knew conscious

Can you do a V/ Taehyung Imagine to Bruno Mars’ “Versace on the Floor”?

Small mention of an eating disorder (something I struggle with…)


I hated award shows. I hated the fact I had to wear heels that killed me or a dress that was too tight or showed too much. But the boys loved it.

They loved me like a sister and how beautiful I blossomed from the years I’ve dated Taehyung. They accepted the fact that I would rather wear sweats over a skirt and converse over heels.

They knew I hated dressing up, but loved when I did because it gave them an excuse to be big brothers whenever I was treated like a piece of cake instead of a person.


The award show went well, and I noticed how touchy Tae was being.

His arm would be around my waist as we sat down, his thumb rubbing my thigh, him giving my cheek kisses every once in a while. He knew how self conscious I was with my body. Especially since I had an eating disorder.

Most people thought people with eating disorders could just get better or the fact of them saying,

Oh sweetie, you don’t look anorexic..

How could you be bulimic dear?

Don’t you think you’re exercising too much?

Somehow denied the fact of how we were feeling or what we were dealing with.

The boys were heartbroken to hear I had to be sent away for a while, but did everything they could to make me feel better.

But seeing all the nice and pretty girls, made me miss my old ways. And I guess Tae caught onto it and maybe that’s why he was whispering things in my ear.

“You’re so beautiful Jagi… And that dress is perfect on you.” he would say, pecking my neck. I shook my head.

“I’m fine Tae. Just… Tired is all.” I said, giving him a smile. He gave one back and pulled me closer to him as I laid my head onto his shoulder, the tears slowly falling for my stupid insecurity.

I tried not to make it obvious but I made slight eye contact with Jimin, who instantly looked worried. I smiled and clutched my stomach as a way to get him off the case. He stared and then slowly nodded, slowly turning away. I sniffled quietly and dried my tears, excusing myself to the bathroom.

I went into a stall and cried, hugging myself until my chest and head hurt and couldn’t breathe. I cleaned up and went back, all the boys looking at me. I made a funny face and they smiled warmly, as if of a way to make me feel better.

Jimin probably said something since Tae intertwined our fingers, and kissed my knuckles. He nuzzled his face into my neck and gave it a small kiss.

“We’ll go home soon.” he whispered. I nodded and we continued to watch, the show ending shortly.

We drove home, the boys dropping Tae and I off at the apartment we shared. I began to walk to our bedroom but Tae pulled me closer to him.

“Tae I’m tired.” I whined. He chuckled and began to hum in my ear, slowly swaying us.

“Remember when we were outside for the after party?” he asked. I nodded as we continued to sway.

“I kept getting lost in your eyes as we danced alone underneath chandelier. It felt like it was just us in that room, no one else except the stars watching us.” he said. I smiled and he gave me a kiss, leading me to the bedroom.

He slowly unzipped my dress, kissing my neck and shoulders , making me shiver. As it began to slowly slide down, I grabbed ahold of it, holding it up and making Tae stop. He looked upset.

“Jagi… You’re perfect from your head… down to your heels. There’s no one I’d rather be with in this world.. Except you.” he whispered. I felt teary eyed and nodded, letting the dress fall.

He looked me up and down, a smile forming on his lips. When he looked up at me, I saw lust and care in his eyes, making my heart melt.

As I sat down on the bed, he helped take my heels off as I untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He climbed on top of me as I undid his belt and jeans, them set down next to my dress.

His hands trailed up and down my body, making me tense. He chuckled in my neck and looked me on the eyes, giving me his box smile.

“Don’t be scared… I’ve got you.” he said, pecking my lips. I nodded as he slid my underwear off, giving me a look. I nodded and he went to our nightstand, pulling out a wrapper.

He slid his boxers down, opening the wrapper and placing the thing inside on his length

“Tae?” I asked, stopping him.

“Yes, Darling?”

“I love you.” I said. He smiled and came back up, giving me a kiss. This one warm and sweet.

“I know. And I will always love you.” he said, sliding inside and making me gasp.


My eyes fluttered opened and saw fabric. I rose my head up a bit and saw that I was cuddled into Taehyung’s chest, our legs a tangled mess and his arm draped over me.

I was wearing his boxers and a shirt of mine, him in a t shirt and sweats.

I looked up at him and smiled. He truly was beautiful.. Especially when he slept.

His soft breathing soothed me and blew onto my face, making me giggle. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

“Good morning darling.” he said, his morning voice sending my heart into a fit of flips.

“Good morning Tae.”

“How about some pancakes?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. I chuckled.

“We don’t have any mix.” I replied. He smiled.

“Let’s go out.” he laughed. I nodded and we got out of bed, him pulling me back down.

He continually kissed my neck and face, sending me into a fit of giggles. He stopped and we laughed.

“Can you wear one of my shirts?” he asked me, cocking his head to the left as I went to the closet.

“Why?” I asked, pulling out a black long sleeve. He came up and took it out of my hands, setting it back inside. I began to protest and he shut me up with a kiss.

“I know you wear black to look thinner darling. But you look good no matter what you wear. But you look really good in my clothes.” he said, smiling. I rolled my eyes but my heart thumped.

He knew how to make me feel better and I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.

“Fine..” I sighed. He smiled and we got dressed, me wearing a button up of his and headed out.

“You’re a terrible father” - Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

Love the idea. And really, I kinda take any requests :D. Thank you for this one, it’s right here, hope you like it :

(My masterlist blog here :


It was the twentieth fucking time you tried to call your father, Anthony Stark, and you fell, once again, on his stupid voice saying that he was “too busy to answer” and that he’d “call back” but “probably not”. Damn that man. 

In your entire life on this Earth, you were pretty sure he never picked you up on time somewhere. Never, ever. He was just always late, so much that you came up with a trick of actually telling the wrong times for him to be on time. If something was at 6pm, you’d tell him it was at 4. But even with that trick, he still often managed to be fucking late. Which is why most of the time, your stepmother came to get you. But Pepper, wasn’t available today. 

You smiled, thinking about your “stepmother”. You were so glad she was in your life, being pretty sure that if your dad never had the help, he probably would have lost custody of you before you reach the age of 1…You considered Pepper your real mother. You never met your biological mom as she just dumped you in front of your dad’s house, with a note. One paternity test later, and it was confirmed you were his…You were the first step to his transformation, the first to help him become the man he was today. Better. 

So you grew up with Pepper around. She filled in brilliantly the mother role, even before she actually started dating your father (you remember the day you finally convinced him to just tell her his feelings, and smiled).

Keep reading
Icicles Melt in Summer (3543 words) by Shadow_sensei [AO3]

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Mari, Minami Kenjirou, Phichit Chulanont, Yakov Feltsman
Additional Tags: Hair Salon AU, hair cutting, Alternative Universe - Hair Salon, model!victor, Hair stylist!Yuuri, Pre-Relationship, Flirting, self indulgent fluff

Victor Nikiforov. Oddly, no matter how many times Yuuri repeats the name to himself, it still sounds beautiful, the r rolling off his tongue and the v melting on the tips of his lips like a mint. But more to the point, Victor Nikiforov, model for the Agape shoe and accessory line and face of Stammi Vicino Menswear, is sitting in one of his chairs.

Or, the one where model Victor Nikiforov is searching for his raison d'être in Brooklyn, New York, and finds much more than that in a small, jasmine-scented hair salon.

never again.

Originally posted by cuteguk

requested by anon

Hello! Is it okay if I request a Jungkook angst? A very angsty one that boh JK and Y/n are screaming at each other and Y/N almost commited a very painful suicide because JK keeps on putting Y/N aside because of his Ex that came back to korea something like that. And a good ending please. Thank you :)

 genre: angst

word count: 2312

warning(s): mentions of attempted suicide and mental health disorders (i dont take this topic lightly and neither should you, but should this trigger you, please do not read this)

You felt as though every time Jungkook and you argued you went on autopilot and automatically screamed to back him; you knew you were giving in, giving into everything you were against. Everything you feared. The very reason for these frequent fights was because his ex was coming back, back to Korea. The very place you had been calling home since she left, since she left him. He had been acting as though she were the priority, even though you were the one that had been there for him throughout all of this. What did she do? She left him heartbroken, unable to do anything, you were there for him throughout all of that and slowly your support became something more.

“For fuck’s sake, ___, not everything is about you!” Jungkook shouted. “I never said it had to be.” you calmly replied to him. “You’re implying it though; just because she was a bad person doesn’t mean she still is. I just wanna be friends with her anyway, what’s your problem?” “My problem is that she left broken and I had to come sweeping in and comfort you.” “I never asked you to do that!” “Well, sorry for being a good person!” “I can’t deal with you right now, I’m leaving!” “You’re seriously just gonna go in the middle of an argument?” “I’m leaving before I do something I regret!” he replied and slammed the front door.

Days had passed and Jungkook hadn’t bothered to reappear in your apartment, he was probably spending time with his ex. It wasn’t that you were jealous, that was just a minor fraction but you were scared that he would end up as hurt as he was before or that he would leave you in the state he used to be in. You were already struggling very much before the notice of his ex coming back arose; your struggle was the reason you were prescribed this and that. You never wanted to depend on these drugs so badly but it was inevitable for you, eventually you would have had to take them in order to ‘get better’. 

You had missed your prescription for many days and you thought you were doing fine, that was until he showed up with her, in your home. “Hey, babe, are you home? I wanna introduce you to someone!” Jungkook called as he opened your front door and made his way into your apartment. You emerged from the kitchen, you had grabbed your tub of ice cream and appeared in front of your boyfriend and, to your dismay, his ex. “___, this is Subin.” he smiled as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Nice to meet you, I’m ___.” “Jungkook has told me so much about you! I hope we can be good friends!” she squealed. “That reminds me, ___? We’re going out tonight so feel free to join us!” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on the sofa. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in for the night.” “Aw, babe, haven’t you been doing that every night?” he pouted. “Yeah, and I’m perfectly comfortable here.” you smiled as you made your way into your bedroom, which led to your balcony.

You sat down with your ice cream tub in one hand and your phone in the other; without even thinking you dialed the number of someone you could trust, Min Yoongi. “___? Is everything okay?” he worriedly asked you. “Right now? Yeah, but Jungkook decided to show up to my house with his ex girlfriend.” “He’s with that sicko? After all she did to him? He was on hiatus for a year! A whole fucking year because of her! But now they’re friends?” “Apparently so.” you answered while taking a spoonful of ice cream.

“How are you dealing with that?” Yoongi asked you after he had calmed down from his mini rant. “I’m not too bad right now.” “Right now, huh?” “You never really know how you’ll feel in the future.” you told him as you continued to feast on the ice cream. “We’re going now, babe! Have fun!” Jungkook called before the door shut with a bang. “Did he just leave?” Yoongi asked you. “Yup.” “Do you want me to come over?” “Yes, please, before I do something stupid.”

“___, wake up! Fuck, what did you do? ___, please, fucking wake up! Yes, hello? 119? My friend just overdosed on her medication, please send immediate help!” “___, please, don’t do this to yourself, why would you do this? Is it because of him and her? ___, please fucking wake up! You can’t leave me behind, I was supposed to protect you! Wake the fuck up!” Yoongi cried in distress, he had found you on the ground with the bottle of pills spilt on the ground and immediately attempted to wake you up but failed. He was supposed to be protecting you like an older brother but he was too late.

“We’re currently stabilising her conditions, do you know what she took?” “They were some kind of anti-depressants, here’s the bottle. Will she be alright?” “It’s hard to say right now, she’s not waking up as of right now and her oxygen to carbon dioxide ratio is deadly but we’ll try our best.” the doctor said as he entered your room once again. “You can’t be doing this to me. Did you seriously do this? You have so much to live for.” Yoongi muttered.

Jungkook had been notified of the situation but didn’t seem to making an appearance any time soon. “We came as soon as we heard.” the other five members said as they each appeared in the hospital. “Where’s Jungkook?” Seokjin asked. “In some club with that Subin.” Yoongi spitefully replied. “Are you kidding me? Subin? Is he crazy?” Namjoon groaned. “Apparently they’re on good terms.” Yoongi muttered. “Seriously? After she left him in such a state? ___ was the one who was there, not her ass.” Taehyung ranted. “Is he coming any time soon?” Yoongi asked. “Doesn’t seem like it, I’ve sent him 30 something messages and he hasn’t read a single one of them.” Jimin muttered. “I didn’t know this boy was stupid enough to do this, to be in a club with his ex and leave his girlfriend to overdose.” Hoseok muttered as he placed his head in his hands.“Does he even care about her?” Jimin muttered.

Hours had passed and you seemed to be taking your time with recovering, “How is she?” “There’s minimal signs of recovery but her breathing’s somewhat better, we’re still trying.” Jungkook also failed to show up to the hospital, it was nearing 4am and everyone was knocking out but not Yoongi, Yoongi couldn’t sleep until he knew you were conscious. “Where is that stupid maknae?” Yoongi muttered, the anger rising in him as he messed with his phone.

“He’s on his way.” “Are you serious? Is there even any point, it’s been over 16 hours since I got here and now he decides to appear?” Yoongi responded. “Hyung, we all know he’s an idiot, so let’s just deal with him when he appears.” Jimin told him as he stood up to find some food. When Jungkook appeared, he was with Subin, and strolled in like it was nothing. He looked immaculate while everyone else had been sitting in their sweats for hours on end. “What time do you call this?” Yoongi growled. “3pm?” “Not the time, idiot! Your girlfriend has been in there for 16 hours and still hasn’t gained conscious from her overdose and you stroll in with this monster you call a woman as if it’s a mundane thing to do!” Yoongi shouted, the anger and stress of the situation had gotten to him and he could no longer keep it inside.

“One. I didn’t know which hospital she was in. Two. I was hungover. Three. My phone was off until this morning.” Jungkook replied as he took a seat next to Hoseok, who then moved away from him. “Okay, listen kid, your girlfriend who didn’t leave your side once overdosed herself which means she attempted suicide, why? Because of your ass. And for the record, we told you the hospital, you shouldn’t have been out clubbing with this woman and your phone should have been on for emergencies like this.” Yoongi told him from the seat closest to your room.

“Why are you all here anyway, she’s my girlfriend?” he muttered. “Without me, you could kiss your girlfriend goodbye. If she hadn’t told me to come over to stop her from doing this, she would have been dead!” “Then why didn’t you stop here?” Jungkook said, raising his voice. “I was too late but not as late as you.” Yoongi muttered as he walked out of the department and eventually the building. 

“Is that really how you guys see me? Am I just a monster to you?” a small voice asked. “Subin, know your place. This isn’t about you.” Taehyung snapped while fiddling with his phone. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they don’t mean it.” “Snap out of it Jungkook! We do not like her, we never did! You should be concerned about your girlfriend who is in there, closer to death than ever, not this girl you used to fuck!” Seokjin shouted out of frustration. “I think I should leave.” “No, stay.” Jungkook told her. “Let her fucking go, Jungkook. She has no place here.” Namjoon warned him. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“You’re an idiot, you know? You’re tearing us all apart and your girlfriend is in a battle with Death himself right now but all you seem to care about is her, open your eyes, kid.” Namjoon told him as he left to go for a walk. Eventually everyone had left Jungkook alone, he would finally have time to think over his actions. The reality of the situation hadn’t hit him until he was alone, he could lose you, his life partner, his saviour, how had he been so blind? Why was he so distracted by an ex who had done him nothing but harm.

“Min Yoongi-ssi?” the doctor called out. “Yes? Is she okay?” “She’s finally regained consciousness.” “Thank God, can we see her?” “Be my guest.” After a long 37 hours you were finally awake, a huge weight lifted of Yoongi’s shoulders and he felt as though he could breathe again. “Hey, kiddo, you alright?” he asked as he entered your room. “Could be better.” you muttered as you attempted to eat something. “Why did you do it, if you can’t answer, don’t?” Yoongi questioned. “I had missed a couple days of medication and thought I could make up for it this way, I also wanted to leave this place, so badly. Everything I have been doing led up to the moment he walked out of the door with her.” “Don’t blame yourself, it’s far from your fault.” “You look tired.” you pouted. “I haven’t slept in a ridiculous amount of time.” “Is it because of me? If so, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I’m okay.” “Liar.” “Whatever, do you wanna see the others?” 

You nodded in response and the rest of BTS flooded into the room, “How you doing?” Jimin asked you. “Alright, I’m sorry I made you all worry, I was being stupid.” “No, you weren’t stupid, you just wanted out, you wanted an exit. You weren’t stupid though.” Namjoon told you, causing you to smile, he understood you. “You know who was stupid though? Jungkook.” Seokjin told you. “Why?” “He was nowhere to be seen for almost half the time you were in here and he appeared with Subin.” he nagged. The name felt as though you had been shot in the chest with a machine gun that had no end. “Idiot.” Taehyung remarked from the side. 

“Where is he anyway?” Yoongi asked. “I’m here. And I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I’ve done this past week or however long it’s been.” “Spill it, kid.” Namjoon told him. “With you all here?” “I want them here.” you told him as he walked towards you and took your left hand in his. “___, I’m sorry for being so blind to the situation you were in, I’m sorry I was oblivious to your struggle, when I was thinking about it, I didn’t understand why I was so absorbed in Subin, I guess it was because the memories I shared with her were overpowering but I should have known better that I should have made more memories with you. The thought of almost losing you broke me, I didn’t realise the reality of it all until I was left completely alone, it felt bad, I felt helpless but I only felt that for a couple hours, I don’t even understand how you must’ve felt. I was such a bad boyfriend for these past few weeks, picking a fight on you whenever and not truly caring for you, I hate that I did this and that I can’t reverse time but please forgive me so I can make this all up to you.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” you asked him after his meaningful monologue. “I will never let you out of my sight and I will do whatever you want, go on the dates you want and spend all the time that I have with you, in order to make new memories with you. I can’t risk losing you, not when I know what it’s like when you were so close to death.” “Okay.” “Okay?” Jungkook replied. “Yeah, okay.” “___, he just confessed so much to you and spilt his heart and emotions and you replied with okay?” Hoseok asked, clearly holding in his laughter. “What else is there to say to that?” you chuckled. “Glad to know, you’re still you, my love.”

Nina Simone for #BlackHistoryMonth


Anon prompt: Wondering If you could write a Jughead x Reader fic where the reader is super self-conscious about her body and Jug notices and helps.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: body image, self-confidence issues, self-harm, angst

A/N: This is another song fic, based around the song Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger.


The alarm rings for the third time this morning and I hit snooze once again, looking back to myself in the mirror.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, eyes moving over the parts of my body I don’t particularly like.
My shoulders are too broad, my hips jut out in a strange way, my legs are too long and my calves are thick. I look at my face, my nose is too big, lips too thin and my eyes are small and hooded. Thick, pale scars line my thigs and hips, I run my fingertips over the small bumps they create.

The picture of Betty, Veronica, and myself at Sweetwater River catches my attention. I wish I was as gorgeous as Ronnie and Betty, they’re so beautiful, perfect in every way; and I’m just plain and ugly.

Keep reading

Human Coloring Book

Notes: This is a fic in which I combine my love for Dad!Killian with my love for tattooed Killian. I refuse to believe that man only has one tattoo on his person. He’s probably not as tatted as I made him in this, but whatever. As always, I have to thank my good friend @welllpthisishappening (if you’re not following her, there is something wrong with you because she is fantastic and she makes ridiculously long but amazing fics that will make you forget that the outside world exists and when they end, you weep because it was so good and you want more.) for listening and giving me feedback on my work. She’s the best. All mistakes are mine because I don’t have a beta and I am trash. You can also read it here on AO3: [LINK]
Summary: Killian Jones is covered in tattoos, including an impressive outline of a full sleeve on his blunted arm. Emma thinks he should get it colored. Killian gets it colored in a rather unconventional way.
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,500+

Emma nearly gasped the first time she stripped him bare and saw what was underneath all the leather. Nothing had prepared her for the magnificent artwork that lay undiscovered, hidden under numerous layers of black clothing. Killian Jones was covered from head to toe in ink. She had always assumed that he had a few tattoos aside from the heart and dagger that bore another woman’s name, but what she discovered was an entirely different level.

There wasn’t much work on his torso, but there was a tiny, tiny black swan on the far end of his collarbone and it became Emma’s favorite thing to kiss. It was a tribute to her, something that he had gotten while Emma and Henry were in New York. He had taken his vow to remember her everyday seriously and had marred his skin with his promise.

A pair of coordinates with an old fashion looking sextant took up the majority of the space on his left ribcage. It was one of the older looking tattoos on his body, the ink starting to blur a bit with age. Emma knew the moment she saw it that it was another memorial wrought on skin. It was for Liam and Emma sometimes caught him tracing it with a pensive look on his face in the dark quiet moments of the night, particularly on the hard days where one of them almost didn’t make it home.

Keep reading


The four suits in playing cards, clubs, diamonds, hearts, and spades, collectively represent the four elements, the seasons, and cardinal directions. They represent the struggle of opposing forces for victory in life. 

Post Apocalyptic Prompts

So, fair warning, while I have read some post apocalyptic novels I am not widely read so if all of these have been done before I do apologize. But, as requested, some post apocalyptic story prompts:

1) I had seen nobody, heard nobody, for 452 days. I hadn’t heard music since before the world went to shit. So the tinny blare of Dolly Parton’s “Son of a Preacher Man” had me more than a little startled. 

2) “If you’re the Anti-Christ, why are the zombies attacking us still!?” 
“It wasn’t a Christian apocalpyse was it? Radiation stole my life purpose.”

3) Jack was a famous post-apocalyptic writer. Cannibalism, grey skies falling, deep undertones of existentialism, the quintessential lot. He reveled in the misery of the worlds he created and the tears of his readers. It was all well and good until he ended up trapped in his latest bestseller - Husk. Surviving the wasteland was bad enough without letting anyone know it was his fault. 

4) “You’re a girl. She’s - she’s an actual girl.” 
“And who the fuck are you then, Peter and the end of the world lost boys?”

5) The androids sat in a solemn circle around the conference table, human faces flickering in the hologram between them. 
“I believe the ship that landed contained the survivors of a violent species called homo-sapiens. They will need to be managed, we are only just beginning to clear up their mess.” 

6) “You know, when I said I was literally going to hell for this, nobody was supposed to actually take that literally.” 
“I just got my head sliced off by one of the four horseman, I don’t care about you being a grammar nerd.”
“So what now, we Dante Inferno our way up to Heaven?” 
“You want to break into Heaven? This is why you’re literally in Hell.”
“Well, I don’t want to be tortured for all eternity, do I? And it’s not like going back to earth is in an option is it?”

7) The cannibal sprinted through the dead forest after his prey, eyes gleaming, hunger tugging at his bones. Tonight, was the night of the wild hunt. His favourite night of the new year.

8) They were supposed to leave together. Or maybe she was supposed to die. But she survived, and she was waiting when the ship came back.

9) They slept under the earth like corpses ready to rise for judgment day, waiting for the air to be clean and for the sky to change from purple to yellow like a healing bruise. Everyone knew not to wake the dreamers at all costs.

10) Money was a story of an old world, now, if you needed a new oxygen tank or food, you sold your body parts. Bones were handy, eyeballs could do a month’s rent, clean lungs were worth a small fortune. But hearts, oh a strong heart was the most valuable currency of all.

11) Those who still remembered the world before were considered blasphemers and madmen. The punishment for liars was swift.

12) The radiation kept their minds alive forever, even when their bodies were no longer whole. Trapped in the dust and the rock, like fossils as the world changed and began to grow again. Nobody knew they were still conscious as they began to mine.

killerfangirl3  asked:

Anxiety secretly picks up strays and takes care of them in his room. One day Morality goes to call Anxiety for dinner and when he doesn't get a response he finds Anxiety under a pile of animals that he has adopted.

.tw: cats

Sorry if this is bad im tired and i havent really focused on it as much as i should.

Thanks to @analogically-prinxiety for helping with the ideas and the cat name “nix”

“It’s time for supper!!” Morality called out. He had called out twice before but he knew by now that they never responded until after the third call.

“sheesh Morality, we’re here now!” Roman sighed.

Morality smiled and walked up to the dishwasher where he pulled out Anxietys special plate.
He noticed that Anxiety had been distancing himself more than usual so he got the special plates all ready for Anxiety. He knew Anxiety felt self conscious about eating in front of the others so he sometimes brought the food to him but he wanted to give Anxiety his special plate. They only used this plate on special occasions or when they needed cheering up.

He was humming some sort of tune as he walked towards Anxietys room. He knocked two times before walking in, not prepared for the sight he saw.

Anxiety was laying in bed with a panicked look on his face. He had two cats on top of him, one fluffy cat that was orange and white under their chin and another cat that was fully black. Anxiety was at loss for words as the orange cat got off him and came towards Patton.

“Wait I can explain!”

“Kittens!!” Patton squealed and went forward to cuddle the orange cat that came right up to him, settinf the plate on the deak besides the door.

There was also a fluffy white cat racing around the room being followed by another black cat. There were two more cats, a grey cat with white fur at the front, sitting on Anxietys bed, watching Patton and another orange cat that was laying besides anxietys leg.

“You… you like cats?” Anxiety asked, unsure of what to say.

“I love all animals! I prefer dogs because they’re more energetic, but- aww look at him!!!” Morality cooed at the fluffy cat as it started purring, “aww he likes me!”

“He’s a she actually, but why dogs? They’re big balls who bark a lot, at least cats only meow to talk to humans, dogs just bark at whatever.” Anxiety said pushing the black cat off him as he sat up.

Morality was about to answer but Logan came into the room.

“I’m trying to study what is going-“ Logan let out a scream when he saw two cats run towards him. The black cat ran out the door while the white cat curved his back and quickly turned and went under Anxietys blanket.

“Hey Boo, it’s okay, Logan won’t hurt you, he’s not as mean as he looks, it’s okay.” Anxiety cooed coming up to the cat. The cat hissed, and Anxiety backed away, still saying soothing words. The cat was no longer hissing, but he was shrinking deeper in the blanket.

“What the-“ Roman was now at the door besides Logan who was frozen in fear from the cat.

“Aren’t you the adorablest cat of them all, and you-and you and-“ Morality was too distracted by how cute the cats were.

Anxiety was nervous.

“I can explain!“

“You better! Logan has never been so scared before.” Roman said as he was trying to reassure logan by rubbing on his arms.

“I’m okay, I just didn’t expect to see a cat coming out of Anxiety’s room,” Logan blushed but was looking a lot more comfortable than before.

“I- I saw these cats wandering around and I thought I could take care of them, you know because they’re so cute and need a home. A shelter would just throw them in a cage or-or put them to sleep and I can’t do that to these six adorable feinds,”

“You… you realize that means mischievous or a wicked person?” Logan asked.

“Yeah?” Anxiety said frowning, “so? They’re still adorable feinds. They need a home and i gave them one. You can’t just take that away from them!”

The other sides stared at him, surprised. He had never been this defensive or looked so desperate doing it.

“Well he’s right. We can’t just throw them back in the streets. Besides look at this little ball of fluff, isn’t she adorable?!” Morality cooed at the orange and white cat.

“I call her fluffy. She’s the snuggliest of them all but loves to be playful.”

“Oh I know! How about we each adopt one? Take them off your hands? That way they could not be cooped up in one room!” Patton offered.

“oh, and Logan, Boo would be perfect for you.” morality said.

“I suppose i could look after a creature that is more frightened of me than i am. Plus they are pleasing to look at and make me want to squeeze their head.”

“i never thought i’d hear you say that.” Anxiety said hiding back a smile.

“Oh i can take this one too!!” morality pointed at the orange cat that was still on anxiey’s bed, Unphased by the strangers in the room, “ Please please please let me adopt her.”

“she’s all yours. I’ve never seen anyone adapt with her so quickly.” anxiety chuckled.

“I guess we could keep them seperately but i don’t know.” roman said.

“you could take the black cat. He rarely needs company but he will be there for you if you need it.”

“i guess i do need company when im in my room. And i have plenty in it to keep them entertained.”

“you have an entire forest in your room. I think they’ll be happy.” Anxiety pointed out.

“why not?” Roman said.

“okay so He likes to play and run a lot but is usually isolates himself. He went running out though so you’ll have to go find him.” anxiety said, “but he’d be perfect for you.”

“sweet I’l shall be back. Onwords to find our beloved lost cat!” Roman smiled and walked out of the room. Anxiety rolled his eyes.

“okay so he gets the black cat snd i get these two cats?” morality asked

“yeah and pie is what i call him.” anxiety said.

“whats this cats name?” logsn asked. Anxiety and morality turned to face him suprised to see him bendinf low to pet the white cat that had recently hissed ay anxiety

“Uuh her name is Boo.”

“Why is she called that?”

“Because she’s white like a ghost and is easily scared.”

“I dont understand your reasoning, but that is quite adorable for her.”

“Hey! What are you doing?!“ Roman screamed. The sides turned their heads to the door as they heard stomping. Before they could think to leave the room Roman came back holding up the black fluffy cat awkwardly. “nope I take it back. I’m not taking in this cat. He just tried to scratch my beautiful royal bed headset.”

Anxiety just snickered.

“Too late roman, you just agreed to take in Dragon.”

“Dragon?! I cannot have a creature in my room named after a creature i fight every day, especially one as adorable and evil as this creature.”

“No takesies backsies” Anxiety said.

“That’s such a childish thing to say.” Roman snapped.

“I say that all that time though” Morality said petting Fluffy.

“Exactly.” Roman snapped, looking uncertainly and uncomfortable at the cat.

“That looks highly uncomfortable Roman. I think it would be best to put them down until you can learn to properly pick them up.” Logan pointed out, petting Boo who was starting to purr.

“Aww they’re so cute!!! Wait, Can you take in Boo?” Morality asked, “I’ll take them in if you can’t.”

“Well,” Logan looked thoughtful, “They are quite a pleasure to pet. I have wanted a companion to keep me company in my room so i suppose I could take her in.”

“Yay! So it’s settled! I get fluffy and Pie, Anxiety keeps… Wait, what’s the black cats and gray cats name?”

“Nix and then grey”

“Aww that’s such a cute name for them!! Aww! Okay, Anxiety gets nix, and grey, Roman gets dragon and Logan gets fluffy!!”

“Sounds like it’s settled.” logan said stroking boos chin.

“Good luck with Dragon Prince!” Anxiety said smirking.

“Yeah yeah, i get it. Thank you for Dragon Anxiety. Some sappy smuck about how this is going to lead to a happily ever after yada da da, the end. Good night. This prince needs his beauty sleep. And im guessing Drafon is going to have to get used to his new room. Night.”

Prince grabbed Dragon in his arms, and positioned them so they wouldn’t fall and left the room.

“For some reason I’m really curious. How did you come up with Dtagons name?” Patton asked holding the two cats at the same time.

“Oh i didn’t have a name for him yet. I just thought that would fit because Prince would hate it.”

((No idea how to end so tada!! Sorry it took months to answer back!! ))

Sweet Disposition

Request- Reader X Spencer~where they have been dating for a year and the reader is a virgin but spence doesn’t know and it’s their first time and she gets really nervous but he helps guide her ;)

Request- Hiii. I absolutely love your writing! Do you think you could do an imagine with Reid, where the reader is really really insecure about herself and he being the profiler he is can tell and tries to make her feel better? Fuff? Thanks lovely 🖤🖤tag me if you can please ? @thosefantasticbeast2

So I have a lot of requests. I mixed some together and did what I felt like. Yolo. I love a fluffy smut.

Part 2 of SMUTmas!

Spencer had been in a relationship with her for almost a year. A year of kisses, cuddles and laughter, but very little physical intimacy. She was self-conscious, he knew it, even if he did not agree. For him, just being able to intertwine his fingers with hers on the sidewalk, and to kiss her goodnight every evening was enough. But his desire to worship every inch of her body, to kiss every piece of skin that made her feel unworthy, would never leave. He knew that she had never given all of herself to anyone before, not because of a lack of opportunity, but because she had never found that one special person to make it meaningful with. But he also knew what it was like to lose his own virginity to someone more experienced, so he ensured that he never pushed her. Spencer was worried, for a while, that she would not choose him as that special person, because when he looked at her, she was his whole world in one person. He gazed at her like she was the literal sun in the sky, and truly hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would see him in the same way.

This was until one night, as they walked hand in hand up the side walk after an evening together, and he stopped outside of her apartment. He cupped her face to give her a kiss goodnight, but she placed her hands on his chest and stopped him. Spencer gazed into the eyes of the woman he loved, as a small smile appeared on her face as she whispered the word which he had been dreaming about hearing.


She winked at him and he felt like the goddamn fourth of July fireworks were going off in his stomach. He allowed her to lead him by the hand into the apartment, and as soon as the door was shut, he encircled his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. His mouth was on hers as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, kicking open the door and delicately laying her on the bed. Spencer moved on top of her, kissing her collarbone and hearing her breathe a sigh of contentment. He carefully pulled her shirt off, kissing from her chest to her navel, appreciating every inch of her skin. She helped to slide her pants down to her ankles, which he then pushed off the bed as he knelt before her. He stared at her with a look of adoration. The parts she saw as insecurities, he saw as blessings. Spencer stripped down to his underwear and hovered over her, kissing her pulse point and earning a gasp. As he moved back, she moved her hands over to her stomach to conceal it, to which he shook his head at. He lowered himself between her legs and planted open mouthed kisses around her navel, on her hands, as he looked up and saw her gazing down at him with a smile. He fingered the sides of her panties as she gave him permission to slide them off, as she unhooked her bra.

Spencer immediately moved to her breasts, kissing and kneading them with his palms, hearing the moans escape from her mouth as he ran his tongue over her nipple. To his surprise, she took his hand and placed it over her sex, and he used his finger between her wet folds. Her head rolled back as he traced over her bundle of nerves, moving his fingers side to side when she closed her eyes in ecstasy. He moved down so that he was now positioned between her legs, planting sloppy kisses on each of her inner thighs whilst she entangled her fingers in his disheveled hair, pushing him closer to her core. He began to use his tongue, flicking, sucking, licking, as her thighs shuddered and inexplicable moans escaped her mouth like music to his ears. Within minutes, he felt her body begin to shake, and her back arch off the bed, when he gazed up at her and saw the beautiful sight that she was. Spencer continued as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure and rode out her high, hearing his name moaned after he gave her the bliss that she deserved. He kissed his way back up to her mouth, as she smiled comfortably into his kiss. She used her ankles to push down his underwear, and then wrapped her legs around his waist, and arms around his neck.

This. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. She had trusted him enough to give everything to him, and as he was skin to skin, gazing into the eyes of clearly the most beautiful woman in the entire world, he had never felt so at peace.

As he pushed his tip in, he hesitated as he saw her wince, but the chaste kiss she planted on his lips gave him permission to continue. He saw that her discomfort soon became pleasure as their bodies fitted together in a steady rhythm. Her limbs fit around him as if they were made to be there, whispering words laced with adoration whilst they moved as one. Spencer quickened the pace, sucking on her pulse point and hearing the gasps and moans escape her mouth. She tightened around him as she observed her face contort in pleasure, screaming his name whilst he circled her bundle of nerves and hit her sweet spot at the same time. Feeling her walls clench, it pushed him over the edge, moaning expletives as he collapsed on top of her.

He rolled over and lay on his side, making eye contact with the incredible woman who lay next to him as she grinned. He didn’t bother cleaning up and just threw his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She nuzzled into his neck as he traced patterns down her side, and ran his fingers down her spine. The happiness he felt was indescribable. This woman, in whose eyes he saw the world, loved him enough to give him everything she had. She had opened up every part of her to him, and for that, he thought she was a goddess. He felt blessed to have the privilege of worshipping her insecurities, like the temple that her body was, and appreciated every inch of her skin.  He was certain that they were meant to be, because it was as if their bodies were designed for each other, slotting perfectly into place. 

And every kiss, every touch of her on his skin, would never fail to ignite a spark inside himself that he once never knew existed.

watchful pt.2

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

summary: after watching each other for months, you and spencer go on a date.

words: 1754

warnings: sexual tension 

a/n: I just want to thank @starbucksreid​ for being really nice and encouraging about my writing, otherwise this probably wouldn’t have got written as I had a rough week. I’m really not even sure about this.

read part one here

Keep reading

Birthday Celebration #8.

Prompt: You turn up at my house at 4am, to cuddle?

Word Count: 873.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope.

A/N: Birthday drabble for @letsrunwithdream, hope you like it Ivona! Tried my best for the fluff, but this is the best I can achieve. By the way, thank you @evanstanss for the amazing editing!

Originally posted by marshthemallows

Spring summers had a magnetic effect on her, on her aura. She loved to wear an oversized and cozy knit sweater with fluffy socks while sitting in her loft balcony. The big and comfy loveseat Steve helped her choose worked as a friendly monster. A monster and loyal companion that anchored her to a surface while her mind wandered around fictional stories in a paper that rested between her hands and a glass of cold wine to her right.

The words in front of her eyes, the subtle music of Kings of Leon playing on the ground eased her mind from the horrors sealed in her veins. She would cheer moments like that one forever, moments in which she could just stop being a field doctor and be nothing, a mere observer for those fictional characters.

Keep reading

Words || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Hey can you do a fic where the reader is friends with jughead and dating Reggie, who’s terrible to her, and jug tries to help her get out of the shitty relationship??

A/N: I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Gif by @ravemreyes


Reggie never hit you.

That was a main reason of why you didn’t immediately leave him. It was why you said to yourself you were fine. Why you said the two of you were fine. That you were doing well. That you were happy when you really weren’t. You didn’t know why you weren’t.

Reggie was kind. Sometimes. Every once in a while, he’d take you to Pop’s on a date. Put his jacket around you when you were cold. Say something cute and funny.

Sometimes he didn’t.

Why did his words hurt you so much? 

That’s what they were after all. Just words. 

But still… his comments about your body, the way you dressed, the way you talked and walked and ate and—

“Y/N?” a voice asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You half-expected it to be Reggie about to unleash another remark about your voice or chin. But it wasn’t him.

“Y/N.” Jughead stated again as you were silent, still in a daze.

“Hmm?” you asked, snapping out of it, looking up at your best friend.

Jughead didn’t miss the relieved and thankful expression that washed over your face. You immediately loosened up.

“Oh, hey, Jughead,” you said. “Sorry, thought you were Reggie.”

You attempted a chuckle, but it came out as a humorless laugh. Jughead frowned.

Jughead Jones hated Reggie Mantle. And Reggie Mantle hated Jughead Jones. Why you and Reggie were together, Jughead didn’t know. But as far as he knew, Reggie hadn’t done anything bad to you.

So far.

He only heard good things about Reggie. From you at least. But then he remembered your expression. Why would you be relieved that it wasn’t Reggie, your boyfriend, at Pop’s with you on a Friday night?

Jughead took a seat in front of you and looked at you closely.

Unaware of Jughead’s stare, you resumed staring off into space again, your eyes lifeless. Jughead had known you for years now and he always knew you as a bubbly and happy person. The person he was looking at now looked broken.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, surprising himself with how his voice sounded.

You must’ve noticed his change in tone too because it snapped you out of your trance again. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Juggie.” you said, smiling weakly.

Jughead didn’t believe that for a second.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he pressed.

Your solemn expression changed to one of anger in record time.

“Nothing. Just leave me alone, Jughead.” you barked.

Jughead was taken aback. You didn’t get angry. A regular person would’ve scoffed at your words and gotten up and left. But Jughead wasn’t any regular person. He had seen this behavior at home before. You weren’t angry.

You were defensive.

Jughead sighed and leaned back in the booth, waiting for your guard to go down. He saw your expression turn to one of regret as you realized you snapped at your best friend. Tears welled in your eyes and Jughead’s eyes widened.

Something was really wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, Jughead, I didn’t mean to—” you began, before quickly wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, shh… it’s okay,” Jughead soothed as he took your hands in his.

Jughead waited until you managed to keep your tears at bay and get your breathing under control before he asked you his next question.

“Does this have to do with Reggie?” he asked softly, hoping it wasn’t.

You hesitated before nodding slowly.

Jughead began to fume inside.

That asshole.

“What did he do to you, Y/N?” he asked. “Did he hit you?”

You shook your head and Jughead felt some relief wash over him.

“He just…” you began. “Says things sometimes that aren’t very nice sometimes. Stuff about my clothes, my personality… my body.” you said, adding the last word softly.

Jughead’s felt his stomach drop and his heart broke. He knew you were self-conscious about your body. You had been since middle school. But when high school started, you were more confident. He thought you had finally seen your body for what it was. Something beautiful. And now Reggie has destroyed that self-confidence.

“Y/N…” Jughead began, trying to keep his voice steady, as he boiled inside with anger towards Reggie. “You need to leave him.”

Your eyes widened at Jughead’s proposition and you opened your mouth ready to argue when Jughead spoke again.

“Please,” he nearly begged. “I can’t see him hurt you again. Just… please leave him. I’ll help you, I’ll protect you, hell, I’ll do anything. Just get away from him. Before it’s too late.”

You swallowed, remembering how familiar he was with these situations. You took a shaky breath as you made your decision.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I’ll break up with him.”

Jughead let out a sigh of relief and you felt him grip your hands tighter, like he was afraid he would lose you.

“Thank you. Thank you, Y/N.”


A/N: It’s nearly midnight and I’m exhausted. Tell me what you thought! 


@gottalovetheapocalypse @lydixstiles @jughead-from-riverdale @pinkhappypanda @iamthegoatmaster @subsi4123 @reginaphlanageadams @river-vixns @deanskitten @latenightbooknerd @lostinpercyseyes @captainelsaeverdeen @itsjaynebird @allineedisconnor @juggie-jones-iii @superoriginalteenwolf @sastielstan @1amluke

Absolutely Anything

Summary: Y/N Stark lost her leg in a car accident as a teen. Her boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, helps her dad design a new prosthetic. To celebrate, they head to the beach, where some of Y/N’s insecurities resurface. Bucky decides to help Y/N beat her self-doubt by facing some of his own fears.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Reader

Warnings: mentions of a car accident, insecurities, an insane amount of teeth-rotting fluff

Word count: 2063

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt @fuckkoffcourtney !!! I hope I did it justice!

One Shot Masterlist

Bucky carefully guided you down the steps to your father’s lab with his hands covering your eyes. His heart was pounding in anticipation with each tap of your shoes on the metal staircase. When you both finally reached the bottom, Tony Stark was waiting bouncing with excitement.

“Okay, doll, open your eyes,” Bucky said, excitement filling his voice.

“Um, Bucky? You kinda need to take your hands off my face first,” you replied, cheekily.

“Oh, right!” Bucky fumbled. He removed his shaky hands and you found yourself staring at a metal leg.

Keep reading


Prompt: Could I request PolyHamilsquad with a s/o from an abusive background who’s very insecure and constantly judging themself and worrying what others think? But if you don’t feel comfortable writing this kind of thing its fine just forget it.
Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader
TW: mentions of abuse, abusive parents, language, anxiety, insecure reader, mentions self harm, throwing up, crying, fluff, it’s fluff
A/N: hey! Thank you for your patience! This was a difficult one to write because I wanted to convey that the reader was insecure, but I also wanted her to stand up for herself. I wanted to show that she had changed since her previous situation! I hope this is what you were looking for! I banked on personal experience minus the caring boyfriends for this piece, so I hope y'all can relate! If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always here! If you want me to tag something, please tell me! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!
Word Count: 1509

You stared at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed your hair one more time, smoothed your shirt. You fiddled with the hem, trying to get it to lay just perfectly across your jeans. You fiddled with the bracelets on your wrist, trying to get them to lie parallel with each other. You wanted everything to be perfect. Pristine.
“Y/N? You ready to go?” Alex called, and you nodded to yourself in the mirror before you joined him in the bedroom.
He gave you a once over and smiled. “Stunning.”
You rolled your eyes at him, and he took your hand. He was in casual jeans and a hoodie. He looked so effortless and cute. You felt like you looked frumpy.
The others were already waiting in the living room, each casually dressed and still looking like angels. How did you even get these four? You tugged on the hem of your shirt anxiously. What if they thought you were frumpy?
“Ready, mon chou?” Laf asked as he took your hand in his and kissed it. You nodded bashfully before they led you out. You got in the back seat of the Range Rover with Alex and John, who kept complimenting how cute you were, and they would brush their fingers over your cheek or pat your knee. They knew how self conscious you could get. They understood.
Herc drove to the Brick House, your favorite pizzeria, and he parked. Y'all got out of the car, Alex helping you down, and you immediately adjusted your shirt. He took your hand and led you into the restaurant with the boys.
They were loud, which put you a little on edge. Whenever you had gone to dinner with your family, it was quiet, regal. No one raised their voice. It was quiet chatter about how blue the sky was. Well, that, and it was interrogation time to see how well you were doing in school. Anything less than an A was intolerable. Other than that, you were expected to keep your head down. “Children are meant to be seen and not heard.”
“Y/N? What would you like to drink?” John gently asked you, and you looked up to see the waiter waiting for your answer. Everyone was staring at you expectantly. You had been too engrossed in your childhood stroll down memory lane.
“Uhh, water?” You ordered softly, eyes downcast. You were always told to speak softly and to be withdrawn. If you spoke up, someone else might notice you. You didn’t want that.
You bit your lip as the waiter walked off and John took your hand. You looked over at him, and he gave you a kind, dimpled grin. “You doing okay?”
You nodded, “Yeah. I’m just, uh, thinking about stuff.”
John squeezed your hand. “Well, I’m always here to talk if you want.”
You blushed, “Thank you.” You squeezed his hand, then went back to blankly staring at your menu.
“-and he says, are you ready for this? I don’t think you’re ready! He opens his fat mouth to say some shit! He goes, ‘Mr. Washington, I’m sure Alexander thinks he knows the solution, just like he thinks that’s a good fashion choice. Just because he thinks, doesn’t mean he knows, do you get what I mean?’ He said that! HE HAD THE SHEER AUDACITY!” Alex began shouting, and John rolled his eyes.
“He’s full of it, Alex. All that comes out of his mouth is shit-” John’s voice began to fade out as you were drawn back into a spiral.
When you were thirteen, you were friends with the neighbors across the street and a house down. They loved to play with you, and their parents loved talking to you. One day, one of the boys you’d hang out with asked about your dad. He said that some nights, he could hear your father screaming at you from all the way to his house. You tried to blow it off, so he asked your sister, who told your father you’d been telling people about how he screamed and got in your face and belittled you. He’d always said, “What goes on at home, stays at home.” You swore, up and down, on the pizza that had just come to your table in the upscale pizzeria he took your family to, that you didn’t tell him anything, but he refused to listen. He’d shouted, “All that comes out of your mouth is shit!” And he’d stormed from the restaurant, making a scene. You cried so hard you threw up in the bathroom, and your mom dragged you to the car. It was a tense car ride home. You still have scars from where you dug your nails into yourself from the anxiety.
“That’s unfair,” you whispered. Then you cleared your throat, “Th…That’s not true. You don’t even know what… what they say when you aren’t around… you… you can’t possibly know… you aren’t there… they’re… they’re more than a pile of shit, okay?”
Your voice was wobbly, and you had to pause to take breaths. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t look at any of them. What if you offended them? Why’d you have to go and open your mouth? Why couldn’t you just keep quiet?
John squeezed your hand, “Hey, hey,” he murmured as you trembled, and you looked over at him, biting your lip. “It’s okay. I’m sorry; you’re right. I didn’t mean to trigger you. Are you okay? Do you need something?”
You looked over and grabbed your water from the table, taking small sips from it while John rubbed your back.
“Sorry, I’ve just been on edge lately. Bad day,” you elaborated, and John nodded in understanding. The boys kept their voices down after that, and you sipped your water. John kept rubbing your back as the dinner progressed.
When the food came out, you had asked for a cup of ranch to dip your pizza in, but the waiter forgot. You weren’t going to say anything; it wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t want to make it a big deal. But John reminded the waiter for you, since he knew you hated confrontation of any degree.
You lightly conversed with the boys as you ate, John making a consistent effort to pull you into conversation. John understood your situation better than the other boys. He related more.
Once, when you had first started dating, you had admitted to him that you felt out of place. “I feel like it’s me. I just, I feel like the bad things that happen are my fault. Like, I’m the bad thing. It doesn’t matter that I’m not at my house anymore… it doesn’t matter that my dad isn’t here… it’s my fault. It follows me. I’m a screw up… I… I don’t deserve you…” you had started crying, waiting for John to leave, but he didn’t. He had crouched on the floor in front of you, and he gently grabbed your shoulders. “Look at me, Y/N. That’s not true, okay? You did not deserve to get screamed at. Have any of us screamed at you? Have I ever screamed at you? No. It’s because you don’t deserve that. You deserve better. What your dad did to you was not your fault. You are not a bad person. I’ve known you for a while, and I see a loving, kind, generous, good person. I’ve never seen you do a thing that would make you bad. Even if you did, I would still love you. We would all still love you. You aren’t perfect, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be perfect. You are not a doll on a shelf. Messing up, not getting pristine grades, being late to an occasion, it happens, but it doesn’t make you a bad person. You are a person. A person is a person. No matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, you are valid, and you deserve to be treated like a person, like a human with rights. Always.”
He understood when you were triggered or stressed, just like you understood when he was on edge or aloof. You got each other. Birds of a feather, flock together.
The boys knew, to an extent, how to help. They knew how to hold you and whisper to you after a nightmare since they’d practiced with John. They knew how patient they sometimes had to be when you were having a bad day. They knew the words you needed to hear so you didn’t devour yourself. They knew, and they did whatever they could to help.
When you got home from the dinner, they held you close, reassured you of how much they loved you, how perfect you were. They loved you a lot, you knew that, but it was still really nice and helpful to hear it. When they kissed your cheek, you knew that you’d be okay. They’d take care of you, they’d love you, they’d never leave you, and you would be okay.

Fast Enough For You?- Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) (X-men) (Smut)

So there’s an advert in my country right now and it’s Evan Peters as quicksilver. At the end he says “Fast enough for you?” then winks so obviously I had to write a smut. (X)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, just Peter being cheeky and the cutie pie that he is

“I know mum I miss you too but I honestly love it here. No mum I’m not moving back.” You were talking to your mom on the phone. You hadn’t seen her or any of you family in over a year and every time talk to your mom you always get a little homesick.

You’ve always had a close relationship with your family and you never went away on trips away from them for too long. So when you told them you were going away for a while they flipped out. But you explained that you wanted to make a difference in the world even if that meant you would be far away from them. They reluctantly let you move but little did you know you would meet the love of your life the first day.

You met Peter the first day of training and you automatically clicked. He is such a charmer and will do anything to make you laugh. On more than one occasion he would yell at anyone when he thought they were being too hard on you. That’s what you loved about him.

You stuttered on the phone as you felt both of Peter hand slip under your shirt and squeezed your boobs.

“I’m ok mum it’s just a little chilly in the apartment” you turned around and looked at Pietro. “Stop it, I’m on the phone with my mum” Pietro wasn’t going to let up, he began kissing your neck and biting the sweet spots.

Keep reading

Came Here to Forget

Jack slammed his hand against the bar on the door. There was music playing loudly, but he could barely hear it over his own racing thoughts. He sat himself on a bar stool and ordered a shot of Fireball.

Tonight, he was here to forget.

Sure, plenty of people came here to forget, but he had had his heart broken for the fourth time this year. By the same guy.

It was the same thing over and over. “I hate you, get out,” then a week later it was, “I messed up, I love you.”

Jack hated that he was head over heels for this guy, yet he was being used like a fucking toy.

He downed the shot with ease, running his fingers through his faded green locks and sighing. His eyes were red and his head ached. Jack twisted around and people watched, seeing nearly everyone being lovey-dovey with their partner.

A couple shared a fruity looking drink, booping each other on the nose and giggling.

“Augh..” he muttered under his breath. He settled on staring out the window by the door.

Suddenly someone pushed open the door with as much, if not more, anger as Jack.

Jack watched as this man shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way across the bar. As he took a seat next to Jack, he slid his hands over his head and groaned.

Jack felt a little self conscious. he knew he was a crying blubbering mess, and it was just his luck the last seat this..fairly handsome man could have taken was next to him.

The Irishman wiped at his cheeks with his already tear stained sleeves, trying to make himself look like less of train wreck. As he did, the man next to him looked up.

He had tired looking grey eyes and hair that had been bleached some time ago. It hung down the slightest bit, framing his face nicely, Jack thought. His hand rubbed over his stubble covered jaw, and Jack bit his lip.

Jack made eye contact and smiled weakly.

“Hello..” he said quietly, “are you feeling alright?” The grey eyes crinkled as he forced a smile.

“I should be asking you..” he cocked his head, and it took Jack a moment to figure out what he wanted.

“Oh, uhm, the name’s Jack.” he held out a sweatshirt sleeve covered hand.

“Felix,” the man said, taking Jack’s small hand in his larger one, “now really, Jack..are you okay?”  

Jack shrugged as the bartender brought him another shot.

“I’ve had my heart broken more times than I’d like to admit..” he murmured, “by the same guy.” he hesitated as he said “guy”, afraid he’d get ridiculed for his sexuality.

“Oh jeez..” Felix muttered as he sipped the vodka soda he’d ordered. Jack nodded sheepishly.

“I just really like him.” Jack said, fidgeting with his sleeves, “and I keep falling for his stupid little acts.” Felix clicked his tongue.

“To hell with him. Or anyone that fucks with someone as adorable as you.” Jack froze a little, chewing on his lip. He looked at Felix, a blush and a smile on his face.

“Oh, I-I didn’t mean that that way, I’m sorry..” Felix muttered curses under his breath, his face turning pink as he sipped his drink. Jack smiled a little more, but said nothing.

“So..why are you here tonight, Felix?” he asked quietly, “I told you why I’m here.” Felix stared at his drink for a second before answering.

“’s complicated..” he muttered, “I was with this guy, and..well I never really loved him that much, and I met this girl at the train station on my way to work. She sat next to me and we got to talking. She was really nice, not to mention gorgeous, and we ended up seeing each other nearly everyday. She had a similar work schedule as me, and we talked about the coolest things and..ah fuck I’m rambling..” he shook his head and sipped his drink. Jack put his hand on Felix’s arm.

“N-no, go on. I’m listening,” he said, giving a lopsided smile. Felix pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Are you sure you wanna hear me blab on and on?” Of course he did. Jack nodded.

“I-I’m a good listener,” he said, pulling his hand away and fidgeting with his sleeve again, “it might make you feel better if you talk it out.” Felix looked at him for a second, tired grey eyes meeting ones that matched perfectly. Then he continued, swiveling around to meet Jack’s knees with his own.

“I..well, like I said, she had a similar work schedule, and I started to develop a bit of a crush on her, and I thought at the time she liked me too..” he trailed off and sipped his drink again. Jack folded his hands in his lap. “One day on the train we talked about relationships and how we wanted to be sure we found the right person. Then she took a vacation from work and I didn’t see her for a bit. During that time, I decided I was going to break up with my boyfriend.”

Jack nodded, watching Felix politely. He couldn’t help but study his face as he talked. The soft dusting of freckles, how cute his nose was, the way his eyes crinkled when he was thinking. His lips looked soft, Jack noted. The black shirt he had on was tight, and Jack could see his muscles ripple as he moved.

He swallowed, looking back up at Felix’s face.

“I got home after work that week, and sat my boyfriend down, telling him I needed to say something important. He said he had something to tell me as well.” Felix took a deep breath, sipping his drink again. Jack could tell it was hard for him to tell this story.

He smiled reassuringly as Felix turned back to him.

“I told my boyfriend that I had met someone I enjoyed being around, and that I didn’t really feel that strongly about him..I-I expected him to cry or something, but he just laughed it off and..and told me he had been cheating on me a-anyway..”

“That’s fucking cruel.” Jack said, quickly reaching out to wipe tears from Felix’s face. Felix looked at him, and Jack quickly retracted his hand. “S-sorry.”

“No no, it’s fine,” Felix smiled, “thank you..” Jack blushed as Felix continued. “As if it couldn’t get any worse..apparently the person he’d been seeing was..was the same girl I’d met on the train..” Jack’s mouth dropped open, his hand flying up to cover it.

“Fuck..” he muttered.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?..” Felix murmured. Jack bit his lip as Felix edged forward on his seat, their knees pressing together. “He texted me about an hour ago..a photo of him and the girl kissing. He just wanted to rub it in my I came here.” Felix leaned his head in his hands.

He was so close to Jack, that he could have just kissed the top of his head.

But he refrained from doing so.

They sat there in silence, Jack settling his hand on Felix’s knee and rubbing his thumb across it until Felix lifted his head.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Jack..” he mumbled, “I’m a mess.” Jack shook his head.

“N-no, it’s absolutely fine. So am I. Don’t you feel a bit better now that you vented?” Felix nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I guess..” he looked at his watch, “oh Jesus it’s late..” Jack pulled out his phone.

It was 1:24 am.

“Fuuckkkk..” Jack dragged out the word, sighing.

Felix insisted on paying for Jack’s drinks, as payment for “making Jack listen to him ramble like a bubble blowing baby”. Jack honestly didn’t mind. He could have listened to Felix ramble for another three hours and then some.

They walked out together, fingers brushing up against each other. Blushes found their ways to both of their faces.

Felix fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car.

“Where’s your car?” he asked Jack. Jack chuckled lightly.

“I ah..don’t have my license actually. I walked here.” Felix looked at him wide eyed.

“No way in hell are you walking home at this time of night..Or day, whatever. Not on my watch. Get in.” He opened the passenger side door. Jack shook his head.

“Isn’t there a rule about not riding with strangers?” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Jack, I know you don’t know me that well, but please, trust me when I say I’m concerned about you.” Jack blushed.

“I-I mean I guess it wouldn’t hurt..” he sat down in the car, Felix shutting the door gently behind him. Jack buckled his seatbelt as he got in the car and started it.

What was the worst that could happen? Murder?

“So, uh, where do you live?” Jack bit his lip, then explained to Felix how to get there as they pulled out onto the street.

“Oh shit, Felix wait a second..” Felix drove back into their parking space, slightly alarmed at how panicked his new friend sounded.

“What is it?”

“My-my boyfriend..well ex boyfriend, is having a party at house. He texted me on my way here..” Felix looked at Jack, complete worry taken over his face.

“Fucking asshole..” he muttered, looking away, “I-do you wanna come to my place then?..” Jack played with his sleeves.

“I-I dunno..I don’t want to be a burden on you, Felix.” he murmured, “You just met me, I’m sure you have stuff to do.” Felix shook his head and grabbed Jack’s hands before either of them knew what was happening.

“Jack, you will not be a burden to me. I want to help you. Please, come to my house, you can stay the night and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” Jack looked at his hands that had been taken into Felix’s, then back up at the man in front of him.

“I-if you’re sure..” Felix smiled, relief showing on his face.

“Thank god.”

They drove in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. They would look at each other now and then, giggles and blushes being shared.

Felix pulled into his driveway and Jack whistled softly.

“Nice place.” he said as he opened the door. Felix pushed a hand through his hair and shrugged.

“Thank you.” he murmured. He unlocked the front door and let Jack in first.

Felix took Jack’s sweatshirt and hung it in the closet next to his coat. Jack kicked off his shoes as a pug came to greet him. He laughed, getting on his knees and talking to the dog as if it was a baby.

Felix chuckled, “that’s Edgar.” he said, “He loves people, but I’m pretty sure he was sent from hell to watch over me or something.”

Jack burst into a fit of giggles as continued to pet the dog before standing up.

He turned to face Felix, not realizing how close he actually was to him. Their faces were just inches apart. Jack blushed, but didn’t back away. Felix’s hand suddenly connected with Jack’s hip, and he pulled him closer. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned in, their lips meeting in the middle.

He wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck, pressing their bodies together. Felix smiled into the kiss before disconnecting it to breathe.

Jack’s face was red as all hell, he was sure of it.

“I-wow..” he breathed. Felix bit his lip; he suddenly looked embarrassed.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Jack..that was uncalled for..” he let go of Jack, the Irishman immediately feeling the loss of heat. “I shouldn’t have-”

Jack grabbed Felix’s hand and put it back on his waist, quieting him.

“Don’t stop..” Jack whispered, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. He felt Felix lean in again, this time kissing him a little harder. He brought his hands to Jack’s butt, squeezing gently as he picked him up with ease. He backed Jack up against the wall. Jack laughed lightly, wrapping his legs around Felix’s hips. He ran his slender hands down Felix’s shoulders and arms, feeling each muscle ripple as he moved.

For some reason, he couldn’t put his finger on it, he felt extremely safe in Felix’s arms. His cares seemed to melt away as he kissed this stranger he met at the bar.

They parted slowly, foreheads still touching. Felix’s smile grew as he stared at Jack with those beautiful blue eyes. He was a little out of breath, but in a good way.

“Are..are you sure you wanna do this?..” he murmured, looking down at Jack’s lips, his eyes not daring to travel any further. Jack squeezed Felix’s sides with his thighs and smiled softly.

“Would I have stayed if I didn’t?”

With that their lips collided again, Felix letting out a soft groan as Jack ran his fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, Felix pulled back from the wall, Jack’s arms wrapping around his neck again. Felix started up the stairs to his bedroom, kissing Jack’s neck as he did. Jack threw his head and giggled, making Felix grin.

Kicking the door open with his foot, Felix placed Jack on the bed, climbing on top of him. He laughed, his deep baritone voice rattling Jack’s chest as he kissed him.

“You’re so cute..” Felix mumbled as he kissed up Jack’s neck. Jack hooked his legs around Felix’s waist.

“Thanks..” he murmured. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Felix continued kissing Jack’s jaw, carding his fingers through Jack’s faded green hair tenderly. The Irishman closed his eyes and smiled softly. He tipped his head back as Felix’s kisses moved his shoulder.

His hands began to slide down Jack’s slender figure, stopping at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away, looking him straight in the eye.

“I-is this okay?” he asked, fingertips lingering on Jack’s hips. Jack nodded and sat up, allowing his t-shirt to be slipped off and tossed to the floor.

Hands touched his shoulders, snaking down his bare torso. Jack shivered, grinning sheepishly as he did. Felix chuckled.

He pulled away, looking Jack up and down, studying every last detail of him as he smiled. Jack covered his face with his hands.

“Stop staring’..” his voice was muffled by his hands. Felix reached over and removed them from his face, kissing each hand as he set them down.

“You’re so gorgeous, Jack..” he said soothingly, adjusting himself so he was sitting in Jack’s lap. Jack looked away, blushing. Felix took his chin in his hand and kissed him, cupping his cheek with the other hand.

“Take this off..” Jack mumbled into the kiss, fumbling with Felix’s shirt. Felix smiled and slipped off his shirt, tossing it to join Jack’s. As he pulled away, Jack let his mouth hang open a little at how well-built Felix was.

“Christ..” he whispered, running his pale hands down Felix’s tanned torso. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as Jack toyed with him. “I got lucky tonight, didn’t I?” he muttered into Felix’s neck, kissing it sweetly. Jack heard him laugh softly as he continued to litter his neck with kisses. As Felix arched his back, Jack felt his erection press against his stomach.

“Fuck, o-oh god,” Felix’s hips came to life, and he rolled them against Jack. The Irishman fell back onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Sitting himself on Jack’s hips, Felix fumbled impatiently with Jack’s jeans, finally sliding them down his legs and throwing them to join the other clothes on the floor. He then slipped out of his sweatpants and attacked Jack’s neck again, leaving them in their boxers.

“Shit-ah fucking hell..” Jack rutted his hips up into Felix’s, desperate for friction. To his relief, Felix returned the favor, pressing himself against the boy beneath him.

Nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their place as they dragged down. Felix kissed Jack again, slow and sweet as he rolled his hips at a perfect rhythm. The Irishman moaned into the kiss, a string of curses leaving his lips as he felt himself getting close.

Everything that had happened to these broken-hearted men was gone, replaced by pure pleasure. Jack’s head felt light, and Felix’s lips on his were the only thing he was focused on.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Felix growled as he hid his face in the crook of Jack’s neck, “fuck, fuck, fuck..”

“Ah god, I’m gonna cum, Felix..” Jack shut his eyes, his hips moving on their own accord now. His cheeks were hot, every fiber of his being on edge as he held onto Felix.

“Do it, cum for me, Jack.” he felt himself tip over the edge, leaning down to kiss Jack hard. As Felix slowed down, the Irishman arched his back, moaning louder than he intended.

“Ah fuck!” his hips jerked up a few more times before they both collapsed, Felix on top of Jack, breathing heavily.

“Mm, Jesus Christ..” Felix murmured as he turned over to look at Jack.

“Yeah..” Jack muttered, smiling at the man lying next to him. There was silence for a minute, both of them staring at each other fondly.

“Hey..” Felix lifted his head and reached out to run his thumb across Jack’s cheek, “thank you.” Jack propped himself up on his elbow, bumping noses with his counterpart.

“Fer what? Invading your house at 2 in the morning and cumming on your bedsheets?” Felix laughed.

“No no, as much as I enjoy the fact that you came on my bedsheets,” Felix pulled Jack’s head towards him, both of them laughing a little as they shared a kiss. “thank you for trusting me. Thank you for helping me forget..” Jack kissed him again.

“I was gonna say the same thing..” he murmured. Felix moved so he was lying on the bed, and he pulled Jack into his chest.

Jack closed his eyes, snuggling himself into Felix’s shoulder and sighing. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” he said quietly. Felix draped an arm over Jack’s waist and pulled the blanket over them.

“Thank you for staying.”

A/N this is a re-write from a since deleted blog of mine, so if you noticed that, please don’t bash me for it. thanks. hope you enjoyed otherwise!