i miss that look on his face

Promise

Genji x Reader

The long awaited not really Genji x reader that I have broken apart because I’m lazy. So here is part one for your enjoyment

Chapter 1 (Takes place when Reader and Genji are both 7)
You sat with your head in the lap of your best friend. The rooftops of Hanamura where so peaceful that all of your worries felt long ways away
“Y/N?” Genji asked making you open your eyes a little bit. He was looking down on you. His head blocking out the sun making his face a silhouette “Are you awake? Your supposed to sleep at night silly”
You yawn and sit up. Rubbing your still half closed eyes of any sleep that remained after you were woken up “Yea..Yea I’m up” You yawn making Genji giggle
“Nu uh. You look super sleepy. Did you not sleep well?” he asked smiling at you. His goofy smile missing a few baby teeth. With that goofy orange scarf that was currently way to big for him”
“I slept okay. It was just comfy up here. Your lap is soft” You yawn poking him in the cheek before flopping back onto his lap making him laugh a little
“Y/N. When we get older we should get married” He blurts out making you sit up in confusion “Huh? Why do you say that all the sudden?” You say tilting your head. Both of you were way too young to know what love actually was or how to feel it. But Genji saying that made you feel so special for some reason
“Well you’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I wanna get married to my best friend in the whole world > We could get a huuuuge mansion and then have a million billion kids!” He says giggling.
You giggle as well extending a pinky towards his face “Pinky promise?” You say blushing a tiny bit. You knew you both were way to young but it sounded so fun. You loved Genji. But you just didn’t know it yet.
“Promise!” He smiles connecting your pinkies “Cross my heart and hope to die”
You giggle and stand up “Well C’mon. Let’s go play!” you giggle as he hops and grabs your hand
“Yea Yea! We can go get some ramen then go to the arcade!”

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“For this next trick I’ll need an assistant. Would miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) come for the stage, please?” Jack announced, grinning when the spotlight showed where you sat. Security guy assisted you to the stage, where Jack and others greeted you. Danny had a smug look on his face and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. You didn’t know what was going on but others seemed to be aware what was happening. Jack took your hand and lead you to center of the stage. 
“Now, (Y/N) if you could close your eyes, please.”
You looked at him with questionable look but he just smiled. You didn’t have a choice but to close your eyes. 
“This next trick is the hardest I’ve ever done", Jack started to talk to audience but he never left your side. You wanted to take a peak because you did’t know what was going to happen next. Everyone stayed quiet when Jack spoke about love, magic and soulmates.
“Open your eyes, (Y/N)”, Jack’s voice was quieter this time. Slowly you opened your eyes and there he was, on his knee holding a black box with the most beautiful ring in it. Whole hall was dark except the light from the audience. They had lights on their phones, twinkling like million stars on the night sky. You met Jack’s hopeful eyes.
“You’re my magic, my north star.  (Y/N), I love you. I will always love you. Will you marry me?” 

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Level of fluffyness and scruffyness 200%

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2016 ▶️ Jungkook x solo selcas 📱✌️

inevitable realizations ☼ peter parker

summary : peter’s always been a little bit in love with you, it just took a difficult night and warm, ever comforting words for him to come to the realization. intelligent he may be, but he’s a clueless teenage boy before anything else.

word count : 2.5k

   It was eleven o’clock at night and, as per usual, you were neglecting the sleep you desperately needed in order to finish up the notes on your assigned reading novel that were due in just a few short hours. You were never one to finish tasks, especially menial ones such as homework, in a timely fashion. This was just the tip of the iceberg. You briefly took off your glasses, rubbing your tired eyes that were now struggling to focus on the words in front of you properly. When you slipped them back over your nose, glancing up toward your bedroom window that lead out to the fire escape, you saw the familiar face of your best friend peering in through the glass in a way that was only slightly creepy. 

   Peter knocked rapidly on the glass, waving at you in the typical, hyperactive way that he always had about him. You jumped off your bed, reaching out to shut your bedroom door before walking over to the bay window and unlocking it. A rush of cold winter air nipped at your face the minute it swung open and Peter Parker shoved himself through. Visits from him in this particular manner were common, especially after a day’s work of fighting crime throughout various parts of New York, but not usually this late- and never without a text to alert you first.  

    “You must be freezing,” you shivered, closing the window quickly. “How long were you out there?” Making yourself comfortable on your bed once again, you propped open your book, ready to force him into helping you study. He didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sweatshirt closer to his body, sliding to the floor beside your bed and leaning his head against the soft duvet. His curls were sticking up in every direction when he pulled his hood away, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a brilliant shade of red, but not from the bitter chill that was sweeping mercilessly over Queens. 

   You heard a distinct sniff, then another, then another. His breathing, already shallow from the frantic climbing he had done to reach your fire escape, became even more labored. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide his face. He felt you press yourself against him, your arms around his shoulders and across his chest before he could pull away in embarrassment. Your glasses creaked when they pushed too far into his shoulder. Neither of you moved. You clung to him and he sat there, silently shaking and leaning into your embrace as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. 

   “Hey, hey, shh, shh, Peter, you’re okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I promise. You’ve gotta breathe, though, okay?” He was always ashamed of his sensitivity, but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy and he cried easily and had an awful lot of anxiety sometimes. Today was one of those days, with good reason. He nodded stiffly, maneuvering himself to hug you back, face pressed into your shoulder this time. 

   “It’s… the anniversary,” he said, his voice broken. “One year.” Hollow. “One year since- since Ben. One year tomorrow.” 

   He pulled away, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt. There were traces of tears still making their way down his cheeks, sliding across his nose and down to his lips. He tried to rub them away, too, but you caught his wrist in your hand. 

   “You’re not wrong or less of a dude for crying, Peter.” The way you looked at him, so lovely and caring and worried, made his heart cry out for the safety of your embrace again. “Were you at the cemetery?” You matched his stance and rested the side of your cheek on your knee, still carefully studying his face. 

   “Yeah,” he exhaled, placing his chin in his palm. “I’m gonna go again in the morning with May. Gonna miss school. I- I probably should’ve, um, stayed with her tonight but I…” he trailed off, “I needed you.” He said it as he said most things to you, with his soft tone of voice and his hesitance that made him, him. He never really noticed until now. 

   “What are best friends for, right?”  

    “Yeah. Best friends.” 

    Ignoring the odd way those two words slipped out of his mouth, you said, “I’m sorry, Peter. I know you loved Uncle Ben so much. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this. You and May don’t deserve this.” You reached out to him, your hand gripping his without an ounce of doubt. You had small hands and he didn’t but he felt a thousand times better when yours found his. “I’m always here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

   Surprisingly, he shook his head adamantly. “No, no.” He squeezed your hand. “I kind of, um, just wanna go to bed. Crying like a little baby really tires a guy out, you know?” He gave a weak laugh, a tiny grin, and you smiled right back at him before pulling him to his feet. “Can I use the bathroom?” He needed to wash the sticky feeling of dry tears off his face, rub the sadness out of his eyes. He wanted to be strong for May when he got back in the morning. 

   “Of course, just be quiet. Mom and dad are asleep.” You padded across your rug and opened your door a crack, holding it in a specific way so that it wouldn’t creak when you let Peter through. He gave you a grateful squeeze of the hand again before disappearing into the bathroom. 

    He splashed water on his face, staring up at his reflection, at the water dripping off his eyelashes and the curling ends of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. He rubbed at his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to cry anymore. You had sufficiently comforted him for the night. Peter could breathe again. 

   Peter quietly walked back down the hallway and into your bedroom, watching for a second as you pulled spare blankets down from a shelf in your closet and arranged them on your bay window. You had cleared your bed of your school supplies and had left the covers open for Peter to crawl into without a second though. Which he did. Your covers smelled quite lovely, actually. It was the scent of your perfume that you wore often enough for him to recognize the scent, and he wanted to fall asleep under the inviting covers that were laid out for him. Then, he saw you sit atop your window, about to lie down. 

   “Wait, why are you doing that?” He got out of bed and took your hand for the third time that night, growing accustomed to the feeling of it. He pulled you over to your bed. “You’re not sleeping on a stupid window. That’s ridiculous. I’ll take the window.” He spun you around and ignored the protestant noise you made, gripping your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed. 

   “I’m not letting you take the window, either!” You argued, yanking him back down on the bed. He huffed, glaring at you in a teasing manner. “C’mon, just take the bed. You need it more than I do.” His glare dropped to his lap, an idea rolling around in his head. “What?” 

   “Y/N, how about we just both take the bed?” He said finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t sure what made him say it, why he didn’t just take the floor like he probably should have, but the words were out there in the world and there wasn’t a way to take them back now. You bit your lip, then shrugged, scooting over. 

   “It is big enough for the two of us.” You turned away from him, turning off your lamp and getting under the covers. You heard Peter slide in next to you, but your back was toward him until he poked you sharply. “What’s wrong, Peter?” 

   “Can you- um, well-” 

   You flipped over on your side, just barely making out his face in the darkness of your room. “Do you want me to cuddle you?” Though you said in a teasing sort of tone, you were silently quite pleased when he mumbled a reluctant yes. You moved closer, one arm going around his waist and the other underneath him. Your head was on his chest, listening to the resilient beating of his heart. He placed his chin atop your head. He focused on the sound of your steady breaths until you were sleeping peacefully beside him. 

    He was so grateful for you- the person who stood by his side throughout anything and everything. You, so strong and beautiful and brave and comforting in his times of distress. You, who never seemed to waver in your loyalty to him. You, the very picture of loveliness and a girl who he’d very much like to- 

   His eyes flew open, and he almost jumped away from you. He didn’t want to risk you awakening, though, so he stayed put, freaking out internally rather than externally the way he was prone to doing. He had been thinking of kissing you. That was what he was going to say. Kiss. The thought had come so simply to his brain it was like he already thought the same thing for years. Maybe he had. It wasn’t like he was blind. You were a stunning girl, even if you didn’t think so yourself, you were his best friend, you were practically perfect and Peter would be an idiot to not adore you the way that he did. 

   Adore, adore, adore. Oh, boy. Peter glanced down at you, sleeping in his arms, and confirmed what he had so stupidly never noticed before. His infinitesimal, brief affection for Liz Allen had absolutely nothing on his all encompassing love for you. 


   Peter bid you goodbye that morning at six thirty sharp, before either of your parents had woken up for work. Before he slipped out your window and into the cracks early morning sunlight, he had pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek. It was only the briefest touch of his lips to your face, but you had held your face, right in that spot, for practically the entire day. Ned had questioned why, but you brushed him off with an answer of exhaustion. 

   The day after that, Peter returned to school, dragging Ned off to the side as soon as he stepped off the train platform. He had waited for the other boy purposely, seeking advice. 

   “I have a huge, gigantic, terrible awful problem right now, Ned!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw him, throwing his hands up in the air. “I need help.” 

   “Psychiatric help,” Michelle supplied, appearing out of nowhere as she usually did before walking down the path to school. 

   Ned shrugged. “She’s not wrong.” 

   Peter, frantic, seized Ned’s shoulders and shook him. “This is not a roast Peter session! This a cry for help! Help me, Ned Leeds!” 

   “Am I your only hope?” Peter wanted to scream. 

   “This isn’t the time for Star Wars puns, either!” Not waiting for Ned to quip back that every time was Star Wars time, Peter said, loudly, “I’m in love with Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” He ran his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. “I just- I just realized the other night! Everything just kind of, like, clicked and I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve realized it before, but of course I didn’t and now I have no idea what to do!” 

   “Wait, dude, you seriously have never noticed this before? Are you kidding me? Peter, you’re supposed to be the genius of the school. I feel let down.” Ned shook his head solemnly. “Dude, everyone knows you love her. Even Flash. That’s why he picks on her all the time. He likes pissing you off and nothing gets under your skin more than someone messing with Y/N. She’s the first one you told about being Spider-Man, you go to her for all your problems, you practically pee yourself racing to be her partner for almost everything- not science because science is our subject, but still. I figured you knew you loved her and just didn’t wanna talk about it because she’s out of your league.” 

   “Hey! I am not-” He stopped. “So what if I am? That’s not even the point. The point is that I love her. Me realizing it was inevitable, even if it took me like eighty years to get there. Doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell her, right?”

   “You totally should,” Ned encouraged. “She’s definitely in love with you, too.” 

    Hopefully, Peter grinned. “You really think so?” 

    “Anything’s possible!” 

    “The reassurance you give me is suffocating, Ned. Stop before I die.” 

    That day in gym class, Ned and Peter went off to the side to pretend they were doing stretches while you sat with Michelle and conversed about literature for the first half of the period. Your conversation, however, soon led off into other directions. 

    “Hey, MJ, have you ever… I don’t know, been in love?” 

    Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Only with crushing the patriarchy. Why? Have you?” The intuitive girl already knew your answer, of course, but she was invested in you and Peter’s love story and was desperate to hear the truth from your own lips. 

   You played with the hem of your shirt, thinking. Peter and Ned casually inched closer, having been listening to the conversation for quite sometime now. They were unapologetically nosy. “I think I am.” 

   “With who?” Peter clasped his hands together, silently pleading with the universe to grant him this one wish. I promise, universe, I’ll never ask for anything ever again in my whole life if you just let this girl love me back I swear I’ll be the best Spider-Man there ever was and I’ll protect New York until I’m eighty five just please oh my god please- 

   “With Peter.” 

   The gasp he let out was involuntary, but you didn’t hear him. He turned to Ned, his expression of shock, as well as elation, mirroring Peter’s own. Suddenly, Ned stood, shouting for the entire gym class to hear, “Y/N! Peter loves you too!” You looked up, Michelle’s happy and knowing smirk going unnoticed by you because the only thing you could focus on was Peter and what Ned had just declared. 

   The gym fell silent, every student turning to stare at you and Peter. You were frozen in shock up until the bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, leaving you and Peter alone. 

   “Did he mean it?” You asked, your sneakers squeaking against the floor as you closed the distance between you and Peter, your head tilted to meet his. 

   “It’s the truest thing anyone has ever said.” His lips met yours, and the slant of his mouth against your own was a feeling you could definitely come to adore more than you already did after just one kiss. 

You knew it was me.

“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. Have his eyes always been this green? 

Maybe it isn’t him. 

Who am I kidding? I’d know those eyes anywhere. 

God, Potter, what did you do? 

It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Potter? 

Hogwarts isn’t the same without you there. 

"Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

I hope it isn’t. 

I missed him. 

"I can’t – I can’t be sure,” said Draco. 

But I know it is. 

Granger could have thrown at you every hex in the book and I’d still recognize the way you look at me. 

Harry saw Draco’s face up close now, right beside his father’s. They were extraordinarily alike, except that while his father looked beside himself with excitement, Draco’s expression was full of reluctance, even fear. 

Please end this already, Potter.

14 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,428

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, death, grief and injury recovery

Originally posted by jjeonguk

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Dark Lovers

An AU One-Shot

Character Pairing: Demon!Bucky x DemonKing!Steve x Female Reader

Word Count: 2912

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut. M/M/F threesome, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, sexual penetration, female ejaculation (squirting), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) and swearing. 

Request: can you write one where bucky and steve are demons and they fuck angel reader and she squirts and bucky goes “ well damn stevie look at this”  @apolla62200

A/N: Don’t judge me too harshly! This is my take on angels and demons! 



“I thought you’ve been told not to come to our neck of the woods angel face.”

You squared your shoulders and walked straight past Bucky. You heard his heavy boots turn to follow you.

“Defiance,” he said as he sucked in through his teeth. “I like it. I thought angels were supposed to be sweet and innocent. A bit on the submissive side.”

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you smirked, “Goes to show how dumb you demons are.”

Bucky lunged forward and grabbed your forearm roughly. He backed you against the nearest wall and pushed his big body against yours, pinning you in place. “Tread carefully angel, I’ll make it to where not even your precious God can save you.”

You quirked a brow at him as you chuckled, “Your first mistake is thinking that I need to be saved,” you pushed against his chest, backing him up a step. “Besides, your King summoned me here.”

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I love how in this scene Yu is literally ready to follow Yosuke anywhere

Meanwhile the others are like “Bruh. No way. You’re on your own on this one.”

I LOVE THE NEW OMAKE AND ITS UNEXPECTED KACCHAKO VIBES

Like the way Bakugou turns around and is ready to beat the shit out of whoever is behind him

And is shook when he sees it’s Uraraka (he still swears at her cuz that’s just who he is, but still)

^^ Also the fact that Uraraka knows Bakugou’s looking for Midoriya without him having to say so

AND THE FACT THAT SHE CAN SENSE HIS FUCKING BAKURAGE AURA

(I guess it’s pretty hard to miss but SHHHH LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT)

Bakugou can’t hurt her with his stank attitude:

BECAUSE

SHE AIN’T GOING ANYWHERE Y’ALL

AND SHE CALLS HIM COOL:

(Note that the speech bubbles have a black background, which usually happens in manga when those words are important to someone.)

AND I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYONE ELSE STRAIGHT UP TELLING BAKUGOU TO HIS FACE THAT THEY THINK HE’S COOL (It’s probably happened before like with Kirishima or somebody but I seriously can’t remember it happening).

AND THIS:

SHE UNDERSTANDS HIM

AND HER GENUINE, CARING EYES

AND HIS FACE AS SHE’S TALKING TO HIM

SHOOK AF

And after the whole thing’s over, she’s all like,

And even though he’s perpetually an angry shit, her words still made Bakugou calm down:

These two are just -

GAH

Can’t Believe Tracer’s Fucking Dead

I don’t know about y’all but I’m fucking shook.

We knew Doomfist was strong, but he just tore out Tracer’s chronal accelerator, the only thing keeping her in this reality, and bearing in mind this is canon, she’s just been forced back into being the ghost she was before Winston created the accelerator.

As we can see in this image, he didn’t just do some damage, he tore the entire accelerator out from her back, which, must have been incredibly painful, but her entire lifeline was ripped away in one go, which must be emotionally pretty damn traumatising and terrifying in itself. 

It also gives us a really great picture on how strong Doomfist really is.

Winston, is horrified, not just because his work was destroyed but Tracer is his best and closest friend, he saw her disappear once, and now he’s helplessly watching it happen again, with no idea as to whether he’ll be able to get her back this time.

He’s horrified, and in the reflection of his glasses you can see Tracer’s desperation and fear as well, really emphasising the helplessness both of them are feeling, I love this frame because it clearly shows the care he has for his best friend, and watching her slip away again is heartbreaking to see in his expression.

Tracer’s disappearnce is by far the saddest part of this entire animaton, the look on horror on her face especially pictured on the left, I zoomed in more on her face purely for that reason. She looks in disbelief almost, but I personally think she’s been hit by the realisation she has to go back.

She’s desperate, she’s holding her head at first, and then reaching out to Winston in a desperate cry for help.

These three moments show the exact moment Tracer isappears, the moment Winston realises she’s gone, and Winston entering his rage.

It almost shows the stages of grief, except a few stages are missed out, he’s just lost his best friend for a second time, but he needs to act, now, he doesn’t have time to mourn, and so he enters rage within a matter of seconds after Tracer disappears.

But yeah, Tracer’s disappeared again, this leaves some pretty good opporutnities for some character development for all three of them really, Tracer is put into a traumatic experience twice now, I can’t wait to see how she is emotionally after, she is the “happy go-lucky” mascot after all, seeing how this effects her as well as Winston will be very interesting.

Not to mention the resentment that will build up against Doomfist specifically, rather than putting him under Talon as a whole, it’s become a lot more personal now.

Anyway, this is my take on it, I really loved this animation style, and I really love the story that was shown here, and I’m excited to see what happens next honestly.

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Father Crowley.

I Am Not Doing You

Request: @crownie-sr   Hello Ms. Taw, Would it be so kind if you could a Bucky drabble for #44 because I WOULD LIKE TO DIE FROM READING ONE OF UR WRITING BECAUSE THEY TOO GOOD FOR MY FUCKING EYES

Prompts:   44)  You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.” ( I changed a little bit, I hope you don’t mind)

Words: 1170

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy and a little bit of smut but barely.

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

As soon as you entered your apartment you knew something was wrong, the place was too silent and too cold for your liking. Your heart broke when you saw your boyfriend cuddling up with your pillow and blanket in your bed. 

He looked so vulnerable right now, he was relaxed but at the same time, he looked like he hadn’t slept in ages. Your heart breaks a little because he looks so adorable, that you can’t help to lay next to him and trace your fingers in his jawline and hair. 

Even being asleep you can see how tired he is, he has bags under his eyes and he still has his scruff for a few days ago. You plant a kiss in his forehead making him moan, you doubt that he even knows what is happening right now “Wake up, baby. I am here and I love you.” You say softly, making him know that he is safe.

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