it was so much prettier before ; n;

“Troop Leader” Part 1

Request: I’d love one where the reader is Starks little girl but in her early 20s. She’s a Girl Scout troop leader and brings her girls to the tower to set up their cookie stand in the lobby. Bucky keeps sneaking down there and buys cookies from them and winking and flirting at her making the little girls giggle at them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff central

Word Count: 892

A/N: this request made me smile so much! hope you enjoy, please leave feedback. my requests and taglist are open. I have one request left after this. let me know what else you want me to write. 

Troop Leader Masterlist

Originally posted by thenixcat

“Dad, remember I’m bringing my troops to meet everyone today. Please keep anything dangerous locked away. I don’t want to have to explain to parents as to why all their little girl’s eyebrows were burned off. Make sure the entire team is there. The whole point of today is for the troops to learn about leadership. Everyone needs to be there. Got it? And we’re setting up the cookie stand in your lobby. Please buy some boxes.” You left yet another voicemail for your father.

Today, you were supposed to bringing your girl scout troop to the tower to sell cookies, but they were all going to earn their leadership patches by going. Troop 159 did sell the most cookies out of all the troops in Manhattan, but it was all thanks to you, Y/N Stark. People just automatically want to buy cookies from a famous man’s daughter. It’s just the way the world works.  

All week you had been leaving the same message for him, but he would never pick up the phone or call you back. He was probably holed away in his lab, or avoiding Bucky Barnes. Sure, he might’ve killed your grandparents, but you didn’t blame him. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You had been through the same experience with Loki. He used his staff to brainwash you and he forced you to do terrible things. In a way, you understood Bucky, even though you had never met him.

 Standing outside of Avengers Tower, you were really hoping your dad had at least listened to the voicemails. With sweating palms, you lead your troops inside. The lobby was empty except for a few folding tables. Good, he had heard them.

“Alright girls, let’s set everything up. Then I will see if everyone is available to come down.”

The girls got to work and you went to Tiffany, the receptionist.

“Can you call my dad and see if everyone’s ready. Tell him the girls are set up and ready to meet everyone.” With a roll of her eyes, she got the phone and called to Tony.  

“They will be right down, Ms. Stark.”

You nodded your thanks and went to go check up on the girls, but they already had a customer. You hadn’t noticed anyone come in. All you saw was his back, and it was a hot back. You made your way around the table to stand with your girls. Before you could get a good look at him, you heard your fathers voice.

“Y/N! You’re here! It’s been so long! I see you’ve already met Barnes.” You froze in your spot. Bucky Barnes was the man standing behind you. He spoke up before you could say anything,

“well, I haven’t really had the chance to introduce myself. I’m Bucky, and you must be the prettier Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Before you could blink, he had made his way in front of you. His front was definitely much hotter than the back. His eyes were enchanting and that smirk, the fucking smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You slowly took his hand in yours. One of your girls decided to speak for you,

“this is Troop Leader Y/N. She’s the best troop leader we’ve ever had!” she exclaimed. Bucky had widened his smile.

“I bet she is. With a pretty face like that She could sell anything.” Your mouth dropped open, and with a wink, Bucky walked passed all the Avengers and into the elevator. You had just enough time to see his biceps flex as he crossed his arms before the doors closed.

Your girls were giggling uncontrollably. That snapped you out of your lovesick haze.

“A-alrighty girls, these are the Avengers. Most of you probably know my father, Tony Stark, and Captain America. Everyone is going to teach you the importance of being a good leader and today you will earn your leadership patches. So, go introduce yourselves and get started!” you told them excitedly. All the girls were beaming. Every one of your scouts loved the Avengers.

With all of them entertained, you sat yourself down in one of the plastic chairs. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey there Sugar, I realized I didn’t buy anything when I came down. Now, what do you recommend?” you heard your girls giggle again. Everyone was staring at the interaction between you and Bucky. Steve had a smirk on his face. He had never seen his best friend so confident. You could almost see the steam coming out of Tony’s ears, and everyone else was giving off a smirk. It was almost comical how flushed you got around him.

“W-well, my favorites are the Somoas, just because I love coconut, but I also like the Thin Mints. They taste better if you freeze them.” You gave out your short answer.

“Alrighty, Darlin’ I’ll take two of each.”

You handed him the boxes and called over one of your girls to do the transaction, they were the ones supposed to be selling after all.

“thanks, kiddo. I’ll be back down to see your pretty troop leader again. By Y/N/N.” and again he disappeared.

“Ms. Y/N, he’s cute!” one little girl told you.

“I know, Sweetie, I know.” You sighed out.

James Barnes was going to be the death of you.

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Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You

You’ve always felt something more than friendship towards Damon Salvatore, but you felt like he was always so busy pining after Elena that he wouldn’t even notice you. Yourself and Damon get the chance to spend the day together and it’s so much fun, but you weren’t expecting the day to take the turn that it did.

Damon x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of alcohol

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The Rogue [Grayson] Part Two

Summary: Being the little sister of a cartel leader is hard. Your skills are put to the test when you’re forced to go undercover and destroy one of the country’s most dangerous cartels, The Rogue. What you weren’t planning on, was to get involved with their leader.
Word Count: 2,064
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, abuse, death, sexual intercourse, cussing.
A/N: This series will kick off soon and I swear it’s gonna be an emotional roller-coaster. Strap yourselves, you’re in for quite a ride. Thanks for the love so far, let me know what you thought of this part. Love you, my babies xx

The Rogue Masterlist.

You didn’t know for how long you walked, but you eventually made it to an area where there was life. People were hanging around in a room, similar to a den that had a pool table, a large flatscreen television and a ping-pong table set up. You let your eyes rake over the area, trying not to sneer at the older guys who looked at you with glints in their eyes, nodding like they approved of what they saw. Natasha walked through, bringing a manicured hand up to push a door open, which it did. It revealed a large kitchen area and it took two seconds for you to realize that every single person that was bustling around, was female.

Jayce nudged you with his shoulder and you almost glared at him, before realizing that you were sneering. You wiped the look off of your face just in time for Natasha to turn around, fingers splayed out by her side like she was repulsed to be even standing in the kitchen. You almost rolled your eyes.

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Out of My League // {Brett Talbot Imagine}

Out of My League // {Brett Talbot x Reader}

Summary: The reader has a crush on Brett who is extremely popular and way out of her league, she consults her best friend which is considered very popular even though the reader is very shy and tends to avoid different social gatherings.. After their talk things start up with Brett.

A/N: Lately I have been loving Brett and I will probably post a couple of sweet and romantic imagines including him.

Warnings: Recollection of Body Insecurities.


She was always the cute one,

The one that always admired everything from the side wondering how it feels like,

She was the one that always imagined what it is being loved, being social but panicked when it happens in reality,

She never had luck with boys, She wanted someone to love her but was to shy to even say a word to anyone.

Although she was extremely beautiful;

inside and out,

She was never accepting of herself.

She always felt like every girl in the room was prettier than her,

Like she wasn’t enough.

She was always shy,

Watching from the side but never in the middle,

Listning to the conversations but never speaking,

Keeping everything to herself as if it didn’t matter to anyone how she felt.

But opposing to you was your best friend,

She was very popular, probably the most popular girl in your grade,

She was gorgeous, outgoing,

You two had a bond like no other, she knew everything about you, and you knew her.

But you had a problem, you had a crush.

Not too long ago you had fallen in love with a boy, but nothing happened. It broke your heart and you didn’t know how you could possibly fall in love again.

But now you had a new crush, Brett Talbot.

You hated yourself for crushing on him,

Aside from him being extremely close to Y/B/F/N he was also extremely popular, the captain of the lacrosse team, talking to everybody and being friends with everyone, especially girls.

You kept this to your self, not telling a soul beside one of your friends who found out, not even Y/B/F/N knew.

You tried your best getting over him,

Trying to convince yourself he has something with someone else,

That he doesn’t like you,

But nothing worked.


It was a normal day at school,

You wore a pair of skin tight medium dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt with a blue and white flannel.

You were at your locker taking out some books for your next class,

Y/B/F/N and Y/F/N come up to you.

“Heyy” They both said hugging you and you hugged them back.

“Girls night at 8,You’re coming” your best friend said with a smile plastered on her face.

“I see I don’t have a choice” You said sarcastically.

“You’re right, You don’t. See you at 8” Your best friend said giving you a peck on the cheek and going her way to her next class leaving you and your friend alone.

You suddenly spotted Brett leaning against the lockers a couple feet from you two,

You turned your eyes to him as he looked towards your way, You quickly turned your focus back to your locker.

“Still not over him?” Your friend asked.


“Then go talk to him”

“Yeah right cause I’ll do that”


“Girls I have an Idea!” One of your friends said in a excited tone.

It was you, your best friend and five more girls,

You all were some sort of pack but you still had a slight isolated feeling from all of them.

“We should do a question round!”

You all agreed and sat in a circle.

“Okay, so each girl has a turn to ask a question and all of the girls have to answer it”

“Y/B/F/N you ask first since you have the best questions” One of your friends insisted.

“Fine, umm.. Lets see.

Okay, Is there someone you have been interested in lately?”

The girls answered the question each in their turn until it was your turn;

“Umm maybe..” You said avoiding eye contact.

Your best friend had a confused look on her face as if she had no clue what you were talking about.

“What do you mean?” She asked in a slight aggressive tone.

“You didn’t tell her?” Your friend elbowed your rib catching your attention.

“Tell me what?”

“I’ll explain in private” You said taking your best friend to bathroom and locking the door behind you so you could talk alone.

“Y/N whats going on?”

“Well you remember how I told you that for some reason I always need to have crush on someone right?”


“So after I got over H/N I have a new crush on someone but I haven’t found the right time to tell you who it is and to be honest I don’t even have enough confidence to say his name out loud.”

“Then am I supposed to guess?”

“Well yes but I will give you a clue.. He’s completely and totally out of my league







“Come on Y/N  just tell me”

“I’ll give you a better clue, He’s one of your best friends”

“Is it Liam?”



“Maybe" You said quietly as you picked on your nails avoiding eye contact.

“Are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause its never going to happen” You said slightly raising your voice.

“He’s friends with so many girls who are so much more social and way prettier than me,

I barely know him and he is so popular, why would he even notice a girl like me”

“If I must say you two look like you would fit each other”

“Don’t say that”


“Cause it won’t happen, he doesn’t even know who I am and even if he does I am way to shy to even look at him”

“Fine, But you need to tell me these things.

I’m your best friend, I’m supposed to be here for you no matter what”

You both got up and hugged and went back out to your friends.

“Did you tell her?” Your friend tugged on your arm.



“And that it”


It has been a week since that girls night and you were in your chemistry class,

One of the few classes you shared with Brett.

You were focused on your work as you felt this weird feeling, as if someone was watching you.

You lift your head up and turn your focus to the back of the classroom to catch Brett looking t you and turning his head as soon as you catch him.

“It’s just a incident” You thought to your self.

Chemistry was over and you met up with Your best friend for lunch.

As you were eating your focus turns to Brett.

The way his shirt fit him tightly on his toned muscles,

How parts of his hair fell upon his face.

But you then realised the girls he’s with.

A second before you turn back to the conversation you had with Y/B/F/N Brett suddenly looks at you, giving you a small wink.

You smile and turn your head back to your best friend, you feel you cheeks boiling and the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

“It only a coincidence” You thought trying to calm yourself down.


Its now Math, actually, you enjoyed math and you were good at it, one of the best in your class.

Another reason you enjoyed it was that it was the only class were you sat somewhere near Brett.

It was in the middle of the class and you were bored out of your mind.

You looked at Brett when he suddenly looks back up to you,

You raise one of your brows with a small smirk on your face,

He does the same and winks at you,

You roll your eyes sarcastically while giving him a small smile as you started blushing again.

As a result you two started exchanging different faces of sarcasm and flirting.

“Hes not into you, forget about it” you thought to yourself trying to get the idea of you two out of your head.

He suddenly leans towards you with his oh-so-known smirk smeared across his lips.

“Could you explain this? Im having a hard time understanding” He said in a slight flirtatious tone.

“Sure” You said with a small smile.

“Okay, so basically to find X you need to find the square root of 5 times 7..”

You showed him how to solve the equation but couldn’t help but notice it wasn’t the problem he was looking at, he was looking at you.

“Thanks” He said with the smirk still on his face as he turned back to his seat.

The bell rang and you quickly took your stuff and went to your locker, fortunately it was your last period and you couldn’t wait to put in your earphones and just walk home.

You close your locker as Brett suddenly appears leaning on it;

“Hey, I was wondering if you would like to walk home together” He asked.

“Sure, Why not” You said starting to blush, you were freaking out on the inside, why would he ask you to walk home? why is he suddenly trying to get your attention?

You two walked out the gate and started walking down a quiet street near the school.

“So I’ve been talking to Y/B/F/N lately..” He stated

“Oh my gosh” You mumbled under your breath.

“And what did she say?” You asked in a slightly insecure tone.

“Well, I’ll ask you first.

Do you like me?“

You were surprised by his question, it completely threw you off guard.

“I’m gonna kill her” you said sarcastically with an irritated look on your face.

“I hope you answer is a yes cause I really like Y/N”

You had a shocked look on your face, you couldn’t believe Brett Talbot just said that to you.

“YOU like ME?” You asked still quite shocked.

“Yeah, I mean you’re beautiful and your smile is just amazing.

I wanted to talk to you after Y/B/F/N told me what you said because you are always so shy and quite I couldn’t have know if you liked me”

“Well then I guess I do” You said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“But why me? I mean, You’re so popular and you are friends with so many girls who are so much more prettier than me and way more social, and we never even had a conversation before”

“You caught my eye, don’t underestimate yourself. You are so beautiful and probably more than most of the girls I talk to, I can tell you that you are so much hotter than you think you are. I hear the guys talking about you every once in a while after practice”

At this point you really started blushing.

“How about this, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30?”

“I’d love that”


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Wild Stripes - Taeyong

The world was full of surprises and possibilities. 24 hours , 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds in a day. Anything could happen any day, any time. Which was why I was now making my way into the Golden Dolphin hybrid shop.

The shop was cute and quaint with the soft pastel blue walls and orange interior to compliment. The front desk had a door leading to the back where all the hybrids were kept. Cats, dogs, squirrels, rabbits, bears, you want it they have it.

“Hi there! You here looking for a hybrid?” A young bubbly girl chirped happily, eyes sparkling in delight.

I smiled widely at her happiness and nodded in reply and in return I got a squeal of happiness and she clapped before motioning me to follow her back.

“So what type of hybrid are you looking for? Dog, cat, iguana?” She asked as we began to walk past the glass wall separating us from the many many hybrids.

“Not any type in particular, just so one who’s friendly and sweet would work for me.” My eyes scanned the hybrids on the other side of the glass. A puppy pile was forming in the center of the room, the rambunctious squirrels jumping from the furniture, the cats were perched atop the tallest structure analyzing the other hybrids carefully. They were all beautiful and oh so adorable but one seemingly caught my eye.

He had a head of black messy hair and resting from the locks were two fluffy white ear perked straight up with a single stripe running up them. He sat atop what seemed to be the cat tower, feline brown eyes watching. Next to him his white and black striped tail lazily swooshed left and right, hanging from the tower slightly. He sat tall and proud - almost like he was the ring leader of the clan.

The girl must’ve noticed my gaze on him and she smiled lightly as she saw the awed expression on my face. “That’s Taeyong, a tiger hybrid. Would you like to meet him?”

I turned to her, eyes sparkling. “Can I?” I whispered and she nodded happily.

“Follow me.” I did as I was told and matched pace behind her.

My heart was pounding out of nerves. Each step we took, brought me closer to meeting the fascinating hybrid. My eyes never wavered from his elegant form as we walked down the hallway until we reached a door - the very door that led into the play area. She quickly grabbed her keys and unlocked it motioning me in first before she followed - not forgetting to lock the door.

Her keys jingled with each step she took forward toward the cats. The tiger, Taeyong must’ve heard our approach - whether it was my heartbeat or her keys who knows - because his white ears flickered and suddenly his feline like eyes were on our approaching figures. His head tilted curiously- which was super adorable- as we stopped near the cat tower.

“Taeyong there’s somebody I’d like you to meet.” Bubbly girl called to him and within seconds he was on the ground in front of us.

His eyes were much prettier up close, a soft brown with a feline like glint in them. His hair was messily styled, but still looked oh so soft, his ear stood at attention and his tail swooshed behind him nervously.

“This is - I’m sorry I don’t think I got your name?” She turned to me for confirmation.

“Y/n. I’m y/n” I smiled politely.

“This is Y/n and she’s looking to adopt a hybrid. I’m gonna let you two talk and I’ll be over there if you need me.” She chirped before she sauntered off toward the now dispersing puppy pile.

I slowly sat in the chair behind me and Taeyong took the spot opposite me. My eyes scanned his form quietly. His hands were clasped together in his lap and his knee was bouncing up and down nervously. His tail was slightly bristled and was swaying left and right behind him. Husband head was tilted down slightly and his eyes were on his hands. I cleared my throat and Taeyong’s brown eyes were looking up at me through his lashes.

I smiled warmly at him. “Hi Taeyong.“

He blinked, eyes perplexed at the warmth I was emitting. He didn’t speak just watched. As each second passed my smile grew wider and it I just knew he was the one. So I stood up and began to walk back to the bubbly worker.

“I want him.” I whispered to her.

Her eyes flickered behind me where Taeyong was sitting and back to me. “Taeyong? You want Taeyong?” Her smile was just as bright as mine when I nodded my confirmation. With a squeak of delight she led me to the front desk to fill out paperwork.

“Just sign here, here, and here. Alright miss, he’s yours to take!” She took the clipboard and went to grab for Taeyong who appeared seconds later with a bag on his back. I smiled at the hybrid and motioned for him to follow me as we began to drive home. Taeyong sat in the back at first but after a few minutes of convincing moved to the front.

“Why, why me? Why me out of all the other hybrids here?” He finally whispered, black and white striped ears flickering down.

I glanced at him from the corner if my eye and smiled slightly. “Well Taeyong even if you didn’t talk much you caught my eye. And this is why you are here with me, not as a pet but as my companion.”

Taeyong smiled at me before he turned to look out the window as we drive by.

"Welcome home Taeyong.“


joining the dots

❝ i don’t want to be dramatic or anything- ❞
❝ you’re always dramatic ❞
❝ be quiet. but, it was like she brought colour into my life, y'know? ❞


THEY SAY THAT WHEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING ON YOUR SKIN, it appears on your soulmates arms.

Your mother told you that and you would occasionally draw on your self and would await a response.

One day, you were doodling random curvy lines on the back of your hand, when something appeared on your left arm.

You watched the black, inky words crawl their way from your arm down to your hand and you watched the first sentence from your soulmate unfold on your arm: stop doing that.

You chuckled slightly at that. Of course the first sentence from your soulmate would be something like that.

Lifting up your leg, you wrote on your thigh: hello soulmate. what’s your name?

‘I’m Damian. Who are you?’ appeared on your forearm and you responded: I’m (Y/N)

And that was that. The two of you would talk for hours, having conversations on your skin. Your mother thought it was cute, that it was romantic or something like that. You were just happy that you had a new friend. And little did you know, somewhere in Wayne Manor, Damian eagerly awaits the next time your words appear on his skin.

Damian is a very closed off individual. He puts up walls around him and refuses to let anyone in. The only people so far who has been able to break down those walls, are Dick Grayson and (Y/N).

He’s not much of a talker, but when he does talk, his words are usually in the form of insults. With (Y/N), however, the words just come to him so easily and feels comfortable talking with them. After all they are soulmates.

Every time you decide to draw on your skin, for whatever reason, Damian enjoys sitting back and watching your art unfold before his eyes. He finds it amazing that you are able to create such beautiful imagery with just a pen. You thought your creations were pretty too, but, he reckoned you were far prettier.

One day, you couldn’t stop drawing all over your skin, and Damian, not wanting to disturb your “creative process”, opted to wear a long-sleeved shirt to dinner to cover up your drawings. Not that he was ashamed of your art, God no, he just didn’t want the rest of his family prying.

The long sleeves worked well enough. No one seemed to notice and dinner was running smoothly. Of course, things don’t usually end up the way they’re supposed to. Bruce couldn’t help but notice the drawings crawling from up his arm down to his hand.

Dick seemed to notice Bruce’s focused gaze was now on the youngest at the table and also notice the ink appearing on his hand.

Like a domino effect, Tim, Jason and even Alfred noticed the markings appearing on Damian’s arm.

Said boy was fully aware of the stares his family was giving him. He was just waiting for one of them speak up.

Jason leaned over to Tim and whispered, “Do you think he just got it?” Though, subtlety doesn’t seem to be Jason’s strong suit as of now, as Damian could hear him, he was just waiting for the right time to speak up.

More hushed words were spoken throughout the course of dinner and the rest of the family were under the impression that he just got his marks.

Eventually, Damian cleared his throat and said, “I can hear you all, by the way. And no need to worry, I already know about my soulmate.”

The whispering stopped immediately and they watched as Damian stood up and excused himself and stalk back to his room. Damian was already itching to tell you about what happened during dinner.

georgieeahemmings  asked:

Hey could I request a reaction from BTS to their S/O being self conscious of their skin al much that they try to cover up with concealer even if they are just sitting in the house all day? ☺️❤️ merry christmas!

Thank you so much for this request! I actually really enjoyed making this, and I know it’s something I lot of people need help feeling more secure about (me included!). Acne is really annoying but it doesn’t make you at all ugly. Everyone should remember that 😄 I hope you like it!

BTS Reaction to your acne insecurities

When Seokjin would come into the bathroom to find you sponging on your foundation, he’d be very confused. He’d tell you that you need to let your skin breathe instead of applying so many layers of product. When you’d say that your skin looks bad without it, he’d shake his head and disagree, before picking up a makeup wipe and gently urging you to take the makeup off because you look far prettier without it.

“No, Jinnie. I’m not taking it off. I’ll look disgusting.” You’d turn back to the mirror to keep padding the sponge onto your cheeks. He’d stop you by your wrist and you’d turn to face him.

“Y/N, you don’t need to wear so much. It will ruin your beautiful skin.”

Originally posted by yoongiwara

He’d arrive home and come over to where you’re seated on the sofa, distractedly watching some TV. He’d kiss you on the cheek from behind you, before pulling back in puzzlement to look at the side of your face. Something about you had obviously confused him.

“Why are you wearing concealer?” he’d ask, coming around to sit next to you

“Isn’t it obvious? I always need to wear concealer, you know that,” you’d say,

“No you don’t. I’m the only one here, and I think you look much more beautiful bare-faced.”

Originally posted by harlyquins

The two of you would be getting ready to go somewhere when Hoseok notices that you’ve styled your hair differently. He’d compliment you on it immediately and say it looks really pretty styled that way, but he’d ask why you’d changed it from your usual style.

“I just thought that if I have my hair like this it sort of covers the acne on my cheekbones,” you’d explain to him as he slots the key into the front door. He’d turn back to look at you, a frown on his face.

“What acne?” he’d ask. You’d slap him on the arm and tell him not to be stupid, but he’d insist.

“I’m serious, Y/N. There’s nothing wrong with your acne, so I don’t see why you want to cover it so badly.”

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

Rap Monster:
Every time Namjoon goes to kiss you he cups your cheek, but every time you’d pull away from his hand protectively. You’d ask him not to touch your skin because it feels gross.

“I don’t think it feels gross,” he’d say, looking at you with a strange look on his face.

“But it is gross! It’s not smooth and pretty – I don’t want you having to touch it.”

“But I touch your cheek every time we kiss. Don’t you think that if I thought it was gross I wouldn’t do that? I love your skin.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

You’d come out of the bathroom wearing an avocado facial. Jimin looks a little surprised when you come into the room looking like that and he asks you why you look like a zombie.

“It’s meant to really revitalise your pores or something. I thought it might help.”

“Help what?” he’d say, coming over to you to look at you properly. “Your skin is already gorgeous and bright. You don’t need it.”

He’d put his arms around you to pull you towards him for a hug, forgetting about the facial and getting avocado all over his shirt. You’d have to stifle a giggle as he wiped his shirt in annoyance.

“I like spotty Y/N way better than zombie Y/N,” he’d say, grinning.

Originally posted by do-we-are-one

You’d be looking through a magazine as he watches an anime on the TV, your head resting on his shoulder as you flipped through pages. You’d suddenly stop as you come across a full-page picture of a celebrity.

“Wow, Tae, look at her skin! It’s so perfect. I’m jealous,” you’d pout.

“Why? Your skin is perfect too,” he’d reply immediately after briefly scanning the picture.

“No it’s not! Did you even see how smooth and clear hers is? Mine isn’t at all perfect.”

“I think yours is just as perfect, but more delicate.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

You’d be about to leave the house and you’d be looking at the mirror feeling very conscious and insecure about going out without makeup on. You’d ask Jungkook if it was really okay for you to go out looking like that.

“Of course it is! Don’t worry, I’m not wearing any makeup either. If people decide to judge you for your acne then they’ll have to judge me too.” You’d look at his own acne, wondering how he’s so uncaring about it.

“I still feel really bad about it.”

“Seriously, Y/N. Everyone gets pimples, we just get more of them. It doesn’t make your skin any less beautiful to me.”

Originally posted by beatriceindre



     “Hey, Y/N!” Steve called after you as you sped past him in the hall. You pulled your hair over your shoulders and looked at your feet as you turned around. 

     “Hello, Captain.” 

     Steve laughed. “How many times do I gotta tell you to call me Steve?” 

     “Oh… yeah.” you smiled nervously. “Steve.” 

     “Hey, I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to get some pizza or something… with me.” he scratched the back of his neck, smiling down at you, making you melt. “Like- Like on a date.” 


     “Yea, it’s just… we’ve been working together for a while now and I thought maybe you’d want to go out… this afternoon if that okay. Doesn’t have to be pizza, it’s just that’s what Natasha said you like.” 

     “Oh…” it was the third time that week he’d asked you out, you couldn’t give him another excuse. “I-I’d love to.” 

     Steve smiled, his cheeks tinting red. “Great. I’ll come by your room and pick you up later.” 

     “Okay.” you nodded, turning to speed away. “Why did you tell Steve I like pizza?!” you fussed, slamming the door the the apartment in Stark Tower that you shared with Natasha. 

     “Because you do.” Natasha shrugged, spreading mayo onto her sandwich. 

     “You knew he would ask me out again!” you snapped.

     “That’s why I told him?” she rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Look, I don’t know what you’re so afraid of. Steve’s a nice guy. He really likes you… like to the point where it’s kinda annoying.” 

     “Nat, he’s Captain America, okay? I’m your medic.” 


     “Look at me! I have these stupid glasses and I’m-” 


    “I’m fat Natasha.” 

     “That’s why you wouldn’t go out with me?” Steve asked behind you, his heart shattering for you. “You think you’re not good enough?” 

     “I’ll be in my room.” Nat announced, moving at the speed of light out of the living room. You gasped as you turned around and saw the six-foot-something figure standing over you. 


     “Y/N… Why would you ever think that?” he asked. 

    “I just- Women would claw each other’s eyes out for a date with you and they’re all so much prettier than I am. You could go after any girl on the planet, why settle for me?” 

     “I’m not settling for you, Y/N. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you can’t see that?” he stood closer now, looking down into your eyes as he fingers brushed your cheek. Steve’s lips loomed over yours. “I love you.” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 


Joanna - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous. Sorry it’s late! 

“Y/N, calm down,” Leonard said, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat. You were currently driving deeper and deeper south into Georgia, heading for Leonard’s hometown. You usually weren’t one to get nervous meeting family, but meeting his daughter was unfamiliar territory. 

The entire drive you had been tormenting yourself with everything that could go wrong. You weren’t horrible with kids. In fact, most of them liked you right off the bat, but this was Leonard’s daughter. Much more important than a random kid you met at a grocery store.

“I am calm,” you replied as casually as possible.

“Then why haven’t you eaten yet?” You looked down at the uneaten fast food in your hand and sighed. Leonard had pulled over to buy this over an hour ago. The once greasy, fresh food was now cold and stale, and completely unappetizing. 

“Okay, I’m a little nervous. But I am meeting Joanna for the first time. I’m scared!”

“Of my nine year old daughter?” he asked with a laugh. 

“Yes. And your ex-wife, and your grandma, and - I just don’t want to make a fool of myself,” you said with a sigh. He put his hand on your thigh and rubbed it gingerly

“You won’t.”

“You can’t be too sure.”

“Don’t worry about my ex-wife. She’s a bitch and has always been one. She’s not going to like you no matter what you do. Plus she won’t be there this week. My grandma is a wonderful woman, who likes everyone, even though she’s a little rough around the edges. And Jo is more like her grandma than her mom.” You let out a breath and nodded.

“What if she really does hate me, though?” you asked after a pause. Leonard looked at you in disbelief but you frowned.

“I’m serious!”

“That’s out of the question. She’s going to love you. You’re great with kids, you’re sweet, kind, and pretty. There’s nothing she isn’t going to love.” 

Although Leonard’s words were sweet, you couldn’t fight of the feeling eating up your insides. Any other time you met someone’s family, you knew that your significant other could just ignore that member of the family that didn’t like you. But Leonard couldn’t ignore his daughter, even on a five year mission. 

A old farm house came into view about twenty minutes later. The old home was painted a pale shade of blue, and there was a golden retriever running around the well pump in front. Leonard immediately broke into a smile at the sight of his childhood home, but you were starting to feel like you were gonna be sick. 

As soon as Leonard shut off the truck, a little girl with blonde hair and Leonard’s hazel eyes came running off of the porch. He jumped out of the truck and immediately hugged his daughter in a tight grip. Summoning up all of your courage, you hopped out of the truck, too. You waited a minute for Leonard to greet his daughter before even thinking about talking. Joanna made the first move, walking hand in hand with her father to come and meet you.

“Joanna, this is my special friend, Y/N,” he said, smiling down at her.

“You mean your girlfriend?” she asked with a smile not unlike Leonard’s. You laughed and crouched down so you were eye level with her.

“Yes. I am his girlfriend. And you must be his daughter he talks about all the time.” She giggled and you smiled. “You’re much prettier in person.”

“Thank you. So are you. Daddy talks about how pretty you are all the time.” Smiling, you looked up at Leonard who was blushing just slightly as he ran a hand through Joanna’s hair. 

“Alright, why don’t you go tell grandma we’re here, okay?”

“Okay,” Jo said, running back into the house. Laughing slightly to yourself, you made your way back over to the truck to get your bags.

“You’re doing great,” Leonard said, taking one of the heavier ones from you.

“I’ve only talked to her for a minute,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“And she likes you. I told you you’d be fine.”

“We’ll see.” You followed Leonard up the porch steps, and through the screen door at the front into the house. It was decorated with antique furniture you knew must be old, but with decorations that resembled farm life. 

“Cute,” you said, looking around. 

“There you are!” You turned and saw and elderly woman walk towards Leonard with her arms outstretched. He dropped the bags in his hand and hugged her tightly, a grin never leaving his face. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Grandma,” he said, pulling out of the embrace. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you said, holding out your hand to shake hers. She laughed and waved it away before crushing you in a bear hug as well. 

“I’m a hugger.” You laughed and hugged her back just as tight, grinning up at Leonard who looked like he’d never been happier. “I’m so gad you guys decided to visit. It’ll be so good for Joanna to have you here, Len,” she said, grabbing some of the bags. She started walking up the steps and you followed Leonard and she with more bags. 

“Daddy, come look!” Joanna called from the room across from the guest bedroom you were staying in. He looked up at you and you nodded as he walked over to see whatever Jo wanted to show him.

“It’s so good that he’s here,” Leonard’s grandma said, dropping the bags down on the bed. “Joanna has missed her father quite a bit.”

“I bet,” you said, watching them play with a dollhouse from across the hall. 

“I hope you know how much they mean to one another,” she said, a little snippier than before. Locking eyes with her, you saw a certain amount of scorn behind them.

“Excuse me?”

“I just mean that I hope you’re careful with Leonard and Jo. I wouldn’t want her to get attached to you and then have you gone in a moments notice.”

“I promise, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Good, because Joanna needs stability in her life. Especially with Len.” She looked into your eyes before frowning and leaving the room. You sat down on the bed, trying to fight off the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“Y/N! Come look at this!” Joanna called. Leonard laughed a little and you pulled yourself together. Sniffing, you stood again and walked over to the brightly decorated room. Leonard smiled up at you, and the minute he saw your face it fell. He looked at you inquisitively but you shook your head. 

“What’s up?” you asked, sitting down next to Joanna who was playing with her large, three story, pink and purple Barbie dream house. 

“I want you to come play with me,” she said with a smile. 

“Okay. What doll should I be?” you asked. Joanna beamed and shuffled through her pile of dolls until she grabbed one with Y/H/C.

“Here. This one looks like you.” You took the doll from her and started brushing her hair, and fixing her dress.

“Can I play, too?” Leonard asked from his seat on her bed. Joanna looked back at him and shook her head seriously, causing you and Leonard to both laugh. 


“Alright. I’ll go help Grandma with dinner,” he said as he stood. He bent down to kiss Joanna’s forehead, and looked at you. You nodded encouragingly as he walked towards the door.

“Okay, so let’s play. What room do you want to be yours?” 

As Joanna started explaining to you how the dream house was set up, and everything that was going to happened as you played, you started thinking less and less about what Leonard’s grandma said. Even if she did doubt you, Joanna didn’t, and that was more important to you. Leonard eventually came back upstairs in an hour or so, telling you that dinner was ready.

“But I was just about to save the princess,” you whined. Joanna giggled and stood up, holding out a hand for you.

“Don’t worry. We can play after dinner.”

“No, you’ve gotta do your homework. You can play tomorrow,” Leonard said. Joanna pouted and looked at you pleadingly. You took her hand and stood up.

“Your dad is right. I promise we can play tomorrow though, okay?” She smiled and raced down the stairs. You started walking, too, until Leonard stopped you.

“She told me what she said to you,” he said, looking at you seriously. 

“It’s nothing,” you said with a shrug. 

“It’s not. She shouldn’t have said that. I know you wouldn’t do that to us, and so does Joanna.”

“I just met her, Leo,” you said, smiling up at him.

“And she already loves you. I never get to play dolls with her. She asked you the minute you walked in. I promise, she loves you and I love you, and grandma will, too. Just give her some time.”

“Okay.” He smiled and leaned down to peck your lips.

“She won’t love you though if you miss dinner. Let’s go.”

So you went down to dinner, and hoped that you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself. Leonard’s grandmother was really quite sweet, but you could tell she was very protective of her family. That week, you were going to have to prove that you would stick around for anything. Joanna didn’t seem to have any problem with you, she spent most of the dinner telling you about school and her classmates, barely paying attention to her father she hadn’t seen in over a year. 

After dinner, you and Leonard cleaned up while Joanna worked on homework. The slight noise of the TV told you that his grandma was in the living room.

“How’d I do?” you asked as you dried dishes.


After finishing the dishes, you walked upstairs and helped Joanna get ready for bed, even tucking her in with Leonard. She told you both goodnight sleepily, and you realized how tired your trip had made you. You and Leonard snuggled into the guest room bed a moment later.

“Joanna is great, Leo,” you said, glancing up at him in bed. “She’s so much like you.” He smiled and kissed your temple.

“Thanks. I can’t take the credit though. That was mostly her mom and grandma. I haven’t been around all that much.”

“You will be, though. Joanna’s a smart girl. She’ll keep in contact with you. And we can come stay in Georgia all the time. Hell, we could move out here.”

“Really?” he asked with a grin.


“I love you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you once more before falling fast asleep.

Chicks Have It So Much Easier - Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Summary: Sam’s cramps get the better of him, so you and Dean take a trip to the drugstore to try and make his time easier.

Words: 878

No Pairing (Implied Dean x Reader)

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Dean were in the library, looking up some old lore that you’d all gotten a bit rusty on, while Sam was in his room, ‘moping like a little bitch’.

“Hunting injuries are so much worse than these cramps,” Dean said dismissively, “I don’t see what his issue is.”

You rolled your eyes, “Some people’s are worse than others. You obviously don’t feel it like he does.”

He raised his perfectly plucked eyebrows at you, “You want to know what it feels like, Y/N?” he asked, before punctuating his explanation with graphic hand gestures, “It feels like somebody’s ramming their hand into my abdomen, grabbing all of my internal organs and twisting, slowly and constantly. All the while, a tiny leprechaun is dancing on my back and giving me back pain. It freaking hurts, but I’m not going to moan about it.”

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leafy x reader

The dusty road was slick with rain, illuminated by the dull glow of streetlight. It was somewhere in the am’s and I had a cigarette held loosely between my fingers, the bud long put out by the steady trickle of rain. The leather of my jacket clung to my skin, and trails of mascara ran down my face.

I passed Calvin’s house, slowing down to a stop. I made out his silhouette, his feet planted against the glimmering surface of his porch.  I waited, my hand resting on the top of his mailbox, in something like apprehension. His head lifted, and met mine through the darkness. I could barely make out his irises. But I knew the silky brown concealed behind the dark. I waited for a reaction, but he just dropped his head again.

I took a step forward, my boots echoing off the pavement. My heart clutched painfully in my chest, but I kept my eyes glued to the ground, tracing the drops of rain that ran down past my feet. I stopped just before his, the very edges of my boots touching his battered converse.

“Again?” His head bobbed up and down to my words. I could feel the desolation seeping through his fingertips, and falling with the rain down onto the seament. It wasn’t hard to pick up on. He closed his eyes, his long smoky eyelashes nearly touching his cheeks. I raised a hand towards his face, and watched him recoil slightly, his sad eyes finding mine again.

“Calvin, this is not your fault.”

He looked down, in defeat. His shoulders slumped, as I plonked myself down on the wet porch beside him.

“I feel so stupid.” He stated then, his body still. I felt my own rile up, as I planted my feet more firmly against the ground.

I sneaked a glance at him, before an idea sparked in my head, and I daringly took his hand in mine, intertwining them. “C’mon,” I began to pull him up, and he looked at me in confusion.

“Y/n, what are you-“

“We’re doing something stupid. Because we have a right to be young, and stupid. Let’s be reckless, if only for tonight.”

He raised a single eyebrow. “Y/N I’m not robbing a fucking bank if that’s-“  I pulled him up, cutting him off and I saw his eyes light up under the stars. I tugged on the end of his hoodie, and he fell in step behind me as we ran across the glassy road, the rain still beating down on us. His hand was firmly in mine, and I felt a laugh bubble up in my throat as we ran like maniacs under the rain soaked darkness.

Stopping just outside the building, I felt his grip on my hand loosen. And before he could question I tugged him around to the back, to where the fire escape let up to the roof. The stars were so much prettier in the quietness, on the rooftop. I shimmied into the very edge of the slide, feeling the water soaking my dark wash jeans as I sent him an excited smile over my shoulder. He shook his head, but slipped in behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist and his breath brushing over my ear.

“Y/N,” He muttered huskily, “You’re fucking crazy.” And then he launched us down the water slide. We were basked in darkness, and I felt the rush of water just before we hit the bottom, before being plunged in the cold water. My eyes shot open, and I felt the sting but I met his eyes underneath the icy surface, and I saw how they glowed.

I broke the surface, my hair sticking to my neck, as he waded across the water towards me, taking strides with purpose and determination, his eyes intense and never wavering. I felt a playful smile play at my lips, as I backed up to the edge of the pool and just before he met me, I hoisted myself up and out of the water.

I pulled my jacket off, shrugging out of my clothes. I felt his eyes on me; deep and burning with passion. It sent my emotions into a frenzy, as I locked my gaze with his, feeling more vulnerable under his stare.

I shot him a smile as he pulled himself out of the water. His pulled his baggy hoodie over his head, and I saw that his vans shirt was clung to his skin. I approached him, grabbing the hem and tugging it over his head. He shimmied out of his pants and I gave him a sly grin, placing my hands on his hard abdomen and pushing him back into the water before jumping in after.

I felt his hands on my waist, hot and burning as his eyes met mine. He kissed me like I was an endless, night sky sparkled with diamonds. He held me like I would slip through his fingers, into the water. I traced my fingers over his shoulder blades, feeling the skin silky under my touch, up around the nape of his neck, to curl themselves in his dark, messy hair.  His lips melted against mine, like sunlight streaming through  vacant windows and I fell victim to him, and the desire I felt towards him as I moulded myself against him. He kissed me more fiercely, making my knees go week, he hoisted me up so I wrapped my legs around his bare waist.

He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss against my forehead, his lips lingering for a second before he pulled back, his dark eyes meeting mine again, an emotion that I couldn’t identify running through his eyes. He pulled me closer to him, gazing up at the stars, and I was content to stay in his arms and watch his eyes illuminate under the moonbeams slicing through the water.

Insecurities [Joshua]

Summary: Joshua comforts you when you’re feeling insecure about yourself

Words: 0.8k

Genre: Slight fluff & angst

A/N: You’re all so beautiful, and Joshua loves you all 

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood. - Pt. 3

SummaryIn which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: R - there is slight smut included.

Requested?: No, I just had an idea for the third chapter.

Pairing: Callie/Calum, Reader/Luke

A/N: There is slight drama included in this chapter to make up for the boring second chapter, along with some slight smut to spice it up! Anyway, if you are lost and have no idea what is happening, parts one and two are here and here. Please send feedback and let me know what you think! This is the last chapter I can post until I know what people are thinking about the series thus far. Thanks for reading! :)

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**requested, Can I have an imagine where Madison Beer is flirting with Gilinsky, my boyfriend, & I get jealous and take him to our room and we fuck, knowing she can hear us ***

“Oh my god” you groaned to yourself as you stood from the kitchen, watching your boyfriend Jack Gilinsky and his ‘friend’ Madison Beer flirt in the living room. Okay maybe you were overreacting. Maybe they weren’t actually flirting but in your eyes if she was giggling at wherever he said and she places her hand his shoulder, That’s flirting. “Turkey or Ham Jack” you asked after coming out of hiding. The tone you used was a little more harsh than you had planned. Both their eyes focused on you for a second as he said turkey before he turned back to Madison. Of course he gets you to fix him a sand which and he can’t even say thanks. You huffed before heavily walking back into the kitchen. “I outta spit in on this” you mumbled to yourself. The anger getting the best of you. You sighed before setting the sand which on a plate and taking it to Jack. “Here” you said setting it down on the coffee table that was in front of the couch jack Madison sat on. “Oh thanks babe!” He beamed before taking a bite out of it. “Mm!” He exclaimed with a mouthful of the sand which. Madison watched him intensely as his jaw clenched with each chew. “I swear (y/n) makes the best sandwiches ” jack exclaimed, exaggerating the word best. You grinned slightly until Madison spoke up. “Really? Well you should try my sandwiches. I’d fix you one everyday. ” she said poking her chest out a little more than needed. “No need for that, I already do” you said through your teeth, a fake smile plastered on your face. “That is true” jack said completely oblivious to the tension building between you and Madison. She just rolled her eyes at you when Jack looked away before bringing her focus back to Jack. “Oh my gosh Jack you’ve gotten more built since the last time I saw you!” She said her voices pitch higher than usual. “You should flex” she suggested with an annoying giggle following behind. He raised an eyebrow before lifting his arm up, flexing for her. You glared as you watched her grab ahold of his arm, gawking at the muscles. “Oh my gosh they’re so big!” She said with glowing eyes. That’s it. that hit your breaking point. “Yeah you should see them when they’re flexing on both side of my head while he’s fuck-” “(Y/N)!” Jack interrupted, complete shock written all over your face. You smirked at the glare you were getting from Madison as Jack stared at you with shock. “Excuse me for one minute please” Jack mumbled before grabbing your arm and dragging you to your shared bedroom. The second he shut the door he automatically started questioning you. “(Y/n) what the fuck was that? I thought you didn’t like it when our sex life gets mentioned!? That’s was completely uncalled for and you just embarrassed me in front of her!” He exclaimed, obviously not happy with you. “I’m sorry jack” you ssid , a Tiny bit of guilt filling up in your stomach. “Its just I was jealous. She’s so Much prettier than me and she was all over you.. I don’t know I was just scared you’d like her more than me” you said looking down. “(Y/n), I’m all yours. She’s too full of herself. I don’t like girls like that. You’re the only one I want. ” he said his face closer than you had expected. You grinned before placing your lips against his. “Show me” you whispered in his ear. You quickly kissed his earlobe before kissing his jaw. “Show me that I’m all yours” you said seductively. Jack leaned back some so he could see your face. You smirked at him as his brown eyes got darker than usual. Before you knew it you were lifted from the edge of the bed, thrown to the top in a matter of seconds. “You being jealous is the hottest fucking thing” jack exclaimed before placing sloppy kisses along your neck. “Mhm just fuck me already jack” you moaned, not in the mood for foreplay. Jack happily obliged, lifting your shirt over your head and pulling your sweatpants down. You watched him as he stood at the edge of the bed, lifting his shirt over his head and taking his pants and boxers off. Your eyes widened as his huge member slapped against his stomach before he climbed over to you on the bed. You watched as he kissed the bottom of your stomach, sliding up until his shaft slid into you, filling you up. “Fuck me hard jack, make me scream so she knows who you’re with” you commanded in his ear. “Oh fuck” he groaned. You never really talked dirty but right Now you felt like you were in control. “Your wish Is my command baby girl” he said before pulling out and ramming back into you. “Fuck!” You yelled as he automatically hit your g-spot on the firs thrust. You placed your hands on his back as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast pace, the headboard of the bed hitting the back of the wall. “Dirty talk, total turn on” Jack groaned out as he continued to thrust at the same pace, not missing a beat. You moaned loudly, praying Madison could hear you. “You’re being a little slut baby girl, you want everyone to know jack Gilinsky is fucking you don’t you?” Jack said with a smirk on his face. By then you couldn’t even get words out he was moving so fast. In a matter of seconds, jack pulled your legs up over his shoulders, giving himself a better advantage. “Fuck jack!” You yelled. This time you didn’t do it purposely. Madison being in the other room had completely flew over your head as now all you could think about was how amazing this felt. You reached your hands down, scratching down his back as he pounded into you, the head board still banging against the wall. “Fuck I’m close” he groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier. You just nodded before grabbing his face in your hands and placing a sloppy kiss against his lips. As you continued to kiss him, you felt him twitch inside of you before he grunted loudly, bucking his hips against yours. You bucked your hips up as well before you finally came nearly out of breath. Jack rolled off of you, laying down next to you. “Still think I’m going to pick her over you?” He questioned after finally catching his breath. “Do you think she still believes she has a chance?” You replied back with a smirk. He grinned before shaking his head. You were about to get dressed before you heard a knock on the door. “Hey I’m going to head home okay, thanks for letting me stay over” madison said awkwardly. “Yeah okay, see you later” jack replied back before covering his mouth from giggling. When you both heard the front door shut, you bursted with laughter, covering your face now embarrassed of the way you were acting. “I can’t believe I talked dirty to you.” You said looking st the ceiling. “I can’t believe you said that in front of Madison ” he replied back with a smirk. You shrugged looking down T your hands. “I don’t know, I just hate the thought of losing you so my instincts kicked in. *sorry, exams coming so I’ve been studying! I’ll start posting more often now though****
best friends!got7

- so let’s say you’re an idol who’s in a sunbae group to got7, preferably from another company and you’re like rlly rlly popular and jyp one day brought you in to help got7 and assess them before they debut (kinda like a kpop star guest training round), and from then on, you guys have been friends

- your relationship has never been about who’s older or who’s in a more prestigious group, it has always been about your bond with each other

-  fans always tell you that they ship you with a member from got7 and you’re just like uh wut no

- you’re literally the mom

- you always bring takeout to their practice room whenever you drive by and you always hang out at their dorm when you have a day off and your apartment is too boring

- besides their manager, you’re the only one who also has a key to the dorm

- and they also have the key to your apartment

- so sometimes, at like 2am, you’d hear bustling in the kitchen, and you’d freak out like .. ., . holy shit who the fuck is in my house

- so you burst into the kitchen with a baseball bat to find seven boys in the dark with only the refridgerator with food stuffed up to their fucking cheekbones and all looking at you like ??? tf woman why you freaking out

- and you just pull them all by the ear out into the living room and give them a piece of your mind


- impromptu dance parties

- like they could be visiting you when you’re the last one in your practice room, trying to nail the choreography and it’s getting late, they surprise you by showing up and bringing jinyoung’s mom’s food and it ends with all of you prancing around the room dancing to either yours or their songs

- on your birthday, they’d all fuck with you and buy you shit like q-tips and napkins and toothbrushes

- will actually fight anyone who tries to go near you or hurts you

- you guys have the stupidest conversations

- “hey, y/n, can you smell this?”

- “jaebum, that’s your armpit”

- blows up your group chat with pictures of jaebum’s armpits

- your ringtone is a recording of youngjae singing because it’s beautiful but they didn’t know and one day they all heard it bc you forgot to turn it onto vibrate when your manager called you to go through your upcoming schedule and they haven’t let you live it down since

- you always buy them expensive gifts and they always get all excited and jump up and down like children on christmas morning

- and they always surprise you at the randomest times with gifts even though they’re usually on a budget when they go out, they love u that much

- you always have sessions of late late night talks where you gather at your apartment and drink and talk and laugh and act stupid and talk some more

- you’d always cook them meals whenever they’d come home from a concert or a tour or from overseas and they all give you huge, sloppy, disgusting kisses on the cheek for it

- your group and their group are close with each other now too, since you always drop by each others’ practice rooms and cook for each other and sometimes when they come over, your group would also be there too, so everyone’d just mingle and the awkwardness stage is far far gone

- always snapchats you videos of them after they watch your performance on tv like “THAT’S MY Y/N” and sings along to your song really loudly and crazily and “HEY WHY ARE YOU DRESSING SO PROVOCATIVELY” “WOW MAKEUP DOES A LOT” “WHY DO YOU LOOK PRETTIER ONSCREEN???” “I LIKE (bandmates’ names) MORE THAN YOU” and you literally block them all

- they all look up to you so much and anytime you have anything to say, they make sure they shut up and listen because it’s usually something important

- and sometimes, it’s just you shushing everyone really seriously and then waiting a few seconds before burping

- and half the boys groan and roll their eyes whilst the other half smiles proudly and high fives you

- calls you whenever they have to cook on their own or have to do their own laundry


- jyp always laughs at your relationship whenever you hang around each other and he likes you bc you’ve been in a group for a long time and he approves of you hanging around his babies so he’s always astonished abt how close you are as friends rather than sunbae-hoobae


- and that also calls for emotional moments between you guys

- being newer to the industry, there have been so many times when things could get too suffocating and you’ve told them before that it wasn’t going to be easy, and they’d come to you crying and asking for help and you’d give them words of encouragement and hold them

- and each member and you have different bonds

- jackson is your soul sibling, the one you never realized you’ve lacked until now– he and you are so similar and partners in crimes, the both of you together equals destruction, but you’re one of the few people who know how he’s really like and this child just needs to be held and comforted sometimes and he’s extremely emotional so coming to you with tears is very common and you listen to him and stay patient with him everytime

- mark, jaebum, and jinyoung the older brothers you never knew you’ve never had– anyone that dares to step in your way, they’d always want to have a word with (granted, all of them wouldn’t take that kind of crap), but they’d always let you know that they’re always there to protect you and that there will never be a moment when they won’t be there for you, and they’re the first ones you go to in the group if you just need shoulders to lean on

- youngjae is the little brother that you throw your arm around and noogie and tease and body slam and punch and slap and poke because he’s probably the one who you hang out with the most, he’s a satoori boy and you guys would never have a dull moment together, and the things you two do are just so coordinated like you know each other like the back of your hand and you know that choi youngjae is the most precious thing alive and you wouldn’t change it for the world

- bambam and yugyeom are the two guys that always ALWAYS have your back, and out of the entire group, they’re the ones that always message you first as a congratulations after winning no.1 or the first ones to always come by and see how you’re doing or buy you stuff if you’re under the weather or just having a bad day, and time and time again, you thank your lucky stars you have people like them

- they always claim that you’re the reason they are who they are and that you’ve helped shape them both as a band and as people and they claim that without you, sometimes they’d find life with a little less reason to live for

- you’ve always told them that this life wasn’t going to be easy, this industry wasn’t going to easy, but you have watched them since day 1 and you know that these seven boys are more than just manufactured and put through a process to have to fake a bond to become a band– these boys are among the most genuine people you’ve ever met and seeing how they interact, not with just you, but with each other every single day, is enough to make you proud of them as both a sunbae and a best friend and from the start, your relationship has never been about the age or who’s the sunbae or who’s the hoobae, you wonder every day how lucky you are to have found people like them because they’ll never know this, but they’ve brought in so much more for you in YOUR life than you could ever do for them and nothing could ever change that


From this request:  I want to request a cas one shot. where the reader is the first angel to have been born in like forever so she is the youngest but is still like centuries old) & is very pretty. lucifer (as if he’s out of the cage and good again) and Gabriel want to court her, but she ends up falling for awkward castiel. luci and Gabe get jealous at the end, but move on

*Cas-centric, I suppose


It’s strange to think of someone who’s witnessed nine centuries as a baby.

But that’s exactly how most of the other angels viewed you. How they treated you was varied, though. Some pitied you, some treated you as if you were a fragile young thing, some ignored you, some hated you for no discernable reason (but don’t most older children hate the babies of the family, thinking that they get special treatment?).

You didn’t really care. The only opinion of you that mattered was that of your Father’s.

Until recently.

You’d heard of him but hadn’t actually had a chance to meet Castiel until a few years ago. He was pleasant enough and didn’t treat you like a child. He treated you like an equal and that, paired with his astonishingly adorable face, made you develop what the humans called a ‘crush’ on him (the title still confused you—why would you want to crush something that brought you joy?).

And it seemed that once the two of you met, you kept running into each other. Each meeting filled you with immense joy but also turned you into a bundle of nerves. You desperately wanted to impress Castiel. You wanted him to think you were special. You wanted him to praise you.

You wanted him to want you.

But the other angel seemed slightly distant from you, never engaging with you longer than necessary. Slowly, your feelings began to ground themselves. Your reasoning kicked in. There was no reason an angel who’d been around since the start of humanity would ever want to get involved with one who’s centuries weren’t even in the double digits.


“Hey, Luci, I didn’t know you were out of your cage.”

“Shut it, Gabriel.”

“Someone’s cranky.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes slightly. He was used to his younger brother’s antics, but he was in no mood for them at the moment. He went back to what he was doing before Gabriel had appeared.

“What are you looking at?” Gabriel asked, looking in the same direction. “Well, hello.”

“Gabriel, I swear to–”

“Watch that blasphemous tongue, brother dear.” Gabriel cocked his head towards you. “Who’s she?”

“Seriously? That’s Y/N.”

“Okay… and from your tone I’m sensing that I should know her because…”

“She’s the youngest angel?”

“Wait. That’s the baby of our family? But she’s so much prettier than me.”

“You know that’s not how our genetics work, right?”

“Lighten up, Luci.” Gabriel paused, looking from you to his brother. “So, what, you like her or something?”

“Shut up.”

“You do!”

“Gabriel. Shut. Up.”

Gabriel waved him off, walking off towards you. He was jerked back by Lucifer, who grabbed his shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed.

“Come on, brother. I’m gonna go talk you up to her! You’re not gonna get anywhere with her if you just sit over here, lurking.”

Lucifer’s jaw clenched slightly but he released his brother. It was true that Gabriel was better at making first impressions.

Gabriel gave a mock sigh and straightened out his shirt. Then he shot a wink to his brother and headed over to you.


“Hey there.”

You looked up from the book you were reading and dropped it out of surprise. The archangel reached out and grabbed the book before it hit the ground.

“Whoopsie,” he said, handing the book back to you with a smile.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. There was an archangel standing in front of you. An archangel. You never dreamed that you’d meet one of them.

“I’m Gabriel,” the angel said, sitting on the bench next to you.

“I know.” You shook your head, feeling a blush creep up your face. “I mean, I’ve heard of you.”

The angel smiled again. “And yet I know so little about you.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re just a lowly regular angel. We kind of slip through the cracks, getting overlooked.”

“I can’t imagine you ever being overlooked. You’re much too pretty.”

There was no doubt in your mind that your face was completely red now. You stuttered and mumbled your thanks.

“Listen, there’s someone who wants to meet you,” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers.

You squeaked when you saw that Lucifer was standing in front of you. You were still trying to get used to being in the presence of one archangel.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Luci…” Gabriel looked up and saw his brother’s glare. “…fer. Lucifer, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lucifer said, gazing down at you.

You felt faint.


It had been two weeks since you’d met the archangels. They’d taken you under their wing (literally) and had stuck by your side, an almost permanent bond. Not that you minded. You liked them—Lucifer was sweet to you, and Gabriel never failed to make you smile with his tricks.

There were a few times when you thought you sensed some sort of fight between the brothers, as if they were trying to out-do the other. The idea that they were fighting over you tickled at the back of your mind, but you pushed it away. There was no way two angels, let alone two archangels would be interested in you like that.

One day, you were sitting with Lucifer and Gabriel when Castiel appeared. You’d been in the middle of a story but at the sight of the angel your voice failed and the story disappeared from your lips.

“What do you want, little brother?” Gabriel asked.

“Dean is very adamant that you return his gun to working condition.”

“It works.” Gabriel turned to you, winking. “It just shoots a little ‘bang’ flag out instead of bullets.”

You felt a laugh building in your throat but seeing how displeased Castiel was, it died there.

Lucifer carefully watched the interaction, studying you.

“Fine,” Gabriel said, with a wave of his hand. “Trick over.” Castiel stayed planted in front of the three of you, looking at you. “You can go now.”

Castiel gave a little nod and poofed away. You felt your face drop a bit, but tried to keep it from the archangels.

“Gabriel,” Lucifer said, standing. “I need to speak with you.”

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow at his brother but stood and followed him a few steps away. “What?”

“We need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Trying to court Y/N.”

Gabriel scoffed. “What, you think you can pull that trick over on me? Get me to agree to stop trying under the pretense that you will too, just so you can swoop in and steal her from me? Fat chance.”

“Gabriel, I’m serious.”


“Because she’s in love with Castiel. Didn’t you see the way she looked at him?”

Gabriel pouted slightly. “You saw that too, huh?”

Lucifer nodded. “And I think he feels the same about her.” He sighed. “As much as I hate that little puffball with wings, I think we should let Y/N have what she wants.”

Who she wants,” Gabriel corrected. He paused for a moment. “But come on, Luci. He’s so awkward. There’s no way he’d ever be able to start a courtship with her.”

“Then we’ll just have to help him.”


“That’s what good older brothers do.”

Gabriel tilted his head. “Your time in the cage really changed you, you know that?”

“Shut up.”


You checked the address written on the scrap of paper Lucifer had given you. You were at the right place. But where was he?

You wandered around the abandoned bookstore, running your fingers over the leather-bound spines. You weren’t sure why Lucifer had asked you to meet him here, but you certainly didn’t mind the atmosphere.

As you turned the corner, you ran into Castiel.


“Oh!” you squeaked as you bumped into his chest. “I’m sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. He looked down at you. “Y/N?”

Just hearing him say your name made you blush. “Hi, Castiel.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Lucifer asked me to meet him here.”

“Strange. Gabriel requested I meet him here as well.” Castiel looked around. “I haven’t seen either of them, though.”

A strange idea formed in the back of your mind, but you pushed it away. It was just as silly as thinking that two archangels were fighting over you.

At that moment, a book flew off the shelf. It lay on the floor, open. Castiel bent down and picked it up. Looking down at the pages, a single sentence stood out to him.

Ask her out.

Castiel squinted his eyes, confused. He carefully put the book back on the shelf.

Another book flew out, landing in front of you. You picked it up and glanced at the page it was open to.

He likes you, too.

You froze on the spot, the book shaking slightly in your hands. Feeling Castiel watching you, you shook your head slightly and put the book back. What was going on?

A third book flew off and landed on Castiel’s foot.

Dammit, brother, just do it!

Castiel looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He put the book back. “Come on, Y/N. Perhaps we should leave.”

Before the two of you could step away, another book fell. This one remained closed. The two of you bent down to pick it up, your fingers brushing against each other’s.

The air was still, the silence heavy. You carefully raised your gaze and found yourself staring into the depths of Castiel’s ocean-blue eyes. He glanced down at your hands, fingers still touching. Looking back up, he spoke.

“Y/N, I… I am drawn to you.”

Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest. It was pounding so loud in your ears that you barely heard what he said next.

“I would like… I mean, if you’d allow me…”


“I would like to court you.”

The words shocked both of you, but filled you with so much joy. You smiled gently at the angel. “I’d like that very much.”

He returned your smile. The two of you stood, Castiel holding the book in his hands. He glanced at the cover before he returned it to the shelf.

On the cover was a picture of Gabriel, winking and giving a thumbs-up. Lucifer was behind him, giving a slight smile. Castiel smiled down at the cover, silently thanking them, before sliding the book back into its place.

Then the angel tentatively reached down and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the store and into the future.

Bts reaction to you loosing weight

“how would BTS react to you losing weight to be pretty or loosing weight for them”
Jin: He would look at your body and start to see the slow but noticeable difference. “Jagi! You’re looking thinner” he’d simply say. When notices your face light up “I do?” he’d lower his head while walking over to you. “You don’t need to lose weight to look better especially for me… I love you no matter what”

Suga: He would start to notice gradual changes and he’d start getting worried. He’d try to approach you in a non offensive way. “Babe are you loosing weight?” When you answer something like “Yes Oppa! I look good now no?” He’d get upset not at you but at himself “You’ve always looked good! Please don’t loose more I love way you look”

Rapmon: He’s a dad hes going to notice and notice quickly. He’d see it more in your face. Your once chubby cute cheeks he loved weren’t so plump anymore. When he noticed you weren’t eating so much he’s really flip and ask you. “Babe you’ve been looking thinner” “I’ve been loosing weight to look good for you” he’d be really disappointed in himself for making you feel like that. “y/n the way you looked before was perfect don’t loose weight for me… I loved your size”

Jhope: You have been working out a lot more even eating less and he would notice how much weight you were loosing and fast. He’d come up to you and talk to you. “Y/n are you trying to loose weight?” He’d ask when you replied “I’m trying to become more beautiful..” He’d look you dead in the eyes. “You’re loosing weight to become beautiful? Y/n you were beautiful before.. Youre loosing to much and it’s hurting you I loved your curves”

Jimin: Jimin would automatically notice.. He’s been through some weight things himself. When he sees you eating less and working out and dancing a ton more he’s going to get really concerned. He’d try to approach you gently “babe? You’re looking thinner are you okay?” You’d look at him and smile “I’m okay I’m loosing weight for you! So I can be toned and prettier” his heart would drop at your words “y/n! Please don’t ever say those things again. I love you so much and your getting to thin to fast please eat more and if you want to loose a couple we can work out together but I don’t want you doing to much your to small to begin with it will hurt you.”

V: When he sees you looking skinnier.. He’ll notice in your face, arms and legs before he sees it in your tummy. He wouldn’t be to worried till he notices you eat less and want to do more exercise. Hell confront you and ask if your okay. “You’re not doing this for me are you?” When you look down a little embarrassed he’d come closer pulling your hands and sitting you on his lap. “Listen to me” he said moving a piece of hair from your face “ you do NOT have to loose weight for me. You are already perfect to me. I want you healthy and what your doing isn’t going to do that. Please don’t do it anymore”

Jungkook: Jungkook would be a little oblivious as you start to lose more weight. He’d start to be a bit more curious when he notices you getting smaller. He’d brush it off but then the other boys might chime in saying the same thing. He’d pull you aside and ask “baby are you getting skinner” he’d notice your face drop a little “I thought If I lost weight you’d think I was prettier” he’d get mad at himself for not noticing before “y/n you don’t need to do that. I love you no matter your size I feel in love with your personality..”

Daughter of Odin (Part 8/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 7


“I’m telling you, (Y/N), this is gonna work,” Sam smiled with a clap of his hands, rubbing them together in anticipation as he watched out the front door of the tower.  “It’s pretty much almost completely fool-proof for the most part.”

“Your confidence is inspiring, Sam.”

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“I’m just flexin’ on my ex bitch..” I rapped as the song X blared throughout my Rolls Royce. I drove all the way across town to the hood to go see this bitch, and she was on some bullshit. I stay up north and I’m all the way on the west side. I got beef with niggas, I can’t be riding around freely this late. 

I let her know before I came that we was just gone fuck. No Netflix and chill, none of that. Fuck I look like?

When I got there, she was already fucking up asking me was I hungry. I started kissing on her, and she goes, “Jay wait, we can’t watch a movie first?” That shit pissed me off.

I told her if I wanted to watch a movie, I would’ve went to the movie theater so is we fucking or not. You won’t believe what came out her mouth.  

I’m a virgin.

I left so fucking quick. That’s exactly why I don’t got a girlfriend now. Hoes be lying. Bitch had some breath that was outta this world, but I heard all around town that she got some good pussy. Why else would I drive an hour away?

I’m bout to start charging fees to come see these hoes. My dick is gold. Shit shouldn’t be free.

Shaking my head at the thought, I started to eat some of the fries I bought. This long drive had a nigga starving. I had bought Five Guys, because I was craving a burger for the longest.

It was late at night, pitch black outside. A nigga was bout to take a shower and go to sleep when I got home.

Passing through the woods, I noticed a girl messing with her gas tank. She looked familiar. It was freezing out here, but that wasn’t my problem. Her dumb ass should’ve never drove all the way out here without putting gas in her car.

As I was about to take a bite out of my burger, my phone started ringing. Answering the call, Odell’s voice blared throughout the car. His aggy ass.

“Wassup bih?” I answered as he started smacking on something. This nigga dead ass eats like a cow.

“Yo, I need a huge favor from you.” He said, making me roll my eyes. This nigga always wanted me to do some bizarre ass shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked me to jump off a cliff with him.

“Spill..” I sighed as I pulled over so I could eat. I could barely drive so driving and eating was hard for me.

“My sister ran out of gas and she all the way in the West. You said you be ubering and shit right?”  He said as I choked on my drink. I was starting to realize that his sister was the girl I just passed.

“Yea nigga, but what that gotta do with me? I ain’t on duty right now. I’m finna go home and relax. Beat my meat..” he chuckled before sighing.

“Nigga, I don’t want my sis out there this late.” He said as I sucked my teeth.

“Right right, which is why YOU should come get her.” I said scrolling down my timeline on instagram.

“Why would I do that when that’s like an hour away and you already out there? By the time I get there, she might be gone.”

“Well chop chop, nigga you wasting time.” I said, clapping. I was dead ass.

“Damn, I remember all them times I had your ba-” he started to say but I cut him off. He always said that shit whenever he wanted a favor from me.

“Shut the fuck up, man.” I cut him off as he chuckled.

“Fine I’ll get her, but I need bout 500.” I said before hanging up in his face. This nigga was born rich so 500 was nothing for him.

Turning around, I started to make my way back towards where the woods were. When I reached her car, I got out and walked over to her.

“Get in.” I told her as she scrunched up her face. Why bitches gotta be so difficult for?

“Who are you?”

“Look, either you can stand out here in the cold and look stupid and get kidnapped, or you can get in my expensive ass car that got a bomb ass heater.” I told her, not really giving a fuck if she got in or not.

After a few seconds of silence, I just shrugged and got back in my car. I’m not about to waste my time and play with her. I could be at home beating my dick right now.

As soon as I started to drive off, Odell started calling me. “Yo sister must wanna get kidnapped.” I answered. I wish I would stand in some damn woods by myself. I’m black.

“Chill, I just told her who you were now go back.” He said before hanging up. Since I didn’t go that far, I just started driving backwards to where she was.

“You gone get in now or not?” I asked turning my music down.

Getting a few things out of her car, she walked over to the passenger side and opened the door before getting in. I got a glance at her and noticed that she was bad. She had wild curly hair, a baby face, smooth cream colored skin, cute lil button nose, pink plump lips, and a nice lil shape.

When she looked at me, I looked away. Turning my music all the way up, I sped off hoping there wasn’t traffic on the freeway.

“Thanks for coming to get me.” She said as she turned my radio down. Oh nah, she fucked up. After this one bitch spilled soda in my car, I don’t want nobody touching a damn thing but that seatbelt.

“Yea..” I said as I looked at her before turning my music back up. The audacity of her to even touch my radio..

“So, what’s your n-” she started to say as she cut my music down again. She was prettier when she was quiet.

“Look, I would appreciate it if you stopped touching shit. Yo brother didn’t say to pick you up and play 21 questions. Just sit back and be quiet. Please and thank you.”

“Rude much?” She mumbled underneath her breath, but I just let her slide.

“Put ya address in.” I told her as I handed her my phone. Once she put her address in, I noticed that it was in the same area I lived at.

“You stay over there?” I asked her as I started going towards the way my condo was. After what felt like forever, I finally reached my destination.

“Yea, I just moved in not too long ago.” She said as she took her seat belt off and got out of the car. “Thanks for the ride..” she said with a smile before going over to the building.

“Wait girl! Where my money at? This ain’t free.” I told her before she went into the building.

Sighing she reached in her purse and started to walk over to me. Slapping a dollar in my hand, I almost slapped the shit outta her.

“Stop playing wit me.” I mugged her as she rolled her eyes and gave me a 20 before walking away.

“Have a nice night!” I yelled out, smiling. Pulling out my phone, I shot Odell a quick text.

Me: I want my money at 10 sharp nigga. Not 10:03 not 10:36.

Getting my food out of the car, I noticed her phone in my passenger seat. Leaving it, I locked my doors and made my way inside the building. If she wanted it, she’d come get it.

Stepping onto the elevator, I pressed 3 and waited patiently.

Unlocking the door to my condo, I stepped in and shut the door behind myself. It was mad cold in here for no reason. “Weather done slapped me in the face.” I chuckled to myself.

Checking the time on my watch, it read 4:52. I had to have this painting ready for Ms. Walter by 7.

Guess I ain’t gone be beating my meat tonight..