i would make love to you in a heartbeat

anonymous asked:

If the thought of making Nothing More from kyungsoo pov ever crossed your mind, I'll be down to read it in a heartbeat. Love your works, thx for making me cry. Xoxo

That’d be interesting! I’ll definitely think about it if people would enjoy reading it! Also thank you 😊

1. The last time you made the mistake of making a home out of a pair of arms and a soft smile, you learned the hard way that anything that moves, that can blame, that can cause ache does not deserve such an elevated status in your heart. Still, you are an anomaly, a wild thing hoping for a home. A sailor wishing to leave the ocean and return.

2. I still remember a day when your father had lifted you in his arms and told you that you are loved, more than you ever know. It was two days before the plane crash that took him. It was two days before I saw death dance in your broken eyes for the first time. I don’t think it ever stopped dancing there.

3. Yesterday, someone asked you, “who do you trust most in the world?” And you felt that your lips were sewn shut. Everybody you should love and trusts’ names felt rough and raw on your tongue like they were in a foreign language that you had become too ancient to learn. So instead you whispered your own name like a secret into the abyss and hoped no one saw the sadness that had crawled it’s way along with your name out of your mouth.

4. A summer ago, you asked me what it was like to not need a place to call home. I know you asked this from a place of trauma, that your trauma has convinced you it will all be okay once you find a home. But it is lying, because what you need up find is your healing. And I told you that wanderlust had etched itself so ornately into my bones that I had no choice but to travel till it had sated itself. You looked at me with envy, even as I thought of all the people who would love to make a home of your heartbeat. You however were looking for a certain kind of love that you would call your very own. A kind of love that would never abandon you the way everyone you have ever loved has.

5. Something about you glowed bigger and better than all the stars we gazed at in the night sky. And even then, even when you had everything, you longed for a human to belong in. But everytime you laid the foundations for something good, they came crashing and tumbling down on your head. Because your trauma is a perfectionist and no one could quite become what you needed and wanted at the same time.

6. I wish I had told you then what I told you in that very last letter before I left. That child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? People are rivers, ever changing, ever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them. Still, that home you are hunting for does have a heartbeat. But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest. Just look inside your own.

—  Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes
pretty girl ✧ peter parker

summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled. 

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel. 

   There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago. 

   It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship. 

   He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you. 

    “You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.” 

     Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-” 

   “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?” 

   It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well. 

    Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly. 

    He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone. 

   Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.  

   Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible. 

   “Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book. 

  “No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?” 

   “Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal. 

   After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”  

    His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.” 

   He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way. 

   May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind. 

   He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?” 

   “So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle. 

    “Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again. 

    “Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.   

    The cycle then repeats. 

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Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

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What would make you happy?“

“The sound of heartbeat and your arms around me”

“I would give anything to make that reality right now, just hold tight one day we will close the distance.

—  Tenari Ioapo
Silent Treatment

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: you break a promise and your punishment is the silent treatment

Genre: drabble, fluff

Length: 0.9k

A/N: please leave a request!

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


Min Yoongi was good at a lot of things, to name a few; rapping, all-nighters and the silent treatment. Before you had started dating, you hadn’t realised just how good he was at ignoring people who had wronged him. Yet here you were, day four of the silent treatment and you hated every second without his voice.

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Living with three angels II (Gabriel, Lucifer x Reader)

Summary: Gabriel needs to take you, and Lucifer shows up.

Warnings: All the smut, grace!kink, no Balthie in this one, sorry.

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’s up, Gabe?” you asked curiously when you saw the strained look on his gorgeous face. He responded by grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Need you…” he groaned. You were always quick to respond to your angels’ requests, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to fly the two of you into an empty bedroom. You didn’t really have any assigned bedrooms, you all just slept where you felt like, sometimes alone, sometimes together.

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Sledgehammer

Steve Rogers x Reader Fic

A/N: Once again I have been trolling Spotify instead of focusing on what I should be, and this is what comes of it. 

Summary: A dance party of Tony’s takes a turn when a joke is played which you don’t find funny, causing you to reveal a long kept secret.

Word Count: 3482  |  Warnings: Foul language, small angst, mostly fluff

Songs : Can’t Feel My Face by The Weekend, Sledgehammer by Fifth Harmony, There’s Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes


Your heart pounded in your chest, racing in time to the music. The bass thudding, beat heavy, sultry lyrics floating through the air. Sweat glistened on your skin as you danced with Wanda and Natasha.

Tony always threw the best parties. 

Food, drinks, and music abounded. You got to dress to the nines, fabulous clothes and shoes which made your legs look divine. There was nothing like it, in your estimation.  

The only thing which would make your night better would be if the tall blond soldier standing by the bar would come dance with you, but Steve was being the stoic, brooding Captain you knew and loved.  

Not that he knew you loved him. Everyone else did, but not Steve. The man was oblivious.  

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Oops | Archie Andrews

In which reader is totally in love with Archie and is basically the last person to find out about his relationshi(t) with Miss Grundy. 

warnings: cursing, teen angst

word count: 1244

for anon who requested numbers
29) “You still awake?”
48) “Don’t touch me!”
49) “Get away from me!”
82) “I thought you were nice.”
100) “Sit still, for the love of all that is holy.”


photo creds // @cruoribus
gif creds // @dailycwriverdale

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You sat at Pop’s alone in the back booth stirring your strawberry milkshake, watching it melt slowly. You wouldn’t be able to tell people how long you’ve been sitting here, or how many times the cute frail waiter asked if you needed anything else. All you could think of was Archie.

Archie with his stupid soft hair and gorgeous face. The same Archie that was in a secret relationship with the seductress of a music teacher Miss Grundy. The same Archie that told you, his best friend, all his secrets. Or so you thought, considering you were the last person to find out what was happening with Miss Grundy. 

You had received a text from Betty asking if you would be in the same class now that Grundy was gone, and she was the one to break the news to you. She too was shocked that Archie hadn’t told you. She was the only one you had talked to in the past couple of hours while you skimmed through your thoughts. 

You heard the door open and felt a chill against your feet. You heard the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Y/N, thank God you’re okay! We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Archie spoke and slid in the booth across you. You crossed your arms and sat straight. 

I thought you were nice. I thought we were best friends.” You muttered, looking dead into his deep brown eyes. You had to quickly look away, because your heart began to race. You couldn’t let those eyes distract you from what you had to say.

“We are best friends, Y/N. Where is this coming from?” he questioned, leaning forward onto his elbows. He furrowed his brows and looked as though he was trying to read your mind.

“Why did I have to hear from Betty that you were sexing up with Miss Grundy?” you snapped and started sipping your melted milkshake. 

“Why are you so mad about this? I don’t think you need to know every detail about my life, Y/N.” he scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“We tell each other everything, Arch. What the hell, you know every damn thing about me. You even know when I had my fir-” you were cut off by Archie slamming his hand on the table. It startled you and you felt your words crushed in your throat.

“Yeah well, you tell me that on your own. I never asked! Shit, Y/N, you aren’t my parent or my girlfriend (or boyfriend, you know). Butt out of my life for once, just because your love life is shit doesn’t mean you can tell me how to run mine!” he stopped at once, looking up at you. You felt warmth on your cheeks and you ran the back of your hand over them.

“This is bullshit, Archie. I’m not going to sit here and have you yell about me caring for you. You know how much you mean to me, and yet you cut deeper and deeper. You know why my love life is shit, Arch. It’s because I love you too much to even give anyone else a second of my attention!” Without thinking you grabbed your now completely melted shake and threw it on him, tinting his face pinker than it already was. You grabbed your backpack and flung it over your shoulder as you ran for the door. 

You felt a cool, sticky hand grab yours and pull you back. You ripped your hand from his grip and wiped your eyes again.

Don’t touch me! Don’t look at me!” You shouted at him. 

“Come on Y/N/N, I’m sorry! Please.” He pleaded. 

Get away from me! And stay the hell away from me, I’m not joking.” You cried out and ran the rest of the way home. 

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“I’ve gotta get to bed babes, I have a test tomorrow,” Veronica whispered over the phone. You sighed and looked at the clock. It was 2:47 in the morning. 

“Sorry to keep you up Ronnie, love you.” You smiled weakly and hung up the FaceTime call after she blew a kiss to you. 

You turned off your bedside lamp and pulled the blankets closer around you. As you started drifting to sleep, your phone illuminated the room. You lifted it and saw a text.

From Archiekins - You still awake? 

You did the first thing that came to mind, send him a picture of your middle finger raised. You locked the phone and slammed it on your bedside table. A few minutes later you heard a scratching at the window. 

‘That son of a bit-’ Your thoughts were cut off when Archie flung himself in your room wearing just a pair of tight grey sweatpants. 

“You idiot, you’re going to get a cold.” You scolded and threw your blanket at him. It was your habit, to take care of him. He grabbed it and walked over to your bed. He plopped himself on ‘his’ side of the bed and draped the fabric over the both of you. 

“I’m sorry. I was being inconsiderate. I was rude. I don’t know why you deal with me.” He looked up at the dark ceiling. His hand found yours under the blanket and he grabbed it with trembling fingers. 

“I don’t either.” You whispered, and wrapped your fingers around his, “Why didn’t you tell me? Be honest, Arch.” 

“I knew it would break you. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you that deeply, and I went and did it anyway.” His leg started shaking, a nervous habit he’s had forever. You had no response, you just sat in the dark. You sat there for five minutes before you cracked.

Sit still, for the love of all that is holy.You moved and draped your body over his, “You know how nervous you make me when you’re nervous.” 

You looked down into his dark eyes, barely visible in the night. You felt your heartbeat quicken and you tried to calm yourself. You had already told him how you felt, you didn’t need to physically show him as well. 

His now warm hand rubbed your upper back in slow circles. It crawled up and settled on your neck, giving you goosebumps. He pulled himself up and pushed his lips against yours. Your breath stopped all together and he quickly pulled back. 

“Oops, you slipped.” He tried to joke with you. 

“Archie, don’t.” You warned and sat up straight, still straddling his body. 

“I love you. And don’t think I’m messing with you now because of what has happened. I’ve always loved you. Betty swore she thought you knew and Veronica and Kevin said they can smell the tension from a mile away. Honestly, Y/N/N, I love you. It took me almost losing you completely to finally tell you.” He told you, taking in deep breaths. 

“You’re a loser, Archie Andrews.” You smiled at him in the dark.

“I’m your loser though, Y/N Y/L/N.” He pulled your lips back to his and you pushed your hands against his bare chest.

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You grinned to yourself as you tucked the blanket tighter around Archie. He sneezed and groaned. 

“Told you you’d catch a cold, you loser.” 


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Read to Me (Peter x reader)

Hey babes! I hope your day is going well, I’m actually about to start a big test so rip me. This was requested by an anon, and I hope where ever you may be, that the fluffiness brings a smile to your face. I love you all, and thank you for sticking around here. xoxo 

Request: A fluffy Peter X Reader where the reader reads a mythology book (of your choice) to Peter on a rainy night in his room and he’s just in her lap, cuddling and kissing and then they both fall asleep together.

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST


The rain pattered on the window pane, the streaks of water glowing against the moonlight. You were sitting on Peter’s bed, your back against the headboard. He head was laying in your lap, and he was looking up at you in complete awe. 

The two of you had planned to go out to the city tonight, but because of the storm, he decided that it would be best if you both just stayed in. He took you to his room and you scanned over his book shelf, your eye catching a classic book that you loved to read.

As his head was in your lap, you played with his soft, brown locks with one hand while holding the small paperback book to your eye level. You ran your fingers through his hair and moved your hand to cup his face. 

“What?” He looked up at you with that smile that always made you week. 

“Nothing, babe.” You leaned down towards him, and he placed his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him. He pressed a warm and tender kiss against your lips, sending off fireworks in your head. Every kiss was like the first one. It always felt new, and real. You pulled away and peered into his eyes with your glistening E/C ones. You pecked a kiss on his nose before returning your attention to the book. 

“Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.” Your eyes scanned the words on the page as you read them aloud to Peter. 

“Wait, what are we reading again?” He quirked his eyebrow, earning a dramatic eye roll from you. 

“’The Odyssey’ by Homer.” You couldn’t hold back a smile as you shook your head at him. 

“Ohhh, okay. I got it.” He nodded his head and stared up at you, waiting for you to fill the room again with you soothing voice. You continued to read, but the old script was beginning to tire you. It was lulling you to sleep, as well as your boyfriend. When you put the book down, he didn’t protest. 

Peter lifted himself from your lap and you shifted yourself down, so that your head was resting against his chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, his thumb slowly drawing up and down your side. You tilted your head towards him and trailed kisses from his jawline to his lips. He smiled against your lips as you gave him a sweet, but passionate kiss. Peter loved the way your lips perfectly fitted to his, and he reveled in your taste, deepening the kiss. You could feel every fiber in your body contract at the sensation. Somehow this boy managed to make your heart explode with the smallest things. 

You pulled away, kissing him on the cheek before placing your head next to his heart. His heartbeat was steady like a drum. 

He whispered against your hair. “God, I love you, F/N L/N.” Peter gently kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes. 

“Mmm, I love you more, Peter Parker.” Your eyelids were heavy as your smirked against his chest. He didn’t argue against you on it. Usually, he would tell you that he loved you most, but you never let him win that battle. But tonight, he didn’t say anything and you realized he was completely passed out. 

You kissed his chest and curled closer to him, letting the drowsiness drag you down into sleep. 

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

- from “The Odyssey” by Homer


I hoped you liked this cute little one shot that was requested by an anon. I really loved writing this, fluff is literally my shit. I can’t wait to go home and finish up the next chapter of “There”! I hope you all have a lovely day, I’m so grateful for you all. xoxo

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Long Distance (Chapter Six)

Oh my god you guys, the fluff in this chapter is ridiculous. I mean honestly, we’ve basically lost any semblance of a plot and the three of them spend all their time texting and video-ing and it’s so fluffy oh my god.

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{Group Chat}

From Bucky– Tony honey sorry I missed our video call this morning, had to be up early to help get the team on the road

From Tony– they don’t take you with them on the road? But who keeps the boys from eating cheeseburgers and getting fat instead of working out

From Steve– sweetheart, bucky is usually the one bringing the cheeseburgers. That’s why they don’t take him on trips anymore

From Bucky– I resent that. Anyway, babe just wanted to check in, I know you have a busy day today.

From Tony– not too busy to text you guys, no worries

From Bucky– that’s great. I was going to text you all day whether you were busy or not

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From Tony– stuck in the office all day. Tried that new mocha mint drink from the coffee shop down the street and spilt it down the front of myself. Don’t have any extra clothes, so I get to sit in my office all day until everyone leaves.

From Steve– honey that’s awful! Can’t Pepper bring you a shirt?

From Bucky– I can’t stop laughing

From Tony– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– bucky you’re an ass

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From Steve– spending the day grading, no classes so I’ve got to get caught up

From Tony– that sucks, artist man. You definitely need to find something better to do with your time.

From Steve– why don’t you send me a picture Tony, maybe that will give me something better to do

From Tony– oh my professor. Should I wear my glasses and tie?

From Steve– oh honey, yes please

From Bucky– hey guys maybe take it off group chat if you’re going to start talking gross

From Tony– you don’t want a picture of me in a school uniform Bucky? My feelings are hurt.

From Bucky– does the school uniform include a plaid miniskirt? Cuz I’m on board for that

From Steve– Bucky! Omg Tony ignore him.

From Tony– I am completely scandalized right now. Scandalized and horrified. Who are these boys I’m texting? Deviants.

From Steve–…. On second thought, I don’t hate the skirt idea

From Bucky– hell yeah!

From Tony– wtf you two
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After All This Time - Pt. 1

Characters: Teacher!Jensen x Teacher!Reader (AU)

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: 3.3.k

Summary: Set in 2013, the reader stops running away from her past and heads back home to Texas after living in Nashville for seventeen years. It wasn’t what she had imagined, not without him. She realizes that ship has long since sailed, but Texas seems to have a few tricks up her sleeves that puts the reader right in the path of her High School Sweetheart that she left behind all those years ago, Jensen Ackles. Is it time for the reader to stop running and face her past?

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic THIRTEEN. The line requested was, “You can’t outrun your past” It was requested by @captainemwinchester . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I’m thinking this is going to be a series. I need to outline it. I could REALLY get into this, but if I’m going to make it a series, I want to FINISH it for once. So for now, no promises, but I know there could be two or three parts at the VERY least. You guys up for that?!

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helllloooo!!! so i hit 1.5k followers a while ago and i’ve been meaning to do something like this for a long time as u can tell by the old banner sjskfhsfkj so uhh here’s a follow forever/mutual appreciation thing. this blog has changed A Lot over the last month or so and i’ve lost a ton of followers bc of it but a lot of ppl have stayed as well, so this is kind of a thank you to everyone who came for ya lit stuff and is now stuck dealing with 1d as well - i love yall a lot. 

@thetwofacedhoes: i love you girls so so much i just wanna say thanks for everything yall do for me, its been about a year since we started talking and its frankly one of the best years of my life because of yall. i hope u know just how much i love each and every single one of u and how much i cherish ur friendship. we all have out shit going on and we’ve had our ups and downs but we’ve always come out on top and it means the world to me that i have such a genuine connection with yall. heres to many more years of farben, groceries, and clarity.

@daggersau: hey,, I love u so so much ur the stars to my moon, the loueh to my harru, i don’t know what I’d do without u tbh. You mean the world to me and I enjoy having you in my life so much, we’re always on the same page about everything and its so refreshing to have someone who just gets me like u do. I would die for you in a heartbeat thanks for always being there and listening to me talk shit at ungodly hours :’)

hologc: u guys make me really happy, i love y’all with all my heart and i love all the support i get from all of u when i write stuff, even if all u do is yell at me. you’re all champs and i love you all with my whole heart and i can’t believe believe it since all you like to do is accuse me of being a narrie :/

extrajostensquad: yall,, hey, the fandom police,,, you guys are honestly the only ones left in this hell fandom that i truly trust with my life and im so grateful for all of you?? im waiting until you all get ur jackets so we can all take photos and make one combined post with all of us and assert our dominance i love you guys so much

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Even though my time with his brother was fleeting, I still remember every heartbeat we shared. The feel of him pressed up against me as we slept, alone together, trading nightmares. His hand at my neck, flesh on flesh, making me look at him as we dropped from the sky. What he smells like. What he tastes like. ‘I love your brother, Maven. You were right. You are only a shadow, and who looks at shadows when they have flame? Who would ever choose a monster over a god?’
—  what Mare is actually thinking while a naked Maven is in a bathtub right in front of her 
a love letter to brown eyes | shawn mendes

MY MASTERLIST

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,539

author’s note: bet y’all weren’t expecting this on a monday, huh? i hope this is okay, anon! I’m sorry it’s pretty much all dialogue.


Your name: submit What is this?

There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.

And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.

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I Kinda Have A Crush On You

Pairing: Dave x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1434

Author’s Note: This is my first Dave fic and I really hope people enjoy it. It’s kinda how I feel around cute guys. Thank you to my babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeee.


Originally posted by mieczyslawr


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Dating Isaac Lahey would include:


- Lots of really cute cuddling

- Him never using the front door and always sneaking in through your window

- Wrapping his arms around you from behind

- Saying “I love you” all the time.

- Always being there for each other

- Cheesy pick up lines

- Making out in the middle of movie nights

- At first he wanted to keep the supernatural hidden from you

-Him telling you how much he loves you

- Listening to your heartbeat to calm himself down

are-you-sure-its-me-you-see  asked:

Hey, I love your blog and the things you write. Do you think you could do headcannons for the RFA + V and Serran finding MC's anti-depressants? Thanks so much in advance if you do.

Awww thank you so much for your kind words! I appreciate your patience since I really wanted to do this request justice! Thank you very much for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung were doing some spring cleaning one day when the two of you had a free day
  • Yoosung was in charge of the kitchen and while he was going through the medicine cabinet, he found some strange pills that looked like something he’s never seen before
  • His eyes widened when he read the label saying that it was prescribed to you and that they’re anti-depressants
  • Without warning while you were dusting some shelves, Yoosung tackled you with a hug that forced both of you to the floor
  • Yoosung cradled your head to his neck, his tears streaming down his rosy cheeks but he somehow managed to talk to you
  • “I’m so sorry MC but I found your anti-depressants. I know that life can be tough and it may seem like you’re all alone, but please never forget that you aren’t! I’ll always be here for you through thick and thin. I want you to know that I love you and that you can fight your depression with me at your side!”
  • The two of you sat on the floor, both of you in tears as you held each other while Yoosung told you how much he loved you and how strong you are
  • Yoosung then picked you up and took you to the bedroom where the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about everything and cuddling the night away

Zen

  • After a long day at rehearsals, Zen was more then ready to come home and spend the rest of the evening with you
  • It had been an extremely long day for him, so much so that he developed an aching headache
  • So when Zen reached your home and went to grab some medicine, an unknown bottle fell to the floor
  • When he picked it up, his heart sunk when it read that they were your anti-depressants
  • Zen rushed to your shared bedroom, with you getting ready for bed, but instead Zen sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap as he littered your face with kisses and kind words
  • “I love you so much MC. I want you to know that I accidentally found your anti-depressant pills but that will never stop me from loving you. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way until we beat your depression. But until then, know that I’m completely, utterly, and madly in love with you.”
  • Those kindhearted words were enough to set your tears flowing, feeling a great relief knowing that Zen knew the truth
  • That night you fell asleep to the sound of Zen singing as he held your hand, vowing to help you overcome your depression together

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was on the hunt to find the perfect ingredients to make the perfect cup of coffee with you waiting as her taste tester
  • She was searching through the cabinets to find that one perfect thing to add to the coffee
  • As Jaehee was looking, she noticed a medicine bottle pushed in the back corner of the cabinet
  • She grabbed it and slowly read the label, saying that it was your anti-depressants
  • Jaehee felt her stomach drop as she made her way over to you, taking hold of both of your hands as she gave you a swift kiss and plenty of caring words
  • “Please forgive me but I accidentally found your anti-depressants MC. I’ve never known anyone with depression but know that I’m going to be right here with you. We’re going to overcome this together, we’ll judo kick it away! A-anyways know that I love you and having depression won’t change that.”
  • Jaehee smiled gently as she kissed both of your hands and gave you a warm hug
  • You and Jaehee spent the rest of the night talking about your struggles while she listened intently, giving you words of encouragement and love as she held you close to her

Jumin

  • You and Jumin were having a small party for Elizabeth the Third’s birthday
  • He opened the finest bottle of wine available so the two of you quickly ran out and since you both weren’t drunk yet, Jumin went to get more
  • As he scoured through the kitchen to find more wine, he stumbled across the medicine cabinet and saw a bottle he’s never seen before
  • His eyes quickly scanned the label, saying it’s contents had anti-depressants prescribed to you
  • Jumin was at your side in an instant, sitting next to you on the couch as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and leaned you into his chest as he said sweet words to you
  • “I found your anti-depressants MC. I’m so sorry for not realizing soon about it, you make me so happy so I just assumed that you were too and that was foolish of me. I’ll do absolute anything to help you get better MC, just name it. But always remember that my love for you never falters and I want to spend every second of my life with you.”
  • Jumin kissed the top of your head as you cried into his chest, with him soothingly rubbing your arm
  • The night was spent cuddling with Jumin and Elizabeth the Third as he would kiss you all over, telling you how much he cherished and adored you

Seven

  • You came down with a cold one morning so it was up to Nurse Seven to take care of you
  • Once he had you laying in bed, Seven went to fetch some medicine from the cabinet
  • While searching, he saw a bottle of familiar looking pills and as he read the label, he saw that they were your anti-depressant pills
  • Seven felt as if the world was spinning but he burst through the bedroom door, with you looking up groggily at him and were met with a tight embrace
  • You felt Seven’s tears land on your shoulder as he held on to you tightly, telling you the words that you needed to hear
  • “MC, I found your anti-depressants. I know what it’s like, I use to take those pills too before you came into my life. You saved me from my depression so I’m going to save you from yours. I’m going to make you smile so much that you’ll completely forget about your depression! I love you to the moon and back MC, never forget that.”
  • Not caring if he caught your cold, Seven locked his lips with yours, sealing his promise with a sweet yet sad kiss that made you cry as well
  • Seven kept true to his promise, you were smiling and laughing more then you had in a long time, this boy would help you overcome your depression no matter what

V

  • V had noticed you were a bit off the past couple of days, greatly concerning him
  • You seemed to put on a fake smile and he would hear you crying when he’d come home late at night from work
  • One night when V was looking for his eye drops, he found a bottle of pills that he’s never seen before
  • Squinting so he could read the label, V’s fear became true when he saw that they were your anti-depressants
  • V calmly walked over to the bedroom to find you reading a book and slowly snuggled himself into bed with you
  • He gently kissed your forehead and rubbed his nose against yours as he told you warming words of love
  • “When I was looking for my eye drops, I found your anti-depressants MC. Please know that I’ll always remain with you because I love you. I promise to help you get through this, I’ll do absolutely anything to help you with your recovery my dear. You make me so happy and feel loved so I vow to make you always feel the way I do.”
  • Hearing V’s sincere words of loved caused you to start crying as he held you close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat to calm you down
  • You and V worked together to help battle your depression, with V constantly reminding you how much he loves you

Unknown

  • Saeran would be eternally grateful for all that you’ve done to help him with his recovery process
  • Even though it was hard for him to express it, he genuinely loved having you by his side and he’d do anything for you
  • So when the two of you were having a movie night, he went to get some ice cream and while looking for some sprinkles, he saw a bottle of pills in the back of the cabinet
  • Saeran cautiously took the bottle and covered his mouth in shock when he read that they were your anti-depressant pills
  • Without warning, Saeran picked you up and took you to the bedroom, wrapping the two of you in a blanket and whispered loving words to you
  • “Listen, I found your anti-depressants MC. They were… next to mine. I don’t want you to feel depressed, I know how much it sucks. So we’re going to work together to beat both of our depressions alright? I know I don’t say it enough but I love you MC.“
  • Saeran wrapped a protective arm around you as you cried into his chest, but feeling his warmth made you feel safe and secure
  • You and Saeran spent the rest of the night talking about what made the two of you happy, falling asleep in each other’s arms with both of you smiling