it's 3 in the morning and i had feels ok leave me alone

Movie Night Part 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3387

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, semi-public fingering, sexual penetration, teasing, fluff… the works.

Request: How would you feel about doing a part 3 to movie night? If not, I understand but I would like to read more! - Anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I got lost in the smutty goodness! (This can be read as a stand alone!)

Part One - Part Two

Alone time was hard to find in this compound.

You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.

It was driving you mad.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.

“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.

You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.

Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”

You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.

You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.

Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.

“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.

You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.

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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: part 3!! things are getting more intense, let me know if you like where its going! also just a reminder, the tag list for this fic is closed for the moment so please dont’t ask!

Part 1 Part 2

Waking up is torture because it feels so good. You’re warm in a way that doesn’t just feel skin deep, but more like every bone is glowing with something so satisfying it almost aches. It takes you a few sweet, sleepy seconds to realise exactly why you’re waking up more well rested than you’ve ever been in your life, and then the whole illusion shatters.

Sometime in the night you and Bucky had shifted until he was lying on his back, long legs dangling off the end of the couch and his arms wrapped tight around you curled up on his chest. Sun streaks warm through the windows and glass walls - glass walls, because you fell asleep in your office literally on top of Bucky. You make a highly undignified squeak and try to sit up, which only succeeds in dislodging Bucky’s grip on you and sending you crashing to the floor.

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That’s my girl (part3)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Plot: (Requested) part 3 of “That’s my girl“

Word Counting : 815

Pairing : Theoxreader

Warnings : spoilers of s6 ep14-17 (I think)

Requested by: @lynnperkins32

part2 part1 

Thankfully after a few hours at the hospital, everyone was ok, Scott’s and Y/n’s parents were recovering from the surgery, and so were mason and Lydia.

Theo was pretty relieved to find out that y/n only needed some stitches, but the hard part was when Scott and Malia had to hold him down not to go in y/n’s room were the nurses stitched up y’n’s waist. It was even harder when he heard her muffled shrieks. After some painful minutes she was done. Her brother went inside followed by Malia and Theo.

“How are you feeling?” Scott asked

“A little sore, but, I should be better by the morning, they said I’ll be able to leave.” She whispered with heavy eyes. When she looked up at Theo she could see hurt in his eyes.” Theo… it’s ok don’t worry”

“No! It’s not!” He spoke loudly “This is getting out of hand!, can’t you see?” without waiting for an answer he continued “they are so blind by fear and well, hate that they are willing to hurt even innocent people, not just us, but also you!”

It was the first time Scott and Malia agreed with Theo after a long time. “I don’t care what’s it gonna take “ Theo said towards Scott “ but we have to stop this.


When y/n left the hospital Theo was overprotective over her. It was kind of annoying, but, Scott felt a lot better when he new that his little sister had someone who could take care of her, especially now.

The couple headed to the school to make sure that Liam was under control. That monster from the wild hunt was effecting hi too, and he was too dangerous to be left alone.

The last thing Theo saw Liam do was grabbing Gabe and drag him towards the locker rooms.

When Theo heard that Gabe was the one that shot up the house, he was about to go tear him apart, but y/n stopped him. He also thought about her brother, and how they shouldn’t really give any reasons for the hunter to believe everything Gerard was saying.

When the whole thing started getting out of hand, Theo finally decided it was time to put a leash on Liam. His words seemed to hit a nerve and Liam let Gabe free. Liam then turned to Theo and said “you made your point”

“And you didn’t kill him. That’s progress” Theo was really trying to prove himself and y/n knew it. She never regretted her choice of giving him another chance after his doings.

“Why do you keep trying to save me? You think it will make Scott forget about everything you did? And just let you into the pack?” Liam said fully attacking him “Scott’s never gonna trust you”

“Liam! That’s enough!” y/n was getting tired of everyone doubting everything Theo did. Although boyfriend didn’t seem to get hurt by Liam’s word and spoke “You might want to remember what Scott’s goal has been all along. Keep people alive” But this time it was Gabe’s voice that was heard “He should try harder”

“What are you talking about?” Liam questioned the young boy.

“You don’t know do you?”Gabe said

“Know what?” Theo continued

When Gabe hesitated, it was Theo’s time to grab him and push him into the mirror. This gesture made Gabe talk “about the other bodies”

“What other bodies” Liam y/n and Theo looked at each other.

When Theo was about to let Gabe free he pushed once again his head into the mirror and whispered in his ear “If you will ever hurt my girlfriend, I promise you, just some scratches on your face will only be the warm up of what would come” Gabe quickly nodded and leaded the way to where he and Aaron kept the bodies hidden.


It was not long before the team found out that Aaron was the one they were actually lookin for,

“Which means you’ve been helping it.”Theo added “Idiot”

“I don’t even know what you guys are talking about” He said defensively  “I was just helping Aaron it was his idea to test everyone.”

“Who is Aaron?” Theo asked

“He is on the lacrosse team” Liam informed “He’s a freshman”

“What the f…..” Y/n whispered only for herself to be heard

“Aaron didn’t wanna find more of us” Liam spoke again

“He wanted to find his other half” Y/n added

“He is the anuk-ite”

After the realization they went to inform the others but not before y/n threw a punch into Gabe’s face making loose his balance a little bit and told him

“I hope that you didn’t thought that I would let our encounter the other day go by like that…. You should know better than mess with me” which earned a muffled laugh form Theo who put an arm around her shoulders and kiss her forehead telling, “That’s my girl”  

In the past 6 months i’ve gone from thinking there is no way Robert is the father of Rebecca’s baby, to resigned to the fact he is but hating it and now i’m back at the baby isn’t Rob’s + the ONS never happened.

I’ve done the one thing i was trying so hard not to do and that is get my hopes up of an ending to this storyline that i’d love/accept. I can’t ignore what my gut told me back in April and what it is telling me now.

I’m not trying to convince anyone or get anyone’s hopes up so they can be dashed later.  I just wanted to articulate the main reasons i’m on board team Theory™ (copyright Theory queen @itwasjustmisplaced).  Something may happen next week or in 3 weeks that makes me change my mind again but for now these are the signs i’ve seen.

This became a bit of an essay so read after the break.

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Professor Evans (3/?)

Summary: Y/N starts assisting Chris but she gets nervous, not knowing if she would be a good assistant or not. 

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Student!Reader 

Word Count: 1,194

Warnings: Not one thing this very fluffy, to the point they even match their clothing 

A/N: Ok this isn’t too exciting but I promise it will get exciting, the next chapter is going to be very interesting. I might give you guys a sneak peek! Thanks for reading, feedback is very much appreciated. 

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/N’s mornings were usually known as crazy. She would be running around trying to get all of her things in order, swearing at her printer that was taking its slow sweet time. But this Monday morning was hectic, it was her first day as Chris’s assistant and she had woken up late and had “nothing” to wear. Well, nothing that could make her look sophisticated but not too much to where she didn’t look her age. Y/N didn’t know why she was stressing, Chris probably didn’t care about what she wore, but he was the one guy that every person, including the other professors, had their eyes on.There was a reason to look decent, so she grabbed her blue jeans, a white shirt, and her long black cardigan and raced to actually start the getting ready process.

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2 AM (m)

pairings: park jimin | reader, mention of min yoongi | reader
genre: lovers to strangers au / angst, smut 
warnings: heartbreak, phone sex
word count: 3,024
description: all your favorite things happened at 2 AM. unfortunately, time flew until before you knew it he was gone like the hour.
author’s note: this is based on a personal experience of mine. just ventured through some old feelings. re-uploaded!

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|Fluff and Fallen Leaves| Peter Parker

Request: Hello! I discovered your blog today and I love your stories so much!!!! I was wondering if I could make a request. Could you write a story about Peter and the reader doing cute Fall activities together while maybe incorporating some Spider-Man stuff in there? And can you make it super fluff lol. I know it isn’t Autumn yet but I seriously love Fall way too much, it just makes me happy haha. Thank you so much!

A/N: HI I’M SORRY IM LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON EVER AND HAVENT POSTED IN WEEKS (school is sttarrting up) so here’s a requested fic. uuhhh i didn’t know what you meant by fall activities so i just did this cute lil fluffy madness :#3 (also didn’t know what u meant by incorporating Spider-Man stuff?? but hope this is ok BASICALLY THIS IS BARELY LIKE THE REQUEST LOL)

@logoless helped me get out out of my writers block so thanks, love! and @sk2draws for the moral support.

Warnings: menion of robbery, kiss ;3, cringe, awkwardness, cutesie peter + reader, SCHOOL 

Words: 1331

Originally posted by pretty-gifs

2 more minutes

My foot tapped the floor rhythmically. It felt as if the long hand on the clock was moving slower than my 70-year-old history teacher was speaking. I gave my attention back towards the front of the classroom.

“And… The homework is page- one-hundred-sixty.” My teacher said sluggishly. I groaned internally and looked back at the clock. A smile inched its way onto my face.

56 more seconds

I bit my lip and tapped the desk with my index finger.

“Come on- come on…” I mumbled under my breath.

30 more seconds

15 more seconds

6 more seconds

“Hey- Y/N-” Before my partner, MJ, sitting beside me could finish her sentence, that glorious last bell rung. I jumped out of my seat, grabbing my bag.

“Sorry- gotta go- got plans,” I said, running out of the classroom and almost tripping twice.

“Gotta find Peter- Gotta find Peter…” I repeated over and over in my head. I walked towards his locker and took in a deep breath when I saw that familiar curly brown hair over the crowd of kids. “I can do this… totally…” I bit my lip once again and stopped a few feet away from him. His back was turned to me and he was putting a few of his books back into his locker. I reached out my hand to tap his shoulder and without me even touching him he turned to face me. My hand shot back to my side and I blushed.

“Y/N- Hi- I was just gonna come meet you at your class,” Peter said, smiling and shutting his locker.

“Oh, well I just saved you from doing more exercise.” I grinned and wrapped my hand in my scarfs fringe. He re-adjusted his backpack strap and I started walking down the hall. He bounded after me and slipped his hands into his pockets. “T-Thanks for walking me home- by the way. I just didn’t want to walk home alone again… Not after last time.” I nervously laughed.

“Why did you laugh? Being robbed isn’t funny. He probably thinks you’re psychotic!” I kept my eyes on the floor as he pushed the main doors open. The frosty air tickled my nose and we walked down the steps into the street.

“I mean- I want you to be safe. You’re my best friend. It freaks me out when stuff like that happens to you.” I smiled slightly as we started walked west down the slick side walk. It hasn’t snowed yet, but the morning dew from the grass gets breezed over to the sidewalk, which freezes over and makes it even harder to walk.

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Ivar imagine #7 “help I’ve fallen and am perfectly capable of getting up but refuse to”

It was an arranged marriage. Your father was a big supporter of King Ragnar. He would do anything for Ragnar as they were friends as boys. When you had been born the two men would often joke about you and Ivar marrying. It was always a joke until Ragnar wanted to raid Paris. Your father was many things loyal was only one of them. He had long decided he wanted to be a man of many trades. The one he seemed to love most was breaking horses. It isn’t mean just an expression. That was what he would tell you as a girl you were so terrified to see a man you look up to hurt an animal no matter how many times he told you it wasn’t mean you couldn’t bring yourself to learn how to train horses so they were rideable. It no longer mattered because now you sat at a table with your father across from King Ragnar and Queen Aslaug discussing your arranged marriage to their youngest Ivar.

You couldn’t help but notice the look in the eyes of Queen Aslaug as she listened to the conversation. It was a sad look. You understood she would be sad to marry her last son off but the look seemed to go deeper. She meet your eye and the sad look only deepened. Your father and Ragnar stood telling you and Queen Aslaug they were going to go for a walk to talk about logistics. Leaving you alone with Aslaug they left and took all conversation with them. Aslaug broke the silence “I love my son. I would do many things for him. Finding him a woman to spend the rest of his life with is not one of those things.” You nodded. You knew she wasn’t fond of this marriage it wasn’t hard to see. “I know you might not be happy but maybe your son could be happy with me.” Aslaug listened to you talk but she laughed after you finished. “Ivar will never be happy not the way you and I are happy. Ivar is different. Ivar is cold. Ivar is unkind. I am sorry your father and Ragnar are marrying a girl like you to a boy like him.” With that she stood leaving you frozen.

All you wanted to do was disappear. The words Aslaug said whirled around your head. Different. Cold. Unkind. She said she was sorry and it truly looked like she meant it. It horrified you what kind of man was your father marrying you to? Your father always told you if he had to marry you off that he would at least choose someone you could love one day. Did he lie? Every time he said that was it a lie? You couldn’t look at him when he came home you were sure of that. Gathering your furs on your bed you curled into yourself thinking of the stories you heard of Ivar. In some way or the other they fit different, cold, and unkind. Closing your eyes you hoped you didn’t have to spend a lot of time with Ivar before the marriage.

The next week you spent hiding from Ivar. His brothers would talk to you sometimes Bjorn and Ubbe seemed the most genuine. Hvitsverk seemed to wait for you to say something what you weren’t sure but you knew he wanted you to confirm something to him and it made you uneasy. Talking to Sigurd was another feeling altogether. It was confusing and frustrating. It seemed to go further than Hvitsverk but in a mean or malicious way unlike anything you have ever seen you tried not to talk to Sigurd more than you tried to avoid your intended.

The week came and went. Soon your father cornered you “Where have you been y/n?” Before you could make up some lie he spoke again “Ivar is sitting in the throne room with his mother and father. Ragnar and Aslaug are gathering all the Ragnarssons to make the announcement that you and Ivar will marry during the full moon 3 nights from now.” “Father…” you started to tell him your reservations about marrying a man you barley know but he cut you off again “Y/n now! We must not be late for such a grand announcement.” Pulling you by your arm he walked into the throne room. Just inside you could see all the Ragnarssons sitting with Ivar. Looking more closely you could see Hvitserk and Sigurd poking fun at Ivar. Your father sighed as Ragnar got the attention of everyone in the room making Hvitserk and Sigurd fall quiet leaving Ivar alone but unhappy.

“Everyone please quiet down. I have an announcement to make. My youngest Ivar Ragnarsson is to be married to y/n on the full moon 3 nights from now!” As Ragnar made the announcement you and Ivar made eye contact for the first time in a week and you felt something in the room shift. It was like a when you were little and you heard thunder for the first time your father was on a hunt celebrating a friend’s new child. The thunder had scared you so bad you hid under the furs of your bed and everything felt ok. Hiding under the furs and looking at Ivar felt the same.

The next 3 days came and went. It was the day of your marriage. You still had not spoken to Ivar. In all honesty you were scared to. The ceremony came and went just as fast as the announcement had. Sitting in the throne room next to Ivar you listened to Ragnar and your father speak of many plans they had for the two of you. As the night passed slow but your cup of ale filled as fast as ever. It seemed like every sip it magically filled more. Ivar seemed to always catch your eye you knew he must have something to do with how much ale was in your cup at all times.

Ivar looked drunk. But how did you know you had never seen Ivar drunk. Well you had never seen Ivar do anything really. Your cup of ale seemed always full as did Ivar’s. People started to leave and retire to their homes. It was almost too quickly that you and your father were alone with the Ragnarssons. Your father excused himself after saying he loves you and telling you he is proud of you and Ivar. Ivar leaned to you “do you wish to go to the cabin y/n?” His eyes were hooded and he just spoke the most he had that night but you couldn’t say no. “Yes Ivar.” He grabbed his crutches as he led you to the cabin. As you walked alongside him you two spoke about how he and all of the Ragnarsson men built this cabin for you two to live in after the marriage.

It was custom that the man would build the cabin but as Ivar is crippled he would never be able to build the whole thing without injuring himself in some way you thought it was sweet Ivar was trying to make conversation at least now away from prying eyes. Once inside the cabin you both now shared Ivar sat with his back to you as he took out his braids for the day. You turned to him “Ivar…” He noticed your hesitation so he turned to look at you “I will not push you to do anything you are not comfortable with y/n you are my wife now… I need you to know that.” You smiled “Thank you Ivar. One more thing… Ivar I had many women help me into this dress and I don’t know if I can untie it myself.” You blushed he was used to shield maidens and girls that can protect themselves not girls that were stuck in their wedding dress.

Ivar nodded making a motion for you to come closer. You faced away from him as he untied your dress as you waited you noticed how careful he was not to rip it. You had heard many stories of men on their wedding nights and how they would rip off the clothing of their bride. Many of the women that helped you get dressed told you stories of how their husbands didn’t even wait until they were away from prying eyes. Waiting for Ivar you couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t interested in you in that way. Ivar was taking his time so when he rested his hands on your hips you thought he was done but you thought wrong and you pulled away. Hearing a thud you turned only to see Ivar on the ground seeming stunned “help I’ve fallen and am perfectly capable of getting up but refuse to” he laughed. You stood frozen. How could you hurt your husband? Laughing at your expression he said “its ok love. Im alright. But I am tired lay with me.” Looking at him like he had grown 3 heads you laid at his side. Soon you and Ivar fell asleep cuddled into each other’s arms on the floor of your cabin.

Someone was knocking. You heard knocking and a groan to your left. Ivar pushed you off of him. “Get the door wife.” At some point in the night you had slipped off your big dress and had fallen into a deeper sleep with just your slip on. As you stood to see whoever was knocking on the door you debated on putting the big dress back on again quickly realizing that you couldn’t lace it up even if you did you went ahead and answered the door.

Opening the door you came face to face with the Ragnarsson boys. You felt their eyes take in your slip and messy hair “ummmm Ivar your brothers are here…” Looking back to Ivar you noticed he had fallen asleep again. Letting the Ragnarssons inside you shook Ivar “your brothers are here get up and greet them Ivar. I am going to bathe. Goodbye husband.” You didn’t know why you said husband it wasn’t like you had said it before you just couldn’t help yourself from saying it. As you bathed in the second room of your cabin you listened to the brothers tease your husband before he finally shooed them out of the cabin with the promise of ‘getting in the bath with his wife.’ You couldn’t help but wish he was being truthful. Ivar dragged his body inside the room you were in. “Good morning wife.” Smirking you knew he was teasing you and it made you feel a little better about being married to him. “Want to bathe with me husband?” A look settled onto his face one you had never seen directed at you as he answered “I would love to wife.” Sliding down the side of the tub he smiled at you running his hands through your hair he made a promise to you “y/n I want you to be happy and I want to be happy with you so I promise to do everything in my power to make us happy.” Listening to Ivar you wondered who was telling the truth Aslaug or Ivar but in the end only time will tell.

Princess (Jungkook X Reader)

Hey @harrysdimples00 , I had so much fun writing your request! Hope you liked the story. I tried to make it extra fluffy because this is my dream every girls dream.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1030

Aga - Baby 

“I don’t wanna go.”

Jungkook looked at you sadly at the door. You had your hands around your growing belly. You pat it gently still in wonder how was it possible that a life was growing inside of you.

“Just a week, jagi. One week then we’ll be together again.” you smiled at him.

Jungkook got on his knees and placed his head at your bulging belly.

“Aga-ah, appa won’t be around for a while. Make sure you be a good girl and listen to eomma ok?”

“Ye appa.” you replied in a child-like voice as you pat his head with one hand still on your belly. 

Jungkook stood up and picked up his luggage. 

“Bye, jagi. Take care okay? I’ll FaceTime you every night. Ughh… I miss you already.” he said as he leaned in to give you a kiss.

You kissed him on the lips pushed him out of the door. 

“You’re gonna miss the plane at this rate. Love you, have a safe flight.”

“Annyeong aga, annyeong jagi. Saranghaeyo.” he said as he waved goodbye.

You shut the door and sat down to eat your breakfast. Two eggs and a glass of milk was a must in your morning meal. Your baby girl needed all the sufficient nutrition to grow healthily. Your third trimester of pregnancy was coming to an end and you were thrilled to welcome her into the world. It was unfortunate that BTS’ Japan concert happened to fall nearly at the end of your pregnancy, but on the bright side you could have some mother-daughter bonding time alone with your baby girl.


You looked at your phone, counting down the days until you could see your husband.

“Two more days. Two more days aga.” you smiled as you pat your baby bump.

You were in your baby girl’s fully furnished nursery. You were folding some baby clothing that you and Jungkook had previously picked out together. You stood up to keep them in a drawer.

Then, you felt some liquid trickle down your legs. You thought you had peed yourself when suddenly more fluid flowed down, creating a small puddle beneath you. A sharp pain was felt after that, making you grip onto your belly. 

“Oh My God, the baby is coming.” you thought to yourself.

You tried to compose yourself while dealing with this new found pain you were feeling. You grabbed your phone and called your best friend.

“Hey, y/n whats-

“____ listen, the baby is coming. Can you come get me to the hospital now?”

“Oh My God, okay I’m coming now. Just hold on babe.”

While waiting for ____ to arrive, you took your overnight bag that you had prepared for your trip to the hospital and started packing some things that you would need at the hospital. ____ arrived in a while and helped you into her car. You tried to remain calm and did some breathing exercises that would supposedly lessen the pain you were feeling. Your contractions lasted for 40 seconds, 3 minutes apart.

 Upon reaching the hospital, you went into labor. 

“Call my parents and tell Jungkook to come back.”

____ nodded and reached for your phone as you went into the delivery room.

Jungkook POV :

He was rehearsing for BTS’ concert that night. He had been so worried about you. He felt so bad leaving you during the last few weeks of your pregnancy. 

“Jungkook, your phone keeps on ringing. Its y/n, I think.” Namjoon said as he passed him his phone.

“Hello, Jungkook? Its ____. Y/n has just gone into labor!”

“Oh My God, okay I’ll be on the next flight back. Please take care of her for me for the time being. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible.”

His mind spun upon hearing such shocking news. He briefly explained the situation to his manager hyungs and his members. They were all aware of your impending delivery and told him to hurry to the airport. He rushed to the nearest counter at the airport and obtained a ticket on the next flight back to Seoul.

On the plane, his mind couldn’t shut off. He was worried about you and his baby girl. If something were to happen to either of you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for not being present. After a restless journey of two and a half hours, the plane touched down on Korean soil. He ran as fast as he could and got into a taxi to take him to the hospital.


He searched frantically for the delivery room in the hospital, upon reaching. Then, he saw some familiar faces sitting down outside the delivery room.

“Eomma, how is y/n? I came as fast as-

“AARRRGHHH” a loud scream was heard from inside

Jungkook paced around frantically trying not to think of the worst.

In the midst of all silence, a baby’s cries was heard. The doors of the delivery room opened. Everyone’s attention was diverted to the doctor. 

“Congratulations Mr Jeon, your wife has given birth to a healthy baby girl.”

Jungkook had never felt more relieved and happy in his life. He saw you as the nurses wheeled you into the allocated ward. He walked with the nurses, wiping your sweaty forehead. He saw your face, flushed red and eyes struggling to keep open due the lack of energy. 

“Just rest jagi.” he said as he gave you a peck on your forehead.


“Sir, would you like to carry your daughter?”

Jungkook held out his arm and gently cradled his little princess against his chest. His daughter’s eyes were closed, sleeping peacefully with her thumb in her mouth. He couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. He was too overwhelmed with happiness. The love of his life has given him a beautiful daughter. 

You opened your eyes and awoke to a beautiful sight. You saw the man you loved carrying the baby that you had together. He had tears in his eyes and was smiling widely.

“What should we name her?” you asked weakly, still tired from labor. 

The Way You Move// Kim Yugyeom (Part 13)

Pairing: Yugeyom x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut

Summary: @morsalinou said:
Your rrequest are open omgggg ok,…. I will try requesting simething for the first time here😅 hmm can i request a smut (🙊💕) where yugyeom sees you dancing in a competition (like hit the stage) or you dance with him you can decide (this weeks theme is love did you watch this show btw😍) and the rest is up to you! I’m so nervous omg😲😂

Author’s Note:  Sorry for the lack of updates! Also, sorry for the length of this chapter, it’s short, but only because it’s a filler chapter! Enjoy it nonetheless!

xoxo Sara

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9  -

Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14  - Part 15 - Final

Soon, Wednesday had rolled around. You didn’t understand how time could go by both so quickly, yet so pain-stakingly slow. You felt your strain getting better and better each day, the swelling and coloring going down immensely after having to ice it for no less than 16 hours a day.

Bambam came over often to hang out with you, after Yugyeom left to go to dance practice with his temporary partner each morning. You had met his temporary partner the first day he began to practice with her, which was not long ago. She seemed nice enough, and her skills were impeccable, you were sure she wasn’t in this competition and that maybe she was an extra, or a student teacher of some sort. She was quite beautiful, too; her hair looked nice and soft as if it had never been touched, and she always wore a sweet smile on her face, keeping a bright and positive attitude throughout your meeting with her.

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Glass Bird (Jared Kleinman x Gender Neutral Reader)

WARNINGS: heavy mentions of Anxiety, medication. Super fluffy. Just about self-care and how Jared’s secretly a softie who loves you.

You and Jared had been dating for 4 months, and you’d become that couple. The one that people weren’t sure if you were actually dating. You’d throw harmless insults at each other and neither of you were too good with public displays of affection. When you were in private it was usually over at his house a lot because his parents were always working and it was easier to be alone. Since the relationship started it was more friends that had sex rather than a romantic thing. It was comfortable and you’d never been happier. But today was different. Today was shitty.

You’d been feeling nervous all morning and had 3 panic attacks in total. You were taking your medication and trying to do what your therapist said. The problem was you didn’t have the energy to even try and make yourself better. You wanted to climb under the covers and scream into the void at the same time. So when Jared had asked if you were coming over and you didn’t reply, he got worried.

“You ok?” His voice was quiet on the phone and you tried your best to put on what you’d labelled as your ‘plastic-voice’ the one you used to convince people you were doing fine. Somehow it never really worked with him, “Yeah! I’m good! You?” You sound bright and he hesitates. You here him moving on the phone, “I’m putting my shoes on. See you in five.”

“Wait! Jared I'm…” But he’s hung up. You rest your head in your hands because any second he’d be over and be totally repulsed. You look pathetic and weak and he’ll want nothing to do with you. You lye face down on the sofa and shut your eyes; trying to focus on any other sound than the hyper-static noise in your head. You must be worn out after classes because you can sense that over-tired feeling wash over you. The all too familiar fear based adrenaline that was there for seemly no reason and nothing you could channel it toward.

You feel like no time has gone by, but 10 minutes later you hear a knock on the door. There’s a moment where you consider not answering. You pause with your hand on the door knob for what can only be a few seconds, but feels an awful lot like eternity. The mail slot opens from the other side, “hey asshole I’m not leaving. Either let me in or I’m sleeping in your doorstep.”

You try to plaster on a smile as you open the door. He has a basket full on stuff in his arms and charges past you before you can work out what any of it is and places it in the floor. You lock the door and turn to face him, “Jared I’m fine, you don’t need to…” you’re cut off by a chaste kiss in the lips. He’s holding your waist and you feel yourself melt a little. He doesn’t let many people see this side of him, but he can be sweet.

“Ok. Go take a shower.”

So much for sweet.

“What?” You look up and he kisses you again, “I’m taking care of you so you have to do what I say. Go take a shower.” You’d usually fight. No one tells you what to do as a matter of principle. But the energy just isn’t there. Plus now you think about it you don’t actually remember the last time you showered. A mix of general mental health bullshit was effecting your memory and made you feel a little gross. You nod slowly, “but not because you told me.” You whisper and he chuckles, “of course not.”

You slowly make your way up the stairs and undress, running the shower hot and climbing in. You wash your hair and start to feel somewhat human. The urge to sit down and cry is still there though, and after 20 minutes there’s a light tapping on the door, “you’re not masturbating in there are you?” Jared asks and you give a quiet laugh, “just finished.”

“Well I uh… I brought you some of my pyjamas because God knows how long live just been wearing those.” You step out and wrap a towel around you before opening the door, he’s holding a graphic-T and plaid boxers. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear and he kisses your forehead, “get dry and come down stairs.”

You pull him into a light kiss and take the clothes from him, “why are you doing this?” You ask and he smirks “you think I can’t tell when you our faking it?” He cocks and eyebrow and forces another laugh out of you, “well shit.”

“Exactly. Now go get changed and I’ll see you down stairs.”

While you’d never admit it to anyone else, you did what you were told. Wrapping your hair into a towel and pulling on his shirt and boxers. The T-shirts a little big on you but it smells fresh and also slightly like his house. Something else you’d never admit is to how comforting the smell of Jared actually was. He’d mock you for weeks if he knew.

As you pad down the stairs you see a cup of tea waiting for you and RuPaul on Netflix. There’s microwaved noodles on a plate and he smiles when he sees you. You sit on your knees and instantly begin to cry. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your temple.

“I’m sorry if I was being bossy- I just know making decisions when your in a bad place makes it worse. I didn’t mean to…” He’s babbling and you stop him by kissing him lightly. You’re still crying so it’s a little strange, and you pull away wiping your face, “they’re not sad tears.” You’re whispering for fear of your voice cracking, “it’s not tears of joy… More like, relief.” You’re trying to regain yourself and he pulls you to lean on him.

He kisses your cheek and you notice he’s got that half cocked smile, “you get that its only like, shitty noodles. And this is your Netflix account. Jesus baby you really need to heighten your standards.” You know he’s kidding, but you push him a little anyway. He sits behind you and wraps a long, wool blanket around your shoulders. You fight the urge to cry again because he will definitely start mocking you.

He presses play but you’re not focuses on the t.v. He’s watching and commenting absentmindedly. You rest your head on his chest and yawn, the sound from the t.v echoes around you and you focus in the slow thumping of Jared’s heart. It’s steady and slow and you count the beats in your head.

“Hey nerd, you need to eat.” He kisses the the top of your head and you can actually feel yourself begin to centre. The adrenaline is lesser and the static is barely audible. You smile at him; an actual smile, “this is the first and last time I do what you tell me.” You comment before sitting forward and eating. He rolls his eyes but there’s a grin growing too, “Yeah well apparently Nurse Kleinman knows how to make you feel better.”

“Nurse Kleinman? Kinky.” You mutter. He nudges you slightly and laughs.

You finish the noodles that were actually pretty good and take your plates into the sink. You start washing automatically and he puts his hand on your shoulder, “I’ll do them if you…” You cut him off by kissing him, “you cooked, I’ll clean.” You run the tap and let it fill up before scrubbing on the plates. All the while you can feel eyes on you. Usually you wouldn’t mind but in your current state it puts you a little on edge, “you don’t have to stay and like… Watch me.”

He’s leaning against the counter and there’s a softer look in his eyes, “I just realised… What it would be like living together.” It’s quiet and you freeze up. Your stomach drops and your hands support you on the edge of the sink for fear of falling, your breathing increases and the static comes back in a loud and terrible manner.

As quick as it happens he has his arms around your waist from behind, “what’s wrong?” His hold is strong and safe. The guilt is almost unbearable. But how do you word it without coming across needy, “I… It's… Look. I’m not saying we would be living together but, if you ever did- if we ever… It wouldn’t be like this. You wouldn’t have to care for me. I’m not some breakable glass bird you’d need to keep putting back together.” It comes out in a ramble and is met by silence.

You feel his head rest on your shoulder and lightly kiss your neck, “I meant me cooking and you doing the dishes. We’re being all domestic and I… Liked it. And on the days where one of us has a breakdown; because it will happen, I know the other will be there with noodles and RuPaul.”

You inhale, not realising you’d been holding you breath, “oh.”

“And for the record,” he spins you around, bubbles flying as your hands cone out of the sink, “I have not, do not and will not see you as a little glass bird. You’re one of the strongest people I know. It’s actually why I love you.”

The panic in his eyes after he realises what he’s said is pretty goddamn cute neither if you had ever talked about the word love- much less said to to each other. But you knew how you felt, you kiss him again. It’s a little stronger and you feel him relax into it, he holds you tighter as you pull away, “Jared… That’s gay as shit.” You can’t help but smile as he opens his mouth to retort and no words come out, you wrap your arms around his neck: “but I… I love you too.” You whisper. He kisses you on the forehead again.

“I’m gonna dry my hands and we can finish that episode RuPaul?” You ask and he nods and let’s go, making his way back to the living room. You quickly dry your hands and grab his shoulder, “Jared?”


You grab his collar and pull him into another kiss. It’s deeper and you run your hands through his hair before trailing them down his neck and cupping his jaw. He’s wrapped his arms completely around you and as you pull away he’s still leaning in. His glasses have fogged a little and he looks completely caught off guard. You take his hands, “thank you for today. I… I really needed this.”

Alone, Until I Get Home (8/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N:  Ah ha HAAA. Ok, so BIG THINGS were supposed to happen this chapter, but as I started writing I realized other, smaller things need to happen first. So here’s a a chapter lovingly titled Kilian’s Very Exciting Day (aka Captain Cobroctopus Goes to the Park).

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Tagging: @el-kelpo @m98h @strawberrycupcakeprincess @crisanja @superchocovian @adeelam @mez86 @cinnamonduckling (let me know if you want on or off, or if you wanted on and I left you out on accident!!!)

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Originally posted by magikasa

This morning when the smell of fresh poured coffee woke him up, he felt like something was off, it was like his own brain was sending him warning bells but he was too troubled to notice, he got up and took a shower, dresses and rushed to the door without a second glance at the girl that was waiting for him, his day was going ok he even let out a relieved sound escape from his lips when he managed to put the final touches on the new album, he even felt happy, Teddy hyung smirked at him.

“What?” he asked with a satisfied smirk on his lips

“Nothing, I just though you wouldn’t come today” he said making him frown, why wouldn’t he come today?  “Y/N must be an angel and truly understanding of you working on her birthday” he said with a smile “I called her wishing her happy birthday and send with Seungri my present” he said as an after tough, but he stopped listening, your birthday, today is your birthday and as he saw his watch it was already late your birthday was yesterday, his mind just froze, Teddy hyung voice was no longer in the back ground, he turn to look at him, teddy looked at him in shock  “you forgot?” he asked half yelled at him, he run to his car, your birthday, he forgot that and also their anniversary last month, the anniversary of your parents deaths…  if he was honest he didn’t recall a day when the two of you shared dinner or spend more than an hour together, you didn’t say anything to him, there was no yelling or emotional fights, you just took it…

He managed to get there in no time at 3 in the morning there was no traffic and no people around, his apartment was dark when he went in, he turn on the lights he saw various colored wrapping papers, some boxes and soft blue and silver star balloons in the living room, but you were not there, in the kitchen was a half eaten cake and dirty dishes in the sink, he went to their room just to find it empty, he found himself in yet another empty space, but right there in the night stand he saw the ring he gave you, a note stood beside it, he lifted afraid of what it might say but he had an idea of its contents.


Oppa, don’t worry I understand. you have an important job and many expect a lot of you so I won’t burden you with petty fights or feelings that you so clearly don’t want or care about, so I will remove myself from your life but still I wish you the best, happiness, health and everything good because I love you.

I took my stuff already, don’t worry about the mess, I was leaving when friends came and surprised me but the cleaning lady comes early in the morning so go to sleep and rest, I programmed the coffee maker and the alarm clock for you, I really hope you take care of yourself better, eat healthier and sleep more.

Love you, always  Y/N

Pd: Congratulations on the new album, Teddy oppa and Youngbae oppa say that is getting quite awesome and that you are working really hard at it, like if I didn’t knew that already…but I know, it will be amazing… Fighting!

The tears never stopped, he wanted to scream and break everything but that wouldn’t solve anything the fact that he missed so many things, he can remember now all the times you wanted to start a conversation with him and he didn’t even glanced at you, the times you made meals for him that he never tasted, the times he found you asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come back home, he cursed at himself and he felt so empty so… alone…


You are exhausted, if you were honest with yourself you have been waiting for Jiyong who has come home pretty late every day, you knew he was busy making the new album for their comeback so you haven’t complained about it, the silence of his part was discouraging when you tried to talk with him, your job was getting demanding and tiring but still you managed to get home and cook for him even if he didn’t tasted anything you had done, slowly but steady you have been feeling like you lived with a complete stranger and you hated it, you cried and got angry at him, but at the end you understood that he was after all G Dragon.

You watched Jiyong last night or better said early in the morning enter your shared bedroom, change and freefall in the pillows next to yours, he was asleep instantly, according to Teddy oppa call that morning he didn’t want to see your boyfriend today in the studio so you knew that he would be staying in; that your boyfriend needed rest, and a healthy meal, so you left quietly the apartment to go to the grocery store.

At your return the apartment was in silence, you left the bags in the counter, put things away in the right place and began to cook, trying to reach for a plate in the other side of the stove without looking you grabbed a hot pot with your bare hand making you yell and throw the hot pot in the process, the hot liquid splashed in the floor making you jump in pain when it hit your bare legs, you stepped away turning off the stove…

“what the fu… Y/N!” Jiyong yelled making you jump and turn to look at him surprised you forgot he was in the house too, you have grown accustom  that he was always out

°Oppa° your voice was soft, your eyes were wide rimmed with tears and your lips formed a pout in pain “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were her… sleeping; I’ll clean this, just go to sle…”

“oh my god Y/N I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry!” he said cutting you off and running to hug you

“oppa?” you asked shocked forgetting the pain in your hand, you have never seeing him this upset and this behavior was worrying  you “babe, what’s wrong, did you had a bad dream?” you asked holding him, he froze and separated from you, then he turn to look at the apartment you looked at him and then at the apartment soft rays of light entered the apartment making it bright and homey, he looked at you again you were frowning  worried, then he saw his clothes soft gray sweatpants and white t shirt.

“what day is it?” he asked you before you could ask anything

“uh, Sunday?” you asked confused by his behavior, tears were still in his eyes

“no, the date?”

“are you trying to trick me to tell you if you forgot an important date? Because you haven’t you still have a month for our anniversary” you said, he smiled and you had to smile with him because you haven’t seen that smile in a while he hug you again and started to kiss every surface of skin that was visible “oppa you ok?” you ask; he was worrying you more by every second that passed

“yes!, god I love you, Y/N  I love you, never forget that, I know I been busy and distant but I love you and I’m sorry” he said in your ear, you embraced him and hissed when your hand touched his back, that made him pull back and look at your hand which was red and hurt a lot

“I’ll take you to the hospital come on” he said pulling you by your good hand, you followed him still a bit confused, in the car he was quiet and at every opportunity he stared at you, it was making you over conscious of your appearance

“jiyong, is something wrong, do I have something on my face or something?” you asked pulling down the small mirror in front of you, you didn’t noticed anything different maybe the dark circles under your eyes were a bit more dark and big, or maybe it was the paleness of your skin, but apart from that you looked normal

“is nothing” he said, he parked the car and before he could get out you stopped him

“Jiyong, you don’t need to come, I’ll go you return home and rest ok, you need it” you said, smiled at his surprised face and opened the car door with your healthy hand, you closed the door and began to walk to the entrance of the hospital, he jogged to reach you and took your uninjured hand in his, you stopped surprised and turn to look at him, he was looking at you with fear in his eyes, you frowned

“I don’t want to lose you” he said making you more confused

“What? They are probably just going to put some cream and bandages” you say “you can go home Ji, seriously you need to sleep” he denies

“no, I… no, come on” he says pulling you to the hospital, you follow the medics are fast and you were right cream and bandages…

“Kwon Jiyong what is it, you are starting to scare me” you ask because he hasn’t let go of your good hand and hasn’t stopped staring at you for the last few hours, he bites his lower lip and look at your interlaced hands, you saw how he began to blink away tears, you were getting nervous, was he going to tell you that he really didn’t love you anymore, or that he was tired of you?

“I… I had a nightmare” he said in a soft broken whisper, you felt relived at the admission but frowned

“What was it about?”

“I lost you” he said still not looking you, you frown

“Babe, it’s ok, I’m here, nothing has happen to me” you say he denies

“I neglected us, I pushed you away, I ignored you, I came home late and leaved early, I… forgot…”

“You forgot what?” you ask because this doesn’t sound like a nightmare, its pretty much what has been happening for a few months now.

“Our anniversary, your parents… birthdays… everything” he said still not looking at you

“so I left you” you say simply your voice sounds estrange to your own ears he looks at you now, tears flowing freely now but he nods, and in that moment your heart breaks because maybe you have been thinking in that yourself, your relationship hasn’t been good at all, you verily speak to each other, you don’t see each other anymore and yes maybe the alternative of leaving was a choice that popped in your mind in your darker days “I’m sorry” you say he looks at you searching for something in your eyes, his eyes grow wide at what he sees there the fear returns and more tears roll freely in his cheeks, you pull your hand from his and the fear spreads like fire all over his face, you clean his tears with your fingers

“Kwon Jiyong, I love you that won’t change, we will work hard for this relationship, I won’t give up if you don’t” you said he nods fervently making you smile and he smiles widely tears still flowing but you know that smile is a happy one, you press your lips to his and he responds immediately.

exorcistsakuri  asked:

If it's not any trouble, could you do a headcanon of RFA reacting to MC not being able to speak fluently in their lanuage and messing up alot/always switching to their mother tongue by accident? (P.S I love your headcanons have a great day)

i wrote most of the dialogue in english but just…pretend they speakin Korean OK :3

~requests are closed as of the time i am posting this, nov 30, 2016~


  • since MC had only recently learned Korean they did this thing where they would forget the word that describes one specific thing
  • like they’ll be out grocery shopping with Yoosung for the week
  • “oh, Yoosung! we should get…”
  • they look down, thinking hard for a moment
  • “…w…whats the word….?”
  • Yoosung honestly thought it was the most adorable thing ever
  • he looked at them, their eyebrows scrunched together
  • Yoosung decides to offer some help
  • “well, we’re out of-”
  • “shhhh! i love you but i got this!”
  • MC, without looking up, pushed their finger against Yoosungs lips
  • he giggled and kisses the finger
  • “c’mon, MC! think! think!”
  • they places a finger on each of their temples, as if trying to summon the information out of their brain
  • they sigh, looking defeated
  • “follow me”
  • MC pushes their cart to the produce section, Yoosung walking by their side
  • the pick up an apple from a fruit display
  • “this! we need these”
  • Yoosung takes the apple from MC, holding it up with a bright smile
  • “sagwa”
  • MC takes another apple, holding it up to Yoosungs
  • “sagwa. sagwa sagwa sagwa”
  • they were staring hard at the apples, determined to remember the name
  • Yoosung giggles again
  • gosh, they are just the cutest thing!
  • his little apple


  • although MC was pretty good at speaking Korean, they often had trouble reading it
  • which sometimes caused problems whenever Zen asked them to read lines with him
  • they wanted to help so bad but!!!
  • sometimes their reading is a little slow
  • “i never th….thought you w…would be able to l..lie to…”
  • MC smacks the papers into their forehead
  • “i’m sorry i’m so stupid, Zen…i wish i could be more helpful…”
  • Zen moves the papers aside so he can look at their face
  • their cheeks were red with embarrassment
  •  “sweetheart, you arent stupid at all. hey, i cant only speak one language”
  • MC avoids his eyes, trying to stay upset
  • Zen grabs their hands and leans in close so they cant ignore him
  • “i’ll make you a deal, baby”
  • “a deal…?”
  • “yes. i’ll teach you how to read Korean if you teach me how to speak english”
  • MC looks at him, a grin forming on their face
  • they let go of his hand and hold it out for a handshake
  • “deal”
  • Zen has english tutoring monday wednesday friday after his rehearsal and MC has Korean reading lessons tuesday thursday after breakfast
  • Zen will never stop making jokes about how he has a crush on his english teacher
  • sometimes if he’s having a hard time with the lesson he’ll try to be all flirty and get out of it and MC’s just like yea OK Zen
  • “we can stop the lesson if you can flirt with me in english”
  • …..
  • “thats what i thought”


  • Jaehee decided to bring some snacks to MC’s house since they were recently complaining about being low on food 
  • she packed a care package with ramen, rice, and little cakes!
  • MC was sure to love it :)
  • she knocks on the door
  • when MC opens the door their face lights up
  • “Jaehee! what a pleasant surprise!”
  • “good afternoon, MC. i hope you’ll accept this gift. i thought you might be hungry”
  • MC grabs the basket from Jaehee
  • Merci!”
  • MC laughs, covering their mouth
  • “oops! kamsamnida”
  • Jaehee looks at MC, confused
  • “Merci…? what does that mean…?”
  • MC rubs the back of their neck as they let Jaehee inside
  • “it’s french. sorry, i grew up speaking french and it just slips out sometimes”
  • Jaehee blushes
  • Merci…that sounded kind of cute…
  • “what else can you say in french?”
  • MC laughs
  • “anything, silly! it is my first language, after all”
  • when Jaehee looks down, MC realized that Jaehee asked because she wanted to hear more french
  • while unpacking the food, they start to speak
  • “Jaehee est mon amour”
  • “hmm? you said something about me! what did you say?”
  • MC smiles smugly to themselves
  • “dont worry about it, youll find out soon enough”
  • Jaehee is so innocent


  • it was pretty common for MC to slip into english when they were really sleepy
  • when Jumin says MC’s cute when they’re tired, he doesnt just mean how they look
  • he adores the way they switch from Korean and english, sometimes multiple times in one sentence
  • he’ll just run his hand through their hair softly as he gives up on trying to understand them
  • he’ll just hear “Jumin oppa….” and then a ton of mumbled nonsense
  • but it was adorable mumbled nonsense
  • thanks to that, though, he now knows how to say “good morning” and “good night” in english
  • he also knows “i love you”
  • one morning MC’s eyes flutter open to see Jumin laying next to them
  • he was looking at them with a warm smile
  • “g'morning, Jumin” they say in english with a groggy voice
  • “good morning, i love you”
  • he cant help but smile even bigger as he says good morning to MC in their own language
  • they were too sleepy to realize that Jumin just spoke english
  • they scoot closer to him, burying their face into his neck
  • “s….saranghae…”
  • Jumin wraps his arms around them tightly as they drift off again
  • what a little cutie, he thinks
  • he’ll just show off his english skills later when theyre more awake


  • when Seven ignored MC there was only one real way they could make themselves feel better
  • the english language
  • “MC, i told you to leave me alone. i’m trying to work”
  • MC would walk away, mumbling in english
  • “yea, this is fine. sure. i just love it when you push me away, Seven! i’m begging you, please never stop. it’s not like i’m in love with you or anything”
  • or even
  • “Seven, i’m going to eat soon, do you want me to make you something?”
  • “no. im not hungry. just eat alone”
  • MC mumbles in english again
  • “fantastic! i love eating alone. isnt it great to be inches away from the man you love and not even be able to make him a simple meal? yup! love it”
  • one day MC was sitting back to back with Seven and decided to call him
  • he answers the phone
  • “what?”
  • “Seven..! i was just going to ask needed anything?”
  • “no. why do you keep calling me?”
  • MC answered him in english, knowing he wouldnt understand
  • “oh, i dont know. because i’m thinking about you every second of everyday and hoping you’re okay and when all you do is sit in this corner and work i get worried and i’m in love with you?”
  • Seven lets out a long, heavy sigh
  • “stop saying you love me”
  • MC stops breathing
  • he….he just spoke english…?
  • oh god, all those times they said all that stupid shit
  • he…he knew…
  • he heard it all. he understood it all
  • they hang up the phone and bury their head between their knees
  • how could they have been so stupid??
  • MC’s body starts to shake, their back still against Seven
  • then Seven decides to do something he knows is probably a bad idea
  • he turns around and wraps his arms around MC, pulling them into his lap
  • he doesnt want them to cry, please dont cry
  • Seven speaks to MC in english
  • “i dont hate you, MC. i do this to protect you….i know sometimes it hurts but just know that you’re very important to me”
  • he tries to cheer them up
  • “hey, MC! remember this? honey, i love you~”
  • MC giggles and sniffles a little bit
  • “yea…just like the teddy bears, right? thats the first time you called me cute..”
  • Seven feels his face heat up
  • “i should…get back to work”
  • MC’s still upset, so he lets them lay their head in his lap while he works on his laptop
  • this was probably a mistake but he really liked it


A Night to Forget Part 4/5

Originally posted by mostlybenedict

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N - Steve meets reader and she helps him deal with life in the present until something tears them apart.

Sokovain is Czech and again Google translate so it is most likely way off so I apologize now.  

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II  Part 4 II Part 5

Steve had been completely lost and had no idea what to do. When he first arrived at the tower Y/N was in the training room. He had tried to talk to her however she was cold and calculated in her answers. She thought that everything that happened between them was lost and they should just go back to being friends. How could he ever do that? She meant so much to him. After she left with Pietro he just stood there staring at the ground not sure of what to do. Finally Nat came over and patted him on the back.  

“Hey Cap, I’m sorry. I told you that she was stubborn.” She said giving him a sympathetic smile. Clint walked up and looked at them. 

“Ok, who is going to tell me what is going on?” He asked with his hands on his hips. 

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Pictures Of Me

I have always tried to be very careful online. I didn’t give out my real name, never got more specific than my country when saying where I lived, and I certainly didn’t post any pictures of myself publicly. The only social media I had was a Facebook account and, even then, I kept the personal details vague and had the privacy settings maxed out. I thought I was being as careful as humanly possible.

It wasn’t that I was paranoid, just private. I was only a casual computer user anyway, so it wasn’t like I spent a whole lot of time online in the first place. Mostly I just used it to look at funny pictures and talk to friends.

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Imagine meeting Sam in your collage library and you both begin talking through notes hidden in books.

AU - collage Sam x Reader

“I’m sorry Miss, but that book is in use. I’ll put your name down for you to have it next” you groaned internally but smiled and thanked the librarian.

It was a school library; you weren’t able to take the books out after so many weren’t returned. Sighing, you threw yourself into a chair and pulled out your tablet, logging on to the free Wi-Fi.

It wasn’t even a book you needed; it was an old favourite of yours that you enjoyed rereading when you had the chance.

You lost track of how long you sat there, people dashing in and out around you. You loved the library here; it was almost always empty, especially at the weekend.  The only ones here were those who wanted to be, or those who had to be.

You hear footsteps approach you but you think nothing of it, you continue flicking the screen of you iPad. You see a book slide across the table towards you. You glance at it and see your book ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’

“Nowadays people know the price of everything….” You hear from beside you, the start of your favourite quote from the book

“….and the value of nothing.” You finish looking up at the figure, who was smiling down at you.

He was tall, very tall…didn’t help that you were sitting down. He had brown shaggy hair, the most stunning hazel eyes and the sweetest smile you’d seen in a long time.

“I was told you were waiting for this” he said tapping his finger on the cover

“Yes, thank you” you smile

You hear a bell go off indicating that the library was about to close. You sigh heavily. 

“Well I guess Dorian will have to wait till tomorrow” you laugh, making him smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks

“I’m Sam” he extended his hand to you, you reached out and took it

“Y/n” you felt a rush of electricity fly through your hand as your skin touch his. He must have felt it too or maybe not. He made no indication that he felt anything.

“Well I’ll put this back; I got it out in the first place. It was nice to meet you Y/n” you nodded and echoed his words

You picked up your bag as you step around the table to exit the library. You glance back over your shoulder as you approach the door, only the see Sam doing the same. You both snap your heads away.

You can’t help but let a smile appear on your lips

*Well…that was unexpected*

The next morning you woke up early, you roommates bed empty and untouched. You roll your eyes; clearly she’d hooked up with someone at the party last night.

You weren’t a party girl; people teased you because you’d rather curl up with a good book than get blind drunk. You showered and dressed and headed to the library, going straight for the classics section. You got there about an hour after it opened.

You smile as you pull the book from the shelf. A piece of paper drops from between the pages. You frown and bend to pick up the piece of paper. It was a hand written note.

You walk over a table in the corner, sitting slowly into the chair opening the paper.

(I)(your initial)

I could stop thinking about how much of an idiot I was for not asking you for your number or last name. So this was the only way I could think of to talk to you. If you’d rather me leave you alone then dump the note.

But. I kinda hope you don’t want me to leave you alone. So if you felt what I did yesterday leave me a note in the book at holds this quote.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”


You read the note 3 times before actually believing what was written there. A smile erupted on your face, you bit you lip to keep a giggle in. this was incredibly sweet and a little romantic.

You knew the quote instantly, it was from ‘Gone with the Wind’ it seemed Sam loved books as much as you did. What made you happier was the face you hadn’t been the only one to feel something yesterday.

You admit those hazel eyes had haunted your dreams last night and you woke several times berating yourself for having such silly thoughts. But here you sat with a hand written note in your hand like something out of an old romance novel.

You dug into you back grabbing a pen and your note pad and began writing


No you weren’t the only one who felt something yesterday.

I was thinking the same as I walked away, but being the shy creature I am, I probably would have just blushed and ran away. How I managed to say my name to you yesterday is a mystery.

So it goes without saying I would very much like for you not to leave me alone.

Am I the only one who feels like I’ve fallen into a Jane Austin novel doing this?

I’ll look for your note here –

“Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.“


You folded the paper and jumped from your seat, making your way to ‘Gone with the Wind’ and slipping the note in. wondering to yourself if he would be able work out that your quote came from ‘Sense and Sensibility’ without cheating.

You glance at your watch seeing that it read 10.30am, would it be…stalker like to go to the second floor and watch for him? Part of you shouted yes and to just read your book. But the other part screamed at you to pick up your bag and go upstairs, and that’s exactly what you did.

You didn’t see the two hazel eyes watching you from across the room, from his slightly hidden position. A smile fell on his features as he watched you walk back to your table blushing lightly, he watched you pick up your bag and walk towards the door. He didn’t realise you were going for the stairs.

You found a table far enough back from the balcony that you wouldn’t be seen, but close enough to see him when he approached the shelf. Your breath caught in your throat as you see him, your memory of that fleeting meeting yesterday didn’t do him justice.

His broad shoulders perfectly visible in his tight t-shirt, his jeans hung low on his hips. You were snapped from your thoughts as you saw him reach for the book.

He pulled out your piece of paper smiling to himself, he glanced around him making sure he was alone and licked his lips. He leaned his shoulder against the shelf as he began reading. You bit your lip as you watched him quietly.

You saw him frown at the end and look to the ground, you’d stumped him with your quote. The spell broke slightly, maybe he wasn’t as mad on books as you. You half expected him to google the quote but he didn’t.

He closed his eyes for a moment, slowly a flashed over his lips. He walked down to the classics heading straight for Jane Austin’s books. You beamed as you watch him grab ‘Sense and Sensibility’ and walk to a table.

This went on for weeks, you’d leave a note a day some days more if you knew the two of you were around.

You sat on the second floor wait to see if he got your latest clue, it was a Thursday and the library stayed opened until 6pm. You were beginning to think he wasn’t going when you saw the clock hit 5pm. That’s when you saw him walking towards the shelves talking with someone else. A guy a little shorter than him.

“Dude why are we in a chick section?” you see Sam roll his eyes at the other guy

“Dean, this is the ‘classics’ section…not that you’d appreciate any book that didn’t contain pictures” ‘Dean’ glared at Sam, you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Fine why are we here then?”

““Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” It’s a quote from ‘Withering heights’ its where she asked me to leave this” he said smiling pulling out a note.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam

“Dude, ok I’m saying this because you’re my baby brother. Ask the girl out! Like properly! You know in person like normal humans” Sam glared at his brother as he scribbled something at the bottom of the note.


“Come on! You like this girl yeah? You’ve been at this for weeks now, it’s time Sammy” he said putting his hand on his shoulder

“I don’t want to ruin it, she’s different Dean. She’s funny and sweet” his dimples appeared as he spoke about you

“Yeah and you’ve spoken to her in person how many times?” Sam kicked his foot against the carpet.

“Yeah that’s what I thought. Once! You stalk the girl in the library, but you won’t talk to her” His head snapped to Dean

“I don’t stalk her Dean!” he snapped

“Sam, you watch her get your notes from the balcony….that’s a bit stalker like”

You blush bright red at what you heard, he’d been doing what you had. You watch them walk from sight. You don’t move to get the note, you just stay in your seat.

What if when you meet again everything falls apart? Maybe you won’t get along as much in person, maybe he’ll decide he doesn’t really like you. Maybe…

You shake your head, shaking away the doubts. You couldn’t be book note pen pals forever right? You’d suggest meeting in your next note…maybe.

You walk down the back stairs, in case Sam was still around with his brother and walked to the classics section. You pull his note from the book, noticing it’s unusually short.

The first part was answering your last note, the second half made you giggle

“Sorry if this is shorter than usual, my brother has decided to spend the day following me as his girlfriend is busy…

Did I ever tell you about Dean? I don’t think we ever discussed siblings. Dean is my big brother, he’s a general pain in my ass. What about you, any big brothers I should be worried about beautiful?”

You look away from the note blushing like an idiot. He called you beautiful and asked if he should be worried about brothers. It was like you were at the start of a relationship. It was a unique start to something that you were sure of. You looked back at the note seeing the quote at the end

“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

Your heart jumped, it was Shakespeare. ‘Romeo and Juliet’ to be precise.

You take a deep breath and walk slowly to the plays section. You didn’t notice the green eyes of Sam’s brother watching you go, smirking to himself, he spotted you the second they turned down the aisle to place Sam’s note.

You scroll through the shelves until you come to S, you frown as you look through Shakespeare’s works. It wasn’t there. You check again slowly, biting your lip when you find once again ‘Romeo and Juliet’ was missing.

“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.“ You hear a deep voice say from behind you.

You spin quickly, hand over your heart trying to calm your heartbeat. You see Sam leaning there arms crossed over his chest, ‘Romeo and Juliet’ held tightly in his hand. He was smiling sweetly at you. You grin back, getting lost in his hazel eyes.

He walks towards you, you’re unable to move. Butterflies dancing around in your stomach. Sam reaches and places the book back in its space.

“Hi” he whispers down at you.

“Hi” you echo in return, you feel a blush creep up your neck under his gaze. He lifts his hand and cups your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“I’d like very much to kiss you” you swallow the lump in your throat to answer him

“No one’s stopping you Sam” he smiled and dropped his lips to yours.

It was a sweet gentle kiss, but you felt lightening run through your body as his lips ghost over yours. He pulls away, it was over as quickly as it had begun. He looks you dead in the eye, looking for your reaction.

You let a small smirk appear on your lips, you push yourself onto your tiptoes, as even in your heeled boots he still towered over you, and touched your lips to his again.

He responded instantly, his arm snaking around your back pulling you to him. You broke apart panting, the pair of you beaming at each other. It felt so natural, these weeks of writing to each other, getting to know each other, it made everything all the more special.

“If it makes you feel any better, I watched you from the balcony too” you see Sam’s eyes go wide in shock. You giggle at his reaction as he realised you’d heard his conversation with his brother. He let out a breath-taking smile, before asking

“Would you like to go and get something to eat with me?” you nod smiling like the Cheshire cat.

He takes your hand in your intertwining your fingers together, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, before leading you to the exit.

“That’s my boy!” Dean smirked from his seat on the balcony, as he watched you walk hand in hand out into the world.

Surprise | Zach McGowan

Originally posted by lady-eleanor-vane

→ Fandom: None

→ Character: Zach McGowan / You.

→ Wordcount:  2161

→ RequestOk babe so the deal is this, you make me something more delicious than my fried chicken wings, and I’ll love it because it’s you writing and yeah. An imagine with Zach McGowan but really him has a person not one of his caracthers and do some romantic and cute, think of him has not married in this alternative universe because I don’t like cheating unless it’s an exam but that is another story 😂😂😍😍 Deal? 👈

→ A/N: This is for @mermaidandsirenstales and thanks to @angelaiswriting for the support, as usual. I also would like to remember the followerd that request are open and I’m a sinner so don’t be afraid of asking weird shit. Also I love Zach McGowan now and forever and on this fic he is divorced. Cheating is bad kids. Lots of love.

→ Warnings: A bit of swearing. This is cute af. Some sexiness at the end.

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Word Count: 2546

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, panic attacks, ptsd

A/N: I’m not sorry. 

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“Knock knock.” Jared smiled and walked into your room with Misha and Mark. You were sound asleep with your face completely buried in Jensen’s chest while he watched TV.

“Well it’s about fucking time.” Misha snarked, raising his eyebrows at the position you were in. “You finally get the balls to confess?”

“Confess what?” Jensen snapped.

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