i swear i have hearts instead of eyes when i watch this movie and especially those two

You’re Worth The Danger.

Request from anon:Can I request a Bucky x reader? She’s a civilian but they’ve been dating for months. Some hydra agents have been watching her and try to kidnap her when she was home alone. She manages to run away and hide inside a store calling Bucky to get her. After he picks her up he has her move in with him at the tower where she’ll be safe. Tony has a soft spot for her so he gives her an all access key and welcomes her to the family.

Note: All Russian was done through Google translate so I apologise to anyone who understands it and it doesn’t actually mean what it should do!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,437

Warnings: Violence, intimidating behaviour, threat to life and a swear word.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Sometimes you wished you could stay frozen in this moment of time forever…your boyfriend’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he slept peacefully next to you and your eyes gazing upon his perfect face. Every morning for the past few months now you had been greeted with this sight and it never grew old. Not only was he ridiculously handsome but he was part of the Avengers too! Yes you, an ordinary civilian, was dating an individual that helped to save the world on pretty much a daily basis……it was like your life had suddenly turned into a script from a movie and even now as you felt his presence and you looked upon him you still couldn’t wrap your head around it all.

“Are you watching me sleep again [y/n]?”

A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly, and a little reluctantly, opened both of his eyes. He knew you did it every morning but until now he had never mentioned it. It amused him that rather than getting up and starting your day you would just lay there and watch him instead. He couldn’t see any fascination with him sleeping but if it kept you happy then he would live with it.

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Draco Malfoy and the Yule Ball Disaster

Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I haven’t read Harry Potter in years, just some fan fictions, and I haven’t watched the movies in a bit either. Still, I did my best, I hope you all enjoy! Also, the photo? I mean, my skills are improving!

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You look up just as Draco Malfoy confidently sits down beside you on the stone bench, and you send him a look with a frown. You’re trying to study, you’d chosen this specific bench because no one ever comes this far back; how did the annoying blond always have an uncanny ability to find you when you least want him too?

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My top 25 NaLu moments! (Part 1)

Here I’m going to post my favorite 25 NaLu moments. Since they have a lot of moments, it was hard to pick just 25 (and keep in mind that this is manga only, no anime, meaning there’ll be no filler moments, nor movie moments). Since I don’t want this to get too long, I’m going to split it into 2 parts (25 through 16, 15 through 1). Also, this is MY OPINION only; my favorite moments. You don’t have to agree with me, or say ‘the other moment should be higher’ or ‘why didn’t you include that moment here’. I love all NaLu moments, but there are some that just make my heart go ‘whoooooa’ and those are the ones I’ll include here. It’s not spoiler-free, so if you’re not updated on the current arc, I suggest not to read it.

Part 2 can be found here.

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Two Time’s The Charm // Seungcheol

Originally posted by hansols

Synopsis: Who said fleeting moments with a random stranger in a random setting can only happen once?
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: A follow-up oneshot for the short Encounter at The Grocery and yes, I am aware of the actual phrase third time’s the charm. This one’s for @aesthedick-cheol. It’s really plain and basic but I hope you like it. Also, I had this video in mind while imagining Cheol’s expressions~~

Bubbly foams of fruit-scented shampoo trickled down your hair as cold water from the shower ran down your body. Lathering and rinsing for a couple of minutes, you took the large bottle of conditioner from the shelf, only it wasn’t conditioner.

“What the hell?”

The word ‘shampoo’ printed out in plain and medium-sized font stared right back at you before the dumbness of the situation hit you in the eye. You gritted your teeth and sighed before yelling at your roommate,

“Shane! Wait up! I’m going with you!”

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Saccharine [V]

{{ adjective // excessively sweet or sentimental ; sugary, relating to or containing sugar }}

All I want for Christmas is you.

Fluff. College AU. 3,421 words.

Joie De Vivre Series: a holiday collab with @dreamscript and @zephyoongist

Seokjin / Yoongi + Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook


College is incredibly difficult. You’re struggling to balance five classes, a three hour lab, two clubs, and a social life. It sounds crazy, you now know it’s crazy, but your stubborn freshman mind was too excited to comprehend that when you signed up for everything at Freshman Orientation. And most days, you feel like dying from the workload or moving onto Plan B: dropping out and finding a sugar daddy instead. But fortunately for you, you have your temporary salvations. They arrive every week on Friday at 9 PM on the dot.

Every Friday night, your dormitory holds a Cafe night. Cafe night is when a different sweet is given out in the common area each week. You usually have to come early because the line gets long fast and the food may run out. After all, it is free food.

And anyone who’s been a broke college student would know that the two most favorited words in college are “free” and “food,” especially when they are combined together.

“Hi, _______!”

Although, those two words uttered by Kim Taehyung may be your absolute personal favorite now. Not that you were biased or anything. Of course not.

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Ghost stories - Part 1

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AU where Bucky was never blamed for the bombing and the events of Civil War didn’t happen.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1431

A/N: So… it’s me again! Somehow I’ve been hit by a wave of inspiration and this is the result. Chapter inspired by the song Visions from The Maine.


Originally posted by lucifer-r

Last night I saw you in a dream

I’m still not sure just what it means

Two nights before much of the same

I found you dancing on the back of my brain

There are twelve notebooks in his backpack, which compose the scattered memories dating back to as far as he can remember. Bound in black letter with a little red elastic holding them closed. All of them are exactly the same, except for a few color coded sticky notes poking out the top.

Over the past few months he’s developed a system: blue is for Steve and pink for the Howling commandos; his HYDRA missions are highlighted in bright red as well as his memories as the Winter Soldier.

He never looks at those pages.

Like someone who’s suffering from Alzheimer, he writes down scattered memories of his life in fear of losing his memory again. He’s prepared now, or so he likes to think. He finds comfort in the thought that, if anything were to happen, he could run away with nothing but that backpack.

When Captain America himself comes barging into his apartment in Bucharest he doesn’t think twice, he takes his backpack and runs as fast as he can. Leaving everything behind but those notebooks, safely stashed in the pocket right against his back. He runs and runs and runs until the burning in his legs becomes unbearable and his lungs are on the brink of exploding. Only then does he allow himself to slow down, leaning against the bricked wall of an old building. A thin sheen of sweat is trickling down his back and something in his mind shifts for a second.

There’s a woman staring through a window, dark hair flowing down her back in stark contrast against her white robe and bare arms shivering at the cold breeze. She hums a song under her breath and whispers his name. “James”.

He’s not sure if it’s a memory but the vision leaves him shaking, because it’s the first thing he sees clearly ever since he’s remembered Steve. Heart beating frantically, he scrambles for the last one of his notebooks and scribbles down the memory, but it’s not enough.

He needs to leave soon, that much is clear to him, and yet he can’t help but feel hollowness inside; as if he’d left something but can’t quite figure out what it is just yet. So he does the first reckless thing he’s been so careful not to do in months and he goes to a little shop a few blocks away from the Main Square to buy some pencils.

And that is how Bucky Barnes learns to draw.

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quiet-hubris  asked:

F. Burrcules pls :D *hehehehe*

Prompt F. An absent look or touch.

By the time Aaron makes it to the movie theater, he’s really starting to regret his decision to walk there. Only a light snow had been falling when he left his home, but it had quickly picked up to become more of a flurry as he continued, and now Aaron is basically covered in snow.

So when he steps inside the theater and is met by immediate warmth, Aaron lets out a sigh of relief. He wipes his feet on the mats by the doors as he looks around, locating his friends quickly; Laurens is standing next to an amused looking Lafayette, both of them staring down at Alexander, who is gesturing wildly with his hands. Behind them, Hercules says something and shakes his head, but then his eyes land on Aaron and he tenses, and soon the other three are spinning around to look at him, wide smiles on each of their faces.

Even though he’s used to the group acting strange, Aaron still thinks this is one of their more unusual greetings, but he makes his way over to them anyway. They had all agreed to meet up to see a scary movie that had come out recently called The Death Trap or The Hell Hole or some ridiculous name like that. Aaron doesn’t care for horror movies much, but he figured it would give him two hours of pretending to stare at a screen while he proceeds to actually space out. He’s always found movie theaters strangely relaxing.

“Aaron! You came!” Laurens throws his arm around Aaron’s shoulder when he reaches them, while everyone else gives him a nod in greeting. Aaron can’t help but notice that Hercules looks nervous, and wonders what they had been talking about before he came over. 

“Of course I did.” Aaron responds, raising an eyebrow. “You guys planned this outing like a week ago.”

“Yeah, well, funny story.” Alexander makes what he probably thinks is an apologetic look, but Aaron can see the mischievous glint in his eye. “Laf, John, and I actually forgot we had to do something tonight, so we can’t stay. But Herc really wants to see this movie, so you two can still go!”

“Oh.” Aaron shifts on his feet and glances up at Hercules, who gives him a small shrug. It’s not that Aaron doesn’t like Hercules, in fact, that’s kind of the opposite of how he feels. “I…yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great!” Alexander exclaims, and Aaron watches as he practically drags Laurens and Lafayette away, but not fast enough to stop Lafayette from throwing a wink over their shoulder that makes Aaron’s face grow warm.

“So, tickets.” Hercules says a moment later, and Aaron nods, digging in his pockets for his wallet, but Hercules stops him by wrapping a hand around Aaron’s wrist. “I can cover ‘em, especially since you kind of got tricked into this.”

“I…” Aaron swallows a few times, trying not to think too much about the warmth of Hercules’s hand on his skin; Hercules is always doing this, touching Aaron like he doesn’t know how it makes his pulse skyrocket. But he probably really doesn’t know. It probably means nothing. “Okay, sure. I’ll get popcorn then.”

They meet up after they have the tickets and the popcorn, and Aaron lets Hercules lead him to the theater, hoping the other man doesn’t feel the shiver that passes through him when Hercules places his hand on Aaron’s back. It’s nothing, Aaron tells himself. Hercules probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it. 

They sit down towards the back of the theater, making it just in time for the lights to dim and for the movie to start. Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm his nerves as he puts his hand into the popcorn bag. But then Hercules’s hand is also grabbing at the popcorn, his hand brushing against Aaron’s in the process, making him jump.

“Sorry.” Hercules says softly, his eyes on the screen, and Aaron just nods, quickly removing his hand and bringing the popcorn to his mouth.

The small touches continue throughout the movie, and Aaron knows that Hercules must not be doing it on purpose, there’s just no way. The touches are so soft and brief; his foot touching Aaron’s, his arm pressing against Aaron’s on the armrest, his hand brushing over Aaron’s knee, and each time Aaron peers over at Hercules, his eyes are still trained on the screen. 

So Aaron tries not to think about all of it, focusing on the movie instead. But at one point, a jump scare causes Aaron to grab at Hercules’s hand, gripping it tightly. He quickly becomes embarrassed and tries to remove it, but then Hercules is closing his hand around Aaron’s, his thumb brushing absently over the back of it.

Their hands remain entwined for the rest of the movie, and whenever Aaron peers over at Hercules, he swears that he sees the man smiling. But he can’t be sure, it could just be the dark lighting tricking him. 

Finally, after the last surviving person in the movie defeats the monster, the credits roll, and Aaron and Hercules exit the theater, their hands back at their sides. Aaron turns to Hercules, about to thank him, when he starts talking first.

“Do you want to come back to my place for a bit?” Hercules asks, and Aaron can’t stop his jaw from dropping. “I mean, just to watch another movie!” Herc says in a rush. “I always like watching a Disney movie after a horror movie, and Alexander and John won’t be there, so you don’t have to worry about them talking through it and I just-”

“Yes!” Aaron says quickly, cutting Hercules off. “Yeah, I would…I would like that.”

So Hercules drives them back to his place and puts on The Lion King, both of them sitting on the couch. Aaron notices the way Hercules’s fingers drum nervously on his thigh as the first song begins. Then he tenses slightly, one of Hercules’s hands moving to rest on Aaron’s knee, his fingers resuming their drumming as if the movement is the most natural thing in the world, and not a movement that is making Aaron’s heart pound. 

It’s not on purpose, Aaron tells himself sternly, not wanting to get his hopes up. Hercules is touching him without noticing. That has to be it. 

Aaron starts to drift off at some point during “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” and he doesn’t even notice his head dropping to rest on Hercules’s shoulder. But he does notice when Hercules puts an arm around him, pulling him closer. Then a phone starts to ring, and Aaron blinks his eyes open slowly when Hercules answers.

“Hey. Yeah…yeah he came over. No we are not making out, shut up Alex!” Hercules hisses into the phone, and Aaron feels his lips curve up into a smile at how nervous Hercules sounds. “He’s…he’s asleep. Yes, on me, and I’m gonna hang up now so I don’t wake him up, cause this is the best moment of my life and I don’t want to ruin it. Bye.”

Aaron rearranges his face as Hercules hangs up so it looks like he’s still sleeping, but his thoughts are swirling. So Hercules does like him, and…and what? This night had been one big plan to help Hercules hang out with him alone? And all those small touches had been on purpose? Aaron smiles again, his heart fluttering, and then he stretches his legs and yawns, making it seem like he’s just waking up.

“Hi.” He murmurs to Hercules, who is staring over at him with parted lips. “Did I miss all the good parts?”

“Hm?” Hercules hums, his eyes roaming over Aaron’s face, making him laugh softly.

“The movie, how much did I miss?”

“Oh.” Hercules laughs and shakes his head, but one of his hands reaches out to rest on Aaron’s thigh. “I wasn’t really paying attention, to be honest.”

“Oh.” Aaron echoes, and he only hesitates a moment before turning on the couch so he’s facing Hercules, one of his own hands reaching out to rest over Hercules’s, pushing it higher up his thigh. He’s suddenly feeling very bold. “Something else holding your attention?”

“Yeah.” Hercules breathes out, and he brings his other hand up to cup Aaron’s face, his thumb brushing over his cheek. Then Hercules pulls him in, pressing his lips to Aaron’s in a soft kiss.

Oh, Aaron thinks to himself as they both sigh against each other’s mouths, this touch is definitely on purpose. 

Just A Thought (M)

Originally posted by yoonkooks

» yoongi x jungkook (+TOP from BigBang)
» 4.4k
» bxbxb fic were the boy wants to save himself for marriage…
» warning: smut (exhibitionism and voyeurism)

“You want me to— what?”

Yoongi was totally perplexed. He was watching Jungkook with eyes like a hawk. No way – no fucking way – was Jungkook being serious right now. There was more chance of the over grown child jumping off a bridge than actually saying what he has just said.

There was a chance Yoongi had attained some form of hearing disability and now was also going crazy, but the man sitting on the edge of the bed that Yoongi shared with Jungkook (and only Jungkook) was proof that wasn’t the case.

“I want you to have sex with him,” Jungkook answers, smiling sweetly and holding his hands behind his back to capture the childish giggle behind his words.

“Oh— Excuse me,” the man cuts it. He holds up a hand, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “No, I’ll be the one fucking him. That’s what I specified on my page.”

Jungkook nods, biting his lip down as he turns to back Yoongi looking almost apologetic. “Right, he’s going to… do you.”

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Best Halloween Ever

 grace-for-sale said: Recently discovered your blog and LOVE IT! Could I please request a SamxReader which they celebrate Halloween dressed as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett and they freak Dean out by singing all the songs. Something similar to your ‘Chicago’ story? TY!
Sorry I should’ve been more specific! Not all the songs. ‘Just A Lttle Priest’ my apologies! :) Thank you so much! *hands you a pie*

A/N: I hope you didn’t get the pie from that fishy shop of Mrs. Lovett, but thank you! So, the Chicago one wasn’t mine, like, I know which one you’re talking about, but I don’t remember who wrote it. Anyhow, I hadn’t seen Sweeney Todd before because of reasons, so I just wrote this based on what I read from Wikipedia, though I’m definitely watching it on Halloween. I hope you like it!

Word count: 2,306. I don’t even know how it got like this, tbh.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: swearing, singing about turning people into pies.


The bright, white lights of the Dollar General store made you squint as you pushed the door to enter, Sam immediately placing his hand on the glass as to hold it open. You have him a thankful smile before walking in, your eyes quickly adjusting to the brightness.

There were only a few people apart from the store workers, as it was already way past ten. All around, black and orange adornments decorated the store, as well as a few ghost and skeleton pictures and paper figures.

“One day more,” you whispered to Sam excitedly, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

There was something about Halloween, something you could never quite put your finger on, that made you love it. Maybe it was seeing happy, little kids running around, without any actual knowledge that the monsters they were dressed as were real. Maybe it was the way that people seemed to come together as a community, greeting each other with a “happy Halloween!”

Or maybe it was the fact that you could use the date as an excuse to eat candy all day long.

Either way, you’d always loved Halloween. But you were definitely sure that this year would easily outrun all your previous ones, because this year you had finally managed to convince the Winchesters to celebrate it with you. Although Dean had made it very clear that he was not going to dress up, you and Sam already had your costumes planned.

You would be Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, and Sam, of course, would be Sweeney Todd. You didn’t even remember the moment in which you’d fallen in love with musicals, but the fact remained that you did, so getting Sam to dress up with you in the theme of one of your favorite musicals made you happier than you had been in months.

But the best part was that Dean didn’t even what the both of you were dressing up as, and you couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized what you were doing.

But of course, in the heat of taking hunts and making sure that everybody stayed alive, you had forgotten to buy some more makeup that you would be needing, which meant a quick trip to the store just a day before Halloween. Plus, you could pick up some more candy, and another pumpkin pie for Dean.

“C’mon,” you said, grinning at Sam as you took his hand and dragged him to the candy aisle, almost skipping from giddiness.

“I swear I’ve never seen you be this childish,” Sam teased, chuckling when you gave him a halfhearted glare.

“If you don’t like me being childish, then you can have no candy tomorrow,” you said, keeping your face as serious as possible.

Sam gasped dramatically, faking a grimace as he placed his hand over his heart. You couldn’t help but giggle at his actions, especially when he grabbed grabbed the shelf to the side to “support” him.

“Babe, you’ve wounded me,” he coughed, “n-no candy?”

“Okay, maybe you can have some.” You shook your head in amusement, turning back to look at the candy.

A few seconds later, you felt Sam wrap his arms around your middle, resting his head on top of yours. You leaned back against his chest, enjoying the body heat that he gave you. Carefully eyeing the sweets in front of you, you decided on a bag of Kit Kats and some Hershey bars, since you already had four pounds of candy back at the bunker. As much as you wanted to buy some more, you knew that it would probably be a bad idea to leave any of you with that much sugar.

"So, you ready to freak out your brother, Mr. Todd?” you smiled at Sam as you snatched up the makeup items that you needed and quickly grabbed a pie.

“More than you know, Mrs. Lovett,” Sam said, pressing a kiss against your cheek as you lined up the items at the counter.


You woke up with a grin, flipping over so that you were facing Sam, who had spooned you while you were sleeping. You pressed a light kiss to his lips, watching as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Morning,” Sam said, his voice husky from barely waking up.

“Morning,” you whispered back, the corners of your mouth lifting up. Sam pulled you closer to him, his nose brushing against yours.

Slowly, so slowly that it was almost painful, he leaned down and kissed you, sending shivers down your spine as he ran his hands down your sides. He soon moved downwards, his soft lips running down your neck.

“Hmm, honey, we’re never getting out of bed if you continue that,” you mumbled, your hands against his chest as you reluctantly pulled away.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Sam chuckled, though he did stop and instead rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“We need to get ready,” you said, quickly pecking his lips before you rolled out of bed.

Your Halloween spirit suddenly intensified as you spotted your costume laying against the chair of your desk, and you jumped excitedly. You grabbed it as you rushed to the bathroom, but not before turning to Sam.

“Better be dressed when I get back,” you winked, giving him the most innocent smile you could, “you know I would simply love to rip that costume off of you tonight.”

You could’ve sworn that Sam almost tripped as he scrambled out of bed, the sheets tangling around his legs. You giggled and continued on your way, locking the bathroom door behind you.

You took your time to get ready, even if you knew that Sam and Dean were probably going to be the only ones to see you, and maybe Cas if he decided to pop in.

You slipped into the very worn-looking dress of Mrs. Lovett, admiring how good you looked in it before starting on your hair. You curled your locks as best as you could before ruffling them up, trying to make them look as messy as possible. Then you moved on with your makeup, applying layers upon layers of it until you finally looked paler than ever before, also making it look as if you had huge bags under your eyes for a dramatic effect.

You turned to the mirror once you were done, smiling crookedly at your reflection. After coming face-to-face with real monsters in your daily life, it was almost impossible for something to seem as scary as it was intended to be. Usually you and Sam would laugh at the cheesy makeup that people had on movies, each of you adding comments about how off they were from actually terrorizing you. But you had to admit that you would most likely be a good makeup artist, because, damn, you looked scary.

Two knocks on the door brought you back to reality, and you quickly glanced at your watch to see that you’d surprisingly spend over an hour dressing up.

"Babe? You almost done?” you heard Sam call, but instead of replying, you opened flung the door open, holding up a bit the sides of your dress as you did a small curtsey.

“So…how do I look?” You did a twirl on your heels, the fabric swooshing beneath you, before clasping your hands together and waiting for his answer.

“You look so scary it’s sexy,” Sam said, his arms snaking around your waist. You smiled at him, fixing the turned up collar of his shirt.

He was wearing the same Victorian outfit as Sweeney Todd, and he honestly took your breath away. Sam might look good on those cheap FBI suits that he wore all the time, but the way the outfit fit him in all the right places just made you want to drool. You’d thank Charlie for that the next time you saw her, since she was the one who made the fittings when she came over.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister,” you grinned at him, standing on your toes to kiss him.

However, before you could even touch his lips, your stomach grumbled loudly, causing you to blush and Sam to laugh.

“Don’t laugh,” you said, playfully slapping his arm, though you yourself couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on,” Sam said, suddenly leaning down and grabbing your legs. You yelped in surprise, wrapping your hands around Sam’s neck as he lifted you up and carried you to the kitchen bridal style.

“Sam,” you laughed, your grip on him tightening as he hoisted you even higher, “let me down!”

“As you wish,” Sam smiled, kissing your forehead before he let go completely of you. You screamed for the tiniest fraction of a second, but then Sam’s arms were around you again, lowering you gently to the ground.

“I swear, Samuel Winchester, one of these days…” You shook your head, trailing off as you smoothed down your dress.

“You’ll what?” Sam asked raising his eyebrows teasingly, but before you could reply, you heard a very familiar voice swearing.

“What the hell are you two wearing?” You and Sam turned around, finding Dean looking at the both of you with a hand over his chest. His eyes widened even more as he took in how scary you looked, and you couldn’t resist to send a smirk in his way.

“Aww, did the all mighty Dean Winchester get scared?” you asked, turning your back to him as you went to the fridge, pulling out some orange juice for breakfast.

“I didn’t get scared,” you heard Dean grumble before he cut himself a slice of the apple pie resting on top of the table.

Without Dean looking, you signaled for your boyfriend to follow you. Sam understood what you meant and made his way over, bending down so that he could get the milk from the bottom of the open fridge.

“What is it?” Sam whispered, his large frame blocking any moment of yours from Dean.

“I was thinking,” you started, glancing over to see if the eldest Winchester was paying attention to you or Sam. Thankfully he was too engrossed in his pie, stuffing his face full of it. “What if we, you know, sing?”

“What? You know I have a terrible voice, (Y/N),” Sam said, doing his classic “bitchface.”

“Just one, babe? ‘A Little Priest’ would probably make Dean stop eating his precious pies for sometime,” you begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. It always did the trick with Sam, and they did not disappoint you this time.

With a small sigh, Sam straightened up again, mouthing a reluctant “okay.” You giggled at his expression, and at least the sound of your amusement was able to make him feel better about what he was going to do.

You started humming, taking some eggs and bacon from the fridge as Sam heated up the pan for you. Sometimes it surprised you how on sync the both of you could be, or how he knew you so well. Then you started, quietly at first, the words dripping softly from your mouth.

Seems a down right shame…“ you sang, trying your best to sound like you were from England. You could feel Dean and Sam staring at you, but you continued as if nothing had happened.

Shame?,” Sam asked with a small smile, watching your eyes lightening up at his terrible British accent.

Seems an awful waste…
Such a nice, plump frame
Wot’s ‘is name has…
Nor it can’t be traced…
Bus’ness needs a lift,
Debts to be erased…
Think of it as thrift,
As a gift,
If you get my drift!

Then, Dean’s eyes became wide with horror as he realized what you were singing. You had forced him and Sam to watch the movie version at least once, since they weren’t really fans of going to the theatre. Though Sam had been okay with it, Dean was kind of freaked out by the whole thing, and left in the middle of it.


Seems an awful waste…
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is,
When you get it,
If you get it…

Sam feigned acknowledgment at your words, his lips stretching into a smile.


You laughed a little before continuing singing, enjoying the look of disgust on Dean’s face as he took in your words. He started eating faster, hoping to get out of the kitchen as soon as he could. But unfortunately for him, you were already too pumped up, spreading your arms widely as you and Sam danced around in the kitchen, breakfast completely forgotten.

Think about it!
Lots of other gentlemen’ll
Soon be comin’ for a shave,
Won’t they?
Think of
All them

That seemed to be the last straw for Dean, and he let his fork down with a loud clank. He shook his head at you and Sam, grabbing one of the candy bars bag from the cabinets of the kitchen.

"You two are the weirdest couple I know,” he mumbled, not even glancing at his half-eaten pie as he left the room, muttering something about “crazy musicals” and “Hannibal Lecter.”

You giggled, waving goodbye to his back. There was a sudden weight on top of your head, and you felt something soft tickling your face. Sam’s strong arms held you against his chest as he laughed along with you, the deep, hearty sound filling you with warmth.

“I love you so much, darling,” Sam whispered in your ear, you not minding the awful fake accent.

“I love you too,” you smiled, turning around and pulling him down to meet your height before you could kiss him, neither of you noticing the smell of bacon burning.

Fighting: Michael
Okay, so this is really long, idk I just started writing and it came to me, okay I hope you like it! Sorry for the length! - Other boys: Luke Calum Ashton **Also, I do not think Ashton would act like this at all. ~~~~ You roll over and stare at the clock. 3:03 AM. You sigh and roll to your back, staring at the ceiling. You reach over and grab your phone, nothing. You go on twitter and gasp. There, right on your feed, are 4 pictures of your boyfriend, Michael Clifford, out at a club with some red haired girl with bright green eyes, over and over. They’re laughing really hard and leaning towards each other in the first one, in the second she’s smiling up at him while he talks to a reporter, the third one shows his arm wrapped around her shoulder and hers wrapped around his waist in a group picture with loads of people you’ve never met, and in the fourth she has her hand on his lower back while he shakes some random guys hand. Your eyes fill with tears as you click the screen off and put your phone back on the table. You take a deep, shaky breath and roll onto your stomach, silently crying into your pillow. You must have drifted off, because when you wake up, Michael is stumbling around the room, trying, and failing, to be quiet. You look at the clock. 5:37 AM. You bite your lip and roll so that your back is to him, crying again. You feel the bed dip on Michael’s side, and you feel him wrap his arm around your waist and cuddle into you. He whispers, “I love you.” and buries his face in your hair. You pull his arm from your waist and gently push him away from you as you sit up and climb out of bed. “I think it’s best if I go stay with Julia.” You say, walking towards the dresser, about to pack to go to your friends house. “What are you talking about?” He whines. “Babe, come back to bed.” “Why? So you and all of your friends can have a nice laugh at me next time you’re at the club with your pretty new girl friend?” You say, fighting tears. You hear Michael sit up. “(Y/n), what the fuck are you talking about?” He slightly slurs his words. He’s had a little too much to drink. “I’m talking about the pictures on twitter! The ones of you with that bitch!” You say venomously. “Who? Cassie? She’s not a bitch! Don’t call her that, you don’t even know her!” You turn to face him and yell, “OH, OF COURSE! Of course you’re defending your new girlfriend!” “She’s not my new girlfriend!” He yells. “Well, what is she, then? Your new fuck buddy? God, Michael, I actually thought you loved me! I’m so fucking stupid for believing you! I bet you and the boys and all of your friends from the damn club are laughing your asses off at me, huh?” You shout as tears stream down your cheeks. “(Y/n), of course I love you! What is fucking wrong with you? You see a few pictures and all of a sudden you’re fucking green with jealousy! You’re being such a fucking bitch!” “I’m being a bitch, really?” “EVERY ONE ELSE ACCUSES ME OF CHEATING! I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD UNDERSTAND! I DON’T NEED THIS SHIT FROM YOU, TOO!” He gets out of bed and crosses his arms. “WELL, MICHAEL, YOU MAKE IT PRETTY DAMN HARD! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU’RE OUT WITH A NEW GIRL EVERY WEEK! AND THAT WHOLE THING WITH THE BLONDE GIRL? YOU WERE GOING OUT TO LUNCH AND THE CLUB WITH HER AND YOU WERE TWEETING HER ON TWITTER CONSTANTLY! GOD, MICHAEL, I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU, BUT FUCK! YOU MAKE IT SO DAMN HARD!” You’re screaming your words now. “(Y/N)! THOSE GIRLS ARE ALL JUST FRIENDS!” “THEN WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU EVER INVITE ME OUT WITH YOU?” he stares at you confused. “Because, it’s not your thing.” “It’s not my thing? And how the hell would you know it’s not my thing if you’ve never ASKED ME!” “WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE, (Y/N)? ARE YOU THAT FUCKING INSECURE? JUST BECAUSE I HANG OUT WITH BEAUTIFUL WOMEN?” Your jaw drops and you stare at him. “What. The fuck. Did you just say to me?” He steps closer to you, so that your face is inches from his and you’re glaring up at him while he stares down at you. “You. Fucking. Heard. Me.” He snarls. You let out a screechy growl thing and shove him and push him away, then walk up to him and start hitting his chest and yelling, “WHAT DID YOU JUST FUCKING SAY? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? GOD YOU’RE SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT! YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FUCK? YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FUCK! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" You’re sobbing by the end of the sentence. "Well, if you hate me so much, you can just leave.” Michael says. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You start punching his back and kicking your feet. “MICHAEL CLIFFORD PUT ME DOWN!” You scream. When he sets you down, you’re outside of the apartment. “IF YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING ACT LIKE THIS YOU CAN JUST FUCKING LEAVE!” He yells, throwing your car key at you, then slamming the door. When you hear the click of the lock, you punch the door repeatedly and sob. “YOU’RE SUCH A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! FUCK YOU, MICHAEL! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! WE’RE DONE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! FUCK YOU!” The door across from yours and the door next to yours both open and the people start yelling. You give each of them a vicious glare and yell “I’M DONE NOW! SO FUCK OFF!” And you grab your key, then leave. You drive to Julia’s house and when she answers the door you begin to shake and sob uncontrollably.  ~~~~~~~~ It’s been about two months. The first three days he was silent. Then the texts came. Slowly at first, then more often. Then the calls. Once a day for about a week. Then twice a day, and they turned into one almost every hour, until you had to turn your phone off at night and most days. You avoided him at all costs. He stared visiting Julia’s, so you decided to move from Australia back to the U.S to stay with your old college roommate until you could find a place of your own. At least this way you could forget about him. The worst part was the nightmares. You had nightmares all the time, ones re-enacting the fight, ones where he starts seeing the red haired girl and tells everyone he was planning it all along, even nightmares that the girl found you and laughed in your face and her friends beat you up. Not just those, there were others. After a nightmare you would have to focus on your breathing and sometimes force the air in and out. You were so tired from them that you would just fall asleep watching TV or in a taxi or at a movie, and every time you would get a nightmare and work on your breathing. You’ve just finished getting ready for your fourth interview of the week, and you head out the door. You decide on walking instead of grabbing a taxi, you’ve been pigging out and could use the exercise. You round the corner and freeze. You see a mass of bright red hair sticking out of the group of people. Your heart stops and your stomach drops. You take deep breaths and force yourself forward, dropping your eyes to the ground. You focus on your breathing and walk straight ahead as quickly as possible. You walk right pass him and your breath catches. You focus on forcing air in and out and convince yourself that he didn’t see you. You’re about to turn another corner when you hear your name. Your name from a certain Australian accent that you know too well. Your legs turn to jello but you force yourself forward, your legs going from jello to lead. You take deep breaths and push on. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” It’s following you. You’re almost to the place, just a few more feet… his hand gently grabs your arm. You yank it away and freeze, your entire body trembling. You don’t turn around. You know that when you see him you’ll begin sobbing uncontrollably. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry, I-” You whip around and glare at him through tears. “Leave me alone! I have an important interview that I need to get to. Go back to Australia!” You growl, then you turn and walk as quickly as possible to your building. Once you get inside, you go to the bathroom and cry. After your cry, you fix yourself up and dominate that interview, even though it’s not what really the job you want. ~~~~ After the interview, you catch a taxi to the apartment. Once you get out, you pay the taxi man and turn to the building. You stop and stare at the steps. Michael is sitting on them. Crying. Your lips tremble as you icily say, “What are you doing here?” He lifts his head up and stares at you with glossy, watery eyes. You bite your lip and look away, crossing your arms over your chest.  “(Y/n),” He chokes, “I-I-” He takes a deep breath and stands up. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I swear, I’ve never been more sorry in my life.” He runs a hand through his hair and stares at you. You close your eyes. In, out. In, out. Okay, you can do this. In, out. You tilt your head and look at him.  “Michael, I will not be spoken to the way you spoke to me, and I will not be cheated on or laughed at behind my back, and I swear to God, I will never, NEVER be physically thrown out of an apartment that I share with someone else. ESPECIALLY in a place so far away from home and EVEN MORE ESPECIALLY NOT BY SOMEONE WHOM I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING AND SOMEONE WHO I THOUGH FELT THE SAME ABOUT ME.” You glare at him with tear filled eyes as you ball your shaky hands into fists and try to steady your breathing. Michael walks to you and you step back. He stops and his face crumples as he begins sobbing. You close your eyes because, even though you’re more pissed than anything at him, it hurts you to see him hurting. He composes himself and looks at you. “(Y/n), God, (Y/n), I love you so much. I can’t-there is no way for me to describe-word's can't describe how much I love you. There is no limit, no conditions, no strings, I just love you. More than anything. And I know I messed up. And I know it was a huge mess-up. But, God, I’m so sorry. I’ve never been more sorry about anything. Ever. I’m not going to make excuses. I’m going to give you truth. The entire truth. All of those girls, all of them, they all wanted something, like that, they all wanted to…be with me. Every one of them threw themselves at me. And I am not going to lie, okay,” You inhale sharply and look away. “I would have, would, if I didn’t have you. I knew, every one of those times, that I had you at home,” “Oh, great. You had me at home, ruining all of your fun.” You can hear the emotion on your voice.  “No, no, no, no, no, (Y/n), that’s not what I meant. I was going to say that, I knew I had you at home. I knew that I had the most beautiful, and smart, and understanding, and incredible, and amazing girl waiting for me at our home. I will admit that I shouldn’t stay out so late, that was mostly the people around me begging me to stay, I swear, but I never, ever, even considered cheating on you,” “You just said-” “I just said that without you I would have been with those girls, but that doesn’t mean that I was thinking about cheating with them. All I was ever thinking about, aside from the publicity part, was you, and how I wanted to be home, watching a movie or having dinner, with you.” “Michael-” “I shouldn’t have thrown you out. That was wrong. That was incredibly wrong. I’m sorry. I-I-I just, I don’t have a good reason. It was wrong, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, and I know it wasn’t and I’m so sorry. I just, please forgive me. You and I both know that’s what I came for. Your forgiveness. I understand if you don’t love me anymore, but please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong, and I feel like shit for it. I’m sorry. Please, please forgive me.” You look at him for a minute, then look at the ground. “Michael,” You begin, looking back at him, “I do still love you. And I will forgive you. But, I-I don’t know if I can take you back. You really hurt me, Michael. Really bad, I have nightmares, every night. I don’t think you fully understand just how much I love you. And, honestly, I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me again, I don’t know if I can handle that again.” Michael walks to you and gently holds your face. “(Y/n), I understand, believe me, I understand. But you gotta trust me. I know I hurt you, and I swear to God, I will never hurt you again. I’ve been going crazy without you, please, listen to me, I will never hurt you again. I won’t go out anymore, I will NEVER speak to you badly again, and I will never, ever, throw you out of our own home. God, I’m sorry, and I want to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” You stare into his eyes. Slowly, you say, “Okay, Michael, okay, but this is it. This is your second chance. If you mess up again, I will leave and I will never, and I mean NEVER, come back.” Michael wraps you in a warm embrace and kisses you gently. “I’m such an idiot. I love you so much.” He whispers. “I love you too.” You smile, realizing that, for the first time in almost two months, you don’t have to force yourself to breathe. You rest your head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of yours, and you just hold each other. ~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, so I hope you don’t think this is too long or something, this is my first Michael one! I hope you likde it! -Also, I take ship and imagine requests Here if you want one! XOXO - Ariel :)
Give me love Chapter 15

College roommates AU where Karma is not entirely fond of lesbians and Amy is unfortunately her roommate.

“What are you doing here?” Amy says, confusion lacing her voice.

“I came to find you,” Karma says, desperately wanting to reach out and hold the blonde’s hand.

Amy looks at her as if she’s not really there, like Karma is a mirage and Amy is a dying person in the middle of the desert. The rain is getting lighter now but drops of it are still spattering against Karma’s arms.

“But why?” Amy asks, after a minute or two. “You told me that you didn’t love me that way—so what are you doing here, if you’ve never cared for me, after all this time?”

“I do care for you,” Karma tells her. She wants to add “more than you think” but she doesn’t.

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Larry AU: “Little Bird” spin-off where Harry is a bit overemotional and Louis doesn’t understand why he’s crying like a pregnant woman. It’s also their son’s first day of school. Written for Michelle because she forced me and I owe her.

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Request: Woozi spends too much time with his company's dancers

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You frowned as you watched your boyfriend from your spot on the floor. It’s been 3 hours since you got to the practice room for your date with Woozi, but all he’s been doing is practicing his dance. All the acknowledgement he’s given you was a quick nod and a wave when you walked in.

You were getting frustated, especially since all the dance moves were super touchy. Some of the dance moves didn’t even seem like the original, snd you could’ve sworn the dancers were loving it.

There was one in particular, a girl with long black hair and a curvy body, that you knew was loving the dance. Every chance she got, she would be touching Woozi. Whether it be a light touch on the shoulder, or a sly brush to his pants, she always had a coy smile on.

What was worse was that Woozi wasn’t even doing anything about it. In fact, he just returned every smile and brush that the girls gave him, and it was driving you insane.

When a break finally came around, you got up to talk to him. The room was filled with sweaty male and female dancers, but all you could focus on was Woozi. Yet again, he was surrounded by the females, and yet again, that one girl was being excessively touchy with him.

Tapping him lightly on the shoulder, you tried to get his attention. He turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You glanced at the dancers around him, only to find them all staring at you. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked quietly.

Woozi looked back at the females around him. “I’m sorry, babe, but I’m kinda busy right now,” he apologized quietly.

That got your blood boiling. Busy? He was busy right now? You knew damn well that it was his break, especially with the way he was just standing around and laughing, and he had the guts to tell you he was busy?

“Woozi,” you said firmly. “Can I please have a word with you, now?”

Seeing the seriousness on your face, he nodded. You walked away quickly, heading out the door with Woozi trailing behind you. Once in the hallway, you leaned against the wall, waiting for Woozi.

As soon as he got out, he closed the door behind him. “Hey, can we get this done quickly?” he asked, turning to look back into the practice room through the door’s window. “I really need to get back to practice, and you’re kind of distracting me.”

You threw your hands up in exasperation. “Are you kidding me? Woozi, we were supposed to go out on our date hours ago, yet you’ve just been ignoring me this whole time and flirting with those girls instead!”

Woozi shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you, y/n.”

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t believe me’?” you quoted. “What’s so hard to believe?”

“I’ve been working my butt off this whole time, and all you do is stand here and bother me with your stupid jealousy?” Woozi scoffed. “Have I been laughing and joking around with the dancers? Yeah, maybe. But that’s because at least they understand me, and that I have work that I need to focus on, unlike my so-called ‘girlfriend’.”

You were taken aback. Did he just say those dancers treated him better than you did? Anger ready to explode out of you, you lashed out.

“So you’re saying those ladies understand you better, huh!” you shouted. “Fine, then how about you keep them up till 3 in the morning with your problems, go to them when you’re having a hard time or fell that something’s not right. Better yet,” you looked Woozi straight in the eye. “How about you ask them to be your girlfriend, because I am done with you, Woozi.”

Leaving him standing there in shock, you stormed out of the hallway, and out of the building.

A few weeks later, and you found yourself on your couch, disappointed at how things turned out. You were disappointed at how you handled the situation, and how brashly you made the decision to say those words. You were even more disappointed, however, that Woozi didn’t even take the time to talk to you or make sure you were alright.

You were in the middle of watching a sad movie, when you heard your phone make a noise. Leaning over to grab it, you saw that it was a message from Hoshi.

Hey, y/n, are you free today?

You sent him a response quickly. Yeah, why?

Meet me at the cafe by our dorm at 7, I’ve got something to tell you.

Raising a brow in curiosity, you told him okay. Hoshi and you were pretty close, but you hadn’t hung out one on one lately, so this came as a surprise.

Looking at the clock, you saw that it was 5, and decided to get ready. It took about half an hour to get there by bus, and you hated making people wait, so you made sure to have extra time. By the time you left your house, it was already 6.

When you got to the cafe, it was pretty empty, only a few customers there. Realizing you still had a lot of extra time, you bought some coffee to warm you up from the cold outside.

As you waited for 7 to roll around, it got darker and darker outside. Gradually, the few people in the cage all left, and even the cashier left the room to go to the back room, you presumed.

You sighed, warming your hands with the cup of coffee. Checking the time, you saw it was already 7:05. Wondering where Hoshi was, you got up to get another cuo of coffee, only to have the lights in the room turn off.

“Great,” you muttered. Heading over to the counter to go tell the cashier, you stopped when you heard singing behind you.

The voice was soft, almost a hum. It seemed to be coming from one of the tables behind you, and the voice was too low to understand what it was saying.

Holy shit, you thought, heart pounding loudly. This is it, there’s a ghost behind me, and they’re going to kill me, and no one’s going to know because this darn cafe’s lights turned off.

The singing was getting closer, and you heard footsteps coming your way. Clutching your purse tightly in your hands, you got ready to swing. Just as two hands grabbed onto your shoulders, you turned around and smacked whatever it was behind you.

“Damn it!”

You blinked. That was not the voice of a ghost. In fact, it was one you knew all too well.

“What do you want, Woozi?” you glowered down at your cowering boyfriend. He was on the ground, holding a hand to his head, probably at the spot you hit him.

“What the hell was that for, y/n!” Woozi pushed himself up, you not offering any help. You may or may not still be mad at him, but he should know that.

“I thought you were a stranger trying to kill me,” you said defiantly, crossing your arms and facing away from him.

You felt arms wrap around your waist, and a head on your shoulder. The soft hair brushing against your cheek didn’t affect you at all - at least, that’s what what you told yourself.

“Babe,” a nuzzle to the neck.

You didn’t answer.

“Babe,” a peck on the cheek.

“What?” you snapped. You pulled out of his arms, ready to spit fire at him. But as soon as those darn orbs with their stupid shine came into view, you forgot all that you were about to say.

Taking advantage of your silence, Woozi was quick to explain. “Look, I know you’re probably mad at me right now, 'cause heck I’d be mad at me too, especially with those things I said. But you have to believe me, I didn’t mean to make you mad, I was just under a lot of stress from all the composing of songs I had to do. My dancing wasn’t that great either, and I thought if I got in the dancers’ good books they’d be more willing to help me, I’m so sor-”

You cut him off by placing a finger at his lips. “I don’t wanna hear it,” you told him.

“Babe, I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Those darn eyes, they got to you every time. You already forgave him the moment you felt his arms around you.

“Don’t you dare ever try to ignore me again,” you told him. He nodded eagerly. “If you ever feel like you’re under too much stress, you know I’m right here, right?” Again, he nodded.

“And don’t you ever think of talking to me like that again, okay?” You were serious with the last one.

Wide-eyed, he pinky promised you. “I swear, y/n.”

Smiling, you grabbed his hand. “Now, let’s get you started on making it up to me.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned as you led him out of the cafe. You definitely weren’t going to make it easy for him, and he knew it.