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Something Else (NSFW)

#Challenge of Raven. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Omega!Reader
Warnings: ABO dynamics, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, knotting sex, breeding kink, straight PWP. I’m using @kittenofdoomage ABO rules here. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll beta’ed this.
Prompt: “I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Nasty, naughty boy” was playing so loud on your headphones that you wouldn’t be able to hear a shot if someone used a gun by your side, but who cared? You were alone in the bunker, Dean had left with Castiel when you reached pre-heat and Sam was on a supply run. So, you could dance and sing without anyone interrupting you. You danced slowly, singing loudly and not even caring if someone walked in on you.

You felt Sam’s scent seconds before he pressed himself against you. Your legs weakened instantly when you realised how hard he was and how strong he smelled. His rut had hit earlier than expected.

Your headphones were pulled out and tossed on the table a few inches from Sam’s hands, and he put his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

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Follow up to the Klance Shoujo AU Mini-comic. Please have these random plot scenarios (that I may or may not eventually draw, who knows oヮo;;)!

Scenario 1

Keith sprains his ankle at school, and Lance is about to approach him to help (having frantically searched for a bandage and other first aid things), but finds that someone else has already beaten him to aiding Keith. Lance watches for a short while, his jealousy brewing, and without Keith ever noticing, he stuffs the things he’d gotten for Keith into his bag and slips away quietly.

Keith is advised to stay in his room for the rest of the day but refuses because it’s one of the days when he meets with Mr. Blue. So he slips out of the Garrison dorms despite having some difficulty moving with his sprain and heads to the park. Lance, in the Mr. Blue costume, isn’t expecting him, of course, but does his best to not be found out. He and Keith talk as usual, and when it’s time to go, they both notice that Keith’s bandages had gotten loose (due to him rushing to the park). Mr. Blue brings out a fresh roll of bandages (the one Lance had kept with him since earlier) and wraps it around Keith’s ankle. Keith says that Mr. Blue must be magic to always have what he needs just at the right time, and Lance just silently smiles.

Scenario 2

Lance gets a bad fever on one of their meetup days and can barely move. Hunk tries to discourage him from heading to his part-time work (still unaware of the meetups with Keith), but Lance adamantly refuses, thinking of the fact that Keith has no way to contact Mr. Blue and might wait the entire afternoon. Lance manages to escape from Hunk and goes to the park in costume just as Keith is about to leave after waiting for almost an hour. While they talk, Keith thinks he’s acting weirdly, but Lance does his best to not reveal he is sick. Before they separate, Mr. Blue gives Keith his phone number, with Lance thinking it’s okay since Keith doesn’t know his number anyway.

Afterwards, Lance is near delirious from the fever on his way back to their dorm. He collapses a short distance away, but someone catches him before he crashes to the ground—Keith. Lance thinks it’s a dream, while Keith is immensely worried why Lance is walking around so ill. Since Lance can’t walk anymore and is barely conscious, Keith carries him on his back up to his dorm room, to a very surprised Hunk.

Rest of the scenarios under the cut!

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Far from done


Prompt:  Okay,,, but like,,, Dan and he’s being vvv overstimulated, and he’s just making little noises,,, and he like tries to close his legs,, but like, Phil just opens them back up, and is like “Danny,we’re far from done” and dan is just like,,, whimpering and just ahhh (by anon)        also idk i changed it a lil and added some like aftercare n shit bc i felt like it

This is smut with overstimulation but also there’s fluff at the end. It’s all consensual, bc u know what my biggest kink is? Consent. 

A/N: Hahaha I feel like shit bc I’m taking so long with my fics and I have about two that i’m working on atm but I just can’t seem to finish any bc i’m a failure yay.. please be patient, i’ll write more soon, but my mental health is acting up real bad. (oh look there’s no daddy kink here is this me?)

784 words, it’s short i know

Dan was currently laying on the bed, thoroughly fucked out and whimpering. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. It had started out like any other time, at the beginning just kissing a bit and then things took their course, but after they had both come down from their orgasms, Phil had just said one thing. “Remember. Safeword is red, got it?”. Dan had nodded before his hands were brought over his head and tied to the bedframe.

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anonymous asked:

Consider: Andrew and Neil sharing a bed. Obviously we all know that Andrew has to have his back to the wall and it works best when Neil is facing him so that he doesn't just see the back of a head when he wakes up. Also consider that Neil has spent the last decade or so making sure to never have his back to a door, whether awake or asleep. Neil purposely sleeping with his back to the door to make Andrew more comfortable don't mind me I'm just crying over these fools

All right, in the spirit of keeping this short and sweet… I hope you like this, that this is what you had in mind.


The only thing better than their win against UT (seven to six, and each point hard-won since the Longhorns had done their best to redress their loss the previous season and almost managed to do just that) had been coming into the locker room after the game to find out that their return flight home had been cancelled for the night and they’d have to stay in Austin until they could fly out the next morning due to a string of strong storms moving through the southeast. Considering the rough flight in from Atlanta that had even given Neil a moment or two of unease… well, Neil hadn’t been certain how they were going to get Andrew back on the plane short of horse tranquilizers if the flight home was going to be as turbulent as the earlier flight.

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You, Me, Him, and the Universe

Description: The universe won’t be any kinder to our children than it was to us if we aren’t kinder than our own fathers were.

Or… the reader and Spencer Reid have a child together. Spencer is desperate not to make the same mistakes that his father made.

Word Count: 1948 words (this got so long, sorry)

A/N: Haha ok so I wrote and deleted and rewrote the whole thing several times. At this point it goes in an entirely different direction from my original idea. Also. This is a Reid x Reader kid fic, but the reader isn’t actually the main focus of the story. It’s mostly Reid and, later, your kid. You make like, a guest appearance basically. Furthermore, I have no idea why nebulizers became so central in this fic. I don’t even know if they had the same kind in the 80s. If you don’t know what a nebulizer is, give it a quick google. Finally, part 1 of this is kind of stream of consciousness-esque and a little vague. I styled it this way because part 1 describes one of Reid’s early memories. Some readers might find it a tad annoying, and I apologize in advance if that is true for you. All of that said, it would be really great if you could give this story a try anyway. I’m actually pretty proud of it.


“I can’t breathe, mommy!” Spencer’s four-year-old body shook with sobs, making it even more difficult for him to inhale oxygen in the midst of an asthma attack.

Normally, his mother would have brought out the nebulizer, helped him get the mask over his face, and gently rubbed his back and read to him as the medicine slowly opened his airways. But she was having one of her “bad days” and was convinced that the medicine had been tampered with and would hurt her son. So the nebulizer had been placed in a cupboard far out of Spencer’s reach, and he was left to cry and wheeze and beg his mother for his medication.

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animediac  asked:

rfa boys + saeran with an mc with a big group of friends who are all boys? this is super indulgent, i'm so sorry

Don’t worry about it! Klc and I both have mostly guy friends. Girls seem to cause a lot of drama so… ahaha


  • He didn’t know what to expect
  • He knew you had a lot of guy friends but didn’t know they were all guys
  • What made them any different from him?
  • Yeah, you and Zen kissed and… stuff…
  • But honestly, you acted pretty much the same around him and them and
  • That kinda bothered him
  • A lot
  • One day when he was at work you said you were going to invite a friend over
  • It didn’t occur to him that all of your friends were guys
  • So, he left without another word
  • But when he came home to you and this friend sitting down on the couch, legs crossed over each other he was fuming
  • He was supposed to be the only one that you did that with
  • So, he did what anyone else would do
  • Absolutely nothing
  • He couldn’t say a word
  • However
  • He was passive aggressive as all hell
  • “Hey, babe, do you want to go to dinner tonight. You could wear that dress? The one that you look gorgeous in.”
  • Eventually, you looked over at him with murder in your eyes
  • He knew that he was done.
  • “Actually, no, babe. I don’t want to go out. In fact, I’m tired. So,” you looked over at your friend, “I think I’m going to go to bed. We can hang out again another day.”
  • You bid him a hug goodbye and as soon as he left, you turned to Zen
  • “What was that?!” You asked.
  • “I’m sorry! It’s just that, you guys were so close and you-”
  • You cut him off, “We are friends! Of course, we’re close.” You fired back, getting closer with every word.
  • “Yeah but you act the same with him as you do with me. It makes me feel… Insignificant.” He confided.
  • This was not the Zen you knew
  • He was self-confident as heck
  • But now
  • Did you really make him feel like that?
  • You backed down, “Really? Baby…” You asked stroking his arm.
  • “I’m sorry, no I’m… I shouldn’t feel like that. They’re your friends I know, but…” He looked away. He wasn’t trying to guilt you or anything, honestly.
  • Your eyes softened, “You’re right. You shouldn’t feel that way.” You tiptoed but to meet him halfway and you kissed him. A sweet, innocent kiss. “Because you’re the only one that I do that with.”
  • Zen’s eyes lit up, that old spark that was always there resurfacing. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “And you know what else only I get to do with you?” He asked, kissing your collarbone.
  • You very well knew the answer to that question.


  • He never really met any of your friends
  • Neither did he know that they were all guys
  • So, when you said you were going to go hang out with friends he didn’t pay any mind to it
  • He just told you to have fun and he would stay there playing LOLOL doing homework and studying
  • So, you went off, and let your friends know you’d be there in a bit
  • Once you were done, you realized you were in the area you said you could just walk home
  • You didn’t need to take the bus, train, or a taxi.
  • Your and Yoosung’s shared apartment was only about five or so blocks up the street
  • Saying you’d part ways with them and walk home, you tried to leave
  • But your friends were nice guys
  • They’d never let you walk home while it was becoming dark on your own
  • So, they said they’d walk you home
  • You’d be safer that way
  • Agreeing, you all walked along the sidewalk, laughing and joking around up until you reached your door.
  • Digging around in your bag, you pulled out your key and turned it in the lock
  • You poked your head in announcing your presence only to find Yoosung in the kitchen, making dinner for the two of you
  • “Hey~!” You chimed. “I’m back.”
  • He turned around from the stove to meet your eyes, only to see four other guys standing in his apartment as well
  • He didn’t want to come off as rude but he needed to know
  • So, he asked, “Who’s this?” He questioned as politely as possible
  • You laughed, “I told you I was going to go hang out with my friends. Or were you playing so much LOLOL that you forgot?” You joked
  • Yoosung forced out a laugh, “No. I just don’t think I’d ever met them.”
  • You looked at him dumbfounded. “Really? Ah, I’m so sorry! Where are my manners?” You asked yourself as you introduced them to Yoosung, one by one. 
  • You showed them out, thanking them for a fun time out and for walking you home
  • They were so kind to you, you had no idea where you’d be without them
  • Always looking out for you, they were like the ideal brothers anyone would want. Though you highly doubted anyone would want four brothers
  • Yoosung was quiet while he finished up dinner, which was odd
  • Usually, he was bubbly, asking you how your day was, and the likes
  • But today, radio silence
  • You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “Hey, babe? What’s the matter?” You asked him.
  • He tried his best to remain composed, after all, these types of things were normal for you, but right now, he wasn’t in the best of moods.
  • “Why would you think anything is wrong?” He asked, flatly.
  • “Because of that.”
  • He paused. “Because of… what?”
  • “That! Your tone! Yoosung, I love you and I know how you act. What’s normal and what’s not. And now, it’s not normal.”
  • He tried to conceal his blush at your sudden confession. You’d only been together for seven months and had only said those special three words a handful of times.
  • Yoosung caved. “Well, it’s just that… I dunno, I guess I wasn’t too happy about all your guy friends.
  • You backed up. “Oh, man. Don’t tell me you’re one of those kinds of guys.”
  • “No!” He explained. “Not like that. But, they’re all really good looking and taller than me and compared to them… You deserve someone like that.” He finished, ducking his head, his bangs covering his eyes
  • “Oh, no…” You trailed off, putting your fingers under his chin and forcing him to meet your eyes. “Yoosung, I do not deserve someone like that. Do you know why? Because you are the best person for me. You bring out the best in me and I want you to realize that, okay?”
  • He nodded in response. “Good. Especially because you’re the only and best person for me to do this with.”
  • “Do what?” He asked, a confused look on his face.
  • “This.” You answered, leaning in to meet him and to place a soft kiss on his lips.
  • His eyes met yours and you could see the joy that was in them before he leaned back in and kissed you, a bit more intense than last time.
  • Maybe it was to convey something he couldn’t say in words.
  • Whatever it was, you wanted him to keep telling you that.


  • It’s not that Jumin minded that you had all guy friends
  • He believed that, as long as there was nothing else going on (trust me he’d know) that you could hang out with whoever you wanted
  • He stopped thinking that so much when he had to shut down a scandal between you and one of your friends
  • You two had met for lunch and were talking and laughing, the likes
  • You know, as friends do.
  • But someone that recognized you got a picture of you and him and started to spread it online
  • His legal team shut it down as soon as possible, and he knew he had to tell you
  • As soon as he got home, which was late as usual he gave you a kiss and asked you to follow him to he living room
  • He sat down and pulled you into his lap as he gave you a lingering hug, his arms hanging lazily around your waist as he rest his head on your shoulder
  • “What’s wrong, babe?” You asked him, leaning back a bit.
  • “I had a long day. Lots of things I had to deal with today. Perspective clients, documents to sign, a scandal between you and your friend, meeting with the board of directors, other meet-” he tried to play it off as if it was nothing but another task on a long list before you cut him off.
  • “Wait, what? A scandal? Between me and who?”
  • “You and your friend. The one you met for lunch?”
  • You didn’t realize that people were looking at you, too, because you were involved with Jumin
  • You ran your hands through his hair and began to speak, “Babe… I’m so sorry. I had no idea that people were looking even at me.”
  • “I’m not mad at you.” He muttered.
  • He wasn’t and it was true
  • He just wished you would be a bit more careful
  • Explaining that it would most likely reflect badly on you he left it at that
  • You completely understood but still wanted to hang out with your friends
  • Jumin, being the understanding and caring husband that he is, suggested group skype calls or something of the sort
  • It wouldn’t be exactly the same, he said, but it would be better than nothing if you weren’t able to hang out until it all blew over
  • To say he cared for you was an understatement
  • He was completely and utterly enamored with you
  • And while he was just the slightest bit jealous of the fact that you were constantly surrounded by men, even in a friendly setting
  • He never would want you to be unhappy or alone because of it
  • Knowing as well that you would never be unfaithful to him, he didn’t give it a second thought when you would go out with them the next time
  • They were your friends since before you were involved with him after all
  • He didn’t have the right to stop you from hanging out with them
  • He did make sure, though, to give you a long, lingering kiss each time before you left
  • Just to remind them in case they could forget


  • Contrary to what you thought, Seven didn’t seem mind at all that all your friends were guys
  • Sometimes you felt like he got along better with them than you did
  • At least that’s what you thought
  • You did notice that after you got back from hanging out with them or after they left he would get really clingy
  • And not your normal, everyday Saeyoung brand clinginess
  • This isn’t your normal everyday clinginess this is advanced clinginess
  • It was more than that
  • You normally just brushed it off
  • Sometimes he was like that
  • Especially after a long day of work, which he usually has just finished by the time they leave or you return home
  • In reality, it was almost a way to show that he was yours.
  • Even though no one was there but you, him, and occasionally Saeran
  • Maybe, he thought, it was a way to prove it to himself
  • You never did anything to make him think that you would ever want to leave him for any of your friends
  • They were just that, your friends
  • It just so happened that, besides Jaehee, you had no friends who were girls
  • That was just… the way it was
  • Sometimes, you and other girls just didn’t get along
  • And he knew that
  • Saeyoung didn’t view your friends as competition
  • It was actually the opposite of that
  • He and your friends actually got along quite well
  • He even considered them his friends
  • Not on the same level as the members of the RFA but that was obvious
  • But even so, he still seemed to be unable to help but feel like that
  • So he would pull you into his lap and shower you with kisses all over your face and body that lingered. Give you hugs that never seemed to end
  • Sometimes to the point where Saeran would just up and leave muttering that you should get a room so he doesn’t have to go to his
  • And you didn’t mind
  • You quite liked all the love that came from him until you connected the absence of your friends with the occurrence of these events
  • Upon noticing this for the first time, you thought it was just a coincidence
  • Until you noticed that it happened all the time
  • One day, you had been pulled into his lap and before he could rest his head on your shoulder, you turned around, planting your legs on either side of his
  • Saeyoung hesitated, a bit shaken by your sudden actions, “Hey, MC… What’s up?” He asked, a bit confused
  • “What’s with you?” You questioned, staring intently into his eyes. You went on, “Every time they leave, you get like this. Affectionate and like you haven’t seen me in weeks.”
  • He sat defeated and trapped, literally. He pulled you closer to him and he buried his face in your chest.
  • You slung your arms around his shoulders and messed with his hair, securing him in his spot. “Babe… what’s wrong? Honestly? If you’re worried that there’s something going on, I can assure yo-”
  • He immediately cut you off with a kiss. A kiss so intense and passionate it took your breath away in seconds but you didn’t want to stop. You could feel his tongue begging for entrance but you didn’t allow him to.
  • Despite your heart’s wishes, you pulled away. “Saeyoung. Seriously. I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. You’re almost never this…” You didn’t want to say clingy. That always carried a negative connotation.
  • Saeyoung looked off to the side, “I just… Even I don’t know. I feel like after you’ve been with other people, you may have gotten a glimpse at another life. A better life. One where you don’t have to be careful and you can be carefree.” He looked up at you, locking eyes with you. “I guess I feel like I need to give you a reason to stay.”
  • You gasped at his words, tears brimming your eyes. How long had he felt like this? Why did he feel like this?
  • Clearing the hair off of his forehead, you placed a small kiss there and rested your cheek on his head before you spoke. You chose your words carefully. “I don’t need a reason to stay. No matter if you treat me with more love or if you shut yourself in your workroom, I’ll still be here. I don’t want you to think that I need a reason to stay, or that love will change how I feel about you. I stay here because of you as a person, Saeyoung. I loved you as a person and fell in love with your personality before anything else. Okay, my love? You became my best friend before my boyfriend and now everything that comes with that label is just an added bonus. Alright?” You asked, gazing into his eyes.
  • This time, he kissed you again. It wasn’t as intense as before, and you were fine with that. 
  • He gave it to you as an answer. 
  • It meant that he understood, and you could feel the relief in it, whether or not he meant to convey it.


  • To say that Saeran was a bit iffy about you hanging out with all guys was an understatement
  • You could vividly remember him saying that “you could hang out with them, but I won’t be happy about it.”
  • You thought maybe he just needed to meet them, get to know them
  • Maybe then his attitude about them would change
  • And you couldn’t have been more wrong
  • He was hostile and a bit rude
  • Maybe hostile wasn’t the right word
  • More like avoidant
  • He would kind of ignore them
  • And would only talk to you
  • Keep to himself
  • He wouldn’t respond to them when they tried to talk to him
  • Overall he just kind of acted like he didn’t want to be there
  • Which wasn’t at all far from the truth
  • He would just sit there, hold your hand and eat what he was given
  • As soon as you left he would be all over you, happy, talking, back to his normal
  • You didn’t really have anything to say about that
  • All you could do was apologize to your friends and leave
  • Sometimes he was wondering if he was a dog that you had to apologize for or your boyfriend
  • You couldn’t tell if you would prefer the former
  • At least with a dog, no one would mind because it was cute
  • Not that Saeran wasn’t
  • Most of the time he was like a puppy
  • It was just that if he didn’t want to be in a situation he made it very blatantly obvious
  • We’re talking about straight up saying “I don’t want to be here.”
  • One day, you had asked him what his attitude was all about 
  • “What attitude?” He asked
  • You pulled up a group picture with you and your friends on your phone and showed it to him.
  • “Ugh.” He muttered with a roll of his eyes
  • “That one.” You made clear with a point of your finger.
  • “I just don’t like them.”
  • “But why?” You questioned turning on the bed to face him square on.
  • “Because they get to spend time with you when I’m busy.” He responded, plainly.
  • “Awww,” you said, attempting to poke his cheek, “are you jealous?”
  • “Yep.” He said, turning over to face away from you.
  • Looping your arms around his waist, you pulled him closer, pulling him closer to you and kissing his neck. “That’s cute; you think that they’re any sort of threat.” You kissed his cheek. “You have no reason to be, though, I promise.”
  • “I know.” He resigned. “I just can’t help it. I don’t want to lose you.”
  • “I love you, Saeran. That’s all you have to know.”
  • When he spoke, his smile was audible, “I love you, too, MC.”
The Boy Next Door (15)

Summary: You didn’t used to hate the boy next door.

Word Count: 966

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and surprised

A/N: well look at that

Part 14 | Masterlist

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Zico - Bad Influence

Originally posted by ygnj

“He’s a bad influence.”

That was what everyone had been saying about him. 

To some extent you could understand why your family would think about him like that. His entire life was covered by the media and it wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. He had made some grave mistakes in the past, as we all do, however, his mistakes were published for the whole world to see. And there was not one second the public let him forget about it or move on. In addition to that he was known to be a party animal. It didn’t leave the best impression on your parents. So you didn’t hold it against them, that they weren’t too fond of him.

However, your friends who were supposed to be on your side also only had bad things to say about him. Apparently you had changed ever since you started dating him. According to them you had changed to the worse and were setting wrong priorities. So naturally you began to see them less often, as you were sick of always being criticized. You began to spend more and more time with your boyfriend and his group of friends whom you really grew to like.

Zico knew your friends weren’t the biggest fans of him and truthfully he didn’t like them very much either. But he knew you cared about them a lot and seeing you distancing yourself from them, made him wonder whether what they said about him was true.
Usually these things wouldn’t affect him. After all he was used to it. His instagram account was spammed with hate messages and death threats. It didn’t seize him, he had grown a thick skin from it.
 But with you it was different. He was in constant worry you would wake up someday and decide he wasn’t worth your time anymore. It was like your friends had planted a parasite in his head and it began to eat him up. He did notice a few changes in you.
You went out a lot more often. You drank a lot more often too. And you skipped class to see him.
 Did you do all of that because of him?

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anonymous asked:

could I have some hcs for ma boys Jesse, Jack, Gabe and Hanzo taking care of an injured or sick reader? like reader really wants to go out again but they haven't fully recovered yet? (I know this is basic af but I'm a sucker for these)

No worries, dear Anon, we are suckers for this kind of requests too, we won’t judge! xD 


  • You got sick with a bad case of a cold that refused to go away and had been bothering you for almost two weeks now. Knowing how highly contagious a cold tends to be, you told Jesse to stay as far away from you as physically possible; he had various tasks to take care of and couldn’t allow himself to get sick because of an impending mission. Did that stop him? No. Could he care any less? No.
  • He desperately wanted to take care of you and refused to leave your side for more than a few minutes at a time even though you kept reassuring him that it was a simple cold that should be gone within the next few days. He wouldn’t have any of it; to him, this illness could have put your life at stake. He made sure that you got the best treatment possible, he also took off his serape and wrapped it around you to make sure you wouldn’t get too cold (though you had already been wrapped in roughly three blankets).
  • This man needs a lot of affection and you soon realized that a cold didn’t stop him from claiming it. You tried to tell him to stay away from you but he kept going in for kisses and cuddles, not caring that he risked his own health in the process. 
  • He even risked getting into a huge argument with Gabe by not showing up to training a few times and instead preparing some soup for you. It just proved how dedicated he is.
    (Gabe would have given him some time off, he’s not that heartless, but since Jesse never actually asked, the cowboy had to prepare for a lot of extra work.) 
  • Since lying in bed all day got boring quickly, you decided to leave your room and at least get some kind of snack even though you still felt like you were about to faint at any moment. You prayed that you wouldn’t run into your boyfriend but, of course, destiny always brought you two together. He seemed a little shocked to see you out of bed, walking around tiredly and grabbing the kitchen counter for support.
    “This ain’t yer bed, sugar. I could have brought ya that cereal bar, ya know?”
    He quickly led you back to your room and made sure you didn’t leave that mattress for the next few hours, at least not without his aid.
  • Remember how you told him not to get too close to you? Guess who got sick the day you fully recovered. You’ll be passing that cold back and forth for ages if you don’t keep him away! 


  • He truly wanted to help you when you got sick with the stomach flu, honestly, but this man was just so extremely busy due to his position. The least he tried to do was send others, preferably Ana, to frequently check up on you. He also called a lot to make sure you were resting properly and send some words of comfort. 
  • When he noticed your condition slightly worsening, he immediately canceled as many meetings as he possibly could to be with you more, he started to worry too much and wouldn’t have been able to concentrate properly anyway. Jack took some of his paperwork with him to finish it in your room to keep you company and let Gabe and Ana handle training the new recruits. Of course, he wasn’t able to spend all his time by your side but he tried his hardest to pass as much of his work as possible to others. 
  • Though he craved affection and attention as much as Jesse did, he knew how important it was that he didn’t get sick; the strike commander being away for even a few days might have resulted in a disaster. He did give you a comforting pat on the back once in a while, but sadly, he wouldn’t get any closer than that. Hugs and kisses would have been pretty problematic with the stomach flu anyway. 
  • His mom taught him how to help with stomach problems by using some home remedies. He got you some snacks that didn’t cause your stomach too much discomfort and made sure you always drank enough.
  • He always held your hair back for you if it got in your way whenever your stomach rioted and you came face to face with the toilet bowl.
  • Of course, the stomach flu had hit you right before a mission that you had been looking forward to for ages. You might have been able to recover until it started but you still missed out on a significant amount of training. So you tried making your way over to the training facility without running into him but in the end, you did bump right into Jack when rounding a corner in one of the many hallways. He looked at you in confusion for a few seconds, processing the situation until he scowled at you, grabbed you by the wrist and gently guided you back to your room.
    He had already assigned someone else to that mission but promised to soon give you a similar one.
    Jack also took that day off to watch you and make sure you didn’t get any other stupid ideas.


  • You were a little clumsy; everyone knew that very well, so it didn’t come as a surprise when you broke your ankle during a mission after tripping over a branch in the forest. Other than that, you were perfectly fine, no bruises or anything. Gabe didn’t seem too worried; your injury wasn’t life-threatening, he just kept telling you that you should have been more careful of your surroundings. 
  • He also turned out to be a teasing asshole about it.
    You want a hug? Stand up and get it.
    You need some water? What a shame the kitchen is so far away.
    However, as soon as you did stand up to get what you wanted, he freaked out, reminding you that he was only joking and that you had to sit back down and rest immediately.
  • He was actually worrying a lot more than he would have liked to admit, he kept reminding himself that you would be recovering quickly. Still, when he was at work or training with the Blackwatch members, he was always on edge, couldn’t wait to finally check up on you and make sure everything was alright.
    Gabe ordered McCree and Genji around to bring you water, a meal, another pillow, or anything else you requested when he was too busy. 
  • After finishing work, he immediately went over to your room, checking if you needed anything. As he saw you walking around, limping to the door to get some fresh air and finally move your limbs a little, he swiftly picked you up and put you into your bed again. He kept asking way too many questions. Have you eaten anything yet? Did you drink enough water? Was your foot still hurting a lot? Did you need painkillers?
    You had to reassure him that you were fine; it was just a broken ankle and not the end of the world. He must have completely forgotten about your injury not being life-threatening. 
  • Of course, Angela had given you crutches so it wasn’t like you couldn’t walk or at least hop around the headquarters on your own, yet Gabe didn’t let you go anywhere without supervision.
    You could have tripped and gotten hurt even worse, there was no way he was risking that.
    You thought reminding him that you were a grown adult able to take care of yourself helped? Nope, nice try though.
  • After practicing your puppy eyes for a while, you actually got him to carry you around, preferably by giving you a piggyback ride. Gabe might have sent death glares to the people throwing comments about him going soft but he actually enjoyed it. A lot. 


  • You almost got shot during a mission, the bullet only grazed your side in the end but it still left a nasty wound. When Hanzo found out about your injury, he completely freaked out on the inside but was able to conceal his panic pretty well. 
  • He was extremely careful, rejecting any kind of physical contact, afraid of hurting you even though you kept insisting that it barely hurt anymore and it shouldn’t have been a problem at all. Still, he refused to get too close to you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after initiating anything. He was scared that any movement might have resulted in your wound starting to bleed again. 
  • Hanzo followed you around almost everywhere, almost every time, watching you closely. He kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t strain yourself and didn’t do anything reckless that might have caused your wound to open. 
  • He was also extremely observant. If you were still hurting but trying to play it cool, he knew. You tried to hide your pain but he always found out, immediately coming to your side as soon as you winced only slightly, barely visible to anyone else. 
  • He kept asking if he could help you with any tasks or bring you food or drinks while also asking you to please just lie down and rest. He aided you with every single thing, even the easiest tasks that you could have finished by yourself without any problems.
    Hanzo wanted to make sure that there was no way you could hurt your side, he couldn’t stand seeing you in pain. You didn’t mind doing any of your chores, you needed some movement but you decided not to complain. 
  • You decided to go to the training room one night, secretly, having had enough of this confinement to your bed. Hanzo almost got a heart attack when he found your side of the bed empty at midnight but had a feeling you went out to train. He probably would have done the same.
    After he found you carefully practicing some basic moves he started to scold you but soon composed himself. He then proceeded to gently wrap his arms around you, careful not to get too close to your injury, and begged you not to make him worry like that again. After seeing that you were able to do some simple training without being in pain, he allowed you to do more things on your own again, still keeping a close eye on you, of course. 

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm so worried I'm asking too much of you but after I saw your wish prompts, I couldn't resist. I enjoy mutual pining and I wish you'd write a fic about that. Please? And thankyou.

Hi there. Since you didn’t specify a ship, I went with my default otp setting, which is Shieldshock. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this ficlet. :)

It had become a habit of sorts, Steve seeking her after missions. Darcy didn’t know when it started, but she liked it, liked being the first person on Steve’s mind when he returned home from the field.

He didn’t ask for much, just sat there listening to her tell him about her day, or fell asleep on the couch if he was too tired to talk. He had nightmares often but they never spoke about them. Darcy let him set the pace, never pushing him into sharing more than he wanted to, never once forcing physical comfort on him. She was happy with just being someone who was a regular part of his life. She didn’t need more.

Then, one day he hugged her and she realized how wrong she was.

It wasn’t the first time he had touched her, but it was definitely the first time he had felt the need to bury his face in the crook of her neck and forget about real life. He held onto her for long minutes, breathing steadily into her hair while she murmured assurances in his ear.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay… you’re fine… you saved the day again…” Her words seemed to calm him and, after a while, his arms around her loosened and he pulled back with a shy smile.

“What’s for dinner?”

He caught her by surprise. He never stayed for dinner.

“Um,” Darcy said, thinking fast. “Spaghetti.”


She had always thought, when she fell in love with someone, it’d be a complicated relationship full of compromises. No guy would be able to appreciate or tolerate the work she did in Avengers Tower, constantly surrounded by genius scientists, self-sacrificing superheroes and the very real danger of occasional attacks.

But when she fell in love with Steve, it was nothing but simple. She didn’t have to lie to him about her work life, wasn’t worried he’d hide things from her (because she almost always knew what he was up to) and she definitely didn’t feel like they had a complicated relationship. He had started coming over nearly every day now. They hung out, watched movies, ate dinner and, sometimes, he spent the night.

The first time he asked if he could stay with her, he had returned from a mission with a bullet hole in his gut. He stumbled through her door and right into her waiting arms.

“Darcy.” The desperation with which he whispered her name sent her heart racing. “Let me stay here tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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Put a ring on it! Part 2

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Sam x Plus-size reader

Word Count: 800 ish

Warnings: Smut, language, unprotected sex

A/N: I was informed by @notnaturalanahi that I needed to give you folks the smutty goods.  So I hope you enjoy.  This is honestly just smut, no plot at all.

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{ five's company }

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

t/w: none!

a/n: my first!! poly!hamilsquad x reader fan fic!!! it’s finally up lol im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s kind of good?? not even sure about the name yet but you know what it’s finally up! that’s worth celebrating. thanks for being so patient. enjoy!

inbox || masterlist


 New York City was your favorite place in the world hands down. You’d been out here for school to begin with but stayed because of the atmosphere. It was also where you met your four boyfriends. You shared the city you loved with the four loves of your life. 

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ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)

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Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.

And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.

He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”

And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.

You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”


“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.

You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

Bellamy Blake x Reader : Forgiveness

I recently got back into The 100 and as we all know Bellamy is a freakin babe so I decided to write some hella angsty light smut for you all. This is my first time writing smut so please forgive me if it is a little rusty.

Summary: Set at the end of season 3 right after ALIE is defeated. The reader feels guilty about hurting people while under ALIE’s control and Bellamy comforts her. Light smut ensues.

Warnings: Angst, Smut

On the drive back from Polis to Arkadia barely a word was spoken between you and the others. Your mind kept drifting to all the terrible things you had done while under ALIE’s control and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You sighed and let your head fall into your hands to hide the tears that had begun to stream down your cheeks. It was so hard to simply blame ALIE for the pain you caused.

“Hey, we’re almost home,” Bellamy said patting your shoulder. You wiped your face with the back of your sleeve and looked up at him with a weak smile. His expression shared the same pain as you felt. You leaned back against the side of the rover and put you head on Bellamy’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and gave you a comforting squeeze.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do an extremely bratty/witty reader with yoongi "I'm going to tie you up so you can't move and you won't be able to stop me from doing whatever I want."

Hi, anon! Thanks for dropping by! For this request, I decided to make it connected to the other smut request I got for Yoongi hihi :> This was un-edited, by the way HAHA so, I’ll apologize if there are any mistakes.

warnings/au: degradation, bondage, cursing, lawyer!reader au
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Sunny weather. The smell of the sea. White sand beaches.

The view in your hotel balcony was very ideal, but you were stuck in your room, instead of appreciating the world-class view the beaches of Boracay were offering. Your boyfriend was on his laptop, even if the two of you were in a three-day vacation outside Korea.

Beside you was your boyfriend who was busy editing some songs on his laptop. You could make out some music bars on the screen of his laptop, but you respected his privacy and chose to turn back to blowing bubbles into your iced Americano that was practically just water already. The ice already melted since it had been more than two hours since you called for room service. 

In other words, it’s already been two hours since he promised you that he was ‘going to finish this real quick that you wouldn’t be able to notice it.’

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Ed Sheeran sentence starters
  • "I saw a shooting star and thought of you."
  • "You were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love."
  • "If you wanna put this on me, that’s fine, I never blamed you for anything at all."
  • "The world looks better through your eyes."
  • "It's only been one night of love and maybe that is not enough."
  • "If I fall for you, would you fall too?"
  • "It's not a homeless life for me, it's just I'm home less than I'd like to be."
  • "I haven't slept for the past week, two hours ain't enough for me."
  • "I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke."
  • "You can stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now."
  • "Outside the day is up and calling, but I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep."
  • "Never been better since all the therapy."
  • "And you know, if I let you go, I'll still keep you safe."
  • "You are the one I fall asleep with but never wake up to."
  • "The worst things in life come free to us."
  • "I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed."
  • "What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."
  • "I know I'll never hold you like I used to."
  • "I'll be drunk again to feel a little love."
  • "I know you'll never love me like you used to."
  • "I found your hair band on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before."
  • "I don't drink like everybody else, I do it to forget things about myself."
  • "There's no chance that we'll work it out."
  • "I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied."
  • "Everybody said we'd be together forever."
  • "Everything's great and everything's sure, but you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus."
  • "Pain is only relevant if it still hurts."
  • "If I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now."
  • "I should ink my skin with your name."
  • "I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."
  • "You should never cut your hair 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder."
  • "You will never know just how beautiful you are to me."
  • "Maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too."
  • "This is the start of something beautiful."
  • "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."
  • "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love."
  • "I think I love you better now."
  • "Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd."
  • "Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures."
  • "You need me, man, I don’t need you."
  • "Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah."
  • "People think that I’m bound to blow up."
  • "I haven’t got a house, plus I live on a couch."
  • "They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."
  • "Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady."
  • "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
  • "Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone."
  • "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
  • "Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more."
  • "It's been a while but I still feel the same... maybe I should let you go."
  • "Another love that's gone to waste."
  • "If I kissed you, will your mouth read this truth?"
  • "Darling, how I miss you."
  • "You made me scream, but then I made you cry."
  • "Maybe you should learn to love her like the way you wanna be loved."
  • "I never told her that I liked the way she dances slightly out of time and pretends she knows the words to a song she's never heard."
  • "You’re not her, though I try to see you differently."
  • "I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her."
  • "We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run."
  • "Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you."
  • "I didn't mean to break your heart."
  • "Everybody falls apart sometimes."
  • "I know you've found another one, but won't you just hold me tonight."
  • "They don't know we don't speak anymore."
  • "I will stop trying to fall in love again... it never works out anyway."
  • "But I am not anything like I was."
  • "I don't wanna lose a lover and friend in one night if that's alright."
  • "I shouldn't have fucked with your mind and your life too many times."
  • "I never meant to sleep around, I was just lonely."
  • "When I see my future, it is with you."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "If they find out, will it all go wrong?"
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends don't treat me like you do."
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand 'cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know, you're gonna be away a while, but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll never leave again."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend."
  • "Everything changes, but we'll be strangers if we see this through."
  • "I've been sat with you for most of the night, ignoring everybody here."
  • "Don't you worry if I disappear."
  • "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
  • "I was never looking for a friend."
  • "Maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin."
  • "Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Maybe we'll go together and just figure it out."
  • "Trust and respect is what we do this for."
  • "You didn't need to take him to bed that's all."
  • "I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex of course."
  • "It's not like we were both on tour, we were staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
  • "I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
  • "This is not the way you realize what you wanted."
  • "It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
  • "Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe."
  • "I'd disappear, you'd call me selfish, I understand but I can't help it."
  • "So we can either deal with the pain and wait to get on a plane."
  • "You should go, 'cause I ain't ever coming home."
  • "I've been livin' on the road, but then again you should know."
  • "You won't ever be alone... wait for me to come home."
  • "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream."
  • "I've been looking for a lover, thought I'd find her in a bottle."
  • "I'll be feeling this tomorrow."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that."
  • "We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much."
  • "You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us."
  • "All that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "Just don’t expect me back this evening."
  • "I love him from my skin to my bones but I don’t wanna live in his home."
  • "I was raised to keep quiet."
  • "I don't wanna hate you."
  • "I kind of knew you liked the dude from private school."
  • "I knew he had his eyes on you."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "Don't hate me 'cause I write the truth."
  • "I would never lie to you but it was never fine to lose you."
  • "I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet."
  • "Fact is you're mad at me because I backtrack so casually."
  • "You're practically my family, if we married then I'll guess you'd have to be."
  • "Tragically our love just lost the will to live, but would I kill to give it one more shot? I think not."
  • "I don't love you, baby, I don't need you... I don't want you anymore."
  • "I'm not cut out for life on the road 'cause I didn't know I'd miss you this much."
  • "I guess I'm not the man that you need."
  • "Ever since you went to uni, I've been sofa surfing with a rucksack full of less cash and I guess that could get bad."
  • "When I broke the industry, that's when I broke your heart."
  • "I was supposed to chart and celebrate, but good things are over fast."
  • "I tend to turn you off and switch on my professional features, then I turn the music off and all I'm left with is to pick up my personal pieces."
  • "Success is nothing if you have no one left to share it with."
  • "I know you have a day job, but mine is 24/7."
  • "I still love you and I need you by my side if I could."
  • "The irony is if my career and music didn't exist, in 6 years, you'd probably be my wife with a kid."
  • "I'll die from a thrill, go down in history as just a wasted talent."
  • "Eventually I'll be fine, I know that it was never meant to be."
  • "These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit."
  • "Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
  • "I will be loving you 'til we're 70."
  • "People fall in love in mysterious ways."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "For four years I never had a place to stay."
  • "At 16 years old, I moved out of my home."
  • "I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm."
  • "I'll hold ya and you'll think of him."
  • "I'll never trust you again, you can just be a friend."
  • "If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
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Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part One

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: swearing + tiny bit’a fluff from secondary characters :)

A/N: I got so much great feedback from you lovelies for P1. You are amazing. Sorry, it’s a bit of a filler part, but I thought I’d get it over with. Enjoy, dears 💛

If you ask anyone who I’ve ever briefly known who I am, I guarantee the response would be along these lines:

“Y/N? Oh, yeah, I remember her. She was pretty nice, I guess. I never knew her that well.”

That’s who I was. That’s who I am. The nice girl people don’t usually look at. I’m the one who will have a conversation with you if you come to me. I’m the polite girl you know will hold the door open for you. I’m the girl who will crack a joke while I’m talking to you, relaxed, like it doesn’t take me any effort to get a laugh out of you. That’s me. The nice girl in the distance who people don’t notice until they need her. And as much as I would’ve liked to change that, I didn’t want it to change it like this. I don’t want to be the girl who defied Tony Stark on her first day of working for him.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request how the rfa+saeran would comfort an upset MC bc her parents are getting on her back about one grade in her worst class, when all the rest of her grades are near perfect and she just wants to be encouraged for what she did do right. (Maybe she gets off the phone and immediately starts crying- idk) it's finals season and I'm dying lmao, thank you!!

Ahh I’m sorry that this took so long anonny! I’m guessing that you finished up your final exams by now but I’m sure that you did amazing and passed them all! I made these longer especially Saeran’s for some reason as an apology so I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • You and Yoosung both had finals approaching so the two of you were driving home from a study session at the library
  • Both of you were stressing out over finals and receiving a phone call from your parents who yelled at you for one poor grade you had didn’t help
  • Yoosung watched you out of the corner of his eye as he drove, silently listening as he saw you crying
  • Yoosung pulled the car over as you sobbed out that you just wanted some encouragement but only got your parents yelling at you
  • His heart broke for you and as Yoosung gently wiped your tears away, he had an idea
  • He sped back home and once the two of you got there, he gave you his blue hoodie to wear and grabbed your favorite snacks and drink as he made his way over to his computer
  • Once you were settled in Yoosung’s lap as he sat in his large computer chair, the two of you spent the rest of the day playing LOLOL
  • When nighttime came, you and Yoosung were cuddled up together in bed with him holding you hand
  • “I don’t want you stressing about your grades MC. You’re the smartest person I know so you’ll do amazing on finals! Your mom is honestly crazy to say anything negative because all of your other grades are outstanding! I love you MC, no matter what your grades are.”
  • You fell asleep that night, stilling holding Yoosung’s hand, taking his kind words to heart, knowing that Yoosung really was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for


  • Zen hated seeing you stress out over your final exams for classes since his princess should never have to be nervous over anything
  • He would sit across from you with his chin resting on his folded hands as he’d admire how hard you worked for your classes
  • But his thoughts were interrupted when your ringtone went off and after talking on the phone for a minute, you started crying
  • Zen rushed over to your side, rubbing your arm soothingly as he leaned in to hear your parents hollering at you for having just one bad grade
  • Seeing you this upset was not oaky to Zen so after you hung up, he buried your head into his chest as you cried your eyes out
  • But Zen wanted to get your mind off of things so he swept you up and started twirling you around the room, singing your favorite song for you
  • You couldn’t help but laugh as you and Zen clumsily danced around the room, with Zen pulling you onto the couch with him as he peppered your face with kisses
  • “You’re perfect MC, absolutely perfect. Having one bad grade doesn’t define who you are. I won’t let you go until you realize how smart you are! You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met MC, never forget that.”
  • Zen cradled your head onto his chest as you soon fell asleep on top of him with his comforting words and silky singing voice, no longer worrying about your grades


  • Jaehee sees herself when she watches you study for your final exams, recalling her own exams
  • As she’s brewing you a cup of your favorite warm drink, she hears your phone go off and listens as you shakily explain yourself
  • She brings your drink to you and sees you holding your head in shame as you tell her through teary eyes that your parents yelled at you for having a single bad grade
  • Jaehee nodded, pulling you out of your chair and into the bedroom, putting on your favorite movie then grabbing a large blanket and wrapping it around the two of you
  • She moved your head onto her shoulder as you cried telling her that you were doing so good in all your other classes and just wanted some support
  • Jaehee pursed her lips as she mused your hair, kissing the top of your head as she gave you the encouragement you deserved
  • “MC, your grades are amazing so please don’t worry. Even though I know you’ll pass, getting one bad grade isn’t going to change who you are or tell you that you’re not smart. I love you MC, whether you pass all of your classes or fail them, that fact will never change.”
  • Listening to her soothing words plus being wrapped together did help you feel at ease, taking Jaehee’s words to heart as you drifted to sleep with your girlfriend


  • Jumin always admired how hard you worked in your classes even though he offered to give you a job at his company without having to complete school
  • But you refused, determined to get through your finals and you were starting to feel confident until your parents called you
  • As Jumin was getting you some water, he heard your parents scream so loudly through the phone that Elizabeth the third jumped
  • He went to your side, rubbing your shoulders as you hung up, crying as you told him that your parents are upset because you have one bad grade
  • Jumin picked you up bridal style and sat you up on the bed, smiling as he gently kissed your tears away - He then opened up the window blinds, showing the city below and the sunsetting in an array of vibrant orange and pink colors
  • The sight alone was already helping you calm down, which Jumin knew, as he ran his fingers through your soft hair telling you in his loving voice
  • “I’ve met many people but no one has ever compared to your intelligence MC. Your parents need to realize that you’re an amazing and talented person who I’m lucky to call my partner. I’ll help you with whatever you need MC so don’t worry and remember that I love you.”
  • Jumin held you close to him for the rest of the night, and with his help, you passed your exams with flying colors


  • Seven didn’t like seeing you stress out over your finals so he’d sit next to you and tell you some jokes before you got too anxious
  • You were a giggling mess, that is until you got a phone call from your parents
  • He heard leaned in next to you and winced as your parents yelled at your for having one poor grade in your worst class
  • Seven couldn’t understand why your parents were so upset over one bad grade so once you hung up with your eyes already red and puffy from crying, he was on the case
  • By the time your dragged yourself into the living room, Seven had masterfully set up a pillow and blanket fort and smiled as he led you inside
  • He carefully wiped your tears away as he turned off all of the house lights and played relaxing music, whispering sweet praises to you
  • “You know that you’re the smartest person ever right MC? You work so hard in all of your classes and I couldn’t be prouder of you! Even if your parents don’t see it, I see you as an intelligent and awesome person. I love you MC and that’ll never change!”
  • With Seven’s assistence, you ended up passing all of your exams to which you and Seven threw a house party to celebrate leaving some very annoyed neighbors and an even more annoyed Saeran


  • Saeran truly admired how hard you worked for your classes and studying for exams
  • He was resting on the couch while you were at the table one day studying when you got a phone call from your parents
  • Even from the couch Saeran could hear your parents hollering at you so he went to investigate
  • His eyes widened when he saw you with tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to reason with your parents that you only had one bad grade but the rest were good
  • Saeran had enough of this so he took your phone from you hand, telling your parents to shut up because you’re amazing then hanged up on them
  • Stunned and still teary eyed, you cried to Saeran that all you ever wanted was some encouragement from your parents
  • He sighed and took your hand, leading you to sit on the couch while telling you to sit
  • Saeran returned with a big tub of ice cream, two spoons, and a blanket that he wrapped you up in
  • The two of you ate the chilly treat in a comfortable silence, something about feeling Saeran’s natural warmth plus the cold ice cream was relaxing
  • When the two of you were finished, Saeran awkwardly but sweetly wiped your remaining tears away and huffed as he encouraged you
  • “You know that you’re basically the most intelligent person ever right? I say screw your parents, if they cannot recognize how much of an amazing person you are then I’ll do it for them. I love you a lot MC, don’t forget that.“
  • With a sigh of contentment from you, you cuddled up into Saeran, wrapping the blanket around him as well, knowing that he would always be there for you was truly the most comforting thing imaginable