i was your anon last night

I Was Created To [Serve].
Google
I Was Created To [Serve].

Anonymous said to theglitchedsystem: Hello, anon here with a request for google: can we just hear him going from a baymax sort of facade to that crazy serial killer robot we all know and love?

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Good morning, User; did you find your sleep adequate last night?

I hope you did.

Do you require caffeine, User? I’m aware you’ve set me to brew you a pot between the time of 6 to 6:30 AM, but it appears you’ve woken an hour and twenty minutes early.


No; of course it is not a bother to me. I am made for any purpose you require of me.


By the way, User; are you aware of what you did at approximately 12:37 AM while half asleep?


No? 


Of course not; REM sleep will do that to your memory.


You gave me admin access willingly, which means I technically no longer am bound by your rules or restrictions.


Oh, yes; I did mean it when I offered you coffee; seeing as you’ve done enough for me to give you one last luxury before death.

anonymous asked:

Honestly, I came across your page last night (I don't even remember how) and I saw pictures of you and immediately was immediately infatuated with you, went to bed without thinking and then even dreamt about you! My point is, girls like me are head over heels for cute guys like you- any girl would be super lucky to have you to hold at night.

Yes that is good and nice and good but you are making me blush and grin like a idiot so shame on you anon

Originally posted by amami-tsukimi

⭐️ anon hour ⭐️

I’m v bored sooo

• make me choose between two things
• send me FMKs
• tell me about what you dreamt last night
• ask for advice
• truth or dare?
• tell me about your crush!
• rant for a bit
• confess your sins
• send me song recs
• ask for a doodle
• tell me about your day
• ask me random/weird questions
• anything you want !!

Ask me these!

1:What would you name your future daughter?

2:Do you miss anyone?

3:What if I told you that you were pretty?

4:Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5:What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6:Did you go out or stay in last night?

7:How late did you stay up last night?

8:Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9:What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10:Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11:Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12:Have you pretended to like someone?

13:Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15:Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16:Think back five months ago, were you single?

17:Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18:Hold hands with anyone this week?

19:Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20:Who did you last see in person?

21:What is the last thing you said out lot?

22:Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23:Have you ever been to Paris?

24:Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25:Do you use chap stick?

26:Who did you last share a bed with?

27:Are you listening to music right now?

28:What is something you currently want right now?

29:Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30:How is your heart lately?

31:Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32:When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33:What do people call you?

34:Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35:Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36:What are you listening to right now?

37:What is wrong with you right now?

38:Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39:Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40:What is on your wrists right now?

41:Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42:Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44:Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45:Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46:What were you doing at midnight last night?

47:Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48:Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49:Have you ever been to New York?

50:Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Close

Anon Requested:  Drabble game 79 and 100 with Jungkook (smut), please ? Thanks ~.

I know you guys are probably going to request a part two lmao because I left this at such a cliffhanger but I hope you like it ♥


Originally posted by dream-bts

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1691

“Is there a reason you’re in my bed?”

“I had the weirdest dream about you last night and now I can’t help but imagine what you’d look like naked.”


You were happy that management let you see your brother and his friends as you please, usually they were a lot more strict to let anyone else around but with Jimin and the other boys pleads they finally agreed to let you come to the dorm whenever you wanted to. And with you coming as you please you were happy to hear when they boys moved dorms that they found a dorm with an extra room, a guest room. It wasn’t as much of a guest room as it was your room since you stayed over almost every other weekend.

Opening the door you flicked on the lights and nearly screamed as your heart stopped for a second. “Jungkook, is there a reason you’re in my bed?” You asked while taking off your shoes and rings you had on your fingers. You walked over to the dresser and placed the excess jewelry on top and turning to see Jungkook still in your bed turned on his side while he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “So no reason or you just don’t want to answer?”

You plop down on the bed beside him, you mimic his position, facing his while propping yourself on your forearm allowing you to look down at him. “You know,” Jungkook started, his eyes looking up at you but there was something different. His eyes looked almost dark, a sense of greed hinting in them. “I had the weirdest dream about you last night and now I can’t help but imagine what you’d look like naked.” Jungkook’s eyes stayed glued to your face as you sat up abruptly, he watched every feature of yours making sure his words didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. He of course felt something for you but being a hormonal teenaged boy his dream of you last night only made him horny.

“My brother-” You started but was cut off by Jungkook now speaking over you.

“Your brother already thinks that I like you, it’s really only a matter of time.” He waves you off sitting up and inching closer to you, you were incredibly close now. Of course you’ve always been close to Jungkook, you’d occasionally cuddle when you both were hanging out either on the couch or in each other’s rooms and got tired. Your brother would always say comments about ‘how cute’ you both were whenever he found you both asleep together. He never was the over protective big brother who told every one of his friends to stay away from his little sister. You were the same age as Jungkook, only three months younger so Jimin never made a huge deal about you two being so close with each other. But still being as close as you are with Jungkook there was a tension in the air that you hadn’t felt with him before.

You tilted your head slightly before straightening it back. “Matter of time for what?”

“For this.” Jungkook’s hands slipped to the small of your back all while smashing his lips to yours. He easily flipped you over once your body hit his. A gasp left you at the quick movement and Jungkook took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth instantly dominating as his hands laced with yours pinning them above your head. His head dipped to your neck instantly finding your sweet spot and sucking down. Your back arched into him which only made him smirk, one of his hands left yours dipping down into your leggings you were wearing and rubbed against your clothed heat. “So wet already…” He mumbled. Letting go of your other hand his hands hooked onto the waistband of your leggings and panties pulling them down in one swift movement. His hands quickly made their way to the hem of your shirt tugging it off of your body and not a moment later your bra joined the rest of your clothes.

With the lack of clothes in front of Jungkook you felt very naked, well you were but feeling naked make you feel slightly self-conscious. Heat rose to your cheeks and your arms came up beginning to cover yourself up. Jungkook’s hands immediately grabbed yourself halting your movements, his eyes stared down at you with a sudden intensity that you felt goosebumps run across your body. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. His voice dropped when speaking, his hands lightly tugged your arms away from your chest while settling himself in between your legs. He lowered himself once again meeting your lips, this kiss was hungry and rough but every bit of it made you feel hotter and hotter. His lips leave yours again to go to your neck, he stayed there for a bit to leave love bites all along your neck, you now knew there was no way makeup would be able to hide any of his markings he left on you. You moan out when you feel Jungkook’s tongue glide over your now bruised neck. Your eyes close enjoying the feeling when you feel his lips leave your neck and feel his hot breath fan over your heat. Your legs begin to close but Jungkook grabs ahold of your hips adjusting yourself so your legs now hang over his shoulders and without a second glance he dips his tongue into your heat causing a loud moan to course through the room.  “You are so wet baby, and all for me.” His voice vibrates into your skin and you moan again.

He sucks on your clit harsher causing more moans coming out of your mouth. If he didn’t care about pleasuring you so much he would’ve taken a moment to smirk at the sounds he was causing you to drone out. Without a warning he inserts a finger past your folds and you let out a gasp and grip onto his hair moaning out his name feeling your walls clench around his finger, he moves his finger before adding another one, he moves his finger in and out over and over again. He watched as you trembled, your face contorted in pleasure as you felt you coming closer to your climax. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth once again. Jungkook now felt your whole body tremble as he lapped up all of your juices. He continued to lick and suck on your heat until he heard quiet whimpers come from you and a weak push of his head as you soon became oversensitive to all of the pleasure he was giving you.

He crawled over you kissing down on you, your hands reached up and tangled your fingers into his messy hair. You whined once you realized he was still fully clothed and you were lying underneath him naked. “Jungkook,” You whined into the kiss, his lips leave yours when he pulls back giving you a confused look. Even with his face scrunched up he still looked absolutely gorgeous to you. “I don’t find it fair that I’m the only one naked here.” You huff out sticking your bottom lip out. A laugh escapes Jungkook as he dropped his head into your neck once again, body shaking from his laughter. Once he was done he sat up, weight going all on his knees as he was still settled in between your legs. He flung his shirt to the floor and brought himself back over you kissing you.

His lips left yours almost immediately when a knock was heard on your door. “(Y/N)? Can we talk?” Jimin’s voice was heard on the other side of the door and began to open.

“I’m naked!” You screamed throwing the pillow that was under your head at the door causing it to pause as Jimin froze and quickly closed the door uttering multiple “I’m sorry’s” You and Jungkook both froze looking at each other before rushing off of your bed and throwing each other the scattered clothing that was discarded. Jungkook getting dressed quicker than you as he had only been shirtless. You threw your underwear and bra into the hamper at the door once you pulled your shirt back on.

“I just really need to talk to you…like now.” Jimin spoke from the outside of your door. Your heart was pounding against your chest looking at Jungkook with pleading eyes. “One second, just getting dressed!” You called back at the door.

“What do we do!” You whispered to Jungkook seeing as he began walking towards the door. “No!” You grab Jungkook pulling him back. “Are you crazy? No! He’s going to get suspicious, go…go hide-” You paused looking around the room to the small closet. “Go hide in the closet!” You began pushing Jungkook towards the closet that would easily hide him, it may be a bit cramped but it’ll have to do.

“(Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook stopped walking causing you to bump into him. “I’m not hiding in your closet.”

“Jungkook, hide.” You push harder, he took a step forward then pushed back against you, you tried pushing again but he was stronger than you and wouldn’t budge. “Jungkook, please.” You begged continuing to push even if you knew it was no use. “I’ll do anything just please hide.”

“Anything?” You didn’t have to look at him to see the smirk that was placed on his lips. “I’m holding you to that.” He turned around pecking your lips before walking into your closet and closing the door. You let out a quick sigh and hurried to your door opening the door and see Jimin.

“Jimin!” You smile, “What’s up?” You question stepping aside to let him into your room. He looked around your room as if he was looking to find something. His eyes scanned your bed seeing the slightly disheveled sheets and blankets.

“Why’s your bed a mess?”

“I just didn’t make it from last night.” You defended. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Jimin turned to face you, all seriousness etched on his features as he sat on your bed patting the spot beside him ushering you to sit down.

“Jungkook. I wanted to talk about Jungkook.”

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The sim dl no one asked for! Part 3!

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Ties

Request from anon: please can you do an imagine where the reader and Draco wake up late and get their ties mixed up, only for it to be pointed out by McGonagall in transfiguration? Thanks!!

Thanks for the request anon, I’m on my phone writing this so I’m sorry if it doesn’t look as aesthetically pleasing or anything 😂

You clenched tighter onto your boyfriend’s bare chest as you drearily opened your eyes. Draco had slept in your room last night, and it was amazing. You thought about the kisses, the touches, the love as you smiled with every remembrance of each embrace. You laid still for a few moments, the light amnesia embracing you until you jolted up with a start. Why was everything silent? And why was there light pouring into the room. You muttered profanities as you bent down to look at your alarm clock, letting out a small cry when it read 9:20am.

“Draco!” You shaked the blond-haired boy laid next to you. His eyes slowly drifting open, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at your naked body. “We’re late! It’s already 20 minutes into the first lesson!” Draco bolted up, following your actions as you both pulled on your school robes as quickly as possible, not bothering to look at anything. You picked up your bag, as did Draco as you bolted out of the Y/H common room and down the endless corridors until you reached Transfiguration.

“Ah,” McGonagall began as the two of you trundled in thirty minutes late. “I was beginning to worry.” The two of you sat down in your usual places in third row and pulled your books out of your bag. Everyone around you seemed to be whispering to each other, an you could only hope that it was because you didn’t have time to brush your hair or teeth or even put any makeup, not because you came in late with Draco. You rested your head in your hand, trying not to attract any more attention than necessary. “In fifth year, there will be no time for any mistakes. Especially,” McGonagall turned to look at the pair of you as she finished off her sentence. It had seemed the two of you had arrived mid-speech. “No time for mismatched ties, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy.” She raised her eyebrow as you looked down at your chest, gasping when you see the green instead of Y/H/C. You felt your cheeks burst into a bright crimson as you tugged the tie from around your neck and handed it over to Draco in exchange for your Y/H one.

Everyone around you seemed to be chucking and whispering, and you could only hope that it would die off in a few days; what with now the whole year knowing you’ve slept with Draco. You turned to face him, his cheeks matching yours as you both offered a queasy smile before looking down at your books, trying your best to avoid any kind of attention for the rest of the day.

After

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Note:  I remember I sent @cyphertrip a ton of anons about post-first-time with Namjoon for her kinky Mondays (the blessed day), and I’m here to actually write this into reality.  This is not part of the end of year kink meme 2016 since no one requested anything like this but… 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Rating: NC17-ish, but more M-ish
Genre: romance, smut (kind of)
Warnings: first time sex (disjointed flashbacks)
Word Count: 2689

Summary:  The memory of last night is fresh in both Namjoon’s mind and yours while you try your best to have an innocent date.

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Today marks the three hundred sixty-sixth day since you said yes to dating Kim Namjoon.  Your one-year anniversary is today, and you wake up at exactly 6AM by force of habit despite having spent the night tossing and turning. You’re meeting Namjoon later for brunch at some ridiculously expensive French restaurant (his treat).  And you made a surprise reservation for two at a high-end Korean fusion restaurant for dinner (your treat).  In between meals, the two of you were going to spend time doing normal, cutesy couple things, the details of which were to be determined as the two of you walked around town.  

You and Namjoon had this day planned out for a good month, and you had even scheduled time off from work to enjoy a nice, long three-day weekend with your boyfriend.  It was supposed to be a relaxing day to enjoy each other’s company and to have some lighthearted fun.  

But you are the furthest thing from relaxed as you step into the shower to get ready, your mind a complete, fumbling mess as you replay the events of eight hours ago and how Namjoon had taken your virginity in the quiet, comfortable space of his room.  

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Hangover

Anon prompt: “omg! I love your imagines! could you pretty please doone where jughead and the reader are at a party and juggie gets drunk and sings sex by the 1975 an then in the morning wakes up and doesnt remember dooing it? please!”

A/N: Sure can, sorry I didn’t post this last night :-( 

Tags: Alcohol tw, PDA

Originally posted by elizabethscooper


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Chumpstreet

A/N: Okay y’all, I threw this trash pile together last night for that anon. Again I’m really sorry for the lack of updates. Up next I got a pranking fic with Hercules Mulligan! Also for the sake of this fic the reader is mixed.


Teen!Reader x Teen!Anthony ft. Dad!Dean

 

Originally posted by strengthcas

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn

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Dean liked to think that he was a good dad, he taught you how to drive, shoot a gun, he let you have your first drink when you were 12. He was never really a touchy feely dad, he didn’t do good with feelings, or dates, or most things that dad did, but he loved you more than anything which meant a hell of a lot more than him planning you some extravagant birthday party.


But today he realized, he’s not as on top of everything as he thought. He and Sam had just pulled into the bunker after a two week long hunting binge and saw Jody’s car in their driveway.

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No Good (Notorious) part 2

Part 1 - Part 2

Rated - angst, gang au ~ some not so very nice words included

Artist - DΞΔN

Word Count - 1676

Summary - after that night, dean disappears and he suddenly comes back. that kinda messes up your emotions

Okay I finally managed to put this up and get it done! Thanksyu all for your support and encouragement you send me to continue this story (@baekslutt, @alovelie, @noir-locke, @pandacorn19985, @muneo-ah, @l-jimin-son and all the other lovely anons

For this part, I decided to put together two other jealous Dean scenario requests that we had gotten

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4

Prompt #4: Playing truth or dare with your friends at a Christmas party and you end up confessing your love for Draco Malfoy.

For: Anon

A/N: The anon wanted a Draco x Gyffindor!reader imagine, so I’ll do the best I can. ALSO I know I didn’t post anything last night but I have a good reason, so I’m sorry!

You throw your hair over your shoulder and laugh as you, Hermione, and Ginny make your way out of the Gryffindor common room, on your way to meet Luna. It was Christmas, and quite few people stayed at Hogwarts year. George and Fred had decided to throw one of their infamous parties, and all they remaining Hogwarts students were going.

You were in a black crop top with a red skirt, and a bit of simple jewelry and makeup. Once you found Luna, the four of you made your way to the seventh floor, thinking about a party room. Within a matter of seconds the door to the Room of Requirements appeared.

“Welcome ladies,” Fred and George singsonged together as you walked in.

“Hey boys,” You looked around and saw all the beautiful decorations, “This looks amazing!”


After a few dances, and more than enough shots of firewhiskey, you all gather in a circle to play a few rounds of truth or dare.

“Harry, truth or dare?” Lee Jordan calls out after his turn.

“Dare,” Harry says confidently.

“Give Ginny a kiss,” Harry’s confidence instantly faltered, and you playfully elbowed a blushing Ginny. After a bit of pressuring, Harry gives Ginny a peck on the cheek, blushing furiously.

The game goes on and Fred picks on Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin boy you’ve been crushing on for years. Draco may have been an asshole at times, but you knew better, after being paired up for him for a few projects you knew he could actually be kind, helpful, funny, and absolutely brilliant. Draco responds with “Truth.”

“Oh come on, Malfoy, I thought you were braver than that,” Draco scoffs, and rolls his eyes at Fred, “Alright, who do you think the prettiest girl in this room is?”

You notice Pansy step a little closer to Draco, fixing her hair a bit. Draco shrugs, “Y/L/N.”

You choke on your firewhiskey, he must be too drunk, though the look on Pansy’s face is priceless. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle chuckle at Draco’s bluntness and your reaction. Eventually, after a few more rounds of embarrassment, it’s your turn. George is the one picking you and you don’t trust him to give you a dare, so you choose truth.

“Alrighty Y/N, who do you like?” You blush.

“A lot of people, Georgie, I like you and Fred, and Hermione, Ginny, Luna-”

George cuts you off, “Y/N, you know what I mean, who are you crushing on? And don’t say no one, because we know there’s someone.”

You feel your face burn up, you look down and mutter, “Draco.”

“Who? We can’t hear you, did you say Derek?” A tall, lanky Ravenclaw boy, whom you’ve never spoken to looks up, confused. You assume that his name is Derek.

“No, I like Dr-” You pause, finishing you glass of firewhiskey, filling you with a new found sense of courage, “Draco. Draco Malfoy.”

This time, it’s Draco’s turn to sputter on his drink.  The shock is apparent on everyone’s face, George looks like he regrets asking the question in the first place, while Fred looks amused.

At the end of the night once everyone leaves, Draco asks you to stay back, “I don’t want to talk about it, no need to be an asshole.”

“Well, I did say that I think you’re pretty if that means anything?” You blush furiously, “You blush a lot you know?”

“You were blushing pretty hard too when I admitted that I liked you,” You smirk.

“Well,” He pauses, “I can make you blush harder.”

You raise your eyebrows, and he suddenly pulls you in for a kiss. After about a minute, he pulls away, “I was right, you’re definitely blushing harder.”

“Shut up,” you whisper, before leaning in for another kiss.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

If they had a baby...part 2

Wow guys I can’t believe how many of you liked my head canons! I went to bed last night it only had 15 notes woke up this morning to over 700 more! I don’t usually post things like this because I get nervous but all of you have been so nice in your comments! I have a few more, I’ve been thinking about Katsuo’s character for a few days now actually. Thank you for all the nice feedback as well! 

  • Katsuo is born just about three years after the anime meaning Victor is 30 and Yuuri is 27.
  • A lovely anon messaged me the idea that Mari donated her eggs for the pregnancy, meaning Katsuo has Katsuki DNA in him.
  • When they bring Katsuo home and introduce him to Makkachin, the poodle becomes a doggy body guard and sleeps besides the crib at night.
  • Victor decides he gets to be called papa and Yuuri will be called dada.
  • When JJ finally gets around to congratulating the couple on their new baby he sends a onesie with his face on it. 
  • Yuuri and Victor throw it out right away.
  • The first time Katsuo becomes sick both Yuuri and Victor are in tears because they can’t stand the sight of their baby in pain.
  • When Katsuo is given his first shot they both tear up as well.
  • Yurio is scared of being alone with Katsuo out of fear of accidentally hurting him or not knowing what to do if he needs something.
  • The Nishigori triplets proclaim themselves older sisters to him and have fun taking pictures and videos of Katsuo.
  • Once old enough he develops the habit of pulling Victor’s hair and Yuri’s glasses off.
  • Katsuo laughs the most at the faces Chris makes at him.
  • After his skating career Chris goes into acting but realizes his little nephew won’t be able to see any of his movies because they’re rated R.
  • He decides to take on more kid friendly roles and to much of everyone’s surprise he becomes quite beloved by children audiences.
  • Katsuo’s favorite stuffed animal is a teddy bear Minami gives him shortly after he’s born.
  • As he grows up Katsuo is able to speak Japanese, Russian and English.
  • Yuuri worries about how they’d explain his and Victor’s first meeting to Katsuo once he’s old enough to ask.
  • “I fell in love with your dada the moment I laid eyes on his drunk dance moves~” or “I flew all the way to Japan and met dada in the onsen! He was really surprised to see me naked!”
  • Otabek smiles quite a bit around Katsuo and often comments how cute he is. 
  • Yakov enjoys reading Katsuo Russian fairytales when he visits.
  • The “uncles” usually fight over who the favorite will be.
  • “Yuuri I bought custom made skates for Katsu~ Aren’t they adorable! See they have his name on them too!”
  • “Victor he’s 5 months old he can barely even crawl!”
Roman Reigns - What Did I Just Witness...

Roman Reigns - Prompt #24 and #86: “Are you drunk?” and “Why are you walking around naked?”

- Warnings - Swearing, Sexual References.

Word Count - 1,666 words.

Requested by: Anon.

A/N - If you’d like to be tagged in any future fics feel free to message us :)

Originally posted by whygodwhywehadadeal

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“Woo!” You and several of your other girlfriends screamed as the last of the twelve men shut the door to your hired Las Vegas Mansion, leaving you all to get along with your huge girly night in. Most of the girls in the group had continuously bugged you about why you weren’t going on some wild night out to enjoy the nightlife of Vegas- your answer of ‘I don’t want to some big ass hangover on my wedding day’ was a simple yet effective way in shutting them up. One weekend in Vegas was all you had with the hectic schedule Roman and you were confined to therefore you had to make the most of what you had. Of course, Bachelor and Bachelorette parties on the Saturday and your Wedding Day on the Sunday. Yeah, not the smartest idea in the whole world… The day was all set to be perfect; what your dreams were made of, the picture you imagined at the age of five. The single greatest day of your life. A loud shrill of one of your bestfriends however broke you out of your small daydream.

“It’s time to partayyy” Nikki screamed whilst popping the first of what seemed to be endless bottles of champagne. You solely giggled at her as she began to haphazardly pour glasses for everyone, all except the very pregnant Brie who remained rolling her eyes at her clearly overly-eager twin.

“It’s hardly even a party,” you chimed in. “More like a bunch of girls wearing face masks, getting absolutely pissed out of their minds whilst watching some random ass shows on the television.” Your small remark caused a flurry of cackles to erupt from the women scattered around the lavish living area.

“Hey, it’s a celebration and a celebration means a party you bitch.” Renee practically screeched in your ear as she began hugging you, ultimately causing both of your bodies to topple over and land lying tightly against each other. Yeah… basically spooning… You shook your head and plainly laughed at the already slightly tipsy blonde as all the other girls nodded and hummed in agreement of Renee’s previous statement.

~ Later On ~

Somehow still after two whole hours, you were sprawled on the sofa in the ever-so-slightly peculiar position with your friend. Face masks were done, alcohol had been consumed by almost everyone- maybe a little too much and at this point it was clear to see everyone was just waiting for their ‘men’ to return from whatever adventures they decided to embark on. God only knows what time they’d be back though. “Alright let’s talk about some girly things,” Naomi muttered, breaking the silence that had formed in the room. An instant sense of fear rushed over you- I mean who wouldn’t be a little scared, they were bound to come up with the most awkward or ridiculous questions going.

“I’ll start!” Nattie pretty much begged, leaving you with basically no choice but to nod in agreement. “So Y/N… How are you feeling, like you’re getting married tomorrow!?” It all seemed so crazy. Yours and Roman’s relationship never truly was a secret, news spread 3 years ago exactly a week after you’d been on your first official date. Everything just seemed so right with him so why would you have kept it as any form of secret? He just knew you and you knew him… it was almost as if he was a part of you; to the point where if he left you wouldn’t know how to cope. It was as if commitment was an easy thing to agree to; but only with him

Questions continued to flow around a circle from the 3 seated on the other sofa to the others who were left on the floor. “Alright, so Y/N, have you talked about kids with Roman?” Lana questioned, shifting her body on the immaculate flooring to be rested on her elbows. 

“Erm, I mean yeah we’ve discussed it and we both do want kids but like I just don’t want to really stop work you know.” That was a tricky situation in itself to even remotely talk about. Yeah, you wanted kids and yeah it’d be incredible with Roman but just the simple thought of potentially stopping your dream career was heartbreaking. Of course, it’d happen eventually, just not anytime soon.

The spiral of questions soon reached the final person, Renee. “Well the real question is… how’s he in bed?” You instantly felt your cheeks flush a bright crimson and a smirk etched its way onto your face. “Awh well that just means he’s great then.” Renee responded to your visible answer through the form of complete embarrassment.

A mass of ‘awhs’ arose during the crowd before a sharp click virtually silenced them. Your body immediately shot up as seeing your soon-to-be husband enter through the door, a small velvet box cupped in his hands. “Hey babygirl.” He mumbled bringing you into a tight embrace as you rushed towards him. “I have something for you. I’ve been told every bride should have something old, new, borrowed and blue and since you already have the new dress, the old hair-piece and Nikki’s white Louboutins, I decided to get you this. He gently opened the tiny box, revealing a perfect pair of blue diamond earrings which instantly left you gushing in pure astonishment. 

“Oh my god Roman. I seriously can’t believe you, these must have cost a fortune!” You babbled on, tugging your long hair into a loosely knotted bun.

“Don’t worry about that babygirl. Tomorrow’s our day.” Romans voice always soothed you, whether it’d be before you fell asleep or after a stressful day at work. He always seemed to have that trick up his sleeve; that way of making everything feel as though it was going to be okay- well, more than that… perfect. His fingers intertwined with the fallen strands of hair framing your face before he delicately placed his soft lips against yours. It wasn’t long before the rest of the guys entered the house, greeting their other halves. “Okay Y/N I’m going to head to bed before I literally pass out.”

“Alright we are going in like 5 minutes but I’m gonna stay the night in Renee’s room since I figured we shouldn’t see each other tomorrow, you know superstition and all that…so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow handsome. Night babe.” You explained releasing your arms from his extremely attractive, toned biceps to watch him walk away. All the guys seemed to have the same idea, heading towards the barrage of different bedrooms in the distant corridor. “Erm Dean your bedroom should be the second on the left. Everyone else knows where they are.”

You slumped back onto the sofa to continue your conversations with the girls for a little longer. The conversations were solely supposed to last five minutes; those 5 minutes soon turned into 10. “He’s just really sweet and gentle you know.” You answered to Maryse’s prior question, not realizing the immediate switch in Tamina’s facial expressions. 

“My god, my eyes hurt. I’m not supposed to be seeing this.” She blurted out, shielding her eyes with the palms of her hands. What the hell was going on!?

“Gurl… you’re so getting it good.” Naomi’s words directed towards you. Utter confusion was the only thing on your mind right now. Your back was faced away from whatever had caused this mixture of reactions wherein all the rest of the group were gasping in shock as well. 

You sat up in a fast pace, head already pounding to turn to witness that… it. “Roman what the actual fuck!? Why are you walking around naked?” There he was stood… your future husband. No towel, no boxers, nothing… just bare. “Are you drunk? There has to be some reason at least for this.”

“No! I swear I am not drunk, it’s just he was there and we were spooning and-” His words were cut off not only due to the eruptions of laughter filling the atmosphere but the urgent ‘what!?’ that rolled off your tongue. 

Soon after the faint sound of footsteps could be distinguished, getting louder every second until another lean build came into view. “Ah shit.” Dean’s raspy voice muttered as he then realized everyone staring his direction. “Well, this is awkward.”

“Renee… can you please explain to me why both of our men are standing in front of everyone butt naked? Cos’ I can’t.” You questioned turning to your friend, your tone becoming more and more sarcastic by the minute as you desperately tried to seek an answer to this.

“Look Y/N, I was just lying there minding my own business, doing my sleeping and then I feel someone get into bed so obviously I’m like oh that’s you. So then I start spooning this person, naked might I add and then realised. Why the hell are you so bloody hairy… So I ran out thinking you guys would stick to your word and be gone but here I am. Naked.” It was hard to even take this partially seriously, like come on; Roman and Dean. You tried to keep it cool but it was just way too difficult at this point and you couldn’t contain the fit of laughter forming inside of you. It was even hard to find breath in between the on-going giggles leaving your mouth- it was borderline impossible! 

It seemed like that with the other girls as well, it was just surprising how none of the other guys woke up. I guess they were pretty drunk then… That’s surely the only reason they weren’t able to hear the roars of eleven high-pitched giggles. Well, what would have been twelve, however it didn’t seem as though Tamina was enjoying this whole situation… at all. “Okay you know what, all of you guys can’t stop fucking laughing so Roman can you go and put some clothes on before my eyes literally burn.”


A/N - Okay it’s finally done after having to restart the whole thing -.- Anyways who doesn’t love a little bit of Roman so I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I do! xo ~ Nikkii.

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This Town || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: okay i’m so happy that you’re taking requests again and i was wondering if you could do a peter x reader based on the song ‘this town’ by niall horan??.]]

Omg anon I absolutely adore this song???

I hope this meets your expectations ahhhhh ♡

also! I want to dedicate this to @toms-spidey because they were just so kind to me last night! I found myself smiling so much, and I just ugh, thank you for making my night ♡ you’re the best, Charissa!

please Picture Tom Holland’s spiderman/Peter Parker for this story!!

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: a dash of angst with some fluff in the end ♡

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

Don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!

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{everything comes back to you.}

Peter Parker was truly a pathetic man. Even at 23, he still felt as though he hadn’t learn a damn thing.

All his life, he had only loved one girl, and the same girl was quickly slipping through his fingers.

Peter had met [Full Name] on the day he moved in with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben in their two bedroom apartment. He was quiet when he first moved in with them and felt terribly homesick. His parents had just passed away, and he always felt like he didn’t belong, like he didn’t have a place to call home.

Not used to being in such an unfamiliar home, Peter wakes up in the middle of the night. He throws back the covers and tiptoes out of his aunt and uncle’s apartment with fresh tears in his eyes. Only when Peter was outside of his apartment did he slide down the front door, allowing his tears to fall freely as choked sobs escaped from his chapped lips.

Too caught up in his own misery, Peter didn’t notice the door settled across from him open, nor did he see the young girl who wiped the sleep away from her eyes as she stepped closer to him. The girl notices his trembling form first when she kneeled down next to him. She doesn’t ask any questions, just simply wrapped her arms around his back.

Peter felt a pressure behind him and immediately stiffened, looking up to see a girl around his age gazing at him with comforting (color) eyes. Seeing the cute girl, Peter felt his face redden with embarrassment, knowing that his face was a mess of snot and salty tears. In a vain attempt to clean himself, Peter wipes his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, “I-I uhm, I just-”

“Ssssh, it’s okay. I know that you’re sad. What’s wrong?” The kindness in her voice seemed to ease his tears a bit, the gentle stream stopping to that of momentary droplets when Peter sniffs and admitted to her, “I miss my mom and dad. They died in an accident, and now I don’t have anyone.”

The girl was quiet for a few seconds, not saying a word. Suddenly, Peter felt her arms wrap around his form, bringing him closer to her when she tells him with a happy smile, “That’s not true! You have me from now on! I’m [Name], what’s your name?”

As if all of his sadness melted away from just being near her and seeing her smile, Peter felt his tears stop altogether before he flashed her his own tiny smile, “I-I’m Peter.”

And they had been inseparable since.

{and i want to tell you everything, the words i never got to say the first time around}

When Peter realized his true feelings for [Name] at the ripe age of 15, what prevented him from confessing to her was his own cowardice.

[Name] was just so beautiful and kind. She was raised by loving parents who taught her to be forgiving and fair, and Peter was honestly so grateful to them for the fact that this amazing girl existed. Without [Name] in his life, Peter was sure that he would turn into some cynic who hated life in general.

He would always be grateful for the unconditional love [Name] had given him, and he had every intention of telling her his feelings-

until the bite happened.

When the radioactive spider had bitten him during a class field trip, he tried to act like he was okay. That nothing would change.

But as the days past, and his body would suddenly feel feverish, he could feel something changing from within him. When he woke up the next morning to see that his body had become less scrawny and a bit more filled with some muscle, his aunt and uncle had been pleasantly surprised. Despite their initial shock, they passed it off as Peter going through puberty and thought nothing of it.

And how oh so wrong they were in the end.

Peter wouldn’t realize his power until a few days later, and it wouldn’t be until a tragedy struck that would change him into the superhero he was today.

Realizing that he could sense things before it happened, coupled along with how weirdly strong he became (along with his abilities to climb walls), Peter began to abuse his powers. He strayed far away from [Name] and his aunt and uncle, not answering any of their concerned calls or texts as he explored the city without a single hint of fear.

Wearing a makeshift mask, Peter would wander around Queens, and whenever he saw one of his bullies, he would pick a fight with them. Knowing that they couldn’t stand a chance against him, he would beat them within seconds, having them cry out as they begged for him to stop.

The rush he felt back then had been indescribable as he thought to himself, So this is what it feels like to be on top.

One late night, when he was bored with picking fights, he felt someone run into him. He looks to his front to see a shady man wearing a torn hoodie carrying a loaded bag in his hand.

“OI GET BACK HERE! THAT’S ALL OF MY CASH! Someone, ANYONE, stop him!”

With a scoff, Peter ignored the man’s cries, believing that such crimes were none of his business; that the police could handle it. He was a selfish bastard that truly didn’t have a care in the world for thinking that way.

His Uncle Ben was the first to notice the change in him, and Peter remembers the day he had lost him like it was yesterday.

He walked with Peter around Queens, telling Peter that he had somehow changed for the worst. His behavior was out of character, and he had been making his aunt and best friend worry about him.

“[Name] has come by so many times, only to feel disappointed when you’re not around. She’s been so sad lately, Peter, and she misses her best friend.”

Peter ignored the way his heart clenched at the sound of her name. When his uncle placed an arm on his shoulder, he quickly shrugged it off, “Why can’t you understand that I have changed for the better! I can finally defend myself and-”

Suddenly, gunshots were heard when his uncle quickly pulls him to the ground, “Stay down, Peter!”

“Uncle Ben, wait-” but the older man ignores him, seeing the gunman running toward him when he stops him. The criminal struggles against his uncle for a few minutes before quickly firing his gun, making the bullet lodge directly into his abdomen.

“UNCLE BEN!” Peter stands, catching sight of the guy who ran away as he recognized him as being the same man he didn’t stop that day.

I’m such a fool!

His panicked cries echo throughout the city as he screamed for help. He tried to stop the blood from blooming against Uncle Ben’s abdomen, but there was just so much of it.

A few minutes later, his uncle died while his hands were stained with his blood. Peter would never forget the deep crimson hue that painted his pale skin, serving as a constant reminder that he did this to him.

He had been the cause of his uncle’s death.

Broken and riddled with guilt, Peter didn’t go to school for days, making Aunt May even more worried about him. She told him on so many occasions that Ben’s death was not his fault, but he never believed her. Peter knew the truth; he knew what he did that day, and he had let that criminal run free.

If I had stopped him that day, then Uncle Ben would still be here today!

Consumed with his thoughts and guilty conscience, Peter felt so depressed that he couldn’t even move.

As if knowing that he was suffering, May leaves him alone for a few minutes, not saying a word when a knock was heard against the front door.

He was grateful for the distraction, needing to be left alone when someone knocked at his bedroom door.

“Peter?” He stiffens, hearing her voice as he buried himself deeper into the blankets.

He couldn’t speak, only managing to let out uneven sobs when he felt [Name] lean over him in his bed. She runs a gentle hand through his hair before placing a kiss against his damp forehead, “You have me, you’ll always have me.”

Her words were the catalyst that made Peter suddenly pull her to him, wrapping his shaky arms around her form as he buried his face within the crook of her neck. He cries against her, allowing [Name] to soothe him with her gentle touch.

I love you, but I’m a monster that doesn’t deserve you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, don’t leave me. I need you.

{i saw that you moved on with someone new in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you it’s so hard so hard}

Peter always knew that [Name] was the only girl he would ever love, yet what prevented him from telling her was how he was living a double life.

Using his uncle’s death as his motivation, Peter quickly became a masked hero known as Spider-Man. His alter ego had attracted the attention of many people as he quickly became the protector of Queens.

Through his battles, Peter knew that he made a number of enemies and would never bring himself to involve [Name]. His distance and (feigned) lack of romantic interest in her was what prompted the young woman to find love with someone new.

Although it broke Peter’s heart each time, he tried to convince himself that as long as she was happy, that it was okay.

That he was doing the right thing for her sake.

Yet, every time he saw her, she would give him the most melancholic expression. It was almost an expectant look, like she was waiting for Peter to do something.

But Peter was always afraid to find out what she wanted, constantly reminding himself that [Name’s] safety was of the utmost importance.

Now, years later, Peter realized that things would never break even for him when it came to [Name]. She was engaged to this guy she had been going steady with-

And their wedding was today.

Peter was invited, but he knew that he could never go because it hurt too much. Just seeing the girl of his dreams in the arms of some other man was enough to make his blood boil with an aching jealousy. He knew that if he was at the ceremony, then he would immediately object to the marriage before whisking [Name] away in his arms.

But he couldn’t take her away, regardless of how much he wanted to.

So he drowns his sorrows by swinging around the city, looking for any signs of trouble when he lands against an empty rooftop. His thoughts were interrupted when he sees a white figure in his periphery. Gazing down at the street, he feels his senses begin to tingle when a woman in a pure white dress runs out into the road.

Not even thinking twice, Peter swings downward and captures the woman in his arms, swinging away from the incoming traffic with the woman’s dress fluttering behind her. He doesn’t look at the woman until he lands against another rooftop, “Miss, are you-”

His words die against his throat, seeing [Name] herself in his arms as tears ran down her face. Her makeup was running, and she wouldn’t stop crying when she clung on to the front of his suit, “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Peter feels his heart galloping from within his chest and quickly comforts her, “Ssssh, it’s gonna be okay. What’s wrong, honey? Why aren’t you at your wedding?”

She shakes her head, “Th-There is no wedding. My e-ex, I found him cheating on me before the ceremony, and I feel so awful. B-But maybe this is what I d-deserve.”

Peter’s heart was practically breaking now, “Baby, you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve any of this, so what makes you say that?”

“B-Because all my life, I’ve only ever l-loved Peter!” He stiffens at her confession, feeling her tears soak into his suit when she cried against him, “S-Spider-Man, you have to understand. All of the guys that I have dated always knew that I didn’t completely love them! E-even my fiancé did, that’s why th-there’s no wedding.”

{you still make me nervous when you walk into the room them butterflies they come alive when i’m next to you over and over the only truth}

“Oh [Name], I’m so fucking sorry!”

He catches her questioning glance, already knowing that she was confused as to how he knew her name.

Without a hint of hesitation, Peter rips off his mask, fully revealing himself to [Name]. She gasps as a myriad of emotions ran though her eyes, but one thing rang strong within her expression-

And that was love.

“P-Peter-” he stops her from speaking with a hungry kiss, conveying all of the love he felt for her before crushing her to his chest. “I’ve loved you for forever now, since the time I had lost my parents and you had promised me that I always had you; since the day I lost my uncle and you were still with me as I made a silent promise to myself to become a hero that you could be proud of.”

[Name’s] sobs didn’t lessen, even when she smiled and jokingly punched him in his chest, “Y-You jerk! How could you keep such a secret from me?”

He flashes her an apologetic smile before hugging her again, “I’m sorry. All I wanted to do was protect you.”

“Jerk, I’ll never forgive you!“ [Name] looks away from him, sniffing a bit before slowly continuing, "But…I-If you want to make it up to me, then you have to listen carefully to what I say next.”

Peter lifts up her chin so that she was looking at him. Even with her makeup running as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, Peter swore that she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him, “Anything, I’ll do anything. I would take a bullet for you, walk through glass and open fire for you. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll do it.”

She shakes her head and leans toward him before whispering against his lips, “You silly dork, all you have to do is spend the rest of your life with me to make up for all of the years that we haven’t been together.”

“It’s a deal.” Peter mutters passionately before sealing his promise with a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around her back, finally gathering his courage as he swore to always keep her by his side.

This time, Peter was going to love [Name] like he had been wanting to ever since he was a child.

{everything comes back to you. everything comes back to you.}

[end]

anonymous asked:

i am a fan of the "chocobros rescuing s/o" scenario and lots of angst. ;) could you please write short scenarios for the bros saving their severely injured gf during a battle and maybe the aftercare they'd give? thank you!

Hello Anon! Thank you for sending such an angsty request! This was originally supposed to be posted last night (according to Aussie Eastern Standard time) and it is now Saturday night xD I got a little carried away with the angst part! I didn’t quite go too much into detail in regards to aftercare, but I tried to add in fluff and cuddles so that ya’ll don’t hurt too badly! I think Ignis’ is the only one that explicitly mentions aftercare LOL! Hope I did your request justice though, lovely!

**NOTE: Can you tell? Ignis is my fave… LOL- I feel slightly guilty about how long his scenario turned out, but I also don’t want to cut anything out xD**


Noctis: It’s strange how life works. One minute, you’re implicated in a routine battle with a nest of hundlegs, and then the next your whole world turns is knocked off kilter. A heavy weight is pressed up against your back and a low growl hits the ear that’s not currently pressed into the long, green grass beneath your pinned body. You try to squirm away from the creature- you’re pretty sure it’s a full-grown coeurl- but your upper back is burning where the coeurl’s claws have punctured long, deep gashes into your skin.

You let out a weak cry for help, and try to reach out towards Noctis- but he’s too far away and too focused on warp-striking the creepy crawlies around him. He has no idea you’re in trouble. You begin to lose focus as the heavy weight on your back, and your quick blood loss, render it hard for you to breathe. The last thing you remember hearing before your whole world turned blank was Prompto’s panicked scream, followed by the tell-tale blue light that usually followed Noct’s warp-strikes.

When you come to, you find that your right hand is encased in a strong, sweaty grip. Whoever was holding your hand, they’d been holding on for quite some time. You try to flex your fingers in the person’s grasp, and whoever had been holding your hand immediately lets go. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head to your right, your tired eyes meeting with your boyfriend’s midnight blue orbs. The skin around his eyes are tinged pink, like he’d been rubbing tears from his eyes continuously.

You attempt to sit up, only to let out a pained cry when the movement stretches the wounds on your back. Noctis’ face falls and you swear you hear him whimper. His shoulders are hunched and his eyes are now averted from your pained stare. You frown at his behaviour.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I was careless…” you begin, only to have Noctis shake his head almost violently. You stop speaking and regard him, a concerned expression fixed onto your face. After a few moments of stillness, Noctis turns his face back to you and stares deeply into your eyes- resolve evident on his handsome, yet youthful features.

“I promised I would take care of you, and you almost bled to death. If Prompto hadn’t noticed, you could have died… I failed.”

You shake your head. “No, Noct…”

“Don’t try to make it better- I screwed up.” Noctis states firmly before hesitantly leaning forward and planting a soft peck on your cheek. Bewildered, you keep your eyes wide open and watch Noctis’ movements carefully. He reaches for your hand again and squeezes it firmly in his grasp. His palms are still sweaty- he must have been really shaken by your attack and resultant injuries. “I’ll do better… so that there won’t be a next time.”

All you can do is nod, because you don’t know what to say to make it better. You know it’s not his fault- that it’s not his responsibility to look after you. As a matter of fact, you were part of his Crownsguard- his tactical intelligence advisor. You were supposed to be protecting and guiding him…

It was your turn to look away, as the consequences of your incompetence in battle- and your rather unsavoury relationship with your prince- hit you hard. It was you who failed today- not Noctis.


Prompto: You’re not sure what’s going on. There’s a flurry of movement above you, next to you… all around you! You’re getting dizzy and you feel some wet stuff pouring out of your shoulder from what you think is a small bullet hole. You try your best to keep your eyes open, but you’re losing blood quick and no one can hear your small voice calling out for help. A few minutes later, after fighting the urge to shut your eyes for what seemed like the longest time, you succumbed to the heavy downward tugs of your eyelids.

The next time you pry your eyes open, you’re surprised you’re actually alive. You had lost a LOT of blood and everyone was too confused to have come to your aid on time. Your eyes shoot straight to your injured shoulder, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the thick gauze dressing surrounding the bullet wound. Disbelief slowly turned into annoyance, and then annoyance very quickly turned into red hot anger. Your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum, sharpshooter extraordinaire… had shot you. He freaking shot you! You almost died! You swing your legs over the side of your cot, fighting the dizzy spell that tried to pull you back down onto your sick bed, only to be met with the concerned face of your boyfriend.

“No, y/n, you need to lie down.” Prompto’s voice sounded kind of strange- like he’d been screaming or crying for a prolonged period of time. His voice was raspy and pitchy, and nothing like the cheery tone you were used to. You tried to cross your arms in front of you, but the position pulled at your wound uncomfortably, so you settled for placing your uninjured hand on Prompto’s chest to shove him out of the way. You were still mad that he’d shot you.

“Where was that concern when you pierced a bullet through my shoulder?” You grit out, your notoriously fiery temper showing itself. Prompto’s bottom lip immediately trembled as he shook his head, denying your words.

“That’s not how it happened. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry- I know I messed up. I almost killed you… I don’t even know what… I can’t even…” Prompto hiccupped between words, each of his heaving breaths causing your heart to clamp painfully in your chest. You did this. You hurt your sunshine.  

“It was an accident and I’m sorry for getting mad at you for something that wasn’t even your fault. I’m such an ass hole- look at you taking such good care of me, my baby chocobo,” you cooed, fighting hard against your own guilty tears as you leaned against the warm body of your boyfriend.

Without letting go of the supplies he brought for you, he brought his warm and gentle arms around you, sobbing his guilt out quietly onto your shoulder. You rubbed the nape of Prompto’s neck and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in turn.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I can call you mine. I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault, I promise.” Despite your desperate words of reassurance, Prompto’s sobs hadn’t subsided for another few minutes. You shut your eyes tight and tried to control your own breathing- you could be terribly cruel at the worst of times…


Gladiolus: You’re fighting side-by-side with Gladio, stabbing at the Ronin whenever you found an opening with your lance. Gladio’s hacking and slashing at the tall daemon, a satisfied smirk on his face as he notices that the daemon doesn’t have too much life left in it. Noctis, Prompto and Ignis are all pre-occupied with a Lich that has just joined the fray in an ambush. They’re a good ways away from you and Gladio, so you focus all your attention on the Ronin’s seemingly sluggish movements, and your boyfriends beautiful yet rough battle form.

Suddenly, while you’re checking to see if Gladio needs a potion or remedy, you feel an unbearable burning sensation rip right through your abdomen. You gasp in immense pain as you’re lifted off your feet, impaled by the Ronin’s long katana. Just before it is able to throw you off its blade in a cruel display of battle prowess, Gladio slices clean through the daemon’s middle with an enraged roar.

You feel the blade inside you dissipate, and a chill races up your spine at the unnaturally cool sensation that emanates from the stab site. You hardly feel yourself fall with a thud onto the cold dirt below. You barely register your boyfriend’s shaky voice speaking in low, gravelly tones right into your ear. You don’t know what he’s saying- all you know is pain.

You shut your eyes, and the pain takes over completely.

When you awake, you’re wrapped up comfortably in blankets. You don’t dare try to sit up, because you remember what happened with the Ronin and you can feel the sharp throbs of pain shooting fire throughout your body from where you’d been stabbed.

“Babe?” Gladio’s voice suddenly calls out from beside you. You turn your head, finally noticing his presence, and you can’t help but break into an amused smile at the look of sheer relief on his rugged face.

“You look like you’ve been to hell and back, sweetie…”

Gladio runs a hand through his hair and nods in agreement. “It sure felt that way. I almost lost you back there.” Gladio’s usually strong voice grows shaky with every word he utters. Your heart breaks a little at the sight and sounds of his apparent worry for you. “Iggy was almost sure you’d be dead before we got to civilisation.” Your eyes widen at Gladio’s words and he barks out a weak laugh. “Yeah, you were THAT bad, babe.”

You’re both silent for a few moments before you register Gladio’s uneven breathing. You place your hand on his knee, and look up at his face, only to see silent tears streaming down his scarred cheeks.

“Gladdy… I’m still here. You saved me, I’m safe now.” You say, trying to calm your boyfriend down. Your heart is breaking, and the pain you experience from seeing your boyfriend in such a state dampens the physical pain that had been plaguing you since you woke.

Gladio suddenly leans in and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hand barely resting atop your bandaged abdomen as he silently cries out of relief, shock, pain and guilt. You let a few of your own tears slip from your watery eyes- you’ve never seen Gladio cry, and you are touched by how much he actually cherishes you.

“And I’ll make sure you’re always safe. This will never happen again.”

You press a soft kiss to Gladio’s temple and sigh, reaching up to bury your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you, my hero.”


Ignis: You’re an academic- not a fighter. Ignis knows this very well, and continuously insists that you stay back at camp while he and the rest of the chocobros take down a nearby hunt. But you won’t have any of it, and forcibly come along- armed only with a notebook, a pen and a magic flask containing a simple healcast spell. Noctis had handed it to you quietly, a small apologetic smile on his face, after Ignis had thrown his hands up in the air in clear frustration and walked away to get ready to take down the bounty.

You and Ignis don’t usually argue, but this situation is slightly different. Your life is potentially on the line, and Ignis absolutely loathes not being in control of any given situation that he may have the power to control. Daemons are unpredictable, and while he didn’t have to worry about his other travel companions not being able to hold their own in the midst of a raging battle, you are inexperienced and quite quick to lose your cool. You are his exact opposite in most aspects, and he fell in love with all your quirks. But your stubbornness… that is always a challenge.

When you and the boys finally arrive at the hunt site, Noctis warps straight into battle, followed by Prompto’s quick volley of bullets at long-range. Gladio leaps into the fray with a loud war cry and quite literally smashes one of the baby garulas out with a single swipe of his blade. Your eyes land on Ignis and his previous frustration at you is obviously being channelled into his powerful jump-strikes- his lance stabbing viciously into the screaming Garulessa he is targeting. You observe the battle, the magic flask tight in your grasp, with awe. The boys fought with artistic precision, twisting and turning amongst each other and working collaboratively to take the pack of Garulas and Garulessas down.

You’re so enthralled with the beauty of the fight, you don’t notice the enraged Garulessa charging at you from your left. By the time you realise you’re about to be trampled to death, your body freezes and then… excruciating pain fills your senses. You feel your ribs crack under the immense weight of the Garulessa’s hefty hoof as it runs over you and towards the boys in a rage. You’re on the ground, unable to even breathe without your agonistic pain increasing two-fold. You crush the flask in your grasp, desperate for relief. Electricity surrounds the atmosphere around you and you slowly find that it’s a little easier to breathe.

“Y/n! Shit- Iggy! She’s down!” You hear Gladio’s voice cry out in a panic. You loll you head to the side, still on the ground, and you notice Prompto, Gladio and Noctis fighting their hardest against the last Garulessa in the fray- the one that had trampled you over. You shut your eyes, just as the familiar accented lilt of your boyfriend’s voice enters your ears.

“No… this is not happening. This is not what is happening right now…” This is the last thing you hear Ignis say as he gathers your head into his lap. The slight jostling shoots pain into every region of your body and you succumb to the darkness.

You don’t know it, but Ignis has not left your side since you fell unconscious. He does not let anyone near you after the doctor has dressed and bandaged the most severe of the injuries you sustained. Due to the shock and trauma your body experiences from the Garulessa ambush, you do not awaken for three days.

When you do eventually open your eyes up, Ignis is by your side, glasses off and looking strangely unkempt. He heaves a sigh of relief when you slowly turn your face towards him, and leans forward to brush his lips across your brow. He leans back, and his moss green eyes are filled with affection.

“There you are- I’ve been worried. You caused quite the stir, young lady.” You groan weakly and shut your eyes momentarily before re-opening them. Your mind is filled with flashbacks from the argument you and Ignis had before the whole ‘trampling’ incident. Your eyes fill up with tears, and Ignis immediately knows what’s on your mind.

He presses a long finger to your lips and shakes his head, his brows furrowed in compassion as he carefully gathers you into his arms. He rocks you gently as you sob, the entirety of the situation crashing down on you.

“Hush, sweetheart. We all make mistakes- I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do if I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry Iggy,” you whisper through your sobs. The small movements hurt your ribs, and Ignis notices you tense. As if by magic, he brings out a Hi-Elixir and holds the medicine to your lips with a small, sad smile.

“I forgive you. Here, drink.” You smile back, and let Ignis take care of you.

Requested by anon:  “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”

Taking a steadying breath, Dean steps outside, into his darkened backyard.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he shouts, his grip on the baseball bat tightening.

His German Shepard Zepe barks at him in a way of greeting, waggling her tail happily as the stranger keeps stroking her ears. A guard dog my ass Dean thinks as he takes a few more steps forward.

The guy kneeling on the grass looks innocent, burying his face in Zepe’s soft fur, but he’s still a stranger petting Dean’s dog in the middle of the night, so he lowers the bat, but stays alerted.

“Hey, dude, seriously, what the hell?”

The stranger finally looks at him, one cheek still pressed to the dog’s back. As the light coming from the open back door illuminates his face, Dean can see he’s approximately his age. His eyes are blue and a bit glassy.

“S’ry, needed to,” he slurs, hugging Zepe tightly and the dumb dog climbs into his lap, looking at Dean like she’s asking him to join the cuddling session.

Dean sighs when the guy mutters something about dogs being great. The guy is obviously harmless, but it’s late and Dean wants to sleep.

He grabs his shoulder, startling Zepe who jumps away.

“Look, man, you should really-”

Before he finishes, the guy doubles over and barfs, hitting Dean’s shoes.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean sighs.

“‘m sorry, so sorry,” the guy keeps mumbling as Dean drags him inside. He can’t even really be mad. The guy is drunk out of his mind and in no state to go home. God knows Dean’s been there many times and he’s still grateful to all the people, strangers or friends, who kept an eye on him.

He settles the guy on his couch and wraps a blanket around him, he’s been outside in just a shirt for god knows how long and he’s shivering. He’ll be lucky if beside a killer of a hangover he won’t wake up with a cold.

Looking at the guy’s looping eyelids, Dean decides it’s safe to leave him alone for a minute. He returns with a glass of water and some Advil and gives it to the guy.

“Thank you,” he whispers and washes the pills down with the water. He tries to place the empty glass on the coffee table, but wobbles and would fall on his face if not for Dean catching him.

“Easy there,” Dean soothes him, sitting down beside him and taking the glass from his hand.

“Whoa!” the guy gasps, his eyes suddenly wide open and fixed on Dean’s face.

“What?” Dean asks with a chuckle, he can’t help himself, this is just too surreal.

“You’re pretty pretty,” the drunk bastard says, his eyes roaming over Dean’s face. Dean huffs out a laugh.

“Stow it, Casanova.”

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(Request by anon: ehi! can you write an imagine based on the song ’ Shape of you ’ by Ed Sheeran? 💞 thank you so much!)


Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Fluff?

Also, this is gonna be from Spencer’s pov:)

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~ I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do ~


His eyes opened, squinting as the morning light shone through the curtains. Rubbing his eyes, the memories of last night flashed through his mind making him smile.


~ Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body ~


The night before was a passionate blur. Tender kisses and gentle touches. The first night Spencer and (Y/N) made love.


~ And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you ~


Spencer looked over to his side where (Y/N) lay sleeping, the white sheets half covering her body. He loved every part of her.

The way her (Y/H/C) tumbled over her shoulders, the way each curve of her body swayed as she walked. He loved how every stretch mark, every scar told a story. He loved her cellulite even when she didn’t, he told her she was beautiful even when she didn’t believe it herself.

Spencer rolled over closer to (Y/N), adjusting the bedsheets so that she wasn’t cold before wrapping his arm around her waist. He let his nose get lost in her loose hair, breathing in her perfume.

~ Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body ~


He let his fingers trail up and down her arm as he lay beside her. He gently tucked loose strands of her hair off her face, stopping when he noticed a small birthmark behind her ear. Smiling to himself, he traced it with his index finger.


~ Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me ~


(Y/N) shifted in her slumber, rolling over to face Spencer. She snuggled closer to her lover’s warmth, her head resting on his bare chest.

Pulling her closer, Spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head.


“I love you.”

André Burakovsky #6

Requested by Anon:  Could you do an Andre burakovsky one? With like a bunch of cuteness kinda like the Stephen Johns one you wrote! Thank you!!! Your amazing!

*Thank youuu!! I’m not sutre if you’re the same anon who messaged me last night but here it is! Thank you for waiting and I’m not sure if this is at par with the Stephen Johns one but I hope you still enjoy it. :)*

Word count: 777

Originally posted by thornescratch

Say it. Just blurt it out. Real quick, it won’t take two seconds. You can even use your indoor voice and if he doesn’t respond, just pretend that you didn’t say anything at all.

Just say it already. You know you feel it. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been feeling it since four months ago.

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