if you were from

The most exciting part is not the part where you don’t like anyone.
It is not the part where you are deelpy in love with someone.
It’s the part were you fall from the plane and open the parachute. It’s the fall. It’s all about the fall. Not knowing where you are going to land, if the parachute is going to work or not.

“You were never mine” (2017) submitted anonymously from USA - Abandoned Love series by Peyton Fulford

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BTS Reaction to you having a wet dream

It took so long, but I’m finally posting the things on my to do list!! I hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Jin:

would be surprised at the sounds coming out of your mouth, but would soon smirk before rolling over and going back to sleep, only to subtly tease you about it the next day, leaving you confused about what he was talking about

Originally posted by yoongichii

Yoongi:

He would most likely still be awake, working on his laptop. He would wake you up telling you that your moans were distracting him from his work, then put his headphones in and act like nothing had happened. On the rare occasion that he would actually be asleep, getting a good night’s rest, he would probably sleep through it.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok:

He would give a classic J-nope face at the fact that he was woken up

Originally posted by akookiepls

then when he’d woken up to realize what was going on, prepare yourself for the long night ahead

Originally posted by kths

Namjoon:

He would decide to wake you up by bringing your dream to life

Originally posted by sugaa

Jimin:

When he first woke up from the moans, he would get really shy from the fact that he was turned on.

Originally posted by itschiminie

then when he realized that you obviously wanted him (and were asleep and couldn’t see how he was affected anyway), he would try to gently wake you up by peppering kisses along your neck and slightly grinding his hips against your butt (because he is totally the big spoon)

woops this went a little farther than the others damn bias wrecker

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung:

He would start mimicking your moans until you woke up and gave him a strange look. The night would either end with fluffy sex or both of you just going back to sleep after laughing

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

Jungkook:

*jungshook*

Originally posted by tae-with-kookies

then he would snap out of it and try to start something, but chicken out after you woke up and asked what he wanted

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

The unfathomable meeting of us still shakes me. How unlikely it was. How exactly perfect in position the universe must have been. How sweet she was when she cradled us both in her palms and said “yes, them.” Because we were 100’s of miles away from each other and years apart. Because you were grown and responsible. Because you’d already found love and lost love and seen the ugliness of that. And I was just starting with it. I’d somehow thought that my heart had been broken already but it was swelling, making room for you and them and all the light you’ve brought into me. So even now, gentle as the night is, while I lie against your side, you softly breathing with sleep, I am astonished and awed at the unlikeliness of it. Of you and me, forever away, in this room now, together.

A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

DRAMA!

I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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I Freaking Love You

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:  1697
Requested by Anonymous:  Have you ever written something where the reader gets drunk and admits her feelings for Dean? If so could you please write something like that? With le smut? Thanks beauty 😘😘😘 

Warning: Smut

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          You had had a little too much to drink. Not enough to not know what was going on. But enough to make you stumble slightly and you knew your words would probably slur if you tried to talk.

           You got the key out of your pocket and went to the door of the motel room. You always had your own room from the guys. Always. Because you all thought it was important for you to have your privacy and space away from Dean and Sam.

           But as you were fumbling with the key, the deep voice of Dean Winchester sent tingles through your entire body, “Having problems, Sweetheart?” he teased.

           “M’fine,” you slurred slightly.

           “Whoa,” Dean chuckled, “A little too much to drink tonight?”

           “Had fun,” you shrugged.

           “I guess that’s all that matters,” he said, “Here, let me help you,” he took the key from you and expertly opened the door.

           “Thanks,” you said, stumbling slightly as you went into the room.

           “You need some help?” he asked, holding your elbow to steady you.

           “Got it,” you said.

           “If you need me, you call, okay?” he asked.

           “M’kay,” you nodded.

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I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island

Request: hi, do you think you would be able to do #79 from the drabble list with tom..?

Summary: You and Tom aren’t necessarily too keen about one another. But one night after hanging out with friends, something completely weird occurs.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

A night brimmed with smiles, laughs and drinks was diminishing to a close, as your friends traipsed along the cracked sidewalk in the cool night. You were walking one another home from your biblical night out. Three of you remained, Tom, Y/f/n, and yourself. 

You listened in to the conversation, y/f/n and Tom were having. Ever since you and Tom were introduced, he paid no effort in trying to befriend you or even attempt to be nice to you. So in return, you neglected his existence. Through out the evening, you shot brief glances his way, and caught him studying you before giving a subtle glare and looking away. 

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burkygirl  asked:

Our absolutely amazing pal and fellow smutketeer @peetabreadgirl has a birthday on February 23rd. @xerxia31 and I were wondering if you'd be willing to accept a submission from us in her honoUr?

Originally posted by freshcravings

Happy Birthday @peetabreadgirl! By special request, Here’s a birthday drabble crafted just for you!


Biggest Fan

AN – Happy Birthday PBG! This is part 1 of 2 because your birthday is too special to cram all into one day!

Mesdames et messieurs, votre attention s’il vous plaît. Les passagers de la vol Air Canada 8637 arrivent à la gare vingt-quatre.

Peeta Mellark bobs up on the balls of his feet, eager to see around the crowd of tired commuters coming in on the flight from Montreal to Quebec city. Just a few more minutes and he’ll finally lay eyes on the infamous KatsEye, the best beta in the Avengers fandom.

And his best friend. Possibly the love of his life, but hey, he figures he probably should lay eyes on her in real life before he declares his undying devotion.

The crowd is thinning a bit now as the business crowd moves toward the airport doors, a sea of suits and muttered French. He checks his phone. Her text had said she was near the back of the plane. Surely she’ll be out soon.

Kat<3: I’m wearing an orange sweater.

When he looks up again, he sees her coming through the gate. Her aviator glasses are perched on her head and her hair is tied up in a side braid that spills over her shoulder onto the gorgeous coral sweater she’s wearing. It causes her olive skin to glow even though he can tell she’s not wearing a stitch of makeup.

His artistic sensibilities practically giggle at the idea that she’d consider the shade to be orange. It’s softer, more muted; kind of like a sunset at the end of a sultry summer’s day.

Regardless, it’s his new favourite colour.

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Golden Dress [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader is Lin’s date for a pre-Oscars party and decides there’s no better way to celebrate than with a little teasing. 

Word Count: 5,286

Warnings: smut, papi kink,a slow burn??? - it’s long u guys.

Authors’ Notes: 

Mickeyi’m bad at this but ren is good at it & i will love and support her always (also the word vajajaja has been removed 4 more sexy reasons)

Ren: So as you can see I had a little help! This is my first smut you guys so take it easy on us, okay? I really loved writing this fic and Oscar season just got us really inspired! Hope y’all like it <3 

mickey’s masterlist | ren’s materlist | askbox


When Lin hired a whole crew to assist you getting ready for one of the many Oscar’s press parties, you were sure that was too much.

That didn’t stop you from making the best of it, though. A silky blowout, beautiful makeup were done, a gorgeous golden dress with a seductive thigh-high slit was waiting for you on a hanger near your vanity: you were almost red-carpet ready.

“I don’t know how you do it; you’ve got the seduction of Marilyn Monroe with the elegance of Audrey Hepburn!” The compliments from the hired makeup artist made you blush under the contour you didn’t necessarily need, but made you feel like a million bucks.

“Lin messaged me to tell you that he’ll be downstairs in the limo in 15, okay?” You nodded at Lin’s assistant, Sarah, who’d joined you while taking care of the press calls.

“All that’s left is the dress and the shoes, [Y/N]. Slip those on and you’re Oscar-ready!” your stylist beamed.

“Of course, just slip them on quickly.”

“Right, of course - and thanks for the dress, Marc,” you smiled sheepishly, watching him gaze at the gown on the hanger. You were still mind-blown by how amazing the team made you look. Only three people did the job you thought an entire army wouldn’t be able to; you were mesmerized by your reflection in the mirror, to say the least. “You think Lin will like it?”

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Second chance for a normal life (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Part 1

A/N: This is a new series on which I worked for a few weeks. I already wrote five parts. Hope you’ll like it, feedback is always welcomed.

Summary: (AU)

Bucky is struggling with his life after he came back from the army. He is depressed and he also had a bad start with you.

Warning: cursing, blood


There was a noise outside your apartment. You needed to sleep because you were up from 4am. You were working for a big fashion company as a designer. Tomorrow you will have a day off and you wanted to go to bed earlier so that you can finish some sketches in the morning. Obviously that wasn’t the option at the moment. Slowly you moved your body from your bed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge you took an apple and knife from the drawer. You started cutting it when you heard yelling. You were getting tired of it. Every day for the past week, there was constant yelling from the apartment across the hall. Finally, you decided that you had enough of that noise. You walked to the apartment door and you banged with your fist against the wooden door. You were standing there only in your white tank top and black sweatpants. You heard footsteps coming closer to the door and the door opened.

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anonymous asked:

You go on holiday abroad with all the members as friends for a vacation and photoshoots and fall in love with a member fluff plz

so I went with Wonwoo! ♥ lmao I didn’t feel like/didn’t want to specify where exactly this “abroad” is, so you can use your imagination, but fairly close to Korea either way.


When you had first head of the opportunity to join Seventeen on their trip abroad for a vacation that also included some photoshoots for their next album, you didn’t even have to think about your answer.

A trip with thirteen of your best friends? No one would be able to keep you from going.

The preparations were exciting, with your group chat being filled with “What are you taking with you?” and “Can you believe we’re leaving in two days?” instead of the usual bantering. Naturally that didn’t exactly disappear, either, but it was obviously overshadowed by the excitement for the trip.

When the day of the flight finally came, you met up with the boys and some of their staff members at the airport - you didn’t even have to ask them where they were, because if the familiar, bright hair of Joshua, Jihoon or Minghao didn’t catch your attention, the noisiness sure did. 

“Geez, you’re attracting everyone’s attention,” you said while laughing when you reached the boys, who just laughed at you, and some of them gave you quick, excited hugs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess this was your first trip overseas.”

“It’s as exciting every time as it was the first, you know,” Soonyoung said with a grin, and all the others agreed. You shrugged with a bright smile taking over your features.

“I guess that’s understandable,” you replied and looked around. “Are we going to check in soon?”

Vernon hummed to Check-In quietly while fiddling with his phone and Seungcheol joined him (you could barely stop yourself from joining in, too), whereas Seungkwan exchanged a few words with the staff members and turned to you. “We should move there now, yeah.”

So you did, and an hour or so later you were all boarding the plane, looking for your seats and putting your hand luggage up to the overhead locker with casual chattering, now noticeably quieter than at the airport. The flight wouldn’t be longer than four or five hours, you could recall, and you found yourself seated between Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

For most of the flight, you listened to music and stole glances at the book Wonwoo was reading. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was dozing off for… well, pretty much the whole flight, with his jacket spread over himself and his eye mask making sure he wasn’t disturbed by light. You looked at him every now and then, only to smile when you noticed that he was still sleeping.

When Wonwoo got a small box of candy from his pocket, he nudged you lightly and gave you a small smile when you took one of your earphones off and turned to look at him curiously. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, sure,” you said, still surprised, and stuck your hand forward so that Wonwoo could give you some of the candy. It wasn’t particularly sweet, but tasted good nevertheless. You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He shook his head, his nose crinkling a little with the wideness of his smile, and put the box back into his pocket before returning to the book he was reading.

“I could’ve taken some, too,” Seungkwan muttered from his seat on the other side of the aisle, and got a chuckle from Wonwoo.

“I might give you some later if you behave well,” he said amusedly, and Seungkwan squinted almost dramatically.

“What do you mean ‘behave well’?” the younger one asked and leaned closer, only to get a quirked eyebrow from Wonwoo.

“You’ll see.”

The plane landed on time, and after you had all gotten your luggage, you moved to a bus that had been reserved for you well beforehand in order for you to get to the hotel. During the journey, Chan excitedly told you about his list of things he wanted to do during the trip, with Minghao occasionally commenting “I want to do that, too” and Seungcheol chipping in with a realistic “Remember that there might not be enough time for all of that.”

Chan nodded, and while he was still smiling brightly, it was obvious that he hadn’t taken into account how much time doing everything on the list would take. His voice was a mere mumble when he eyed his list. “I’ll have to choose the most important ones, then…”

The hotel was admittedly more extravagant than you had expected it to. It wasn’t quite a 5-star one, but it was so much more than you had imagined. Even the members were all in awe when you entered the lobby with your suitcases, meanwhile the staff members had content smiles on their faces - after all, they had known exactly what kind of a place they were headed to.

“This place looks really expensive,” you muttered, still incredibly amazed, and got agreeing hums from the members.

Mingyu whistled quietly. “Gotta be careful here, huh.”

The members laughed, but with how grand their surroundings were, the laughter wasn’t quite as explosive as it normally was. You got to the reception, where you were given your keys - and told that you and Wonwoo would be sharing a room.

“That’s gotta be a mistake,” you said, stunned, and looked at the details on the screen. The receptionist smiled politely.

“As you can see, it is not,” they said and showed the computer screen to you and the others. Wonwoo nodded slowly while you continued staring at the screen in disbelief.

“Well… it should be fine, right? It’s a twin room, anyway, and not a double,” he said calmly. Some of the other members were almost grinning at the situation, and you turned to face Wonwoo slowly.

“Are you sure? It won’t be weird or anything?” you asked unsurely and accepted your key from the receptionist with a quick “Thank you”, still looking at Wonwoo. He nodded.

“We’re friends, it shouldn’t be weird,” he said, and gave you a small smile. “Now come on and let’s let Seungkwan and Vernon get their key.”

“Those two should not be roomed together,” Joshua mumbled to himself, and you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled. “After Soonyoung and Seokmin, they’re the pair to get the most notifications about loud noise. It’s like they lose track of time.”

You nodded while laughing and looking at the two getting their key, who were glaring at Joshua. “We’re not that bad.”

“Y/N can be the judge of that, considering your room is next to ours,” Wonwoo said with a chuckle, and you grinned at Seungkwan and Vernon.

“You have a week to show that you’re not that bad,” you laughed, to which Seungkwan declared that the challenge had been accepted.

Little by little you began moving to your rooms, and Wonwoo let you into yours as well. The room, while simple, was also more sizeable than you had expected. Again, it wasn’t very big, but you had more room than you would’ve at a cheaper hotel.

“Your agency’s really overdone itself this time,” you said with a quiet chuckle as you got into the room and sat on one of the beds, pleasantly soft yet not too much so. Wonwoo shut the door and nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” he admitted, and sat on the other bed. He sighed quietly. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I feel you,” you said and let out a yawn while looking at the clock on the wall. “It’s 10pm… you think we could sneak out of the group dinner and just grab something small from the store downstairs?”

Wonwoo grinned widely at your suggestion. “Leave it to me to talk us out of it.”

He left the room soon, and you lay down on the bed with your phone. Ten minutes or so later he returned, at first with a straight face, but it soon changed into a smile. “No group dinner for us, the manager was really understanding.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed in joy and got up from the bed in an instant, while Wonwoo laughed at you from the door. “So, snacks when they’ve left?”

And Wonwoo nodded.

When the others were leaving, Seungcheol still dropped by the door to make sure the two of you absolutely didn’t have the energy to come, and with how tired you were, it wasn’t a difficult task to show him just how awfully tired you were. So, the others left, and you and Wonwoo were free to go to the store downstairs to buy snacks and whatever nice you could find that would suppress your hunger enough.

And soon you were sitting on the bed Wonwoo had claimed, both dressed in your sleepwear and with a big bag of snacks and food between you.

“This was a great idea,” you said between bites of the bagel you had bought, and Wonwoo chuckled quietly while picking up another dried mango.

“It really was,” he said, his voice so soft that you couldn’t help but notice it. You moved your eyes from the food to him, and tilted your head a little, taking in how happy Wonwoo looked.

Then it hit you: during the time you had known Seventeen, you had not once been alone with Wonwoo the way you were now. And it was enjoyable, much more so than you could’ve imagined.

A small smile spread to your lips as you took another bite of your bagel.

You didn’t manage to finish all of the food, but neither of you minded: you just agreed that you could snack on it in the morning if you felt like it. 

It was a bit after midnight that the two of you were finally getting your blankets over yourselves and reaching for the lights on the wall. Happy smiles played on both of your lips when you said “Good night” in unison.

The week-long vacation proved out to be a lot more eventful than you had expected. You joined Seventeen on their photoshoots, ate meals with them and had an amazing time with all of your friends, but there was something - someone - that made you feel just a bit more excited than anything else.

Jeon Wonwoo.

It was like sharing a room with him had made you see him in a new light or something, even though he hadn’t really done anything out of the ordinary. He had simply been himself - his friendly, sweet, attractive self - and that was enough to give your heart some extra beats and make your cheeks gain color more often than usual.

On the fourth day of the trip, you were walking along a market street in the evening, and Wonwoo joined you out of the blue.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice as low and husky as it always was, and you gave him a smile.

“I’m thinking about what to buy for my family,” you replied and looked at the booths around you, filled with small accessories, food and whatever you could think of. Wonwoo hummed in understanding with a soft smile spreading to his lips.

“Souvenirs, huh,” he noted, and you nodded. When he wrapped his arm around you, you couldn’t help but yelp - and blush when Wonwoo laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly and tried to tell your heart to just beat a little slower, which it naturally did not do. Instead, it continued the rapid hammering inside of your chest for a good while, and Wonwoo pulling you closer to himself didn’t really help it.

Eventually you managed to finally find something to your family, and it seemed like most of the others did, too. Or so you easily concluded from Seungkwan excitedly saying “I’m sure mom will like this,” and Mingyu running to you from a store, holding a small bag while yelling “Guys! I finally found something for my sister!”

You had dinner, and towards the end of the evening you and Wonwoo retreated to your room like you did every evening. You let out a sigh as you put your things down and got on the bed, lying down immediately - you were exhausted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “Are you not used to that much walking?”

You clicked your tongue and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Not so much the walking, but the fact that it’s almost 11pm and we left the hotel at 9 in the morning.”

“True,” he hummed and put his bags down, only keeping one on his lap as he dug through it. You lay down again and let out a long yawn. When he had found what he had been looking for, Wonwoo smiled to himself and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat when Wonwoo reached for your hand and placed something on it. “I thought you’d like this.”

You sat up, and before looking at what was on your hand, you took a good look at Wonwoo, who was almost avoiding your gaze and whose cheeks were noticeably more colored than they were when you had gotten into the room, and you were certain it wasn’t just the fatigue.

When you looked at your palm, you were met with a beautiful, simple silver-colored bracelet. Your heart felt warm at the small heart-shaped details on it that you couldn’t see unless you got it really close to your eye. “You really didn’t have to.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “But I wanted to. I wanted to get you something nice, so I did.”

“Thank you,” you said softly and moved to sit next to Wonwoo on the edge of your bed, smiling. “I really like it. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t buy you that expecting to get anything in exchange, so don’t worry.”

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

“Why do you have to be so nice?” you asked in a whisper, and Wonwoo chuckled as he leaned his head against yours.

“What do you mean?” he asked amusedly. You sighed.

“You’re just… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you said with a pout, and slowly lifted your face. Wonwoo looked down at you as well as he could from the odd angle before laughing and pulling a bit further away. You stared into his eyes, your heart fluttering because of the intense, deep gaze in them. “You have me weak.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while. He let your words sink in one by one, and eventually he gave you a warm smile while his hand found yours to hold. “I could say the same. For some reason you give me this fuzzy feeling even when you’ve just gotten out of bed with your hair pointing in all directions.”

You snorted at his comment, despite the rapid beating of your heart. “You make me feel that way even when you’ve got your hair up with a hair band and a face mask covering your face.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “You beat me.”

Another short moment of silence fell over you, and at the end of it you got yourself under Wonwoo’s right arm so that you could hug him while sitting next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“So it’s okay if I kinda… think I might be falling for you? Like, it’s okay to say it?” you asked bluntly, your voice a bit shaky, and listened to Wonwoo’s heartbeat. It was amazing how it was about as quick as yours was.

Without giving it much thought, Wonwoo gave you a small peck on the top of your head. “It’s definitely okay, and I hope it’s okay for me to say that, too.”

You were about to answer him, and okay, maybe you were also about to give him a quick peck on his cheek, but either way, you were interrupted by a loud noise from the room next to yours, which effectively killed the mood.

“…I think I won the bet,” you said with a giggle, and Wonwoo nodded with an amused smile on his lips, too, while the noise kept going on. Seungkwan and Vernon were playing music that they sang loudly on top of, and by the sounds of it, they were probably also dancing, and definitely not in one place.

“You also lost one.” You looked at Wonwoo with a dumbfound expression, and he grinned so that his nose crinkled - your heart skipped a beat. “Remember a few years ago when you and Seungcheol had the debate on whether you’d be able to be friends with us for five years without falling for any of us, and you said you’d be able to go on for ten years without that? Well, look at you now.”

You blushed and pursed your lips. “…If we ever become, you know, more, do you think we could keep this lowkey for, let’s say, seven years?”

Wonwoo snorted. “No chance.”


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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. 

~~~

“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.

~~~

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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Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Five)

Warnings: Reader thinks she’s a bad mom. Anna gets a nosebleed. Crazy bad heretic dude. Talk of feeling like a bad parent.

Summary: Kai comes back from the dead to find out he has a daughter.

A/n: You can all blame @geminioriginalsimagines again for the fluff but you can blame me for the sad parts (sorry not sorry)

Originally posted by porrabonkai

It was Wednesday, you were loading up the car with Kai, Anna was sitting on the couch, holding her teddy and coloring in a notebook tiredly. Someone had sent you a going away gift, you assumed it was Matt, they were your favorite sodas from when you and Matt were kids and so now all three of you were drinking them. You had just loaded up the last box into the car and shut the trunk when you heard Anna yell for Kai. It was the type of scream that only effected parents, the scream that sets alarm bells off in a mother or father’s. It was scream that said ‘your child is in danger’.

You sprint up the stairs into the house and throw the door open, Anna was kneeling next to Kai on the floor, holding his face and telling him to breathe as he choked. A wind rushes past you and you gasp as a vampire appears in front of you, holding a wooden stake in one hand. You run at him but as soon as you do he puts a hand up and chokes you, your hands fly up to your throats as you gasp for air. Not a vampire after all, a Heretic. Anna gets to her feet and throws down her teddy bear.

“Don’t hurt mommy!” Her voice is panicked, she knew Kai could heal from vervain, but that you couldn’t heal from being choked to death. You reach a hand out to her, trying to grab her and pull her behind you.

“I’m not meant to kill you, yet.” The heretic looks from you to Anna as he speaks.

“I said-” a window cracks to Anna’s left- “don’t” a door slams- a light flickers- “hurt” - the floor shakes- a lamp shatters- “MOMMY!”

You fall as the floor continues to quake and a light swings violently over you, Kai rolls into his side as you take in short breaths, the heretic was still choking you. Your scared eyes meet Kai’s as you reach a hand over to grab his shirt. You try to sit up again, still trying to get to Anna, but you find yourself unable to move as you me body paralyzes itself in its last futile attempts to get oxygen to your brain. Pressure builds in your skull and behind your eyes, pain, so much pain, all you can see and think and hear is pain. Your vision blurs, you hear Kai say something but his voice seems so far away.

“No, please-” Your head hits the floor as you weakly try to claw for air, your throat covered in scratch marks.

“AAAAAAAGGGHHH!” A loud scream from Anna makes all the windows smash simultaneously and a fire to start jumping over the carpet towards the Heretic. His eyes go wide and he disappears out the back door in a flash.

Kai scoops you, Anna, and her teddy bear up and takes you across the street in a split second. You gasp for air, sirens sound in the distance, Anna leans over you. Her small hands cup your cheeks as you splutter for air, her eyes focused on you, she was worried, and very exhausted.

“I’m alright… I’m okay… just need to… catch my breath…” You sit up and look over Anna blearily, checking for bruises or cuts or anything like that. Kai rubs your back, still coughing a little into his fist. Anna’s nose starts bleeding.

You wipe it away quickly with the sleeve of your shirt. Anna was swaying on her feet and you grabbed her shoulders to steady her, she looked weak, but that’s to be expected when she’s a five year old witch setting houses on fire. You pull her into a hug, eyes leaking tears down your cheeks as you cry, not because you were afraid, but because you were relieved, and you didn’t know how else to convey that emotion.

“Never… again… okay?” You stand up, unsteady and dizzy on your feet as you still try to catch your breath.

“Okay, mommy.” Kai helps you into your seat in the car and you lean back on it as he buckles Anna in in the back.

The car starts and you lean back in your seat even more as Kai drives. You were exhausted, the lack of oxygen to your brain took all of your energy out of you, you turned your head to the side and look back at Annalise. Her hair was a mess, but her eyes were closed and her arm was looped under the arms of her teddy bear, she looked over exhausted. Kai held your hand in the center console.

You let your mind run, you’re too exhausted to push any thoughts to the back of your mind. All you can think about is how you failed to protect Anna, she’s your baby, you’re her mother, you’re meant to protect her. It’s your job as a parent to protect and shelter your child from the darkness of the world. You’re a witch god damnit, you know every spell in your great-grandmother’s grimoire, so why couldn’t you just stop someone from choking you? You’re a failure, aren’t you?

“I tried to grab her… I couldn’t protect her.” Kai squeezes your hand. “I’m supposed to protect her Kai, I’m her mother.”

“You couldn’t have stopped him, Anna didn’t even stop him. She just scared him.” You look out the window, catching a glimpse at the burning remains of your home as firefighters run into it.

“Why couldn’t we just be normal? I wanted a normal life for Anna, I wanted her to have a normal white picket fence childhood. She shouldn’t be passed out in the backstreet right now, she should be playing in the park with her friends, we shouldn’t be running from Damon Salvatore and that Heretic bastard, we should be making breakfast.” You were crying again, you hadn’t even noticed it until you felt your cheeks grow wet.

“I know, okay? I know. But this is our life, this is her life, this is going to be the life we live forever. But we’ll make it work. We’ll go grocery shopping on Saturday’s, I’ll pick her up from school, we’ll teach her magic, she’ll make friends, we will make this work.” Kai seemed so sure, but you were still staring out the window.

“We’ll make this work?” Kai nods.

“We will definitely make this work, I know I will, for you two I’d do anything.” You smile.

“Get some sleep, it’s a long drive.”

I forgot you already, I don’t remember you anymore.You became a page in the past, your passion became something ordinary. And no matter how much you weaken in front of me, I will still tell you I forgot you. A long time ago you deceived and betrayed me, and my tears did not matter to you. Why would I miss you? Enough, I’ve sacrificed so much. The tears of your eyes no longer kill me, so don’t cry. I will be cruel just like you were cruel. I forgot you and you must stay away from me. 

I will live. I will see others, and I will fall in love again. That’s it, my heart is now mine.  

Ah finding it hard to sleep knowing you’re not here with me @potatopunx💕😟 Thank you for giving me the best time of my life while you were here and I look forward to the next visit from your stinky butt! Fuck distance amiright???? But seriously you’re the most perfect partner and Ive never been so happy with someone til I met you💕 I love you babe; come home soon!

Amends (part two)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.

A/N: Going on from part three it’s all new, this part is still the older stuff, but re-written. There’s a Chuck Bass appearance, but he wont be a big part of the overall story. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by little--batman

Carter waited until you were safely inside the hotel room, to your amusement; you were already in the damn hotel, what could possibly happen?

When you closed the door and turned you were surprised once again. The room looked completely different from before.

Most of the racks filled with clothes were gone, except for one. A note was attached to the rack:

“Dear Y/N,

In the hopes that you took my offer of staying the night and go to lunch with me tomorrow, I’d like to give you these. Beautiful things, for a beautiful woman, as they say. But none of these garments will ever be as beautiful as you, or do you justice.

Love,

Carter”

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Michael Drabble Request

This was requested by an anon: Hey could you do #14 “I swear, I wish I could read your mind.” and #23 “I knew you were special from the moment I saw you.” with any of the archangels from spn

I didn’t get Michael requests when I did this. SO I CHOSE MICHAEL!

Word Count: 191

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by spngayngels

Michael strolled up to you, his body towering over yours as he stopped in front of you.  His green eyes stared boldly into yours.  You started to wonder if this was a test.  You didn’t even take out the angel blade you had in your belt.  For some reason you felt drawn to Michael.

“I knew you were special from the moment I saw you,” Michael smiled confidently.  “You won’t hurt me, will you [Y/N]?”

“No,” you replied timidly.  “You aren’t going to hurt me either are you?”  Dean and Sam watched as their bodies were still being forced against the wall.

“Of course not,” Michael purred, cupping your face in his hand.  He studied your eyes, searching for more.  Even your emotions couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know.  “I swear, I wish I could read your mind [Y/N].  Let me in.”

“Why,” you asked, quirking an eyebrow.  “What do you want from me this time?”

“This time,” Dean and Sam questioned in sync.

Michael ignored the Winchesters, tilting his head dangerously close to yours.  “You.  All of you,” Michael whispered before pressing his lips to yours.


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