling you can’t quite label. 

A sharp rap on your door startles you and you mumble something in acknowledgement. Maybe it’s Donnie to check up on you. 

You pull the door open and you heart leaps into your throat as you register who is standing before you. Hint: it’s not Donnie. 

A strangled sound of surprise slips from your lips as you stare stunned at Raph, his golden gaze guilty and determined. You weren’t ready to talk to him and you were completely unprepared. “I’m sorry but I’m really tired. We can talk tomorrow, Raphael,” you state lowly, heart pounding as you begin to close the door. His brows furrow at the use of his full name and he holds the door open from closing. 

“No, you’re going to listen to me,” he demands, stepping forward. His movements force you backwards into the room as he closes the door and locks it behind him. The colour drains from your face and you stare at him, apprehensive of his brash forwardness. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I-I cant, I- fuck!” Angered by his own incapability of finishing his sentence he lets out a roar of frustration, sending his fist into the wall next to him. You gasp, backing into your dressing table roughly in alarm. His gaze moves to rest on you and your fear seems to fuel his anger. His self-hatred. “No! Don’t be- I won’t hurt you, I will never do it again. I never meant to do it, you just were there and I- I wasn’t thinking straight and I didn’t see you until it was too late! I thought you were Mikey… please. Please,” his words are yelled, self-loathing eating away at him as you simply stare at him. He is a hot mess,  destroyed by the guilt and hatred ripping him apart from the inside out. 

He suddenly turns and approaches you quickly, causing a lump to form in your throat. “Raph…” you trail off, unable to form a sentence to give to him. 

Slowly he lowers to his knees before you, relatively eye level with you. His eyes are glistening and you exhale, shocked by the intensity of his gaze. “I never meant to do this to you,” his eyes roam over the purple bruises lining your jaw and cheekbone.” Please,” he’s begging in a soft voice, but he’s not sure what he’s begging for. Forgiveness, redemption, love. 

Almost like he’s afraid he’ll break you, his hands come to rest on your waist, still on his knees. He stares at you, “please,” he murmurs again. 

“Raph, I forgive you,” you whisper, hands cupping his face and pulling him to rest against your neck in an embrace. He lets out a relieved groan, and leans into your caress, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him. 

“I love you so much,” he murmurs against your neck, breath shuddering by the admission. 

“I… I love you too, Raph.” 


SO I FINISHED IT. I’m so sorry it’s horible quality. I apologise for any typos found. Please send in your requests, I’ll gladly oblige to them :) whether it be an imagine, oneshot, fic, prompt, question whatever :)

Originally posted by mutanteens