mentally slapping myself

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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The Story Of A Girl Who Has A Crush On A Cute Cashier

“It’s okay, you can do this, talk to her. She’s just a girl. Just a gal. Like you. There’s nothing weird about this. She’s human, you’re human. Everything should be fine.” I whispered to myself until I noticed what I was doing and stopped. I approached the front desk and looked at the cute cashier.

I only gave her a glance but it was enough to see what I wanted to see. I saw her beautiful neon blue hair, her adorable freckles and her pink eyes. I saw the little chub to her cheeks and I saw the smirk on her face as she played a game on her phone while waiting for customers. I saw enough to know I was in love.

“Hello.” I said, and my voice cracked. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I put down my things on the counter and remained quiet.

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Forelsket. *Shawn Mendes*

Teacher!Shawn Mendes

Forelsket: (Norwegian)

-That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

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anonymous asked:

hey so I was wondering if anyone here could help me. I've been brought up to be very homophobic and intolerant, but I really don't want to be this way. I want to be a loving and accepting person but I don't know how exactly to get over my homophobia. it's just so ingrained in me to hate lgbt people, I really hate being this way. has anyone here got any ideas of stuff that could help me become more accepting of you lgbt people? sorry to bother btw, I'm just wondering

hey!! ty for reaching out, im glad that you’re consciously trying to combat your ingrained bigotry, that’s admirable.

for me what helps with internalized/ingrained stuff is to mentally slap myself every time it comes up. like for example, as a cis person, i have ingrained transphobia, and i work against that. sometimes i’ll think something transphobic, and i make sure to mentally be like “hey that’s wrong, stop that” until it becomes a habit to chastise bigoted thoughts. it’s very much a process, not a one-step fix.

and honestly? you’ll probably never get rid of All Ingrained Bad Stuff Ever and be a perfect person, because like. even lgbt people have internalized homo/transphobia. perfection is kind of a hollow goal. so what matters most imo is to Consciously be a good person, even if you’re actively working against homophobic/transphobic thoughts. make sure that you’re actively supportive to lgbt people (friends, family…) whenever possible

and recognize that just because you’re taught something and brought up a certain way, and critical thinking is a good thing. but tbh it sounds like you’ve already recognized that your homophobic upbringing was Not Good so yeah

that was kinda rambly but i hope it helped? @ followers if u could chip in that would be welcomed

Just a Girl-Part One

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: Klaus is the original hybrid and (Y/N) is a normal human being. He’ll do anything for power and she’ll do anything to save the man and city she loves.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader 

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Requested: Nope, just a trial run. But hope to do more on this blog.

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Can’t help | l.h

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Prompt: Loosely based on the song Can’t help falling in love

Word count: 1,829

A/N: So much fluff you might die


I walked in to see her in nothing but my worn out t-shirt and panties. She was jamming out to some weird remix playing on the radio, shouting her made up lyrics off-key. I couldn’t keep in my chuckle as she excitedly rocked her air guitar and whipped her hair like she was a rockstar from the 70s. I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her energetic body, making her jump a little.

“Luke. You scared me to death dude.” She breathed, getting tired from her previous “rock show”.

“When will you stop calling your boyfriend dude?” I chuckled, pressing my lips to her sweaty forehead.

“Never.” She poked her tongue out teasingly while running away from my grasp. I shook my head at her childlikeness before rushing towards her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the couch.

“Alright Titch. I still need to work on some stuff, but I’ll come down soon and help you with dinner okay?” I pecked her pouty lips before walking to my office.

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On The Door Step - part 3

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue    part 1    part 2

Warnings: Season 10/11 spoilers, cursing (I think that’s it)

Words: 2243

A/N: Y’all are the best! By the way, requests are open (I don’t write Wincest and I haven’t tried smut, but I’m willing)! Now here’s part 3.

(Y/B/M) = your birth month

(Y/B/D) = your birth day


I sit still in the plastic blue chair resting against the irritatingly white walls. I stare at the students being attended by the on duty nurse and a few of the teachers. The staff is trying to keep the kids calm, hoping that no one will pass out or scream, but one of the middle school children doesn’t do what they were hoping.

The little boy screams and I wince, clenching my eyes shut and tucking myself inwards. The child has a rather large shard of glass sticking out of his back and a few teachers surround his body where he lays on the floor.

This is all my fault.

The paramedics arrive sooner than anyone thought, and the take away the severely injured students before attending to those with minor wounds, like me. A kind woman dressed in the hospital’s uniform cuts off my long sleeve and plucks out the pieces of the mirror that fell from the ceiling. I don’t wince, I hardly even flinch as she takes them out or even when she sterilizes the cuts. Once she’s done, she begins to ask a few questions.

“Did you hit your head?” I shake my head, clenching my hands together and closing my eyes. A quivering breath escapes my lips, but other than that, I keep my responses silent.

She examines the rest of my arm, and checks my head for any signs of blood, but when she comes up empty, she moves on to the next student.

My fingers interlock with one another and my eyes watch them closely like they’re the most interesting creatures in the world.

“I wanna leave.” I breathe out to myself, but the nurse standing next to my chair hears me. She turns to me, watching me closely before answering.

“You can go home soon.” She smiles at me, patting me on my knee and then sighing.

That’s not what I meant.


My legs feel light and my head feels heavy as I approach the door leading to the inside of the bunker from the garage. Sam and Dean aren’t home yet, which isn’t surprising, it’s almost a six hour trip from Lebanon to Denver and they left nine hours ago.

“How was school?” Castiel grunts from the same spot in the library he was this morning when I left. I make my way down the steps, making sure to keep my shoulder out of Castiel’s view. If he sees the bandages, he’s going to throw so many questions at me that I’ll get whiplash.

“It was school, nothing interesting,” I answer bluntly, passing him and heading towards my room. “Just glad it’s Friday.” With nothing more to say, I quickly make my way down the hallway and shut the door to my room. I have to stay away from Cas, he could figure something is off with me. He’s done it on several accounts and he’s told my brothers.

For the next 29 hours that my brothers don’t return, I keep myself locked in my room, answering Castiel’s worried phone calls with simple answers.

“I’m having really bad cramps right now.”

“(Y/N), your period isn’t for another week,” He speaks with concern and a hit of confusion.

“Okay, first of all, how do you know my cycle? And it’s possible to have cramps while ovulation.” I slightly laugh as I imagine the face he’s most likely making.

“Dean made a calendar for me,” he explains, “so I would understand most of your grumpiness.”

Of course he did.

“Look, Cas, I’m fine, so you don’t have to call every two hours.” I sigh, laying across my bed and running my fingers through my hair.

“It’s unlike you to hide in your room unless something was wrong.” I sigh, closing my eyes and feeling the throbbing in my shoulder. I’m too hot right now to wear anything but shorts and a tank top and if I go out there now with my bandage exposed, I’ll rat myself out.

“I’ll come out later, I’m working on homework.” I lie. I’ve been reading up on what they have been saying about the incident. They’ve kept most of the details from the public, they mostly just say the windows were broken. None of the articles mention the falling mirrors.

Castiel sighs and decides not to say anything more, so he hangs up. Tossing my phone on my bed, I hide my eyes in the crook of my elbow, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder. Irritation bubbles up inside the back of my head and I leap to my feet.

Another hour passes, and I find myself pacing the floor in front of my bed. My fingers twitch as I run my hands up and down my arms, trying to ease my nerves.

Nothing’s working.

My breathing quickens, I force myself to sit on the edge of my bed, trucking my head between my legs in order to stop the attack.

It’s not working.

I leap to my feet, scraping my toes against my desk chair leg. I hiss, wrapping my palm around my big toe before sitting down in the chair to examine it. I ripped the nail and the nail tore some of the skin away from underneath it. Squeezing the toe, I close my eyes and try to focus on something in order to ignore the pain. However, when I open my eyes, I watch as my a little green light seeps out between my fingers.

I pull back my hand, which causes me to fall out of my chair and smacking my head against the edge of my bed.

“Fuck,” I grumble, rubbing the back of my head. I feel my nerves slowly calming and the attack subsiding and my eyes land on my big toe, finding the nail fully intact and the blood gone. “What the fuck?”

I climb to my feet, slipping on my jacket, and stumble out of the door. I need air.

“Hey-” Cas greets me, but I quickly walk passed him, heading towards the stairs. I make it to the garage, picking my helmet off the ground and starting towards my bike when I crash into a giant.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Sam asks, holding me at arms length. I’m out of breath and staring up at him with wide eyes. Shit.

“I-I’m,” I caught, shaking my head in order to clear it. “I was going for a ride.”

“With no shoes?” Sam glances down at my green painted toes. I mentally slap myself.

“So this is the third,” a strong Scottish accent says from where the impala is parked. Dean pulls out a short redheaded woman from the back seat, her wrists chained together. “(Y/N) Winchester.”

I stand straight, staring down the witch. So this is Rowena. Charlie was right, her voice is kind of annoying. I don’t move away from the door as Dean approaches with her as I continue to examine her. This is the first “villain” I’m meeting and knowing my brother they’re going to make it quick.

Rowena raises an eyebrow as she continues to watch me, and for a slight moment, her eyes widen in surprise while she ever so quietly whispers, “I’ve never seen so much.”

What?

“Alright, c’mon.” Sam pulls me away from the door, allowing Dean to open it and lead Rowena inside.

“We told you we’d be back,” Sam smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and walking inside with me. I fight against the urge to push Sam away and run after Rowena. Sam continues to talk, but I can’t focus on his words.

At the bottom of the steps, I wiggle free of Sam’s heavy arm and turn to glare at him. “Don’t you have a prisoner to interrogate?” My attention turns towards the hallway Dean disappeared down.

Sam nods after spending a few seconds watching me. He gives me a tight hug, promising we’ll hang out soon, before disappearing down that same hallway.

“(Y/N),” Castiel huffs, drawing my attention away and to his shaking body, “what happened to your shoulder?” My eyes follow his to find my jacket had slipped off, exposing the white bandages.

“Nothing.” I answer coldly before turning my attention back to the hall.

I need to get in there.

I’ve been lingering by the hallway entrance for a couple of minutes now, my thumb nail between my teeth as I think of how in the hell am I supposed to get Sam and Dean out of there long enough to interrogate her with my own questions.

My attention turns to Castiel in the library as he grunts and shakes. He’s having another episode. And then it clicks. I know how to get them out.


“Guys,” I wince, wobbling passed the secret shelf door.

Sam acts fast, approaching me with concern and caution, worried if he touches me he might cause more pain.

“What the hell happened?” Dean jumps off the chair, leaning in close to examine the bruise forming on my cheek.

“Castiel is gone. He got out and… he left.” Dean looks to Sam and without a word, they both head outside of the file room to talk. A moment ticks by before I turn to Rowena, straightening my back and glaring at her.

“So much what?” I hiss, approaching the edge of the devil’s trap.

“I’m sorry?” Rowena bats her eyes, sizing me up.

“When you saw me, you said you haven’t seen so much. What the hell did you mean?” I narrow my eyes, watching as she shifts slightly in her seat, readying herself to tell me that I must’ve misheard. “They’re going to be back in here, I don’t have time for any innocent shit.”

“You have so much… energy inside ya, dear…”

“What are you talking about? What energy?”

“Magic! You have so much of it… So much more than I,” she rolls her eyes as she explains. “Of course you do, you’re a Winchester after all.” She says mostly to herself, but I glare at her for it.

“I’m not a witch,” I hiss, taking a step closer. “There’s no way I can be a witch.”

“Aye dear, you’re not. But you’re something,” she pauses, sizing me up once again. “But that much power you’re sitting on, it’s surprising you’re in one piece. That it hasn’t hurt you yet-”

I take a step away, my hand gently laying against my shoulder. Magic would be the explanation for what happened in the cafeteria. 

“You’re on edge, aren’t ya dear?” Rowena shifts in her chair, rattling the chains keeping her in place. “If you take these off, I could show ya.”

I glare at her, watching as a grin grows across her lips. I take in a deep breath before answering, “you’re lying. It’s just hormones.”

“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers, strutting to stand next to me. “Don’t talk to her, she’s-”

“Dangerous, I know.” I nod to Rowena before slipping out of the room. I tug on my jacket tight around my waist and duck my head down as I walk towards my room.

“(Y/N), we’re going to find Cas,” Sam speaks, typing away on his laptop. “We’re taking Rowena with us-”

“Stay here, I know.” I smile weakly at Sam. “I’m going to go to bed, Will you call me when you find him? And will you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Why are you the one who’s sorry? Cas-”

“Just, tell him?” Sam nods and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you.” I slowly drag myself to my room, my head swimming with too many thoughts.

When I reach my room, I lock the door behind me and rest my back against it and examine the space. Rowena is probably right, I have magic. How else could I heal my own toe or summon mirrors and  break glass without physically touching it?

As I pace around the room, my mind decides to send me back to the day I asked Dean where our mom was. It was three years after I was left on their doorstep and a year before John disappeared on Dean.

“(Y/N), we don’t have the same mom,” Dean says, pulling me into his lap while we waited for John to check us into a motel room. “Your mom left you with us.”

“Do we have the same dad?” I question, playing with the necklace Sam hand given him.

“Yes.”

Now that I’m older, when I look back on this memory I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. If he had told me no, who knows what kind of devastation that would bring to a five year old.

I take in a staggering breath and push myself off the door. I reach for my book bag next to my desk and dump the contents onto my bed. I rush around the room, pulling out clothes and hygiene products. I change out of my sleeping shorts and slip on a pair of skinny jeans.

Once my bag is packed, I place my school materials on my desk and stop short at the sight of the tiny fluffy white blanket folded neatly near the desk, the sticky note with the simple message written in my mothers handwriting.

Her name is (Y/N).
She was born (Y/B/M) (Y/B/D), 1999
Please take care of her.


Tags: @straightasdeanwinchester , @superblyunnatural

A/N: tags are open

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But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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Roman Reigns One Shot - First Impressions

  • Based on this prompt: “You can touch me but I know you won’t.” @moxxetti

I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had begged. She knew a few of the wrestlers and had scored ringside seats but the only problem was that I knew nothing about wrestling or the WWE, nor did I care to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me through the next three hours.

“It’s a house show, they’re always so much better than the live tapings – no script, no PG rating to worry about. Just a bunch of people out there having fun and entertaining us.” Lila shouted over to me as a blast of music and pyro went off.

“What the fuck is a ‘house show’?” I shouted back.

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Hidden Scar

Request: Could you write a reader x Alec Lightwood where he is helping her tend her wounds after a missions and he discovers her scars (which she’s self conscious about) from previous missions? Thank you!!                                                                                                                                           Warning:None!                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Note:I hope you’re going to like it so if you do let me know…:))                                                                                                                                               I was trying to get back to the Institute but since I was hurt pretty bad that was hard..Even if I activated my healing rune the pain was still unbearable.I was in some alley close to the Institute,but it looked so far away now..And then I felt my phone vibrating and I took it from my pocket..’Halo!’ I heard Alec voice on the other end and I instantly slapped myself mentally..’Y/N,where are you?” I took a deep breath before speaking..’Oh hey Alec,what’s up?’But unfortunately my voice shaked at the end because of a sharp pain on my side..’Y/N are you okay?’                                                                                                                   ‘Umm yeah don’t worry I’ll be there in a few.’And before he could answer me I hung up.                                                                                                               I was finally able to get to the Institute,I walked in and lucky  for me nobody noticed me so I keep walking straight to my room but then Izzy saw me..’Oh my God Y/N are you okay..’OH NO! ‘Yes,this isn’t my blood.’She looked at me suspiciously but nodded her head..And I walked in my room and closing the door leaning my head on them for a second catching my breath..But when I turned around I saw Alec standing with his arm crossed over his chest and I jumped..’Jesus Alec.’ He put his hands down and walked closer to me..’You’re hurt?!’It was more like statement then a question.’Pff,no I’m not.’I tried to avoid him but he stopped me grabbing by my wrist and just like that I winced because of pain..’Oh my God,You ARE hurt.Sit.’He showed me to sit down on the bed and I knew that arguing with him was pointless right now..’Alec you don’t have to,I already activated the healing rune.’He looked at me holding a wet towel..’Maybe but you’re still bleeding.’I didn’t said anything just let out a sigh..’Take off your shirt.’I looked at him confused..’Excuse me what?”               “Take off your shirt so I can take care of that too.’He showed with his index finger on my stomach and I instantly got sick,even if we were together for couple of months we still didn’t  took that “NEXT STEP”in our relationship..’Ohh that,really there is no need to.’ He gave me a death glare and a famous eyeroll..’Seriously Y/N?!”I hesitated for a minute ‘Okay,fine!’I pulled up my shirt and left it on the bed next to me,and the when I turned my gaze back to him  I saw him starring at my stomach and I didn’t even have to guess why,because I knew the reason it’s because of my huge scar from one of my previous battles with demons..’I immediately took the shirt and started pulling over my head but he stopped me..’Why didn’t you tell me?” I looked up from him to somewhere else in the room mumbling..’Because I was already self concious about it so I didn’t want anyone else to know except izzy.’ Then I saw annoying look on his face..’So that’s the reason why she’s been acting weird these couple of months?!’I looked at him..’Yeah,I guess.’ Then his face softened and he put his hands on my cheeks..’I love you Y/N and there’s no way in hell that for some stupid scar I’ll change my mind,understood?’I looked back at him smiling and then he kissed me,and that’s all I needed right now..’Understood.’     

Synonym [Kyungsoo Semi-Smut]

This was requested a while back but I couldn’t write it sooner. Sorry to that anon that I left waiting. Anyways, it’s not super smutty but there’s some touchy parts I guess? Smut is hard [;)] no seriously, it takes some time to write and lots of imagination… anyways, enjoy. Ara~


Drops of water fell as we rapidly walked to my room. It was one of those moments where you rushed your step, kind of hiding from something, and yet you were alone. We were alone, hiding from the lights that came from outside; we made no sounds and could only hear our breathing. 
I could barely see him, standing in the middle of my room as he quickly started to undress. 

“K-Kyungsoo?” I whispered, not sure if I should close my eyes or follow him.
“I’m all soaked jagi.. and so are you. You should change before you catch a cold”
It was storming outside, it caught us off guard. I kind deny I enjoy when Kyungsoo kisses me under the rain, but being alone with him while we change, is another thing.

It’s not the first time and I doubt it will be the last, but he always manages to make me feel so nervous, even when nothing is going on. It’s like falling in love all over again, seeing how perfect he is, how flawless his silhouette it.

I probably was spacing out because I jumped the moment I felt Kyungsoo’s hand slide down my sides, embracing me from behind. 
“What are you thinking jagi?” He whispered into my ear, nipping it gently. “Is my back so breath-taking?” Soo teased.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt of course, I could feel his chest pressed against my back. I could feel his breathing match mine, I could feel his heart beating really fast.
“Soo… What are you doing?” I turned in his arms, facing that sweet boy that held me so close. I didn’t have to wait an answer to know what to do next. Our lips met with a gentle pressure, fire growing inside of me. Just a kiss was enough to make my knees crumble. 
“Do you know jagi… how much I love having you close?” He whispered, his hands playing with my jeans. Everywhere he touched, I felt like sparkles.
“H-how much?” I could barely speak, the heat in the room increased rapidly. Yet it all felt so pure, my room turned to be our sanctuary, our little paradise. The heat was the synonym of the love that emerged from the bottom of our hearts. Kyungsoo’s touch was like a physical poem, a sweet and warm melody. 
Carefully, he picked me up in his arm and carried me to the bed, before laying me down and slowly crawling on top of me. “You’ll see…”


“Did you heard that?!” He stopped his his kissing-my-whole-body-session. “I think it was the front door…”
“Must be my roommate…” I mentally slapped myself, of course she would come exactly in the precise moment when Kyungsoo had finally decide to show me his love. 
I guess I looked a little frustrated because he suddenly began laughing.
“What’s so funny Soo?!” I pouted.
He went back to kiss my hip bones, biting them a little. “Well… we have two options” His eyes looked directly into mine, making my whole body chill. “We can stop and watch a movie or…” He continued “We can be very quiet… and go to that place we’ve been wanting to go for quite some time now”
I knew that the synonym of that place was our sanctuary aka love and all the carnal actions it derived. I couldn’t deny I have been craving for his touch and more than just his touch for a while now. I couldn’t just refuse his offer because he was everything I wanted, our bodies cried for each other’s touch.
And he knew I felt that way, he knew that I didn’t want to stop.
“I love you jagi” He kissed me before his hands continued to wander over my body. “And I love being here… just you and me”


I could hear the rain drops, hitting my window. I could hear the traffic sounds of the city. I could see the street lights barely illuminating the room, enough for me to see the perfect silhouette that laid on top of me.
I could hear him groan in my ear, I could see those beautiful dark eyes that couldn’t leave mine for just a second.
And I could feel.
Feel how slowly he took me to that paradise, to that quiet place. The sanctuary we both built.

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La Douleur Exquise | Part 2

Jimin x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Epilogue

Summary: After you had found someone you thought was your soulmate, fate had to fuck everything up and turn your life upside down.

Genre: Angst and fluff

Word count: 13,027 words

A/N: this was painful to write. i cried, and thank you @extraterrestrial-taehyung for dealing w/ me and editing this emotional thing (also italics are jimin’s pov)


La Douleur Exquise- (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have.

Saudade- (n.) the feeling of longing for something or someone who you love and which is lost.


August 8th, 2006

It had been weeks since I last talked to Y/N in person. The last time was at my party, when the both of us were drunk. I remembered the feeling that the short-lived kiss gave me, and I knew I shouldn’t start to have feelings like that for my best friend.

The morning after the party, I immediately left the house while everyone was eating breakfast. I walked aimlessly through the streets in my pajamas, trying to sort out what I felt. I told myself that maybe it was because I was drunk, that the alcohol was manipulating my thoughts, but then I asked myself why my heart raced whenever I thought of Y/N’s lips, even though I was fully sober? I decided to ignore Y/N for a little while, so my heart could have time to settle down, but it was easier said than done. She was a part of my life, a piece of my soul, my best friend.

I returned to an empty house an hour or two later. Apparently Yoongi was taking everyone out to the amusement park and Y/N texted me if I wanted to go. I left her on Read. I knew I was a horrible person for doing that, but I had no other choice. I couldn’t fall in love with the only person I considered family. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she starts to avoid me because of my feelings for her?

I inhaled, and exhaled. “Everything will be fine.”

I was all wrong.

That evening, I laid down all alone in my bed, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets that I cuddled in. A thought slipped into my mind as I drifted into slumber. I wish Y/N was here. I wish she was the one I was cuddling. I shot open my eyes and mentally slapped myself for that comment. I took a deep breath in, and then exhaled. “Everything is going to be okay. Everything will be fine.” As if Y/N could sense I was thinking about her, a text came.

Y/N: are you ok?

I opened the text, and left her on Read once more. I knew that she would figure out that something was wrong. I would always text her back after I open her messages, but now, it being the second time I didn’t respond, she would get to the bottom of my problem. Five minutes later, her spam began.

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Niall Horan One Shot - First Impressions

I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had begged. She knew a few of the guys in the band and had scored front row seats but the only problem was that I knew nothing about this band, nor did I care to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me through the next two(ish) hours.

“It’s a reunion concert, these guys have been on break for years. Now they’re just out here having fun and entertaining us.” Lila shouted over to me as the beginning notes of the first song blared through the speakers.

“What the fuck is a ‘reunion concert’?” I shouted back.

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mercy pt 3

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.4k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One  Part Two 

Grabbing my change from the cashier, I thanked her, taking my groceries and heading towards the exit. I swiftly make my way to my car almost throwing everything in the backseat and put my seat belt on. I had a pounding headache and I was more than relieved to be going home after a long day at work. Even though I was incredibly happy because of my new job title, it was more responsibility. I barely had time to breath lately much less do anything else, thankfully it was Friday which meant I would have the next two days off. Opening the door to my apartment I set all the groceries down and plop myself on the couch taking my shoes off in the process. Finally some time to myself.

I turned on the TV and checked my phone only to be disappointed once I realized that Jimin never got back to any of the texts I had sent him in the past few days. I figured he must’ve been busy as well, but his social media says otherwise. I checked his profile and sure enough he had posted less than two hours ago. Was he ignoring me? Since I met him we were always together, and I felt bad for my crazy work schedule recently that I actually didn’t notice. For the next ten minutes I debated on what to do and my eyes glanced at the clock, 10:30pm.

Sending him another text would be either a hit or miss, he can either reply or completely ignore. To be quite honest, I didn’t want to wait for his text so I slipped my shoes on with the intention to catch him on his break. But to my own surprise I couldn’t open the door. I mentally cursed to myself for being too much of a coward and started pacing back and forth in my living room. What if he genuinely was busy? Maybe I was overreacting and blowing everything out of proportion, but something didn’t feel right. Reluctantly I opened my door and ran towards the gym praying that I would catch Jimin in time. As I got closer I slowed down and catched my breath and relief washed over my body as I saw him standing outside looking at his phone.

“Jimin!” I yelled out still trying to get my breathing back to normal. He looked up and his face instantly dropped making my heart ache.

“Y/N.. hi..” He mumbled, “What are you doing here?” He said rather coldly looking back at his phone.

“I came to see you, we haven’t talked in a couple days and I was getting worried.” I mumbled surprised by his tone at me.

“No need to be worried Y/N.”

“A-Are you ok? You haven’t got back to my texts,” I softly said “did I do something wrong?” He raised his eyebrow “Oh. Right, the reason for that is that I simply didn’t want to text you back.” He flatly said.

My eyes widened “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong Jimin?” I questioned.

“No you didn’t. Why do you care so much anyways? I’m sure Yoongi hasn’t made time for his side so you came running to me.”

Ouch.

I stood there not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do, unable to move. Truth is I hadn’t spoken to Yoongi at all. Sure he had crossed my mind but I didn’t have a desire to talk to him so Jimin’s words especially hurt. Why was he acting like this? I felt tears running down my cheeks and I immediately wiped them away, “I-I’m sorry for bothering you Jimin.” I whispered looking towards the direction of my house “I guess I’ll just leave then.” And before he could say anything else, I was already running down the street finally able to let out the sobbing I was holding in looking back one more time only to find him already gone.

I barged in my house practically ripping my jacket off and slamming my bedroom door closed. My sobbing lasted longer than I wanted too but I eventually closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a tear stained pillow. The events from last night came rushing back to my head making my throat close. Getting myself out of bed, I walked to the kitchen pouring myself a cup of water to ease my body. After gulping down my water I put my cup in the sink and dragged myself to the bathroom. I took one good look at myself in the mirror and I almost screamed at my appearance. Clearly I had forgotten to take my makeup off the night before and crying all night only made me look worse. Alright Y/N get yourself cleaned up.

I turned the shower on waiting for the water to get warm before getting in. I took my clothes off and stepped in. I spent a good forty-five minutes before I finished my shower routine and turned the water off grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my body. Thankfully it made me feel a lot better and I made my way to my closet to change into clothes for the day. Just as I put some socks on I heard a knock on my door. I walked towards the front door checking the peephole first before opening it and I smiled once I saw it was who it was.

“Namjoon!” I yelled out at him opening the door and running in his arms. I missed him more than anything and for him to show up at my door out of nowhere definitely made me happy.

I felt him wrap his arms around me and I led him inside leading him to the living room.

“Ahh Y/N if I knew you were going to be this excited to see me I would show up unexpectedly more often.” He chuckled following me to the couch and taking a seat next to me.

“I’m just really happy to see you, I missed my best friend.” I pouted at him.

“I missed you too Y/N.” he said “But hey you’ve been busy too I came to make sure you were at least eating something.”

I rolled my eyes “Of course I have Joonie, have you?”

“Oh really? Have you ate today?” He questioned.

“YA in my defense I woke up late” I said smiling at him trying to come up with an excuse.

“Typical child” He said grabbing my face making me look at him only to frown once he saw how swollen my eyes were. I quickly looked away standing up “U-uh do you want something to drink? Something to ea-”

“Why are your eyes swollen.” He said ignoring my question. I mentally slapped myself for not putting makeup on sooner. Here we go…

“I stayed up really late last night watching dramas, I think watching too much made my eyes irritated.” I blurted out hoping he would drop it.

“You’re a really bad liar Y/N” He responded “If you’re not going to tell me I’ll go ask Yoongi myself AFTER I beat the crap out of him.” He calmly said standing up walking to the front door.

“No no no.. wait Namjoon it’s not because of Yoongi.” I argued standing in front of him to prevent him from leaving. He raised his eyebrow confused “Then what happened?”

“I’ll tell you..” I began “But it’s a long story Joonie.”

“I have time.” He blurted out sitting back down.

For the next hour I told him everything. From meeting Jimin, to the fight with Yoongi, to the restaurant incident, and to the events from last night. Namjoon patiently listened without saying a word and wiping my tears away as I told him how hurtful Jimin’s words were. He took every word I said in and held my hand the whole time.

“You said his name was Jimin right?” He spoke up after I finished talking. I nodded my head and he took out his phone pulling up a page and showing me his social media “This Jimin?” He asked handing me his phone. Looking through the page I recognized it right away. Again I nodded confused, “Wait Joon how do you know him?” I asked giving him back his phone.

“I went to highschool with him, he’s one of my good friends.” He said “Which is why I find all of this weird. Jimin isn’t like this.”

“How come you never told me? Or introduced me to him?” I asked in disbelief.

He gave me a look “You know how I am with you Y/N I never bring you around my friends because I know what they’re like.”

“Well yeah but still!” I yelled out annoyed.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He began, “Remember when you started dating Yoongi? I almost killed him just by him not asking me before he asked you out.”

I giggled “Yeah yeah dad I remember” I mocked.

“And look how that turned out Y/N.” he added. I remained quiet because after all he was right.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” He asked making me look up at him.

I sighed “honestly Joon I was going to tell you.”

I ran my fingers through my hair frustrated “I just didn’t know how too and it’s been too much.”

He nodded understanding and put my hands in his “What am I going to do with you?” He joked.

I chuckled “I don’t know.” I replied shrugging my shoulders.

“My job is to be here for you when you’re going through stuff like this, please tell me next time.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll stop being this annoying with my problems.” I whispered.

“Hush. You’re never annoying.”

“What about you huh! Any girl troubles?” I asked changing the subject.

“No girls for me yet, I’ve just been so busy with work.” He said laughing. “By the way I’m having a party tonight at my house I want you there Y/N.” he said

“A party? Like with people?” I hesitantly asked.

“Yes with people.” He stated, “please come.”

I softly smiled at him “I’ll be there Joonie.”

He shot me a big smile bringing out his dimples “Good, I’ll see you tonight then! Love you Y/N”

“Love you more” I replied leading him to the front door as we said our goodbyes.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my apartment to pass time and watching dramas. As much as I wasn’t up to go to a party, I wanted to be there for Namjoon. The day passed rather quickly and by the time it reached 7pm, I was already raiding my closet to find an outfit to wear. Jeans or a dress? I quickly did my best to put an outfit together and thanks to my good sense of style, I managed to find one sooner than I thought. Relieved, I made my way to the bathroom and got started on my hair and makeup. After about thirty minutes I was done and finally ready. I grabbed my phone and I was out the door.

I made it to Namjoon’s house and boy was it super packed. Drinks were everywhere, music was blasting, and people were everywhere. I squeezed through the endless bodies of people and tried to find Namjoon letting him know I was here and once I found him he immediately handed me a drink. “I’m so glad you’re here, enjoy yourself but not too much! I’m watching you.” He warned giving me a stern look. I nodded at him laughing letting him get back to greeting people and made my way to an empty spot in the house sipping on my drink telling myself to have a good time. It was when I was getting a refill that I noticed someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. I looked up only to see Jimin on the other side of the room looking over at me. Great. His gaze never left my face as I grabbed another drink and I looked away walking back to my spot on the couch. I was doing my best to avoid Jimin’s stare until I noticed someone else arrive.. Yoongi.

Fuck. What the hell are they doing here?

Yoongi seemed to almost immediately spot Jimin and due to Jimin having his attention at me, Yoongi quickly averted his eyes to mine. We kept our eyes locked on each other for what felt like hours until I managed to glance at Jimin. He was no longer looking at me and instead he was burning holes into the side of Yoongi’s face.

What the fuck is going on?

I turned around and walked towards an empty spot on the couch away from both of them and anxiously sipped my drink. Although neither of them talked to me, they were both shooting death glares at each other.

God this was so frustrating, don’t let this ruin your night Y/N…

I hastily stood up from the couch and began walking to the backyard for some air and to get away from both of their views. Thankfully there were less people outside and I quickly found an empty chair. I gulped down my drink and before I could grab another one I felt someone beside me already handing me one. I looked up and smiled reaching over to accept it. He looked to be around my age and although he was quite buzzed, his attractive features stood out almost instantly.

“Can I sit?” He asked.

I nodded scooting over making some room for him “thanks for the drink by the way.” I said.

“No problem, you here alone by any chance?” He asked putting his hand on my knee. I tensed up and shook my head yes. “Uhh yeah I am”

He smirked “Can I keep you company tonight?”

I stuttered, “o-oh you don’t have too.”

“I’d like too.” He said taking another chug from whatever the hell he had in his cup and throwing his hand over my shoulder pulling me closer to him. “I’d also like to rip that dress off of your pretty little body later.” Warning bells went off in my head and I tried shoving him away from me only to have his grip on me tighten.

“Let me go!” I begged trying to escape his hold. At this point the people outside were starting to look over at what was going on making him growl as he let me go. I noticed both Jimin and Yoongi making their way outside through the crowd towards me. Suddenly I see Namjoon pop out of nowhere grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt throwing him on the floor causing the drink to fall out of his hand.

“Get the FUCK out of my house.” Namjoon barked stepping closer to him with his fists clenched.

I looked over to the guy who was struggling to pick himself up from having one too many drinks and let out a grunt. I went behind Namjoon hiding myself from the eyes glued on me, “you ok Y/N?” He asked turning his attention back to me pulling me into his arms once he saw him leaving. I nodded burying my face in his chest to prevent myself from crying even harder. “I swear I’m going to kill him” he grumbled grabbing my hand leading me away from the crowd. I pulled away from him as my body relaxed and sighed, “I ruined the party mood huh?”

“No, you didn’t. It just made me remember why I don’t bring you around my so called friends.” He said frowning. “I swear I’m gonna kill that kid.” I gave him a soft smile “Thank you,” I reassured, “But I think I’m going to call it a night.”

He nodded as we both walked to the front yard passing both Yoongi and Jimin, I however refused to look up at them.

“I’ll call you tomorrow Y/N” he replied sighing giving me a quick hug “And text me when you get home safely ok?”

“Will do Joon” I said grabbing my keys from my pocket and waving him off.

I began walking along the sidewalk towards my car which was parked farther than I hoped. I took my phone out to check the time, 12:33am

Was I really at that party for that long? It sure didn’t feel like that much time passed. I shoved my phone back in my pocket as my car came into view and I felt my body being pulled back without warning. I let out a yelp and did my best to steady my balance. “What the hell?”

“Y/N,” I heard the voice say immediately recognizing who it belonged to, “Are you okay?”

“I’m not in the mood to talk right now Jimin,” I harshly replied straightening myself up continuing to walk to my car. “Especially to you.”

His face fell, “Wait wait wait please can we talk?” He begged softly grabbing my hand. I rolled my eyes at him and pulled my hand back scoffing, “Talk about what Jimin? I don’t want to hear how pathetic of a person I am anymore.”

“Please just hear me out” He pleaded stepping closer to me closing the space between us.

“I’m sorry Jimin.” I whispered keeping my head down picking up my pace and heading to my car.

“Do you still love him?” He yelled out making me freeze and stop in my tracks.

“What?” I questioned locking my eyes with his, “What are you talking about?”

“Yoongi.” He quietly said not taking his eyes off of mine.

“I-I don’t-” I choked out not knowing what to say

“I don’t know Jimin.” I finished looking down on the floor this time avoiding his reaction.

“I was ignoring you.” He admitted, “And I-I know what I said to you can’t be taken back but I was just..”

“Just what?” I blurted out interrupting him, “Just what huh Jimin? Do you think what you said to me not hurt?

“Y/N…”

“Goodnight Jimin.” I said not waiting for his response.

“I like you.” he confessed, “I like you more than I thought I would.”

“Then why did yo-”

“I was scared.” He said cutting my sentence off, “I didn’t think I had a chance since..”

“Since I still love him.” I finished for him. I let out a laugh as I felt tears forming in my eyes. “Tell me Jimin, how did you even know I still felt something for him?”

“He told me.” He confirmed, “and even if he didn’t it was written all over your body.”

“Regardless you were the one person who actually made me forget about him even if it was just for a little while and even though I knew I was dumb for still loving someone like that, I had hope you looked past that.” I choked out as tears fell down my cheeks, he reached out to wipe them away but I harshly turned my head away refusing.

“Let me get you home Y/N, we can talk there.”

I furiously shook my head, “No.”

“Please.”

“She said no.

Both our heads turned around to meet the one and only owner of the voice I knew far too well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I muttered in disbelief. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough to me the past few months Yoongi?” I whispered stepping closer to him not breaking eye contact, “Why do you always do this shit to me, do you ever take my feelings into consideration at all?”

I was fuming now and my heart was racing, a million of emotions ran through my body but anger was the only thing that took over me. I glared at Yoongi waiting for his response but when it didn’t come I got more frustrated.

“Now you’ve got nothing to say?” I hissed, “Why can’t you just stop giving me mixed signals? I’m just tired of this, I want to be happy Yoongi..”

“I want you to be happy Y/N I really do,” He whispered with tears in his eyes threatening to fall,  “But I want you to be happy with me.

It took me a while to process his words but once I did my mind began racing and I didn’t have any strength to answer him.

“I just can’t do this anymore.” I muttered. “I need space, from both of you guys.”

“Y/N..”

“NO. Just leave me alone for the next couple days.” I warned, “Please.” With that I turned to my car and leaving them both standing there speechless.

Don’t look back.

author’s note: Hiiii guyyyyss! :) I really hope you guys liked it! 

I Despise You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.2)

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia) The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

*

“Lady (Y/N)?”

A reply sounded underneath (Y/N)’s breath, but every word sounded like a vicious grunt as she tried to tighten her corset. “I’m. Not. A. Lady.”

She released her numb arms which where twisted behind her back and approached the door. “Who is it?”

“Susan. Uh, are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.”

“Just fine, your majesty.” The pained girl managed to say before trying to catch her breath.

“May I come in?”

(Y/N) released her tightened shoulders into a slouch and opened the chamber door. Sticking her head out, she saw the High Queen of Narnia looking absolutely beautiful.

Her tall figure was hugged by a dark red dress, and dark hair was out in waves with a golden crown sitting atop her head.

Her blue eyes matched her warm smile as she asked, “It’s the corset, isn’t it?”

“By the name of Aslan, I have never felt this much pain.”

A giggle erupted from her lips as (Y/N) opened the door wider to let her in. In the back of her mind, she was ridiculing herself for the fact that the High Queen of Narnia walked in on her unable to handle a corset.

There was a dinner in half an hour and to be frank, (Y/N) wasn’t too keen on sitting across a certain somebody who embarrassed her earlier today. She hadn’t seen him since she left the training area, and believe it or not, she wasn’t intending to find him either.

The centaur, Wulfric, had shown the new guest around Cair Paravel and escorted (Y/N) to her room after a few hours. The room she was given was decorated with drapes of maroon and gold, as well as silver. The four poster bed was twice the size of her’s back at home and they were fitted with the silkiest sheets she’d ever felt.

It all smelled refreshing and the fireplace had beautiful ornaments and objects on the mantelpiece. A bookshelf stacked with history books and fiction gave off a smell of pure happiness. The lavatory and bath were set up immaculately with soaps and fancy looking liquids in various places. (Y/N) was also provided with a desk and various envelopes along bottles of ink to write back to Doorn once they sent letters.

Wulfric was kind enough to bandage her shoulder which was injured soon after the sword-fight.

“How are you enjoying your stay so far, Lady (Y/N)?” Queen Susan asked politely.

“Please,” the swordswoman grunted, trying to scratch her back. “Call me (Y/N).”

“Here,” she gestured to the corset, “I’ll help with that.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief as Queen Susan led her to the mirror and began to fiddle with the stitching of the garment.

“Your kingdom is wonderful,” (Y/N) stated truthfully. “I haven’t seen anything like it.”

She really hadn’t seen such beautiful scenery before in her life; Doorn was never that connected to the outside world. Military forces was the heart of the country, and to hold a ball was rare and (Y/N) would hardly attend. She never learnt the manners princesses, ladies or Queens learnt; she was only taught how to fight.

Sometimes she’d even think that she was missing out on that ‘exciting’ life of a real princess; with the tiaras and the dresses. But at this moment, as Queen Susan adjusts the reason for (Y/N)’s suffocation, she wasn’t very interested.

She looked at the swordswoman through the mirror and gave a lovely smile. “The people are wonderful and strong, they really make this kingdom what it is.”

(Y/N)’s breathing slowed as she loosened the material. “You know,” she stated. “You don’t have to wear a corset to dinner.”

She mentally slapped myself as the material appeared in Queen Susan’s hands, leaving (Y/N) in a thin gown. She flushed bright red at her stupidity and rushed to the closet to find the simplest gown.

“I’m sorry, your Highness,” the visitor muttered. “We don’t wear gowns or corsets; that might seem ridiculous to you…”

“Absolutely not!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I hope one day all the corsets in this world will burn.”

A laugh escaped both their lips as (Y/N) found a simple long-sleeved, dark blue dress. “How about this, your Highness?”

Queen Susan’s eyes lit up as she walked up to her, admiring the dress with utmost confidence. “It’s made for you.”

(Y/N) grinned and unfolded a screen to change behind.

As she hung up the dress, (Y/N) heard the Queen call before closing the door, “Oh, and please call me Susan. I hate formalities just as much as you do.”

*

(Y/N) made her way down the hall hurriedly, holding the dark dress in bunches in her fists.

She couldn’t find the bloody dining hall.

Her feet were shuffling awkwardly from time to time to see who was coming around the corner, but the whole place was deserted.

Then she knew it was wrong of her to take too many right turns.

But then, (Y/N) heard an echo of a laugh and her ears perked towards the sound. She didn’t bother wearing fancy shoes, so she just stuck with the leather boots she arrived with.

(Y/N) found a marble staircase soon enough, and took a pause to breathe. The railing was pure gold and the stairs were shining a pristine white, making her wonder how long it took to polish.

She made her way down as fast as she could, feeling her hairdo that a maid had prepared for her fall out. (Y/N) groaned and removed the pins from her hair, rushing her fingers through her scalp which undid the fancy bun.

Sighing with relief, she found the door Wulfric had shown earlier. There were carvings of flowers and fauns dancing through the trees. (Y/N) opened one large door and entered with her head bowed respectfully.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, please accept my-”

Before finishing the sentence, (Y/N) looked at around at the large dining table, which was completely empty.

“Apology,” She huffed in annoyance as she leaned against the heavy doors, catching her breath.

(Y/N) took a moment to admire how unbelievably clean the room was and the red and gold decor that made it seem so pristine. She scratched the back of her neck and took a seat at the end of the long table.

‘Was there another dining room?’ She thought. ‘Was later than I thought?’

“You aren’t late,” a calm voice said. (Y/N) whipped her head around to see a tall, young man with blue eyes. He was wearing a golden crown on his golden haired head.

“You must be…” She stood up swiftly, and bowed. “King Peter. High King, sorry.”

He showed his glistening teeth as he smiled. “Peter. Susan’s told me about you, you seem very respectful.”

“I was taught to be,” (Y/N) answered pridefully.

He walked around the table gracefully and adjusted a crookedly placed fork as the newcomer said, “I heard a laugh. I didn’t know if it was just me-”

“Oh, that was Lucy. We’re seated in another dining hall.

(Y/N) blinked. “You have two dining halls?”

Peter laughed and offered her his arm. “You’re our guest, so we’ll be heading to the guest hall.”

She smiled up at him and took his arm happily as he led the way underneath the stairs and took off to another corridor she hadn’t noticed.

(Y/N) heard the laughter again and pushed the nervous butterflies in her stomach away. Why was she nervous? She tried to push up the sleeves of the dress which started at her shoulders. Self consciousness creeped in and she was beginning to acknowledge how much neck was showing.

The High King let go of (Y/N)’s arm and pushed open the door before him, revealing a intricate marble carved table with the Queens of Narnia sitting across each other on cushioned chairs.

Susan waved (Y/N) over, and after turning to Peter and thanking him, she took the empty spot beside her.

“The dress looks beautiful on you, but what happened to your hair?”

Oh.

(Y/N) forced a smile. “Must’ve gone undone when I was trying to find this part of the castle.”

The youngest girl giggled. “You really aren’t from here.”

(Y/N) turned to who she guessed was Queen Lucy and recognised her brown-red hair glinting brightly.

“Hi!” She waved happily.

(Y/N) smiled and bowed politely, soon noticing that the dark-haired king was nowhere to be seen.

Queen Lucy giggled once more. “I’ve never seen a girl bow to us. It’s cool.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Am I not supposed to bow?”

The bubbly girl stood up and moved away from the dining table so the newcomer could see her. The queen curtsied, bowing her head and lifting her skirts delicately.

“We curtesy when we come across royalty.” Susan explains after the young girl takes her seat again.

(Y/N)’s ears seemed warm and she felt colour fill her cheeks. Well, this is embarrassing. Another thing her parents hadn’t taught her to do while she was here.

Peter chuckled, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Lady (Y/N). We’ll teach you everything we know before the meeting takes place.”

She gave a small relieving smile and stated warmly, “Thank you, Peter. Also, call me (Y/N); it makes me feel better.”

*

Almost three hours had past in the dinning room and it was a night she surely couldn’t forget. Jokes were shared, stories were told, and they laughed until tears filled their eyes. (Y/N) felt at home.

Her stomach was still heavy from the enormous meals that were presented to her and the dessert was unbelievable. Peter, Susan and Lucy were still children, but they were so wise; each and every one of them.

Well, expect for the king Edmund who didn’t show up. That was no surprise.

(Y/N) held her bloated stomach that couldn’t handle the dress any longer. She stumbled through her chamber door and locked it after she entered.

As she moved her hand to press against head after her new headache, (Y/N) opened the lavatory door. Her eyes met with a comfortable looking night gown and a hot bath with soaps already prepared.

She sighed and removed her shoes, and not long after a small knock sounded at the door. Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) trudged towards the door, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes and twisted the doorknob.

In front of her stood King Edmund, and his hands were clutching a large wooden box.

(Y/N) looked furiously at him. “Leave me alone.”

“It’s for you,” he said unhesitatingly. “If you won’t take it, then I’ll give it to someone else.”

She rolled her eyes again and began to close the door before he stopped it with his foot. He looked at (Y/N) intently with his dark eyes, the freckles on his cheeks were illuminated in the moonlight. He appeared handsome, she noticed, but still nothing more.

“I apologise for what I did today,” he admitted. “I want you to take this as a gift from me and my siblings for being here.“

She looked at the polished box and exhaled tiredly. “Thank you. Now, hand it over.”

“I’ll put it down beside your bed.”

“No, I’ll take it.” She said sternly.

“Lady (Y/N), this is heavier than you think.”

She scoffed stubbornly. “I’m not a lady. I can handle it.”

He smiled sarcastically. “Fine.”

As soon as (Y/N) opened her arms, he shoved the box to her and soon she felt the heavyweight items in there.

(Y/N)’s hands gripped as hard as they could, not letting the box slip from her and her forearms as they were being marked by its corners.

“So,” he said in a tone of happiness. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.”

(Y/N) was about to yell in response before he disappeared around the corner.

She huffed a loose piece of hair from her face and banged the door shut with her foot.

“Arrogant. Stupid.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she stumbled to set the box down. Upon opening it, (Y/N) found set of polished chainmail, training gear and a brand new sword - the one the kind blacksmith had let her borrow. Was it now hers?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices outside of her door, arguing incessantly. It sounded like Peter…

The door suddenly burst open, basically scaring (Y/N) out of her skin, and there appeared Peter with an apologetic smile on his face. “I apologise wholeheartedly for my brother’s behaviour. You’re a guest and should be treated as such, and Edmund should make it up to you.”

(Y/N) looked at the High King’s brother lurking outside of her chamber door impatiently. His dark eyes looks directly into hers, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he observed the dress she wore.

“Oh, I forgot to tell the both of you,” Peter reminded himself out loud. “You two will be training together for the next couple of weeks until (Y/N)’s departure.”

“What?” (Y/N) and Edmund exclaimed simultaneously, looking at the High King who tried to hide his smile.

“Starting tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Goodnight (Y/N), Edmund.”

Peter rushed out the door, leaving (Y/N) and Edmund alone, furious. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb. “I don’t have time for this…”

The visitor scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so-”

“What?” He interrupted, stepping inside the room with raised eyebrows. “I’m so what?”

“It’s only been a day and you already hate my guts.“ (Y/N) stated angrily. “It’s not like I burnt your training area to the ground.”

“You really think I care that much about my training area?” He asked.

“It sure seems like it,” She retorted.

King Edmund smiled, not a happy or genuine smile; one that seemed sarcastic and lacked emotion.

He took one step towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. His features were lit by the moon once more.

“Never mind me. You’re from Doorn, you might have trouble understanding the concept of territory. I forgive you for using my workspace.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl growled defensively.

The king looked directly into her eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“You’re crossing the line-”

“Line?” He inquired. “For a Doorn noble? The irony really is remarkable.”

Fuming, the girl reached for her sword on her dressing table and unsheathed it to direct it underneath the king’s chin. Although, he had a dagger already pointed threateningly against her waist.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burn with fury and the heartbeat in her ears drowned all the sound. She was a couple of inches away from King Edmund’s face and she could see the wrath in his dark eyes.

He whispered so low, he gave the swords woman chills. “I would say you look better in your fighting gear, but wouldn’t that be offensive?”

Confusion struck (Y/N)’s face and thoughts. “What?”

His eyes flickered to the skirts of her dark blue gown and back to her eyes, his gaze unwavering. He leaned back and removed the dagger from (Y/N)’s side, leaving her in a position of leverage.

She removed the sword from his throat few moments later and sheathed it. The king walked towards the door with his hands folded behind his back with utmost humbleness; like the previous situation never occurred.

“Goodnight, Knight (Y/N).” He farewelled, leaving (Y/N) in surprise when he addressed her by her appropriate title. “We’ll be training hard tomorrow. And by we, I mean you.”

Marauder oneshot

For @somanyfandomssofewsocialskills who requested this (I hope you like it, let me know in the comments).
Summary: A one shot when the reader starts hanging g out with the Marauders all the time and becomes one of their best friends and the whole school is speculating and spreading rumours that she’s dating Sirius, but in order to set the record straight​ she kisses James square on the lips at the end of a Quidditch match and asks him out infront of everyone.

Y/Ns POV
Flashback-1 year ago
I was on my way to the Gryffindor common room; when I stumbled across four boys, I recognised them; they were the four boys that were always pulling pranks on students…and teachers. They were Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin.
“Peter, you had one job to do…how could you mess it up,” Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Ugh.. guys,” Remus said, pointing at me,causing the rest of the group to turn around and look at me.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Sirius asked.
“Well, I was on my way to the common room, but then I saw you guys, seem like you guys could use a hand with whatever prank you’re pulling.” I chuckled.
“How did you know we were pulling a prank?” James asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You’ve got a reputation around here,Mr Potter, you all do,” I said rolling g my eyes, seeing admit smile appear on James’s face.
“So I take it you guys need some help,” I stated pointing to the mess that was on the floor.
“Depends,reckon you can handle it Y/L/N?” James asked as he walked closer to me.
“Just you watch, Potter” I said cockily.
End of flashback

And from that moment on, I’ve been hanging out with them; we all quickly became best friends. But I had a secret that no one (except Sirius knew because I just told him, because he was the only one that untrusted because he’d become like a brother to me),and that secret was that I have a huge crush on James.
“Y/N/N” he began, sitting next to me, “are you gonna tell him?” He asked. I quickly shook my head, as I did I heard Sirius sigh.
“Y/N, you’ve gotta tell him,” Sirius quietly said.
“I can’t just tell him,Sirius, he’s one of my best friends,if I told him and he rejected me it’d be so awkward…I’d lose him as a friend,” I argued as I stood up from my seat beginning to pace back and forth in the room. I noticed that Sirius had also stood up and he stood in front of me.
“Y/N/N calm down.” He said, looking into my eyes, he could see the worry and fear in them.
“Come ‘ere,” Sirius calmly said, pulling me into a hug. I looked behind me to see that a group of girls had entered the common room, all of them glaring at me, I mentally sighed in frustration but decided to ignore them.

Time skip- two weeks later
“Where’s your boyfriend, Y/N?” One of my fellow Quidditch players asked.
“Sirius isn’t my boyfriend,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“Sure he isnt,” James chuckled.
“Honestly, James he’s not,” I said in a serious tone, noticing how serious I was he just nodded and muttered an apology to me.
The group of girls that had seen me hugging Sirius decided that they were going to start a rumour about Sirius and I dating, which created a white awkward atmosphere for the two of us because whenever we’d be together people would either ask us if we were together or they’d just mock us.
But this was not the time to be thinking about any of that, because today was the day of the Quidditch finals. This was the last time before we left Hogwarts that we could play Quidditch. I was a Chaser, James was the Seeker. My job was to build up points until James caught the snitch.
(Skipping the playing of Quidditch)
James had caught the snitch. I couldn’t believe it. We’d won the Quidditch game! As I lowered my broom to the floor I looked over at James who had a huge smile plastered across his face. After the rest of the team had congratulated him, I felt this surge of bravery run through me and I walked over to James and kissed him…and to my complete surprise he kissed me back, dropping his broomstick so that he could put his arms around my waist. I couldn’t believe what was happening; as we both pulled away from the kiss there was a huge applause from the crowd and I couldn’t help but blush as I heard James chuckle.
“Well, I definitely believe that you’re not with Sirius now” he chuckled as he tucked a strand of lose hair behind my ear.
“So-uh-James…do you wanna-um, maybe” I stuttered,mentally slapping myself. Causing James to laugh.
“Y/N/N, are you trying to ask me to be your boyfriend?” He asked.
“Yes James…that’s what I’m asking,” I answered and before I knew it he had placed his lips back on mine, causing a huge cheer and applause to be heard from the crowd and the Quidditch players.
“Does that answer your question, Y/N/N?” He chuckled, a huge smile appeared on my face as he pulled me into a tight hug.