like shes still okay but i know she wont be eventually

Mock up the courage

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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BTS Reaction: Waking up from a nightmare involving you (request)

Jin/Seokjin:

He checked his phone, Y/N was still not home, even though he had called multiple times. Asking what’s taking so long, they should’ve been home one hour ago. 

Suddenly the phone rings and he throws himself onto it, he read Y/N and his fingers quickly swiped answer. 

“Jagi? Where are you?!” he yelled desperately through the phone. 

“Help me…” your voice was weak and barely over a whisper. His blood turned cold and he froze up. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again a cold voice answered.

“If you want your little jagi back, be sure to be here in 30 minutes” the voice said and ended the call. Jin didn’t have time to think and ran out the door. The phone dinged, showing he got a text message. It told him the address and Jin had probably never drove so fast in his entire life.

There was still 5 minutes when he arrived to the abandoned factory. 

“Come out you bastard!” he yelled, looking everywhere for any sign of life.

“…I’m glad you could come…” the voice said, suddenly your body was in front of him. “Y/N!” Jin yelled as he ran towards your body. 

“don’t… come… clos-” you croaked forward, your face panicked.  But before he could reach you a gunshot was heard. 

He stared at you with big eyes as the blood started pouring.

“Now it’s your turn” the voice said from behind and another gunshot was heard. 

-

Jin jerked up, wide awake, sweating and with ragged breath. “Was that just a dream? It had to be… Right Y/N?” he asked and turned to your side of the bed, just to find you not there “Y/N?” he asked starting to get panicked again. 

He quickly got up from the bed and started to put on his clothes as he called you with the other hand “Y/N!” he yelled through the apartment. 

“Yes?” you asked from the kitchen and Jin fell to the ground. As your hear all the ruckus you decided to walk out just to find your boyfriend on the floor with his pants sloppily pulled on. “Jin?” you asked getting a bit worried, he looked like he had ran an entire marathon.

“You’re safe” he whispered as you crouched beside him “You’re safe” he repeated and then hugged you.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi, I can’t do this anymore.” There was not an ounce of pain in her voice.

“What?!? Why?!?”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“No! I thought things were great between us! Why do you want to end this?”

“Because I am tired of coming second to your music… Even if I did come first, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I ever really did.”

She was expressionless as she walked out of his room. It wasn’t until he heard door shut that he could move his body again and he ran to the door. When he opened it, she was nowhere in sight.

-

He woke up instantly. “Y/n?” he called out, but there was no one to respond considering that he woke up alone in the studio.

He sat up in a daze, his lyrics notes stuck to his cheeks. “Was that real?” he asked himself. He pulled his phone out and gave Y/n a call. She didn’t answer, so he called again… and again… and again. Every time he called, he only got her voicemail.

“Oh no.”

He jumped out of his chair and made his way to the apartment he shared with y/n.

“Did she really leave? That was just a dream…Right? No, she didn’t leave me… but it felt so real and we did fight over y schedule last week… I need to find her.”

He opened the front door and found y/n knocked out on the couch in front of the tv. It was a scene that both relieved his mind and broke his heart. Sure he was glad that Y/n was there, but he knew she was waiting for him. She probably stayed up hours just to see him a bit before bed. It didn’t hit him till now that a great person like y/n should deserve a relationship where she should go so much out of her way to try and see him a bit more in the day. 

He went up to her, gently waking her up. “Babe, wake up.” he whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and pushed his arms away. It was a move that made him second guess if the dream really was just a dream.

“Y/n, wake up. You can’t stay asleep on the couch.” 

It took a while, but eventually he got her to wake up. “Yoongi? What time is it?”

“3 am… What are you doing on the couch?”

She rubbed her eyes. “You said you would be home by 11. I was staying up till you got back.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked nervously.

“No, why?” she yawned

“Because I wasn’t home when I said I would be.”

“I just figured you got busy.”

He saw down next to her and held her tight. “I love you.” he said. It felt nice when she placed her sleepy head on his chest.

“Me too”

“I’m sorry y/n, this wont happen again okay. I promise that I come home ever night.” 

She looked up at him. She was so tired her eyes were barely open. “Ok, but can we go to bad now?”

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

“I don’t like this Y/N” he said as he hugged your arm tighter. You were back down in the reptile room of the zoo, because you had to pass it to get back to the food court. 

“I know jagi, but they won’t hurt you. They’re behind glass, they can’t do anything. See?” you said and put your hand towards one of the glasses. Just to find it not there anymore. Your eyes grew big as you got pulled into the snake habitat by one of the big snakes.

“Y/N!” he yelled as he saw you getting pulled deeper into the forest like room. He hesitated a bit, the snakes on the ground were looking at him hungrily. Or at least that’s what he thought. 

“HOBI!” your shrill voice rang, snapping him out of confusion. He stepped into the habitat, and jumped and screamed a bit as a snake slithered over his foot. You yelled again and he closed his eyes focusing. “Come on, you have to save Y/N” he then started sprinting into the habitat, into the green leaves. Ignoring all the snakes, and only focusing on getting to you. 

He didn’t have to run for long before he could see your shirt. He quickly ran there, but just as you made eye contact with each other, the ground beneath him disappeared. “Y/N!” he yelled as he fell down the pit. A snake pit.

The last thing he saw before getting covered in snakes were you getting wrapped up by a giant snake.

-

“AAAAAAAAAH” he yelled as he felt something touch his arm. His arms were flailing all over the place, trying to protect him from the snakes. 

“HOBI!” you yelled again since he seemed to not have heard you before. You tried to pin his arms down, while watching out so you wouldn’t get hit by a flying hand.

This time he heard you “Y/n?” he asked and opened his eyes to see you hovering over him. “Y/N!” he yelled relieved. And that’s when he started to cry. He hugged you close to him, breathing in your smell.

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream” you say stroking your hand over his back. As he calmed down a bit he sat back and dried his face a bit.

“I thought I lost you” 

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Rap monster/Kim Namjoon:

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a midnight snack.

“Y/n! Y/n!” you could hear your boyfriend calling out to you.

“Over here!”

You heard practically every door in the hallway open and close. “No, babe, the kitchen!” you called out.

Soon he appeared in the kitchen, waddling as fast as his tired body could move him. “Y/n, you are okay!” he hugged you tightly.

“Of course I am. What’s with you?” you asked, giving him a ‘weirdo’ face.

He didn’t answer your question, he just gave you a kiss, still holding you as tight as he could.

“Babe, why are you being weird?”

“I had a bad dream.” he whimpered.

“What did you dream about?”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, tell me. Letting it out will make you feel better.”

He let out a deep sigh. “… I dreamt that a giant 20 foot Ryan was chasing you in this skyscraper and I was trying to save you and he chased you all the way to the roof and he pushed you off and I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“A giant Ryan?” you giggled.

“Baby, it’s not funny! I was so sad and scared when I woke up and you weren’t next to me. I thought I really lost you!”

“Namjoon, it was a stupid dream. You dreamt that a giant Ryan was chasing me and pushed me off a roof.”

Rap monster laughed a bit. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid.”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll go to bed when I am done eating.”

“Nope, I’m not letting go of you until you come back to bed with me.”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin/Park Jimin:

[Missed calls from Jagi: 3]

>> [3:17 am] I can’t do this anymore Jimin

>> [3:17 am] Help me. I can’t take it.

>> [3:18 am] I’m sorry. I loved you.

<< [4:53 am] Why aren’t you answering your phone?

<< [4:53 am] What do you mean loved me??

<< [4:54 am] Jagi?

He called again hoping for Y/N to answer but to no avail. It went straight into voicemail. Y/N had been acting weird for a while, and he did not feel good about this. “What does she mean by ‘loved?’” 

“Where are you going?” Suga yelled after him as he left the dorm “I have to find Y/N” he yelled back as he hurried to get to your shared apartment. As he was driving he’d call you over and over again. 

“Why aren’t you answering?” he’d start to panic slowly. “Y/N is okay Jimin, calm down. Just drive there safely, and you’ll be there in no time. Everything will be okay. You’re just overreacting” he tried to tell himself. 

He finally arrived to your apartment and he wasted no time to run there. “Y/N open the door!” he yelled as he knocked on it. He could hear the TV was on, maybe you were just asleep? 

He fumbled with the extra keys he had to get the door open. Maybe you were just asleep? Maybe you saw a bad movie and fell asleep on the couch? That must be it.

“Jagi?” he asked as he walked over to your limp body on the couch. Your phone was on the table, and in your hand you had an empty bottle of pills. As he saw the bottle he felt sick to his stomach. “No no no no no” he repeated as he tried for your pulse. But it wasn’t there. He quickly let go of your cold wrist, tears already streaming down his cheeks. He let out a scream of agony.

He screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. He reach out to the spot next to him, but he didn’t fell y/n there. Her side of the bed was empty. “Where is Y/N?” This couldn’t be real. It was just a dream, it had to have been  dream. He panicked and jumped out of bed to search for her through the apartment. 

The living room was empty, but he became even more alert when he heard something from the kitchen. It sounded awfully a lot like pills. “No!” he yelled as he ran into the kitchen to see her putting something small and round into her mouth. He quickly ran to her and pulled her hand from her face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” she mumbled, a mouth full of whatever it was.

“Spit that out!”

“What?!?”

“Y/n spit that out!” he cried.

She didn’t, she just chewed what was in her mouth while staring at him as if he were crazy. “Babe, I’m just eating a snack.”

“Snack? Eating? Wh- What are you eating?” 

She didn’t answer, she just held out the package of M&M’s. “What is going on? Whats with you?”

He couldn’t help but feel so stupid as he let out a little chuckle and sighed in relief. “Nothing jagi, nothing”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

V/Kim Taehyung:

He felt warm sun on his skin. Y/n was next to him on the standing staring at the calm ocean.

“Let’s go swimming?” she suggested

He looked around the beach, not a soul in sight. “Yeah, just you and me!” he smiled.

They walked into the refreshing water, letting the small waves rock them a bit. 

“Tae, let’s go in deeper.” They did so, the water going up to their waists. “Deeper!” she smiled pulling him deeper until the water was up to their shoulders.

“Maybe we should go a bit closer to shore.” He said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach for some reason.

Y/n pouted. “But I want to float. Let’s go further.” 

He couldn’t say no to her. He let her pull his further away from the beach. Now they were in water so deep, he couldn’t feel the sand under his feet any more. He looked back to shore and it looked like if it were miles away.

“Tae, let’s play again!” she said with excitement. “Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest. 

“Ok”

At the same time they dunked their heads underwater. He barely held his breath for 45 second when he came back for air. Y/n wasn’t up yet, so he waited. Another 30 seconds went by and she hadn’t come up yet. “Wow she can hold her breath for a long time.”

Another 30 second went by and that’s when panic set in. He swung out his limbs, to try and feel for her in the dark water. “Y/n? Y/n?!?” He swam around, trying to feel for her, but he couldn’t find her

He dunk his head under water again. He didn’t care how much the salt water hurt his yes, he kept them open as he tried to look for her, just to see nothing.

-

He woke up gasping for air. “Y/n?!? Y/n?!?”

“What?!? Tae, what happened?!?” you freaked, running out of the restroom, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/n, you’re out of the ocean!” he shouted as he jumped out of bed and practically tackled you with a hug.

“Tae, what ocean?”

“We- We were at he beach and we went into the water and- and we held our breath under water and- and-and you never came back up!” he whimpered.

“Tae, calm down. It was only a dream.” you said softly.

“Dream? Dream…” he said to himself, looking around the place and realizing he was in their bedroom. He let out a deep breath and smiled. “I was so scared I thought it was real.”

You hugged him tight, trying to calm him down, rubbing his back and giving him light kisses on his neck. “It’s okay baby, I’m fine. Go back to bed. I’m going to dry my hair before I lay down.”

“Nope!” He said pulling you to the bed with him.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

“I’m right here Jungkook!” The demonic doll screamed 

He quickly grabbed y/n’s hand and dragged her away, both of them running down the hall to the stairs.

“You can’t run from me!” he could hear the evil voice as if the doll was right behind him

“Y/n, let’s run faster!” he tugged on her arm and helped her run as fast as him.

They made it down stairs and they went to the back door. He swung open his last door to escape through to see the doll already there waiting for him. “You can’t leave Jungkook!”

He screamed. “Y/n, turn around!” He spun around, but y/n wasn’t behind him. Instead he came face to face with the doll.

“I got you Jungkook!”

-

“Agggghhhh!” He shot up in bed in a cold sweat. He felt out of breath as if he really was running. “Y/n?” immediately he looked all over the dark room for her.

“Baby shhhhhhhh!” y/n groaned in a zombie voice.

“Jagi!” a rush of relief hit him that it really was just a dream. He practically pounced on her, holding her tight. “Thank goodness you are okay!”

“Agh! Jungkook, get off!” he whined. She pushed him off, sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. She glared back at him with squinting eyes and a head of bushy hair. “Jungkook, the fuck? I’m trying to sleep.”

He didn’t care how grumpy she was, he was just glad none of it was real. He hugged her again, resting his chine on her head. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. It was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” To his surprise, Y/n started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ha! Cuz let me guess, you dreamt about the scary movie we saw before bed, the one you made me see with you?”

“…Maybe…”

She started laughing harder. “Aish, Jungkook you made me watch that movie in hopes of getting me scared to get me to cuddle you, but here you are having nightmares.”

“Hey! The movie was scary okay!”

Y/n took a look at her phone. “Baby, it’s 3am, let’s go back to sleep. You have practice in the morning.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep.” he pouted

She cupped his face, looking at him with tired eyes. “Baby, it was just a dream okay? A nightmare is one thing, but imagine how scary your choreographer is going to be tomorrow when you are too tired to pay attention in practice.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m always right.” she kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.” She turned around to turn the lamp off.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“… Can you leave the light on?”

She laughed again, resting her head on her pillow. “Night, love you.” she yawned

“I  love you. Night.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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@eyethefluff requested: “Can I have Peter being defended by dad!Tony when he heard that Peter got bullied?”

This got particularly long but sjdlfjsdlfjl good prompt

Also let me just say am I good at action scenes??? No. did i write one anyway??? Psh heck yeah

also also sorry this took so damn long!!! I got stuck on the last bit for a long time


Usually swinging from building to building and doing flips around the city as Spider-Man cheered Peter up instantly after a long day at school. Usually it was all he could do to wait until 2:45 when the bell rang and he could run out to get his patrol snack. But when the bell rang that day, after perhaps the trillionth time “Penis Parker” had been chanted or passed along in stupid notes as if they weren’t in high school now, Peter walked out of the school feeling dejected and tired.

He didn’t feel like losing his backpack on top of everything, so since he wasn’t in a rush for once, he went back home.

“You’re home early,” May commented when he walked in the door. He shrugged and she followed him down the hall from the kitchen. “Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad day,” he explained. He didn’t want to talk to May, not right then at least. Maybe when he got home after blowing off some steam, he would be more willing to open up. “I’m gonna go out if that’s okay.”

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BTS Reaction To: You Being Jealous.

JIN.

Jin was giving more attention to his dance choreographer than you, resulting you in jealousy. Of course, you didn’t want to tell him that you was jealous, but it came to a point where he would even go to lunch with her, and you couldn’t handle it.

Once he came back from dance practice, you had planned to confess to him your jealously. He told you he would be back no latter than 6pm, but here you were, sitting at your dinning table, alone. It was eight o’clock, and you grew impatient, so decided to eat dinner on your own. You glanced at the plate beside you that was filled with food, waiting to be eaten by Jin. Jin was always back for dinner.

But your mind raced as you remembered he probably was with his dance choreographer, eating dinner with her instead of you. You sighed sadly, and with this thought, you suddenly lost your appetite.

An hour later, Jin came stumbling back home, calling out your name. You, angered, didn’t reply until he found you sitting in the living room.

“Finally decided to show? I bet your new girlfriend loved your company.”

Jin looked at you, confused, then finally caught on. “I love you, not her. I only love you, okay? And plus, she’s happily married!”

You, relieved, muttered out an “oh..”, resulting Jin in laughter.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

SUGA.

Yoongi was spending time with Suran lately. Suran was nice, sure, but you still had a hint of hate towards her, but that was all due to your jealously. He was going to produce another one of her songs, which meant he had to be with her in the studio all day.

It made you especially jealous when Suran decided to post a goofy picture of Yoongi on her Instagram. You wasn’t even allowed to post a picture that showed Yoongi in it incase people suspected you two were dating, and both of you agreed to keeping it on the down low before.

You texted Yoongi - Hey Yoongs, can you come home now? You’ve been working for ages.. I miss you. Don’t overwork yourself, okay?

Yoongi texted back after a couple of minutes - I’m busy, baby.. you know I can’t just stop working. Be back later, don’t wait up for me though.

His response disappointed you, but you should have expected it.

It was around midnight and Yoongi came back home, surprised to see you awake.

“I told you not to wait up for me..” He said, almost angrily.

“Well, I wanted to see you. Considering I’m your girlfriend, and I hardly get to see you because of Suran. You can’t tell me what to do, either.” You spat.

“Where the hell is this coming from?!” Yoongi exclaimed. “Why are you so jealous?!”

You two argued for a bit, until Yoongi apologised, telling you he was sorry and giving you plently of kisses. He kept muttering that he loved you, and wouldn’t leave you for the world.

Originally posted by jeonbase

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon loved his fans. He adored them, and so did you. Without his fans, he wouldn’t be where he was today. But this one particular fan bugged you, all because of your jealously. You was having a meal with Namjoon, and a table right in the corner, had a fan who kept staring at Namjoon, a smirk wiped across her face. Namjoon noticed her, and smiled, slightly waving. This seemed to give her a confidence boost, as she made her way to our table.

“Hey, Namjoon!” She greeted, completely ignoring you and disturbing yours and Namjoon’s date. You plastered a fake smile, trying to look happy, when in reality, you had never been more irritated in your life. Namjoon didn’t seem to care that she interrupted you both, and had a full on conversation with her. She didn’t hesistate to flirt with him, and it pained you that you couldn’t do anything about it. When they finished talking, she winked playfully, to which Namjoon responded with a wink too. Jealously coursed through your veins. She walked away, grinning.

“Sorry about that.” Namjoon laughed.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I love watching my boyfriend flirt with a fan.” You responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“Aw, are you jealous?” He questioned, laughing. This increased your anger, and Namjoon could tell by your facial expression. “I only love you, okay? In fact, I’ll even prove it when we get back home..” He smirked.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

J HOPE.

Hoseok was dancing with another girl. She was beautiful, too. You watched as his arms slipped round her waist, and they danced so well together. It infuriated you. They had to practice their choreography for a music video, but still, jealously took over you. Once she left the dance studio, you became blunt with Hoseok, only simply nodding to things he said. Soon enough he pulled you in by your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“What’s wrong? I know somethings up..” He questioned.

“Oh, I don’t know.. maybe the fact that you clearly like your new dance partner.” You spat. “Just tell me now. If you don’t like me anymore then-”

“What? I love you, (y/n). You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go - ever.”

Originally posted by osyub

V.

Taehyung kept messaging a girl he met recently at the studio. They both shared the same passion for music, so they always talked about their interests. Taehyung was glued to his phone, messaging her and not giving you much attention. It had been hours and hours of him messaging her until eventually you just snatched his phone off of him.

“What the-?”

“I’m sorry, Tae, but just hear me out for a second.. I can’t help but believe you like this girl.. maybe even more than me.”

Taehyung was silent for a second, stunned. “She’s just a friend. She’s nothing more than that, and she never will be. I’m madly in love with you, and nobody can change that.”

You smiled, passing him his phone back and giving him a long, passionate kiss. He tossed his phone away.

“I wont need that tonight.” He smiled.

Originally posted by bwipsul

JIMIN.

It was no secret that Jimin had been hanging out with his friend from childhood more recently. Even the media had pulled up on it, with headlines such as: “JIMIN REUNTIES WITH CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART!” or “Has Jimin broke up with (Y/N)?”

Jimin was even talking about her. During dinner, he mentioned her name a few times before creating a whole conversation about her.

“She’s really funny too. She’s good at dancing and even singing. She’s real talented. You two would get along very well.” He smiled.

Hearing him talk about her in ways he probably didn’t even talk about you made your blood boil, and suddenly, you erupted with anger. “ENOUGH!”

Jimin’s eyes widened. He was shocked and hurt too.

“I..I.. Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. I get she’s perfect. I get that you’d rather her than me. Your fans seem to love her. So just tell me your going to leave me. Put me out of my misery. I’m tired of being heartbroken, Jimin.”

Jimin didn’t know how to respond. Jimin thought the world of you. You was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and you had the kindest possible heart. He wanted to tell you that he found you so ridiculously amazing, but he couldn’ t articulate the words. Tears welled up in your eyes as the silence grew.

“(Y/n), I had no idea you felt this way. I guess I was so caught up with her is because I hadn’t seen her in so long. But I love you. I even tell her how much you mean to me, because you are my everything. I was stupid to be with her so much, can you forgive me?”

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

JUNGKOOK.

It seemed like everytime you and Jungkook were out on the streets together, every single girl would walk past him, eyeing him up and giving him a flirtatious smile. Jungkook ignored most of them, much to your relief, until this one woman decided to approach. She had tall, tanned legs, and beautiful smile and big eyes. You felt so insecure in her presence.

“You’re Jungkook, right?” The unknown lady asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Jungkook smiled. You had never seen Jungkook smile that way before, and it was such a wide grin. He had a glint to his eyes too, and your heart beat increased by a thousand.

“We should grab a coffee sometime, I feel like you and I would get along well.” She suggested.

You immediately grabbed hold of Jungkook’s hand, squeezing it tightly. Jungkook noticed your act of jealously, and squeezed your hand back.

“Sorry, but I’m in a relationship with this beautiful girl right here, and if you’d excuse me, we’d both like to leave.” He said seriously. You smiled as you saw her face fill with almost disgust as you and Jungkook walked away.

“Don’t worry, I only love you. You don’t compare to any other girls.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

boyfriend! Joshua

anon requested: “Boyfriend! Joshua please wow that writing is great thank you for continuing this blog over school” and “a boyfriend!joshua scenario where he teases your height, like even if they go on events/prom, heels have no effect bc she’s still shorter than him. (reader’s height is a lil’ shorter than woozi) :))) it’s okay if the scenario is short as long as it’s very fluffy”

  • so to just sum up how Joshua became your boyfriend
  • you met Joshua through a mutual friend
  • you and your friend being at a cafe at that time,
  • just as she spotted Joshua coming in
  • funny, because you guys were just talking about this guy who plays guitar who’s exaaaccctttlyyy your type
  • and obviously your friend didn’t know what she was thinking 
  • you THOUGHT
  • “Joshua~~ Come here!”
  • she wasn’t plotting to get the two of you together or anything HAHAHAHA
  • the ship had sailed in her mind already, long ago
  • "LISTEN to me, it’s science, one good looking plus another good looking equals cuteeee”
  • "Okay first that’s math, second he’s a whole universe out of my league f/n.”
  • “Don’t say that he’s a dork like you are, promise.”
  • so she called for him
  • totally not by shouting across the room or anything
  • him smiling warmly
  • but also being an awkward dork and rubbing the back of his neck nervously
  • you both introduced yourselves to each other
  • and w o w
  • his eyes were so pretty and they were shaped like a cat’s and his voice was quiet and gentle
  • everything about him screamed soft tbh
  • and damn he thought you were hella pretty
  • always been kind of shy at first around new people but he really wanted to talk to you and know more about you
  • it was a weird but refreshing feeling for him
  • and it helped that you were so nice and fun to talk to
  • and he was easy to talk to as well
  • you both chatted for a while
  • about random life stuff, favorite foods, colors, movies, shows…
  • “DUDE YOU LIKE NARUTO?!?!?!”
  • “YEA OMFG!”
  • with your friend sitting off in a corner ordering her coffee with a smirk on her face at how well the two of you were hitting it off, but also like ‘why didn’t I get those two dorks together earlier?’
  • and exchanged numbers so that you two could talk more
  • he eventually says that he has to go and buy his latte or his members would kill him
  • leaving with a graceful smile, 
  • possible directed a little more towards you
  • after a few days, he texts you asking if you wanted to go on a picnic with him
  • saying yes, everything started from there
  • hanging out and know each other more,
  • the two of you had a lot of similarities
  • so you two got along very quickly
  • after like a month or so
  • he asked you out
  • you went on your first date at a ice skating rink
  • then went on your second date at a museum, third date at a zoo
  • until he finally says those five simple words 
  • your whole relationship with him is perfect
  • except for the part where he teases you about your height
  • you’re like an inch shorter than Jihoon
  • but you get all the teasing
  • if you wont give him any attention when he’s feeling hyper sassy
  • “Can I get a kiss first?” he points to him cheek
  • his smile being way too sweet for someone holding your things over their head 
  • not giving it back until he gets that kiss, and some couple time
  • and it would just be you trying to reach his cheek and accidentally kissing his lips
  • how you two first kissed to be honest and both of you guys being cute awkward MESSES
  • purposely putting things on the top shelf so that you will call for him and reach it for you
  • saying things like
  • “Aigoo. What will you do without me?”
  • “Find someone who wont tease me about my height.”
  • “Ahhh no. I was only joking. You know I find your height adorable.”
  • and you just playfully hitting his chest for making you blush
  • honestly his teasing doesnt affect you
  • what’s annoying is even if you wear heels
  • it will have no effect and he will still tease you
  • patting your head and calling you adorable
  • you not being able to stay annoyed for long,
  • YOU’VE SEEN THE WAY HIS EYES SPARKLE RUDE MUCH
  • would just blush while he pulls you in for a hug
  • okay so he has a pretty tight schedule
  • so during his free days, he’d make sure to plan a movie date with you
  • that’s one thing you both liked
  • so you both decided on watching a movie every time he is free
  • so that you could at least spend time together after a whole work week
  • half of the movie date would consist of the two of you cuddling under the same blanket while watching the movie intensely
  • you won’t even notice but halfway through the movie,
  • your legs would be tangled together under the blanket
  • your head is laying on his chest instead of the pillow
  • and him softly playing with your hair
  • twenty five percent would be trying to decide what food to order next after finishing your pizza
  • “How about Thai food?” he asks without looking away from the tv
  • “Nah, we had that last movie date.”
  • “Chinese food then.”
  • “Too spicy.”
  • “Then just make some popcorn. There’s some on the top shelf.” he says with a half smirk
  • “I swear Joshua.”
  • 10 percent would just be you guys making out
  • and the last fifteen would be casually forgetting about watching the movie and just talking about random things
  • “Do you think dogs can understand our emotions through facial expressions?” you ask, straight faced
  • “I think so, yeah. Why?” he says turning to you
  • “I dont know. I just want to know if dogs can actually see how happy we are when we see th- oh shoot, someone just died.”
  • after watching like 2-3 movies
  • the both of you would be too lazy to leave the couch so you just end up sleeping there
  • and you would wake up to noises caused by the other members 
  • “I wonder what movie they watched." 
  • "This is the fifth time they slept there.”
  • “Make sure to tell them to clean their own mess.”
  • “We all know Mingyu will end up cleaning it up for them anyway.”
  • at times where the two of you do have enough energy to walk to his room and sleep there
  • you would wake up to Joshua pulling you closer
  • as you try to adjust to the sunlight coming from the window
  • “Good morning." 
  • him greeting you with his raspy sexy morning voice
  • when he’s away or you cant visit him due to being busy
  • expect calls lasting from midnight to 3 am
  • consisting of talking about how your day went
  • deep, meaningful talks
  • you asking him to sing for you when you’re already getting sleepy
  • and when there’s a lot of free time
  • your dates wont only limit to movie dates
  • two dorks at the arcade competitively playing pacman
  • or the carnival when spring season comes
  • Joshua winning you a giant stuffed animal because he wanted to see you struggling to walk with it in your arms 
  • recording your cute self and then carrying it himself
  • sharing a cotton candy
  • going in a lot of photo booths
  • and riding the carousel
  • when you guys both feeling like just spending time together alone
  • he would take you to this nearby beach that also has a park nearby that only has a few visitors
  • walking bare footed in the sand, holding each others hand, talking about something cute
  • like baby names
  • the two of you laying down on the dewy grass, cloud gazing
  • "That one looks like a flower" 
  • "There’s another one.”
  • “Where?” you turn to him after seriously looking for it 
  • “Here.” he grins, tapping your nose
  • you getting caught off guard, just ends up wildly blushing
  • you were honestly screaming inside
  • fights are rare but they happen
  • and you guys would talk calmly and rationally
  • always figuring out ways to solve the problems
  • you guys fight like once every blue moon
  • your chemistry together is on another level
  • and it honestly amazes the other members
  • because the other can pick up easily on what the other is saying while they’re still trying to figure out if it was a joke or not
  • overall though
  • your whole relationship works really well, you both understand each other
  • he provides you enough support and love and you give the same to him
  • you both understand that there’s only a limit the other can give
  • and you got each others backs
  • especially when it comes to teasing the members
  • Jeonghan was honestly surprised when he realised that the dynamic between the two of you if better than him and Joshua
  • you and him were basically partners in crime when it comes to teasing the members
  • and in all honesty
  • you wouldnt ask for any other relationship than what you have with him
  • “I’m free today, do you want to go to the museum?” he asks, arms around you after not seeing each other for a bit
  • “Yes please.” you say, smiling excitedly
  • “Calm down,there’s a limit to the excitement your small body can take.” he teases 
  • looking up at him, glaring,
  • “….youre cancelled.”
  • “I was only joking~ I love you.” he says, pressingly a kiss to your head
  • you huff, your frown immediately changing back into a smile
  • “I love you too. Now lets go before I change my mind.”

Originally posted by kristian-do

llmagicka-foxll-deactivated2017  asked:

Hiya~I just was scrolling through your account, your head canons and scenerios are really funny and well written⭐keep it up~ Could you do a scenerio where the MC and the boys(and Jaehee) end up accedetally having a really awkward kiss. Thx!

Fun fact, the Seven one is based off a true story from about last year with me and my now ex girlfriend. Yes, I was the one who did it to her. And it was awful, but funny after a while. Thank you for the request ~~~~ Jumin:
•Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting..but it wasn’t..That.
•It’s not that he was a bad kisser, but the way he went about it was just unlike him.
• You two were dating, of course, and around your 3rd date, this cat mom decides it was time to “make a move.”
• You had no idea he was even at the restaurant yet. He thought it would be cute to surprise you, so he kept it this way.
• While you sit on your phone, unaware of the business man’s presence, he quickly wraps his arms around the side of your waist, and kisses the corner of your lips.
• thIS DOES NOT GO AS PLANNED
• yOu litTerally pUnCh Him?!?
•But only because you had no idea it was him!! So, he easily can forgive you.
•Won’t admit/show it, but he’s pretty embarrassed.
~~~~~
Zen:
•Lil shit thinks he’s a smooth fukr.
• He goes up to ask you on a date, when all of a sudden he trips. He fricken trips. Yes, beautiful gods trip to, I guess.
• he ends up falling on top of you. And since you weigh a good amount less than him..you’re on the ground.
• His body is squishing your chest, his hair is tickling your skin..and his lips are on your lips.
• inSTANTLY STANDS THE HELL UP BECAUSE THIS IS HARASSMENT???
• “I’M SO SORRY (Y/N)!!”
•yeah you best be sorry motherfu-
• “Uh..it’s okay, Zen,” *I kind oF LiKEd iT BUT yOU wOnT knOw…
• He’ll just ask you on that date tomorrow.
~~~~
Yoosung:
•Precious baby fell for another one of seven’s pranks. Jfc.
• “There’s a curse castes upon you Yoosung! If you don’t kiss (Y/N), I’m afraid the two of you will..well, you won’t be around much longer.”
• hES FREAKING OUT.
•HE LIKES YOU ANWAYS, BUT DOESNT WANT TO EMBARRASS HIMSELF BY KISSING YOU. BUT WHAT IF HE DIES? WHAT IF YOU DIE? IS THIS LIKE THE PRINCESS MOVIES?!
• “I need you to come over, (Y/N) T_T”
• This text was mildly terrifying.
• You get up to his front porch, and knock on the door.
• A red faced yoosung awkwardly greets you. He opens up the door and..
• LITERALLY SMACKS YOUR LIPS WITH HIS?
• WhAt YoOSUNG whAt
• That’s it. He does it, and slams the door in your face.
• And seven saw the whole thing.
~~~~
Seven:
• It all started when you stole one of his chips.
• “THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS YOU DON’T DO, (Y/N). LIE, MURDER, ROB A BANK, MAKE FAKE ID’S..AND CERTAINLY NEVER ROB A MAN FROM H I S CHIPS”
• He began to tickle you, making you get all red, and crying with laughter.
• “S-SEVEN S T O P”
• yeh no
• You look so cute though?
• He can’t help but start to lean down into a kiss..
• forgetting that he’s actually still tickling you.
• you’re laughing so hard, and he finally..presses his lips on yours..
• and that’s when you snort.
• In his mouth.
• thIS WAS REALLY FUNNY TO HIM, BUT YOURE JUST SO- G O D D A M M I T .
• Eventually you shake it off, and sometimes when you two kiss, you fake a little snort to tease him. It becomes an inside joke, really.
~~~~
Jaehee:
• Bless her soUL
• She was working so hard for that gay ass trustfund boi, and you had enough.
• You were going to distract her.
• You had many attempts. Most of which that failed. Such as, throwing wadded up balls of paper at her back.
• You even turned on a zen dvd. nothING.
• “Jaehee~ I’m going to skype Zen~ because he will pay attention to meeee. Unlike soME PEOPLE.”
• “that’s nice pumpkin.”
• ok if that’s how we’re gonna play it. No choice then..I guess you’ll just have to make this your first kiss. That will HAVE to get her attention.
• You slowly walk up behind her, heart racing.
• You put your hand on her desk, and slam your lips on hers.
• Sadly, you didn’t notice the cup of coffee sitting on the edge of her desk..
• It spills on your pants, making it look like you pissed yourself or something.
• bUT SHE GETS A LAUGH OUT OF THIS.
• SHE DOESNT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE tHE KISS!!
• “I should have just spilt coffee on my crotch hours ago.”
• “Awh, (Y/N), pumpkin come here. I can take a break for a few I suppose..”
~~~~~
I have no idea’s for V and Saeran right now. It’s late as hellll though. I haven’t written a Headcanon in about a month, and I’m just getting in the swing of it again. I’ve missed you all. I will try and update with v and saebae soonn!

Transparant Crystalline Solid (3)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier.

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.

Originally posted by daniel-wellington


Within minutes the living room is crowded, everyone sitting at their usual spots, which somehow formed in harmony amongst everyone. Tony is in his chair, Pepper on one of the armrests, Steve is in one corner of the couch, Natasha next to him, Wanda next to her, Vision ending the row on the other end of the couch. Clint is perched up on one of the beams hanging from the ceiling -which Tony denies placing there for him especially- Sam sitting with Maria on the ‘love seat’, Bruce alone in a recliner resembling Tony’s. Bucky himself is on the window-seat, staring at the team, a bunch of misfits, really, wondering how it al became so harmonious.

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boyfriend!yuta
  • grease lord
  • literally always has an arm around you
  • (probably from the second you met)
  • if he ain’t got an arm around you
  • you can guarantee he’s holding your hand
  • maybe resting on your leg
  • literally never stops touching you
  • constant backhugs when you’re cooking
  • “yuta you know you can like literally sit down ?? like believe it or not you don’t gotta inconvenience me like this when I am cooking?????”
  • and he’s just like “but we both know you love when I inconvenience you : -)))”

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Norman Reedus x Reader - You’re all I need (SMUT) (Request)

- Anon: Could you do Norman getting caught having a little sneaky him time in his trailer over the new make up artist that he’s crushing on bad
and she catches him saying her name (reader) from outside and storms in on him and he doesnt notice till hes finished that shes stood there
and she gets annoyed with him and wont let him explain himself and he gets frustrated and teary cuz he’s embarrassed and pins her to a wall and smut like hell 😍😍
pretty please I would just die 😶

WARNING: HELLA SMUT

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a songfic "Say You Wont Let Go" by James Arthur for bechloe???

Some would say three years was a long engagement. Some would also say that the one who proposed wouldn’t be the one with the cold feet. Someone would also call Beca Mitchell a chicken shit. This time, it was Amy.

“Dude you’ve been engaged how long?”

Beca gulped the last drop of her beer, “Relaxxxx. It’s fine. We’re totally fine.”

“If you were totally fine why won’t you just marry her?”

“Because I’m waiting for the right time.”

“And that is when?”

“When I’ve finished.” Beca threw a twenty down on the bar top, more than enough to cover her and Amy’s drinks plus a tip and then some.

“Finished what?” the blonde yelled after to the brunette who was already half way out of their usual Wednesdsay night hangout spot. 

“See ya later, Amy! Gotta get back to the studio.”

She let the door slam behind her as she absentmindedly checked the notifications on her phone while walking to her car. Three texts from Chloe. 

fiance bitch 5:07pm: will you be home for dinner tonight??

 fiance bitch 6:15pm: i’m ordering you chinese anyway

fiance bitch 7:30pm: don’t hate me but I’m gonna watch Fixer Upper without you unless you hurry tf up, Mitchell

becs 8:01pm: DON’T YOU DARE. i’ll be home in five xoxo

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Episode 3, Season 7 Part 2

Okay this was taking really long, so I just decided to do a brief one (hopefully)

Jon and D’s first meeting. I must say I was really stoked about this one. But honestly, I didn’t see any sexual tension or great chemistry in the scene. Jon did look wary+awed+apprehensive+shocked when he first sees her. Maybe he was expecting the mother of dragons to be slightly older. And if I have to be very honest, this was exactly what I’d expected it to be. I’ll tell you what that means in a bit. 

So the funniest part of that scene was the introduction bit. This is Jon Snow, he is king in the north vs. D + rightful x various names. I can’t begin to explain how strongly I now feel about an eventual Jon vs. D plot in the story. 

I am the last targaryen, Jon Snow

I was born to rule the seven kingdoms and I will

I am the rightful this and rightful that…

I have faith in D. targ etc etc

It’s too on the face to not notice anymore. In every single scene and every single dialogue, there seems to be a contrast between Jon Snow and D Targ. To give D the benefit of the doubt, she is unaware of the threat to the north. She’s not a bad queen. She shows that she is capable of humility and compassion when she apologies to Jon for her father’s crimes. He is in fact surprised that she does. Then she repeats what he says in the previous episode. You can’t hold a daughter responsible for her father’s crimes. They agree on something. But Jon comes up with one of his own, that she can’t hold him on to the oath of loyalty that his ancestor made. SHE DOES NOT AGREE, or even like it. 

She then informs him about all that she’s suffered. This I thought was important from the point of view of getting to know each other better. Then, Davos gives a list of the stuff Jon’s done. Again, this was done in my opinion to further their understanding of one another or imho to portray them as equals at best. Again notice the difference in the dialogues here. While Dany rattles on about her achievements and her belief in herself, Jon remains silent. Davos is the man who speaks up for him. It is a difference of personalities and the ethos systems they believe in as leaders. Compare this scene with Jon and Sansa have before the battle of the bastards where Jon tells her, “Aye and what do you think I’ve been doing all my life? Playing with Broomsticks? I’ve fought against worse than Ramsey Bolton. I’ve defended the wall against worse than Ramsey Bolton.” I’m not saying this means anything. Still. 

Again the one on one that D and Jon had together had tremendous foreshadowing involved. 

People thought the dragons were gone, yet here they are! Jon and D the last two (possibly) targs standing and watching the dragons fly above their heads. They again reach an impasse on the bending of the knee bit. D is stubborn, Jon is stubborn but she gives him something else that he came for. Permission to mine the dragon glass and all the help he will need to get it. This was again good Dany surfacing due to good advice given by the clever Tyrion Lannister. There is a lot of tension in this scene between Jon and D. I just didn’t read it as romantic. Sexual, Idk? They are facing in opposite directions and always looking away from each other. But they are learning, more about each other. However, while Jon’s intentions are really what they are, Dany’s gesture of allowing the mining of the dragon glass is motivated by political interests. 

To be honest, I didn’t see chemistry between Kit and Emilia. Does this mean they won’t bang? No. It does not. THIS WAS THEIR FIRST MEETING. They are standing on two opposite shores, each considering the other their enemy, at the very least. It was great to not see a good chemistry between the two of them and I’m not saying this because I ship Jonsa. They are two of the most powerful leaders in the game wanting more important things than to fall in love. They can’t obviously act like silly teenagers who’ve seen a hot girl / hot guy and fallen head over heels. So even if they are eventually going to bang in this season, the lack of chemistry was spot on. 

We also know that after the Casterly Rock debacle and the destruction of the Greyjoy fleet, Tyrion’s clever advices are going to fail and D is going to go on full dracarys mode, and she probably should. Jamie Lannister had better watch out his for back now!! Also now Dany desperately needs Jon as an ally. I can even see how a marriage will help cement this alliance. Jon asks Tyrion he’s wondering how to convince those who don’t know him that the threat is real. Obviously this is a set up for the wight hunt. Because, seeing is believing right? And Jon obviously thinks that Dany is better than Cersei. If the two were to marry, politically their impasse would come to an end. We may even be led to believe in this season that, this is what is exactly going to happen. Only thing is, I truly believe that it won’t. 

The reason I think it wont: Dany is being set up for a major shock. You can see the makings of it. Everything she’s ever done, every action she’s ever taken is to get closer to the ugly chair. She has internalized the belief that the kingdom is truly her birthright. She’s not going to stop at anything to make the throne and the kingdom hers. Imagine her surprise when she learns that the true RIGHTFUL heir to the iron throne is not her but someone else, an ally, a potential husband, a lover?? I think it would be injustice to her character if she accepts that this as her destiny. No, she’s not going to share her right with anyone else. NO WAY!! Jon has a way of worming himself into people’s hearts not by inflicting fear. BUT BY SACRIFICE. This is why thousands for people will follow him into war. Because he is loved, not feared. Targbowl is going to happen guys, as much as the banging is probably. We’re being set up for it. 

Now I was practically praying for them to shift the scene from a one on one J and D to Sansa and it happened!!!! I have so many feels about this scene that I can’t put it all in words. 

SANSA UNDERSTANDS THE THREAT TO THE NORTH, PEOPLE and she’s doing everything in her power to prepare for it. She trusts Jon without having visual confirmation on the WW. She’s slaying being queen in the north. It’s important to notice how the other lords are standing by everything she’s saying and even marveling at it at times. (Except LF who’s dolling out fortune cookie lines one after the other. I can’t believe he said the whole Don’t fight in the north etc just before the other one. LOL) But he does say something very important which kinda made my ears stand up. Two important things.

1. One of two things will happen. Either the dead will defeat the living in which case all our troubles come to an end or life will win out. And then What?

2. Everything that happens will be something that you’ve seen before

Tinfoil: The first thing that he said led me to believe that in all probability the great war will happen first and life will win out and then will come the crisis of power in Westeros, meaning who will sit on the iron throne?? I mean I always felt that the power struggle will happen before the war but LF sentence made me think otherwise. What do you think people??

The second dialogue. What did he fucking mean by that second one? I’m in full tinfoil territory here but was he implying that like Robb, Jon will be taken with a foreign whore/invader? Or was he threatening Sansa that like Ned, Jon rode south and hence will lose his head?? Or did he mean that the North would revolt against/betray  Jon the way they had done with ROBB? And that little satisfied smirk to himself at the end. Or was he talking about his own inference that Jon and Sansa remind him of Ned and Cat and Idk something to do with him being responsible for Jon’s death just like he betrayed Ned Stark. AAAAAAAAARG! I’m so confused. It can’t mean nothing. Parallels are basically, mirroring things that’ve happened before. Any ideas about what the hell he was talking about???????????

Last and most important foreshadowing and question that came to my head.

BRAN WILL NEVER BE LORD OF ANYTHING!!!

GUYS THIS IS BIG. Who is the true heir to Winterfell then? What does that mean about Jon’s position as king in the north? Sansa is now basically the heir to winterfell and the oldest Stark in the North. Jon is king in the north but Sansa remains the Lady of Winterfell. (The Shipper in me says, did some potential Jonsa gold just fall into our laps??) 

Sansa is key, in-spite of Bran, Ned Stark’s true born son being present in winterfell. I am a cent percent sure that this is going to have huge ramifications and implications later on in the story. 

I’m hoping Arya and Sansa’s reunion will be better than Sansa and Bran’s which fell flat in comparison to the dramatic re-union and follow through of Jon and Sansa’s. Maybe because they were the first two starks to re-unite. or Maybe *wink*

Anyway, we’ll know more as the story progresses. Lemme know what you think guys especially LF’s lines!!!!

Smores (Cisco Ramon x Reader)

Trigger warning: Talk of death.

Originally posted by klarolicityswan

Although Cisco had somewhat forgiven Barry Allen for the murder of his brother, Dante, the bitterness between them was still present. It was understandable to you, to be fair. Especially the part where he wouldn’t go back and save him (like he did with his parents)- that’s what made Cisco the most angry. The idea that he’d risk anything to go and save his own family but would refuse to save his friends.

Barry, however, was truly sorry. You could see the guilt eating away at him, depriving him of a full nights sleep or a genuine smile. He was trying with all of his effort to save the city and save his friendship but he just couldn’t seem to choose which one to prioritise. 

You and the group attempted to help him out and make amends with Cisco- to finally get the group back together again but nothing worked. It was like he could see right through you, he knew exactly what you were doing.

 You hated seeing Cisco, the excitable, movie loving, beautifully nerdy bio-engineer, upset. But he was broken, torn apart by his brothers death and, due to the messed up timeline, the responsibility was Barry’s. If Barry wasn’t so selfish, Dante would still be alive. For the safety and the sanity of the team, they needed to make up.

That’s why, when everything with the Dominators was over, Barry arranged for a group road trip to the beach. He hoped that it would lift the tension and lighten the mood. 

So that’s what happened. Barry hired an ironically red mini-van and gathered up the team (including HR and Joe), for a trip to the coast. You had somehow bribed your aunt to lend you her beach house for a few days. It was a beautiful, spacious house on the coast with six bedrooms and an uplifting aura.


“Everyone give it up for America’s favourite fighting Frenchman!” You, along with Iris, Barry and even HR, shouted out, a large grin on your face.

 You were around an hour into the journey, only coping by singing along to the Hamilton soundtrack and laughing at anything and everything.

Joe, as self-proclaimed father of the group, was the designated driver, with HR riding shotgun and being in control of the music. The middle row was Barry, Iris and Caitlin. You rode with Cisco and Wally in the back of the van. 

Whilst the majority of the group were laughing and messing around, Cisco didn’t bare one smile. Secondly to you, Wally noticed the mans discomfort and nudged him with his elbow. Cisco frowned.

“C’mon man, this is your favourite song!” Wally pointed out, his wide smile fading.

“Excuse me if i’m not jumping for joy,” Replied Cisco, in a low murmur. Annoyed, he folded his arms and frowned.

Iris glanced back for a moment, looking over Barry’s arm that was over the back of her seat, “At least try and be happy, Cisco,” She said, her voice drowned in sympathy, “Barry arranged the whole trip.”

“Which is why i’m not happy.”

You could only imagine the upset from on Barrys face from the last statement and, Caitlin obviously did, spinning around with a little frown, “Cisco..”

“Hey, HR?” you called from the your seat, leaning over to be closer to him, 

“Yes, (Y/N)? HR Wells at your merry service!” He shuffled around in his seat, bearing his large grin at you.

“Switch the disc and play Cabinet Battle number one!” As he obliged, you leaned your chin onto Cisco’s shoulder and murmured to him, “You’re gonna have to take the part of Hamilton in this. Otherwise, i’ll be left in a rap battle with Caitlin and we all know how well that went last time.”

He glanced at you with a pleading look but the wall eventually dropped as you pouted your lower lip. The pair of you put on quite the performance.


Four hours after you had arrived at the beach house, you were still at the beach. A blanket of black had taken over the bright blue of the sky, sparkling freckles littering its complexion. Bar Cisco, you had all gathered around a campfire with HR giving you all a step by step tutorial on how to make smores. It’s not like you didn’t already know, but it kept him happy. 

Your eyes couldn’t stop flickering over to the man who’s smile you craved. Cisco was sat alone maybe 200 feet from the rest of the group, glancing out across the water. You decided to put an end to his sorrow. Handing your smore to Joe, you stood and quietly walked over to the Bio-engineer before sitting down next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest and tugging your, his, hoodie over your hands.

“I hope you don’t mind that i took this. It was on the sofa and i just grabbed it. To be fair it could’ve been Barry’s.”

Cisco scoffed and shook his head. You could see his watery eyes in the gentle moonlight, “Enough about Barry!” He was irritated and upset, you could tell through his shaky voice and small posture, “Everything’s always about Barry! Sure, he’s The Flash, but it’s always about him! Everyone is always so in love with Barry! Yeah, well news flash, he’s not such a big hero, is he?!”

You raised to your knees, kneeling in front of him and cupping a side of his face, your thumb running over his cheekbone, smudging a tear drop, “I know. Okay? I know, and i’m just as upset at him as you are.”

Cisco leaned back to take a good look at you. Your hair was all textured and wavy from the sea, thrown up into a messy bun. Your face lacked makeup but it was gorgeous anyway. On your body was your white summer dress, but with his Navy STAR labs zip-up over the top, “Your brother didn’t die because of him, (Y/N).”

You stayed silent for a moment, lightly tracing your fingernails over his scalp as you combed his hair back, feeling his hands grip your hips. 

“I hate seeing you like this, Francisco,” You eventually said, laying your forehead down on his, “and i’m sure Dante would never want you to be this torn up.”

“I-” Cisco was about to speak before he shook his head and closed his mouth.

“This is me, Francisco. You can talk to me. Talk to me please. i wont allow you to grieve alone.”

“It just doesn’t feel real. I feel like he’s just gonna come home and take over mama’s heart again. Instead she’s just crying, she doesn’t do anything but cry. Dante made us all so happy, even if he was a bit of an ass.” Cisco sighed, rubbing his thumbs in circles on your hips.

“I know, mi amor. Dante would still want you to smile. If not for him, please try for me. Come have fun with us, i’m sure HR saved you a smore.”

Cisco ran his hands over his face, a breathy chuckle coming from his mouth, “I know one thing that would make me smile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He walked you closer to him so that you were straddling his lap, craning his neck up to press his lips softly against yours. You instantly kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. His touch on your hips was so gentle, and his kiss awoke all of the butterflies in your stomach, making your tummy do flips and turns.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but i think we may have over-smored your smore,” You heard HR’s voice, forcing you to pull away from the kiss that you could stay in all night. Cisco pushed his face into your neck, a light laugh shaking his body against yours. And oh, how you loved that noise.

Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

Metal And Wings (part -1)

Pairing: Bucky X Angel!reader (eventual)

Summary: you were having enough of seeing the human assigned to you suffer and be sad. You decided to confront your father, known as god by many and do something about it.

A/N: this series is sooooo fun to write!! I am loving this AU and if you like it too pleaseeee send feedback. Please. It’s an introductory part and will have eventual bucky x reader. So, you can expect some nice angel drama. also, Gabriel is the traditional female angel in this one but shares many traits with Gabriel from SPN. Hope you like it!

Warnings: fighting, blood, violence, being beaten, guns, firing, swearing also Gabriel showing other angels porn and talking about sex and alcohol.

Word Count: 1867

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

Originally posted by bring-me-back-to-wonderland

‘father, may I have a word?’ you looked at your father, the creator of everything, as he was sat peacefully pondering over something. the white hall and his eyes had this blue glow to them when he would be doing his usual thinking and planning.

‘of course, child.’ He stood up and the glow from his eyes vanished. He walked to his table with a white orb and motioned you to step further.

‘father, I was in talks with Gabriel today she-‘ as you took the archangel’s name a frown appeared on his face.

‘did she show you some kind of obscenity too? or maybe told you how good certain things the human make taste?’ he smiled at you and you shook your head in a ‘no’.

‘nothing like that, father. Just, um, I wished to talk about the human I am assigned to as a guardian angel.’ You looked at the orb and it showed the picture of his sleeping form. though he was sleeping he wasn’t at peace, he was reliving those horrid memories in his dreams again. the one thing you dreaded about being an angel was how you could feel the pain of others and especially the human you were given to look over. The ability of empathy was both a blessing and a curse.

‘oh, yes.’ He sighed. ‘James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes, the troubled, damaged soul.’ He looked in the orb. Bucky had woken up now, he was breathing heavily and trying to assure himself that what he had seen wasn’t real. ‘a twisted story this one has.’ He looked deeply into the orb.

‘father, must you give him such pain? must he suffer even after being lashed and beaten like a hound?’ you asked almost pleadingly. He looked at you, shook his head slightly and gave you a kind smile.

‘free will, dear daughter. Though I can control everything I cannot interfere with free will. A man’s choices may mean happiness for himself but,’ he looked at bucky who had buried his face in his hands. ‘great horror for the others.’

‘I want to help him, father.’ You stated. You could no longer avoid the topic, you couldn’t let him suffer like this anymore. It was getting unbearable.

‘now, you are speaking you mind.’ he walked back to his chair and you followed him. ‘always the little rebel of mine.’ He sat down and you rolled your eyes.

‘it was just a couple of times…’ you played with the belt of your white dress.

‘more like a hundred and twenty-nine times.’ He said and you shrugged.

‘it was necessary.’ You emphasised.

‘okay,’ he threw his arms up in defence. ‘let’s get back to the main topic, how do you wish to help james?’ he asked.

‘I want to be able to influence his life.’ You said quickly.

‘well, you can’t until he asks for it.’ he pointed out.

‘but he never will!’ you argued. ‘and with all that has happened with him I hardly believe he will, I mean you could’ve done something. you’re the creator of the universe.’ You muttered quietly to yourself but he heard you and chuckled.

‘always pointing out my flaws but still my secret favourite.’ He said.

‘more than Michael?!’ you asked with the enthusiasm of a child. The slight hesitation however, told something else. ‘okay, I understand that. Guess not being heaven’s most lethal weapons puts me in-‘

‘hold the sarcasm, back to James.’ He said sternly and you nodded. ‘I think all that he’s going through you can go to earth, heal him, make him smile again.’

‘doing that without showing myself will be difficult, father, wont it be?’ you suggested. ‘

yes, (y/n).’ he said monotonously. ‘you can show yourself, just please don’t do anything unwise.’ He looked at you.

‘oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.’ you grinned. ‘good bye, father!’ you ran away for you had a lot ahead of you. god sighed as he saw you slam the door of the hall, making the big clock fall. ‘I shall fix that later!’ you shouted back. This wasn’t going to very well, he knew it.


‘welcome to earth!!’ Gabriel exclaimed and clapped your back making you stumble forwards a little. You always loved your visits to earth, everything your father had created was so fascinating. ‘stupid teleportation always messes up my hair’ she fixed her curls.

‘they look beautiful no matter what,’ you smiled not looking at her, just observing the beautiful surrounding. Though she had brought you in a deserted place, it still fascinated you. ‘I always envied your curls.’ You looked at her.

‘well, these sister, require a lot of maintenance.’ She puffed them up. ‘your (y/e/c) hair are no less.’ She winked and you grinned. ‘okay, to the basics, don’t get in a car if you are offered candy-‘

‘I am not as sweet obsessed as you are, sister.’ You crossed your arms. She stuck her tongue out at you and continued.

‘don’t tell people unknown to the supernatural about us. that’s important.’ She pointed and you nodded.

‘I am not a child, Gabe. I know these things, just let me go now, please?’ you gave her your best puppy eyes.

‘always with the eye thingy.’ She rolled her eyes and you grinned. ‘kay’ take care, sister’ she hugged you tightly. You mumbled that you will and let go after a few minutes. ‘oh, and one more thing,’ she said and you furrowed your brows. She walked to a distance and turned to you with her usual mischievous smile. ‘don’t worry about dad!’ she yelled. ‘sex and alcohol are fun until you don’t get pregnant or shit face drunk!’. You laughed and she grinned before vanishing in the thin air.


Bucky was ducked down by the wall as countless bullets were fired at him. he was usually good in these situations but the injuries from the last missions hadn’t healed probably and that last night’s dream had shaken him a bit. He slid to the other side and shot back. With a few agents down, he made his way forwards. He was about to reach the other level until he was thrown to one side by one of the special agents, he got up and fought back until he was kicked in one of his cracked ribs. The pain was so immense that he couldn’t defend the hits that followed.

Before he received the final blow, he somehow managed to punch the agent square in the jaw and escaped. He slumped against the wall and tried to reach steve’s com.

‘steve,’ he breathed ruggedly. ‘I-I’m pretty beaten up.’ he sniffled and wiped some blood from his face. blue dots were disrupting his vision and a sharp pain was there in his flesh arm’s bicep and right calve.

‘bucky what happened?!’ steve’s worried voice asked.

‘long story,’ he croaked out. He examined the paining parts and found bullet wounds. ‘oh, wait, I got shot too.’ he let out a dry scoff.

‘bucky, wait, I am sending help.’ He said.

 ‘guess I’ll just die, or stay here then.’ He muttered. ‘not like I can go any where with a shot leg and fucked up ribs.’

‘not really.’ you appeared in front of him and he jumped slightly.

‘who the fuck are you?!’ he aimed his gun at you. another enhanced? You leaned closer and examined his wounds. He couldn’t help but put his gun down and look in you beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. Why was he feeling so calm and serene?

‘who are you?’ he breathed, his curious eyes set on you.

‘for my father’s sake, james.’ You muttered. ‘I just came here and you get injured again.’ he didn’t know what to say, he was feeling light, too light. ‘let’s take care of these, okay?’ you looked at him and snapped your fingers. Finding himself at the roof of the hydra base, bucky was more confused than ever.

‘don’t worry,’ you smiled and he felt like he could believe you. you kept your hands at his face first, healing the bruises.

‘how are you doing this? Who are you?’ he asked dreamily.

‘I, my dear,’ You kept your hand on his chest and looked at him with a kind yet proud smile. ‘am an angel of the lord, (y/n).’ you said and he furrowed his brows. ‘I am also your very own guardian angel.’ You added.

‘angels don’t exist.’ He scoffed and smirked. ‘and I out of every person in this world can’t have a guardian angel.’ You were done and all his wounds were healed. The glow faded and he sat up properly examining himself.

‘then how would I do this?’ you asked and he shrugged.

‘some enhanced maybe?’ he shrugged. You stood up and closed your eyes. ‘the hell is she doing now?’

‘you will know.’ You answered and his eyes widened.

‘shit, she can read brains.’ He thought.

‘yes, and the reason you calmed down there is because of my aura. Now, hush and look.’ You said and he obeyed. You took a deep breath and spread your wings to the widest, creating a big shadow. Bucky’s jaw dropped in awe, he hadn’t seen something so unique in his life.

‘holy shit,’ he awed. ‘you’re a real fucking angel!’ he stood up.

‘just an angel will do, actually.’ You chuckled.

‘wait, so you’re like my guardian angel and you could’ve done all that shit before? You’re quite an asshole.’ He said and you gave him your best ‘bitchface’ as the humans called it these days.

‘that’s one way to show gratitude, James.’ You crossed your arms. ‘see, we can’t just show up in these forms whenever we want. Plus you never asking or accepting my help wasn’t very helping either.’

  ‘sorry.’ he muttered.

‘it’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes.’ You assured him. ‘I must leave now. Good bye.’ You turned away and started walking fast paced. He wasted no time in following you.

‘wait, what else can you do? and when will I see you again? can I “call” you?’ he asked too quickly and you turned to him.

‘see, I assist you. I serve my father not humans. As a guardian angel, I look over you not after you.’ You said. ‘I will come if you pray to me, I will come when you need me.’

‘and-‘ you kept a hand in front and stopped him from speaking any further.

‘you shall know it all when it’s time, james.’ You kept a hand on his shoulder.

‘okay, sorry. I just- I’ve just never met an angel before.’ He rubbed the back of his neck. ‘I mean wait till steve hears about this.’

‘trust me, if you don’t want to sound like a mad man, don’t tell anyone.’ You warned. ‘until we meet again, james, good bye.’ You smiled.

‘good bye, angel.’ He smiled back. You nodded and walked to the edge of the building as his eyes followed you curiously.

‘be good, james. Take care.’ You pointed and jumped off the building. He rushed to the wall and looked down but there was no sign of you, you were gone.

 sorry, if I scared you. father, says shouldn’t do it as it scares people.’ he heard a faint voice and smile crept up to his lips. One unique guardian angel he had.


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Remedy (3)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!) 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

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Family|| Derek Luh Imagine

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Winter break was something I have been looking forward to for a while. being out in LA for college can take a toll of family life. I haven’t seen them in what felt like forever but in reality its only been a year and a half. during that time period a lot has changed. I started dating Derek Luh, who is a rapper. basically every girl here in LA is in love with him and he chose me. ive told my sister, Tiana, who is 17, about him and my mom and dad. my dad knows a lot less then my mom and sister though because he doesn’t really want his daughter to grow even though he has Tiana and my baby sister, who is 3, Macey. Anyway, when I found out when my break would be I talked to my parents and planned on going out to New York, which is home, and see them for the break. my mom wants me to bring Derek but I’m afraid to ask him. I mean we have been dating for a year and 2 months but I mean Derek still has his career to work on and hes been in the studio a lot to finish his current album that will be coming out soon. but now it is getting closer to my break and I still haven’t asked Derek so I need to ask him.

I arrived at Derek’s place and he invited me in with a warm hug. 

“whats up mami” he kisses me. 

“nothing much” I say going into the kitchen and grabbing an apple and sitting on the counter. I sat on the counter zoning out. what if my parents don’t even like him? I mean he does have a past but what if they aren’t as understanding as I was about it?

“whats on your mind mami” derek says, hands on my thighs, him standing in between my legs. 

“I probably should have brought this up to you about a week or two ago…” I start. Derek froze in his place. I instantly knew what he was thinking.

“no I’m not pregnant, least I don’t think I am” I say. he faces draws relief.

“so whats up then?” he asks.

“so my break is in about a week…for winter…anyway I’m planning on going to New York to visit my family because its been awhile and I want to spend a Christmas with them…anyway….my family really wants to meet you…I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to New York to meet my family, I mean if your busy that’s fine, or if you don’t want to meet them that’s fine, its just weve been together for 14 months, and my family is a big part of my life, and your in my life…and oh my god I’m babbling.’ I say. I quickly bite into the apple to stop myself from talking. Derek just kind a chuckles. I look at him with confusion.

“of course I want to meet your family babe, I mean you met mine, and I’m a family man too, and we are together and one day we are gonna have our own family its only right that I meet them if I plan on marrying you one day.” he says. 

“you plan on marrying me?” I smile.

“of course…but I’m not telling you when that’s a surprise” he smiles and kisses my forehead. I roll my eyes playfully.

…..

we had booked a flight for New York on a Friday night, a few hours after my last class for the winter break. me being the semi procrastinator I am I had to go home and pack 2 hours before our flight to new York. 

“you should’ve packed last night” derek says laughing watching me struggle to pack in time. 

“shut up” I say rushing. I scrambled around our shared room for clothes. we had moved in together about 4 months ago, it helps me save money, because dorming gets expensive. I feel his hands snake around my waist.

“chill mami, take a deep breath” he says in the crook of my neck. I take a deep breath. he kisses my neck.

“better?” he asks. I felt calmer and I nodded. 

“now go finish packing” he says. I nod. the rest of my packing went smoothly and soon we left to the airport and we were off to new York. 

After arriving in New York that’s when my nerves started to really kick in. what if my family doesn’t like him. we sit in the cab and Derek holds my hand. 

“you okay babe?” he asks. I just hum a yes while looking out the window.

“whats on your mind?” he asks. I turn to look at him.

“I’m scared my parents wont like you” I say.

“don’t be” he says.

“I know but still. your important to me and what if they aren’t as supportive or what if they aren’t as understanding of past as I was?” I ask.

“you cant worry about that y/n, it will be fine” he says. I nod and put my head on his shoulder.

bzzz

from mom- are you almost here?

to mom- yup be there soon

…….

once we arrived at my parents house I took a deep breath. me and derek got out of the car.

“ill get the bags go see your parents” derek says.

“are you sure?” I ask.

“ya it will give me a second to breathe” he says. I nod and give him a peck on the lips. I walk up to the front door to where my family is standing. 

“MY BABY” my mom yells. she runs up to me and hugs me tight. 

“ive missed you” she cries into my ear. I feel my eyes tear up. ive missed my family. my dad makes his way over and he has a few tears in his eyes as well.

“oh dad” I say hugging him tight.

“I love you” he says, cracking in is voice. then my sister Tiana comes over and hugs me.

“hey sis” she smiles. I smile at her. I look back at the cab and Derek walks over with our stuff. my dad walks over. I start to panic a little.

“let me help you” he says. he grabs some stuff from Derek and they walk in the house. we all walk in the house and my dad helps bring my stuff to my old room. 

“we’ll let you two settle, food should be here soon” my moms smiles and closes my door. I plop down on my bed and derek lays next to me laying me on him a little bit. 

“I hope they like you” I say.

“me too” he mumbles. 

…….

we all sat at the table with our food which was pizza and wings, I may have told my mom that Derek and I really love wings. 

“so tell us, what are your plans for the future?” my mom asks derek.

“well…I plan to make a success in my music and change the world for the better. your daughter has gotten me into doing some volunteer work with younger children, so I plan to help them as much as possible as well. And then I eventually plan on having kids of my own and being married”

“if you can have kids, goodluck, that would hurt coming out of your guy parts” my sister laughs. 

“Tiana” I laugh. Derek looks at me.

“shes joking, she has a weird sense of humor kind of like me” I say. he smiles and laughs. 

“do you see yourself married to my daughter?” my dad asks.

“dad…” I warn

“actually yes I do sir. Your daughter makes me very happy. she has been very understanding of me and my past and everything that I have been through. If I’m being honest, meeting you both has me a little nervous. I want to be enough for your daughter, because she is enough for me” Derek says taking a sip of his drink. I give his hand a quick squeeze.

“we are very understanding people Derek. Everyone has a past, mine wasn’t so great when I grew up and y/n’s father was very understanding. its okay to have gone through things. we all do. “ my mom smiles at Derek. 

“and if my daughter is very understanding, like me, then I will be too. people do change” my dad says. 

“well, your daughter has certainly changed me, but I wouldn’t change meeting her for the world. I feel happier when I’m with her sir.” Derek says. 

“actually can I talk to you in private sir?” Derek asks my dad. my dad nods.

“be right back babe” derek kisses my forehead. they both walk away.

“I like him hes hot” my sister says. I laugh.

“I like him to. he seems very invested in you.” my mom says.

“he makes me very happy.” she smiles. then derek and my dad come back. my dad looks fine so I’m hoping everything was okay. 

…………….

the next day we had decorated the Christmas tree. I helped my baby sister macey put some ornaments on the tree. my dad finished hanging some lights with some help from derek. once everything was finished my mom turned off the lights so only the Christmas lights hanging and on the tree were glowing. it was so beautiful. Derek walks over to me. he grabs macey from me and puts her down. I look at him questionably. Derek looks over at my parents and nod. I was so confused. Derek gets down on one knee. my breath hitches. what is he doing. 

“y/f/m/l/n I have never been so in love with someone so much, except maybe the chicken wing creators…not my point. but you make me so happy. you have changed me for the better and I would never take back meeting you ever. you understand me and what I want in life. but I also want you in my life, forever. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?” he asks. he pulls out a small black box and opens it. their stood the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I had tears pouring from my eyes. I look at what I had standing in front of me and around me. Derek was the best thing to come into my life. my family had raised me to be a great person and do great things. I couldn’t be happier then in this moment. Derek had been more then enough for me. I try to speak but my crying over comes me. I take a deep breath. Derek looked worried. 

“y-yes” I finally get the words out. his face lights up with happiness. he stand up and pulls me into a hug and kisses me all over my face. 

“I love you” he says kissing me. I kiss him back.

“I love you too” I say. he puts the ring on my finger. I look over at my parents and they are smiling and have a few tears in their eyes. 

“did you guys know about this?” I ask.

“yes, Derek asked me if he could have your hand in marriage” my dad says. I look back at Derek and he smiles. slick little shit. 

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sorry its kinda long. but I like this one I really do, its different but in a good way. I love you all. 

Isaac Lahey Imagine- The Girl In The White Dress

Part2

“Y/N” Stiles said in annoyance. “Y/N!” everyone shouted, noticing you were zoned out completely. “Sorry, it happened again didn’t it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. Everyone nodded, causing you to sigh. The whole being a siren thing was new to all of you, none of you knew exactly how to control it. You looked around the lunch room, not remembering how you got there, you often blanked out without memory of what previously happened. “Do you remember what we were talking about?” Isaac asked knowingly. You shook your head and smiled, trying your hardest to keep your heart rate stable. You could see Lydia, Malia and Kira smirking from the opposite side of the table. You widened your eyes at them, before turning to look back at Isaac. “We were talking about meeting up later in Derek’s loft for a movie night, you in?” he asked. “Sure” you managed to mutter, still trying to contain your heart rate. When the bell went, everyone began to pack their stuff away and head to last lesson. You barley stood up, before Lydia linked your arm and began walking you to biology. “He likes you” she said smiling brightly. “He only asked if I was coming to the pack night in” you retort, looking back to make sure he wasn’t listening to the conversation. “And do you know why that is?” she tugged at your arm, so you would turn back around. “Because I make the best popcorn?” you answered hesitantly. “Don’t be so naïve, he totally wants you”  she said, guiding you into the classroom and sitting next to you. “If you say so” you said with an eye roll. Students began pouring into the classroom; Isaac, Scott and Stiles included. They sat in their usual seats across the room, Scott next to Stiles and Isaac in front of them. You took your note pad and pen out of your bag casually, before turning to Lydia. “What would make you think he likes me anyway?” you said intrigued. “Your certainly his type” she said, noticing your clear curiosity. ”And that is?” you questioned. “Well, you’re intelligent, mysterious, super hot, bad ass, witty and a tad bit too sarcastic” she added. You smiled and looked over at him, his blue eyes bright and his curls resting perfectly on top of his head. “why wont you just admit you like him?” she leant forward to bock your view of him. “Because I don't” you exclaimed, folding your arms. She laughed and shook her head at you. “Even if I did, its obvious he isn’t interested in me, like that” you said with slight sadness. “You’re kidding right? When there’s a new threat he refuses to leave your side, he always makes sure you get home safe after watching the lacrosse matches, he glares at any boy that comes near you, he asks your dearest brother Stiles about you when you don’t come to school and he stares at you so intensely, like seriously, and that’s just to mention a few” she rambled. “Okay Lyd, breathe” you said laughing, to hide your blush. “Oh and not to mention Isaac stares at your bum, a lot!” she giggled. “I do not” he retort from the other side of the room, his cheeks flustered. You sighed in relief after realising that’s the only part he heard with his stupid werewolf hearing.

Later that evening you arrived at Derek’s loft, after reluctantly listening to Stiles sing to the radio for the whole journey. When you entered; Kira was setting up a film you could ALL watch, Lydia was propping up the pillows to take a cute ‘pack night in’ picture, Scott and Malia were having a competition on who could eat the most pizza, Liam was awkwardly watching everyone, Derek was doing push ups (he was actually staying for once) and Isaac was standing in the door frame shaking an empty popcorn bowl at you. You rolled your eyes and put your arm around Liam, dragging him into the kitchen “Come on wolf boy” you laughed, making him feel welcome. You grabbed the bowl out of Isaac’s hand and pushed past him playfully, before teaching Liam your popcorn making skills. Eventually, you all settled down in front of the TV. Kira and Scott snuggled up together on the far sofa with Malia and Stiles also snuggled up together and Liam squashed between the two couples. Derek was in and out the most of the time, but he dragged a single chair and sat on that. Meanwhile you, Lydia and Isaac sat on the other sofa. You sat in the middle, ignoring Lydia’s smirks when she noticed Isaac rested his arm on the seat behind you and how you kept bickering with one another because you couldn’t watch the film properly due to his constant fidgeting. “I love this part, watch, watch, did you guys see that!” Stiles said enthusiastically, as per usual he was giving you all a running commentary of the film. “Stiles shut up!” you shouted. “Wait I missed it, can you rewind it” Scott said in confusion. “ What film are we watching?” Malia asked with furrowed brows. “I think we’re watching Harry Potter” Liam answered. “No, that was the film we watched last week” Lydia said, staring at her manicured nails. “Great, my phone just died” Kira groaned. “Which one of you stinks of teenage hormones?” Derek asked bluntly with a loud sigh. All eyes went towards Isaac, who gave a quite innocent look followed by his signature smirk. You pushed him playfully and rolled your eyes at him, causing Stiles to heave at the thought.

After about an hour into the film, the majority of the pack had fallen asleep with the exception of Kira who was drifting in and out, along with Derek who was still watching the movie. You sat up and gently moved Isaac’s head, which was resting on you. You stood up and walked over to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You noticed when you were pouring it your hands were beyond shaky, when you attempted to pick the glass up you dropped it and it smashed on the floor. It was happening again;the migraine, the dizziness and the tight pain in your chest. You stumbled out of the kitchen and back through the living room, holding your head. “I’m just going to get some fresh air” you said quietly. “Are you ok?” Derek asked, sitting up in his chair protectively. “I’m fine” you smiled. He didn’t realise that you weren’t wearing shoes and he wasn’t aware of the cold climate outside of the stuffy loft. You loved your friends, but you were tired of relying on them all the time. You opened the door and closed it quietly behind you, before going downstairs. You were in the parking lot for what seemed like a few minutes, not a few hours. It turns out your siren abilities had taken over, but this time it was stronger. You unwillingly began walking, until you were in the forest. You had no control but you were still aware of what you were doing, until you’d found yourself at the Nemeton, that’s where you completely lost yourself. 

Meanwhile, Isaac had woken up after realising there was no longer a warmth or the smell of your perfume beside him. He looked around noticing everyone else was asleep, he glanced over to the kitchen but you weren’t there. He waited for a few minutes in case you’d gone to the bathroom or something. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the Tv screen, it was just the Netflix home screen by now. After another minute he began to get worried, he pulled his phone out his back pocket and sent you a text to ask where you were. That’s when your phone went off on the coffee table, it was placed next to your jacket and your shoes were still by the door. “Derek… Derek!” he whispered, his voice getting louder. Derek’s eyes soon drifted back open, “What?” he asked grumpily. “Where’s Y/N?” he questioned. “You mean she isn’t back yet?” Derek was just as puzzled as him. “Back from what?” he interrogated. “She went out for fresh air about an hour ago” Derek said, sitting up. “Wake them up, we need to find her, something could of happened, anything could of happened to her while we’re doing nothing to help her” he exclaimed, which was enough for the other werewolves to hear and begin to open their eyes. But Isaac had already stormed out in search of you, he already had your scent fresh on his mind so it wasn’t like he needed anyone’s help anyway.

“Y/N!” he called, after tracking your scent to the forest. Every worse possible scenario ran through his mind as he wacked through the low hanging branches and bushes. He was looking around for about 20 minutes and all he made was two circles of the same area, your scent was somehow scattered all over the place. By now he was sure the rest of the pack was also out looking for you, followed by your dad and the police department, but something came over him that made him adamant to find you first. He turned a corner and bumped straight into something, you. The pearl white dress you were wearing had now been slightly tinted grey by the outdoors, your feet covered by the grass and moss you had been walking on, he slowly looked up to see you staring directly at him, your eyes were glazed over and glowing silver. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not breaking eye contact before pulling him into a long attentive kiss. You then pulled away from him and brushed past as if nothing had happened. Every being in his body wanted to grab you by the wrist, so he could take you back to safety but he physically couldn’t. The only thing he was able to do was follow after you admiringly. He did this until you reached a river, by the time he got there you were standing at the other side, by the edge. “Y/n!” he tried to shout, but all that came out was a faint whisper. You didn’t look at him, you simply took another step until the water was up to your knees. Break out of it, break out of it Isaac, he kept repeating to himself trying to get out of the siren trance you had put him in, but it wasn’t working. All he could do was watch as the girl he loved slowly submerged herself into a freezing cold lake. “Y/N!” he shouted, he had broken out of it the second your whole body had been submerged. He kicked off his shoes and shoved off his coat, before diving into the lake. He was instantly hit by the coldness, but the usual blackness of the deep water seemed to be illuminated by your presence. He swam over to you, after seeing your silver eyes glowing, however all natural light seemed to have drifted from them, the closer he got to you the louder a voice got inside of his head, your voice. Repeating the same words “I love you, come closer, Isaac, I love you, come closer”. He grabbed your body and pulled you back to the surface. He took you back onto the river bank, noticing your eyes had drifted closed and your skin had grew pale. Twigs snapped behind Isaac as Malia and Scott emerged, running over to you two. “Y/n” “Y/N! Wake up!” “She’s not breathing” “Someone call Stiles and an ambulance” “Don’t die please” “WAKE UP!”.

Part two? Comment if you’d like to see it x Requests are currently closed, dw if you’ve already sent one as I will be getting around to them as soon as I can x

Real

Requested: @greenhands5

Loki x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 911

Warnings: feels

     Summary: Reader has a health scare and Loki is really sweet and accommodating about it. I changed it a bit, hope that’s okay!

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Loki was locked up, and because of that, Odin was looking for any way in the world to further punish him, and the only thing in the world Loki cared about was you, so the God of God’s did what he did best, he hurt his son. “Tell him she is ill, Frigga, it is only right that he knows” Odin ordered, sending a very apprehensive women out of the throne room. You were ill, it was true, you were very sick and it was possible that something dire could have happened to you but it was only a scare, and you were expected to make a full recovery.

Odin had you under a guard detail to keep you away from Loki’s cell and had made double sure that you weren’t going anywhere near the man you loved any time soon. So it was pretty believable that you were deathly ill on Loki’s part, seeing as you hadn’t visited or even checked up on him. “Hello Loki” Frigga greeted in her normally kind voice but her eyes hid a lie that she knew would destroy him “I bring dreadful news” She says, taking a seat against the in window pane of his cell, electing a less than thrilled look from the man “What could possibly be so dreadful? Has Y/N made a mention of me yet?” He asks finding a segway to talk about you instead “Actually the news is about Y/N”  his mother figure mutters, still not sure if she wants to do this to him or not, not that she ultimately has much of a choice.

“Well what is it?” He asks, getting immediately less patient “She’s taken ill, they’re worried she wont make it” She lies, watching the usual fire behind the mans eyes vanish in a moments time “But she will recover of course, there is no way she will not” he says, discarding his book to the side now in favor of the news “We do not know if she will recover, the guards fear the worst” She says, each moment killing her a little more “No, I won’t allow it, you must let me see her” He demands but it comes out more of a weak plea.

“You know I would but I cannot, your father-“ she starts but he’s already had enough “Odin is not my father” he speaks with a finality that shocks even Frigga “Leave me be” he says, with a wave of his hand and the women nods,bowing before taking her exit. She only wished she had missed the loud crashing that followed, that was inevitably all of his belongings smashing against the wall.

At first you didn’t know what was happening with Odin and the others, playing their sick game on the once prodigal son of Asgard.  But eventually Thor couldn’t take it anymore, watching his brother lose his mind for no reason so he brought it to your attention. Of course you were furious, you had nearly made a full recovery and to see the man you loved so much in so much unnecessary pain only served to anger you more. “Lady Y/N, I know you must be angry but-“ Thor tries but there’s no sooting you now “Angry? NO my darling Thor, I am not angry, I’m furious” You yell, standing from your place hurriedly.

Thor tried to stop you as you walked down the halls quickly, pushing past any guard that tried to stand in your way until you got the the door of the farthest floor, where they kept the prisoners, the baddest of bad. “Move” You yell, staring daggers at the man “I cant do that” He sighs, clearly inconvenienced “I told you to” You reason and he shrugs as if that held no meaning.

“Regardless of his current position, I am to be the wife of Loki Laufeyson and I expect to be treated as such” You groan, getting up in the mans space as an act of intimidation “Now you will move” The nameless guard seemed to want no part of your fury so he moved to the side with not even a breath.

While Loki had lost most of his social standing in Asgard, you still held all of yours and you were fully prepared to use it, and like in most things, your appearance helped a lot, in Asgard women were meant to be more strong then dainty although your plush but reliable frame was a toxic mix of both. You moved quickly through the dark hall until you were in front of Loki’s cell, and you let out a gasp at his appearance, his hair was in shambles, his room was trashed, his feet were cut and bleeding and he looked more sickly than any corpse you had ever seen.

“Oh Gods, Loki? It’s me, please” You mutter, tears finding your eyes immediately when he met them “Y/N, no it’s impossible, you’re dead” He mumbles, running his hands through his hair “I’m not, I’m here, it’s me” you assure, your hand reaching toward the shield only to be kept back due to the magnetic field “You’re real?” He asks in a weak voice “I’m real Loki, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Machines

This is a part two to Ashes Like Snow which I reblogged earlier.

For those who might not recognise the song, it’s Machines by Biffy Clyro. It’s a very sad but lovely song.

I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you

It had been almost a year. Almost a year since Spencer had last held her in his arms, almost a year since that teeny tiny coffin was lowered into the ground.

Almost a year since everything changed. Everything.

He’d felt grief before, at the age he was it was natural that he’d have experienced grief. Just… Never this sort of grief.

I would dig a thousand more if I needed to

For a short period of time he’d had everything he’d ever wanted. A loving wife, a career he was passionate about. And a baby, a family; something he never actually thought he’d have. And then it was horrifically ripped away from him in the blink of an eye.

He still had the career, of course he did. It would take a lot for the Bureau to fire Reid, they did an awful lot of concession making and rule bending to keep him in the job in the first place just because of his intelligence and skills. But was he passionate about it anymore? Probably not, he didn’t feel passion about anything right now.

He still had the wife too. But to call her loving would have been a lie. Not that Spencer resented her for it. She was trying recently. Since she’d started being medicated three months ago, she had started dragging herself out of bed everyday. She had started bathing herself and cleaning house. And she had finally started talking to Spencer again and not avoiding him like he was the one who had caused their infant to die.

I look around the grave for an escape route of old routines
There doesn’t seem to be any other way

She still cried as did Spencer. He came from work only two nights okay to find her slumped outside of the nursery door, tears running down her face. She’d tried to go in there to air the room out, give it a clean. But the sight of the small white cot had tipped her over the edge. He’d pulled her into his arms and smoothed her hair, crying with her, before tugging the door to that room shut again.

Neither of them knew what to do with their feelings. Neither of them knew how to be their for each other during this time. This time that didn’t seem to have an ending.

Spencer had read plenty of books on how to deal with death and loss, but not one of them could give him a satisfying answer to the question “when would things go back to normal, when would this stop hurting as much?”

He’d tried to get back into as much of a routine as he could. Get up, go to work, work a case, come home. Hotch had excused him from being field based for as long as Spencer needed, he was working from the BAU with Garcia, only travelling locally where required. He wanted… He needed to able to get home quickly in case his wife called him, in case she needed him.

Spencer had considered followings in his wife’s footsteps and taking a trip to his doctor. As intelligent as he was, he could self diagnose though and he didn’t think he was clinically depressed.

Just very very sad and low.

Cause I’ve started falling apart I’m not savouring life
I’ve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive

He sat on the small wooden bench in front of the grave, the bench he could almost guarantee that his wife would have been sat at only hours before. The bench he’d almost had to drag her from on the day of the funeral. It was a peaceful place to be as cemeteries tended to be and Spencer always felt a sense of calm when he came here. Which was strange considering the emotion he felt when he left.

He hated leaving. He always felt like he was leaving her, his little angel who lay six feet under. His pride and joy, a child born out of love and adoration. A child so wanted, so needed. A child that was no more.

Crazy as it sounds you wont feel as low as you feel right now

His friends and colleagues had all been incredibly supportive. He didn’t know quite how he’d have made it this far without them. JJ especially had been a godsend, being the only one his wife would open up to. Her support never wavered and Spencer was thankful to have her in their lives.

Rossi had sustained them during the months his wife had confined herself to her bed. He bought meals over an a regular basis, meals he’d cooked and frozen, giving Spencer a list of heating instructions. Although she rarely ate with him to begin with, he’d come down stairs in the morning or come home from work in the evenings to find empty tupperware containers.

Derek, Aaron and Penelope had all been his ports during the very heavy storm. All three had held him whilst he’d openly sobbed at one point or another, whispering soothing words into his ear and telling him that it would eventually get better.

Eventually.

At least that’s what I’ve been told by everyone

When though, was what he wanted to know?

When would he stopped feeling so empty inside? When would he stop feeling like nothing would be right again?

When would he know the right things to say to his wife to make her look at him in the way she’d done a year ago.

I whisper empty sounds in your ear and hope that you won’t let go
Take the pieces and build them skywards

He stared at the grave in front of him, fresh violets laid out in front of it. It didn’t seem real that it was almost a year, that he’d sat here through the snow, sat here having springtime blossom blowing around him, sat during the baking summer and the cool autumn, the leaves crunching beneath his feet.

He was startled suddenly, his cell phone ringing in his pocket. His wife’s ring tone. He answered it, hearing incomprehensible words down the phone. She was crying. He’d be home shortly he told her, rushing to his feet and hurrying out of the cemetery.

Cause I’ve started falling apart I’m not savouring life
I’ve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive

He couldn’t find her at first. She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen. She wasn’t in any of the bedrooms and at first glance, she didn’t seem to be in the en suite bathroom.

But then he saw her, tucked away behind the door, her knees drawn up to her face and her shoulders gently racking. He closed the door and slid down next to her, hating how she flinched when he placed his arm around her.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” feeling stupid for even asking.

It was then that she pulled out a small object from beside her, handing it to him.

A pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

“Whaaat? When? How?”

She sniffed, hiccupping as she tried to catch her breath. Thinking about it, he didn’t even have to ask. There had only been one time since. Which meant she was about three months gone, well fourteen weeks to be precise.

I’ve started falling apart I’m not savouring life
Take the pieces and build them skywards
I’ve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive
Take the pieces and build them skywards

“I don’t…. We can’t…. Spencer…. ”

He knew what she was trying to say and he closed his eyes.

“If you really don’t, then we don’t have to.”

It wasn’t something he’d imagined happening so quickly. He could hardly imagine having another child so soon after putting one into the ground.

But now it had happened, a tiny spark had lit inside of him. A spark that he could feel fast extinguishing.

“We just can’t…. What if the same thing happens?”

She was becoming more understandable now, her breathing more under control. She turned to look at him and Spencer tentatively reached out with his hand, catching her falling tears and wiping them away.

“What if it doesn’t?” he asked her. For SIDS to occur twice to the same couple would be very very unfortunate and also very unlikely.

“What if this happening now is a sign?What if this is what we need, what our marriage needs, what WE need.”

What if this new baby was going to be the answer? The turning point, the thing that helped rebuild the pieces of their broken lives.

“I…. What if I can’t… What if I can’t love it the same though? What if I can’t love it or I can’t be a mother to it?”

“You won’t love it the same. Because you don’t love every person the same, sweetheart. If you do this, if WE do this, you’ll love it differently as will I. Because it will be a different baby, a different person. Not a replacement, not a substitute. It will be our new baby, a new beginning for us. And you know what?”

“What?” her voice was quiet, her eyes searching his.

“It would be extra loved, and have extra protection. Because their big sister will be watching over them from above and looking out for them. This could be our gift from her, her way of telling us it’s time to move on. Not to forget her though, because that will never ever happen.”

“No, it won’t. It can’t.”

Spencer felt hope suddenly, a lightness in his heart that he hadn’t felt for months. But he didn’t want to push anything, he couldn’t make her do this if she wasn’t ready. He wouldn’t want to make her do this if she wasn’t ready.

So he waited.

Take the pieces and build them skywards
and
Take the pieces and build them skywards

“Spencer…. Can we really do this?”

“If you want to. Only if you want to.”

“I think…. I think. Maybe I do.”

Take the pieces and build them up to the sky.  

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AHS Imagines - Jimmy Darling

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“You know you’re my best friend right?”

You gently placed yourself on the freshly cutgrass, responding with a consumed hum. Your view was exquisite, the sun just touched the open waters of the lake, and if you looked closely, you could see the ripples formed from its touch.

The winds were something you would never forget, how the simple kiss of its warm air blew your long strands of hair onto your petite face.  It was October. Placing your gaze on the tree that hung low above your head, you started to count all the red leaves. The more you counted, the more lethargic you got. Red was your favourite colour, it expressed such a diverse set of emotions it simply fascinated you…One may use it to express anger, or one can use it to portray excitement.

Ever since you were 7, with a passion for painting, you would sign your name on every art piece you’ve made in red ink…to show the emotion you felt while creating your piece…but it was up to the viewer to identify whether you were joyful or resentful. You’ve always dreamed of being an artist, imagining your work next to great artists like Da Vinci or Donatello, you wanted to be remembered…and the way you wanted to be was for your refined red ink.

“Do you wanna get going Y/N? Your momma’s gonna be angry again” Jimmy whispered in your ear,

You lost count at 125, and thanked Jimmy for that. You turned to Jimmy, who was focused on the horizon.

“Why are you whispering?” You replied…in a whisper. Jimmy turned to you, giving you a warm smile,

“Because, It’s all so perfect, I don’t wanna ruin it” You closed your eyes. He was right, the field you both rested on was quiet, the leaves sang quietly on the trees, and the sound of cicadas followed. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in a big city, or by the seaside…but with your mother’s shortage of money, those dreams were as unrealistic as you wanting to be an artist. Letting out a sigh, it was quiet again…that was until Jimmy decided to clear his throat.

“We should get going” Jimmy said in defiance,

“But I don’t wanna” Your response came out as a child’s whine.

“Me neither” Jimmy chuckled, propping himself up with his shoulders,

“But we gotta.” Jimmy was right, the sky was setting and your mom specifically asked you to be home before the stars came out.

“I can’t wait to be 18…so I can runaway” You said, wiping the dust off your ripped jeans,

“Y/N, you’re only 12… and plus, you should be happy you got both parents…consider yourself lucky.” Jimmy giggled.

You both walked out of the open field, and headed down the trail you and Jimmy made.

“Bobby made fun of me again, he called me lobster boy” Jimmy was never the one to open up about his feelings, but after years of reassurance that you weren’t judgemental, he finally opened up.

You knew about his hands, and honestly, you didn’t care. You don’t remember how you met Jimmy, but you were happy that you did.

“Tell him to stick one up his ass” You replied, rather irritated.

“Y/N, language” Jimmy teased,

“A lady shouldn’t speak like that,” he continued.

“Well I’m no ordinary lady then?” Jimmy shook his head,

“No you’re not…but that’s why you’re my best friend” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder,

“You’re really leaving Jimmy?” You promised him you wouldn’t be sad, you promised him you would stay strong, but how could you stay strong if he wasn’t going to be there with you along the way?

“Yeah…it sucks, I wish I could take you in one of my suitcases” He said, embracing you closer into his hold,

“I think I could fit” You both chuckled, but it soon faded into a mournful atmosphere. The walk stayed silent, usually the silence between you two was always comfortable…but today, knowing that was the last time you would sit under the same tree you went to for 3 years…it was languishing.  

You were steps from his home that was now just a house without furniture.

“My mom’s gonna miss you” He said, breaking the silence,

“She really likes you.”

“Tell her I’m gonna miss her too, and that I wish her the best of luck at her new job” You replied.

“Oh! I got you something!” Jimmy said, before running back into his house. You waited with a smile as you heard him shuffle throughout the house.

“Here,” Jimmy said breathlessly as he jumped the last step. He placed a small box in your hand that had your name on it written on the bow.

“Open it!” Jimmy’s outburst made your heart jump,

“Jeez, do that again and I wont be able to do anything!” You retorted, grasping at your heart, dramatically.

You pulled out the ribbon and removed the top of the box.

In it was two necklaces’, connected with a broken heart charm. The gold letters that were engraved were;

“Best Friends Forever”

Jimmy took one half of the heart and put it around his neck,

“See, now if we wear this forever we can find each other…eventually” Jimmy took the other half and motioned you to turn around; speechless you did what he asked.

His hands snaked around your shoulders and placed the necklace on your neck.

“Do you like it?” Jimmy asked from behind you.

You turned around,

“I love it, thank you so much!” You ran to Jimmy and wrapped him in an embrace, feeling his arms instantly hug you back,

“I’m really gonna miss you Jimmy” You said, finally letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks,

“And I’m gonna miss you more” Jimmy whispered, kissing your forehead,

“Why are you whispering again?” You asked, pulling away from the embrace.

“Close your eyes” He instructed.

Hesitantly, you closed your eyes. The sudden silence made you curious, and wondered if Jimmy left.

“Jimmy?” You called, as the urge to open your eyes grew. The silence stayed.

The heat from a presence hit your skin, and hands cupped your cheeks, in less than a second your lips were connected with his. His hair tickled your forehead, and his breath warmed your skin. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you felt the kiss slightly deepen. Slowly, he pulled away.

It felt as if those butterflies reached up your throat and held your tongue, because you were rendered speechless.

“Always remember me ok?” He said, removing his hands from your skin, but not before slowly grazing it with his thumb.

“Okay” You whispered, feeling his touch finally leave your skin for good.

——-

“A freakshow?” Your friend snarled,

“Why would you wanna go to one of those?” You couldn’t answer, you didn’t know yourself as to why you wanted to go…but nevertheless you wanted to.

“Because, now c’mon! It’ll be fun” You flashed her a toothy grin as you waved the tickets in her face.

“Alright fine” she groaned, grabbing one.

“Even though you’re 25 you’re an ass driver” Your friend said, getting out of the car,

You ignored her remark and jogged to her,

You handed your tickets and made your way to the almost vacant set of seats. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, everything you’ve heard is true, all that has been advertised is here, under this tent”

A lady, who was in fact Jimmy’s mother, stepped on stage and recited her speech as if practised for hours. The sight of his mother brought memories back, you longed to know how Jimmy was doing.

The sound of your friend’s laughter distracted you from her speech,

“Stop laughing” You warned,

You turned back to Ethel on the stage,

“From jungles untamed to forest enchanted. From the Dark Continent to the spice-laden lands of India. Astounding mistakes of nature, are gathered here, for your amusement and your edification”

“See” Your friend said,

“They want us to laugh,” she snorted; you ignored her lack of decency and remained focused on the show.

The show was filled with acts of the underestimated, and laughter’s filled the air from their cheesy yet humorous jokes.

“Now, for our next performer—lobster boy!” Your longing to know how Jimmy was soon became short as he walked on stage.

Out of all the ways you could of reunited, at a coffee shop, on the streets or even at a park…you reunited with Jimmy darling at a freak show—and he was one of them.

His juggling act was enthralling; he concentrated on the baseballs as he added more. With a strong finish, he gave the crowd of four a bow.

His eyes, leaving the floorboard to your eyes, brought the same feeling in your stomach as the first time he kissed you. Shock was evident on his face, he stayed frozen, consuming the same matter you were.

Standing up, you watched Jimmy jump from the stage down to the audience floor.

“Jimmy?” You called, allowing the smile you tried hiding to show on your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, your heart began to race as he stopped in front of you.


“It’s really you” He said with a chuckle, 


“i’ve missed you,” your heart warmed from his  expression of emotion, it reminded you of how much he trusted you. 


“I see you’ve been doing good, lobster boy” You teased,


“Well juggling isn’t the only thing I can do with my hands” he pointed out, wiggling his eyebrow,


“You’re disgusting” You giggled, 


“Call me what you want” He smirked. In less than 5 minutes, you were both in deep conversation, talking about absolutely everything. 


“Do you still have that necklace?” He asked, eyeing your chest. 


“Not on me no, but it’s in my room…and my eyes are up here” You said, lifting his chin with your finger. 


“Me too” He smiled, it was a smile you missed, and it was the only smile that could make you feel better, in any situation. 


“Hey,” Jimmy said, 

“Close your eyes”


From the moment you closed your eyes, you felt his lips softly touch yours, a feeling you almost forgot. His hands cupped your face, pulling you closer. You felt like you were 12 again, on his lawn, and kissing Jimmy for the first time. You remembered that day…the singing of the leaves, and the sunset that ended that day so beautifully. You remembered counting the red leaves with Jimmy by your side, and the promise Jimmy made you make, which you undeniably kept.

He pulled away,

“I’m sorry, but I needed to do that” He chuckled as his thumb grazed your cheek—like that day.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, 


 “I can’t say I love you, it’s been 13 years since I last loved you…but stay with me in my tent for a couple of days, meet everyone so they can finally meet the girl I’m always talking about.”

“Fuck, who am I kidding? 13 years later and you’re still on my damn mind. You were the only one who cared for me, and treated me like a person…anyone would fall in love with someone as pure as you.”

Jimmy held your hand,

“Please stay? They’re nice people, and they would love you” He whispered,

“Anyone would” he added.  


The show ended minutes earlier, you missed everything after Jimmy’s performance. You felt whole again with Jimmy, it felt as if he was in fact the other piece to your heart, and now you had the chance to see for yourself. 

“Okay” You replied, giving him a warm smile,

“But what’s with the whispering again?” You giggled, inching closer to him. Jimmy quickly pecked your lips,

“Because it’s all so perfect…I don’t wanna ruin it”

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DHV HWDC IM SORRY I’M SICK AND I APOLOGIZE THAT THIS IMAGINE IS TRASH XO. It took longer to write than expected and I’m sorry again :’( hope you enjoyed!