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‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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“You’re kind of an asshole” - Superboy x Reader

I just finished season 2 of Young Justice (I know, I’m super late to the party)…And I kinda totally love Conner. So. Here we go. 

Summary : Reader is Batman and Catwoman’s daughter, and has a thing for Superboy…Maybe part one of a series ? Don’t know yet. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You were SO DONE with Superboy and Miss Martian lovey dovey behavior. So damn done. They were always smiling stupidly or looking lovingly at each others and all of that bullshit. Besides, you totally had a crush on Conner since the day you met him, and seeing them together made your heart ache a bit. 

Except that you were wrong. Because his eyes shone with love not for Megan, but for you…But you didn’t notice. You thought he was looking at her when he never was, as you were always there, in the background. You never even noticed that he kept his eyes open while kissing her to stare at you. Your oldest brother, Dick, noticed, and was fomenting a plan to clear things up for the both of you, hopefully not hurting M’gann in the process. 

M’gann was feeding him a cookie when you finally had enough, rolling your eyes to the sky, you left the room under his gaze, unaware of his attention. 

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Dean - Simplicity

Originally posted by jinkiguk

“What?” You raised one of your eyebrows at him. He had been giving you that weird look for the whole evening now. “If you want to criticize my cooking skills, just go ahead,” you laughed, knowing too well that you sucked at cooking.
But you wanted to surprise him with a nice dinner, since he probably hasn’t had a proper meal, ever since he started to work on his new album. He was usually the one planning surprises for you, so this time you wanted to be the one to spoil him. You even asked his mom for the receipt of his favorite dish that wasn’t too hard to make. But he arrived at your apartment way too early, you barely even began cooking.

“No, you’re doing great,” he shook his head as a grin appeared on his lips. “If it was up to me, I’d put in the meat first, but whatever works for you,” he added making you roll your eyes. You knew he was only teasing you. The cheeky smile on his face didn’t match the seriousness in his voice. But Dean was actually a great cook. He could just throw all the leftovers in your fridge into the pan and it would taste great.

“You’re making me nervous, stop staring at me,” you mumbled under your breath as you added the other ingredients into the pot. But he didn’t stop. His eyes followed every of your movements and he just sat there, staring at you silently.

“It’s getting creepy Hyuk!” You whined and tired to chase him out of the kitchen, but he only laughed at you.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out gaining a confused look from you.



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“You’re going to be a dad”

A few months had gone by since you’d been disappointed to find out you weren’t pregnant when you and Harry had been so sure that you were. Fortunately, you both had been busy with work and other things since then, so you’d stopped focusing on and worrying so much about trying to get pregnant and just enjoyed the time you got to be intimate with Harry. 

It was now Monday evening and you’d just gotten home from work. Harry was at the studio and had told you he wouldn’t be home until late tonight. You were currently stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and scrolling through the calendar on your phone, looking to see if you had any important reminders for this week. You hadn’t realized it was already so late in the month and as you scrolled through, you suddenly stopped. 

Wait a second, you thought. Looking up from your phone, you ran numbers and dates through your head as you looked off into space. After a minute, you gasped, remembering that the last time you had gotten your period was the day  of your friend’s bachelorette party. You remembered because you had been planning on wearing this really sexy, tight dress you bought just for the occasion and you were so annoyed when mother nature decided to make that difficult. And that party had been… almost a month and a half ago. You couldn’t believe you’d never stopped and wondered where your period was or realized that it was late, but you had just been so busy and focused on other things. 

A smile formed on your face as you considered the thought that maybe this time it was actually happening, that you had actually gotten pregnant. But the smile quickly vanished when you remembered how excited you had been before only to be very disappointed. And it could just be stress that was making your period so late, or… any number of things, you told yourself. Trying not to get your hopes up, you rushed to the bathroom where you had stored a couple pregnancy tests in the cabinet from awhile back. Fingers slightly shaking and lips pressed together in anticipation, you pulled the test out of the wrapper and felt grateful that you’d just drunk a bottle of water not long before. 

Waiting for the test results, you sat on the bathroom floor so that you wouldn’t be staring at the stick the whole time. Your hands curled up into fists and eyes shut, you couldn’t help the images that were now swirling around in your head. Mini Harrys prancing around with their dad, curly hair and blue-green eyes and huge smiles on their tiny faces. You breathed out loudly as you stood up, taking one more deep breath before looking down at the pregnancy test that was sitting on the sink. 

Pregnant.

You couldn’t help the squeal that you let out upon seeing that word glaring up at you, and you didn’t care. You immediately lifted up your shirt to look down at your belly that didn’t look noticeably bigger than usual, but when you put your hands on it to caress it, you noticed that it felt slightly more firm than normal. You didn’t realize that you were crying until a tear fell onto your hand that was pressed to your stomach. This was something you’d been looking forward to for so long, and you couldn’t wait to tell Harry.

Harry.

He would be back in a couple hours now, and you had to figure out how to tell him. You’d always imagined giving your husband something that said “World’s Greatest Dad” to reveal that you were expecting, but you didn’t have the time to order something and you couldn’t wait to tell him. So you decided you had to be creative. 

Searching through Harry’s side of the closet, you quickly found what you were looking for: a plain white t-shirt. You felt a little bad marking it up, but he also had only about ten others that were exactly the same, so you didn’t feel that bad. Shirt in hand, you walked to the kitchen and found a Sharpie in one of the drawers. 

“Alright, try to make this look legible,” you murmured to yourself as you began writing in big letters on the front of the shirt. It was more difficult than you’d anticipated, especially because your hands were still slightly shaking out of excitement, but you were sufficiently satisfied with the result. 

Next, you scrounged around the house for a box to put it in. You knew it wasn’t necessary but you liked the idea of it being a present, it just made it more exciting. After awhile, you finally found a pretty blue box that had contained a gift your mom gave you for your last birthday. Folding up the shirt and placing it delicately inside, you put the lid back on and brought the box back to the kitchen, where you put it on the table. You checked your phone and saw that a couple hours had passed since you’d been looking through your calendar. You smiled, knowing that Harry would be home anytime now. 

But you also felt too wound-up and anxious to just sit down and wait. So you decided to bake. You were really in the mood for chocolate chip cookies, so you started whipping them up and were so distracted with them that you didn’t realize it was now almost 10 o’clock, and you thought Harry would be home by now. You sighed as you took the tray out of the oven, but your mood was immediately lifted when you inhaled the smell of freshly baked cookies and set them on top of the stove. They looked so good you could barely stand waiting for them to cool off. Fortunately, you heard Harry walk through the front door at that point and you couldn’t help but run towards him.

“Harry!” You greeted him with a huge smile and a hug before he could even get his jacket off. 

“Hi there, love,” Harry laughed, surprised by this greeting and even more surprised that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet like you usually did when waiting for him to come home at night. “What’s this about?” He smiled, noticing the smell of freshly baked cookies and realizing how excited you were; it almost looked like you were glowing. 

“I just missed you and I really love you,” you told him sweetly. “Oh, my cookies! Let’s go try my cookies, I just made them,” you added as you dashed back into the kitchen, and Harry tried to keep up with you. 

He smirked when he walked into the kitchen, a look of confusion evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” he told you sweetly with a smile as you munched on your cookies. He’d had such a long day and wasn’t in the best mood before he walked in the door, but he now felt so content. That was one of the things he loved most about you, how you could always bring up his mood just by being yourself. 

After scarfing down a few cookies, you finally took a deep breath and looked up at Harry, biting your lip. 

“Okay, whew,” you breathed out again, and Harry noticed your hands slightly shaking. 

“Babe, what is going on? Please just tell me what’s up, you’re acting so weird.” Something about his soft tone of voice and the way that he was looking at you so sweetly made you start to tear up, and you couldn’t stop the tears as they now fell down your face. You sniffled as you walked over to pick up the box that was on the table, turning toward Harry. 

“What’s going on, my love?” Harry asked again, his concern growing. You smiled up at him, tears still streaming down your face as you handed him the box.

“Just open it, please,” you whispered. Harry took the box, looking as confused as ever, as you stepped away to let him open it. 

You crossed your arms and sniffled again as you waited nervously. 

Slowly lifting off the lid and then picking up the shirt that was folded up in the box, Harry unfolded it and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the barely legible words you’d written in Sharpie on the shirt. 

“What is this… World’s Greatest-” Harry cut himself off as he realized what this meant. Turning to you to find that the tears were now falling uncontrollably from your eyes, he found that tears were now suddenly falling from his own. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered, almost inaudibly as he started slowly walking to you.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you whispered back as he engulfed you in one of his giant and tight embraces. 

“Oh my God, we’re having a baby. Oh my God,” Harry murmured over and over before kissing the top of your head and then pulling away to sweetly and passionately kiss your lips. 

You started laughing, so happy and full of love for your husband and the growing life inside of you, and Harry started laughing too as he pulled away. 

“Fuck, I love you so much baby,” he told you before crouching down, lifting up your shirt as you had done earlier, and peppering your belly with kisses. “And I love you so much too, baby,” he crooned, placing his hands on your stomach. You smiled, stroking his hair, feeling light and happy and loved.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re going to be the most amazing dad,” you told your husband, who now looked back up at you, his eyes glistening. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered to himself, and now he was almost full-on bawling.

“Come here,” you laughed, bringing him back up to your level. This time, you were the one to pull him in for a hug. And you both felt so loved in that moment, and felt so much love for each other and the little person who neither of you could wait to meet. 

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

Thanks to everyone who waited and sent me nice encouraging messages! :) I felt bad for making you all wait so I made sure this chapter was extra long! 6505 words for you! I hope you enjoy :) 

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The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”

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I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

Normal POV

Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.

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After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.

 

Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.

“Mother.”


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Originally posted by jeonsshi

• pairing: kim namjoon x reader (his point of view)
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, pet names, degrading names used in sex, mentions of supposed cheating
• words: 5,946
→ summary: you call Namjoon late one night to tell him you want him back. Is it true, or are you just looking for some sweet relief, fuelled by your jealously and irrational behaviour?
• note. song here

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Not All Wounds Heal (Part 6/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 5

“You can’t heal everything, (Y/N),” Steve eventually spoke again, “not all wounds heal.  I’m sure that Tony would agree if he knew you were offering this.”

“Dammit, Steve, why can’t you just say what you want to say? What’s holding you back?  Tell Sam to mind his own business and grow a pair, already.”

“Wow, I’ve forgotten how blunt you can be.  But, okay, fine,” he finally relented quietly, “will you help Buck, (Y/N)?  It would mean…it would mean everything to me if you would try.”

“Yes, Steve, I’ll try. Thank you for deciding that you can trust me.”

“Okay…great,” he sighed, and the relief in his voice didn’t escape you at all; you had been right and he wanted to ask, but now that the words were out and you had agreed, he had no idea why he thought it would be so difficult.  “I’ll make arrangements to bring you here-“

But I have one condition.”

“Okay?”

“When I’m done, and when I’ve healed his mind, you all come home.”

“(Y/N), it’s not that simple-“

“But it can be,” you argued.  “You’re all just making it too difficult.  You’re all letting your pride and hurt feelings get in the way.  It’s time to grow up and fix this.  Agree, Steve, or I stay here, and your best friend gets frostbite.”

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These have been drafted for way too long for me to not have them done. Buuuut I kinda wanted to get a couple long/difficult prompts out of the way first. Here you go! It’s my first time writing Reinhardt and Roadhog oh god oh man oh god

Cw: Blood

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24| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4343

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Jiwoo and you turned the lights out and went into the corridor, going to the left as Dawon had told you. The passages were narrow down there, and you had to carefully manoeuvre the stiff tulle through it. Soon you began seeing numbers on the doors. Voices of students chattering excitedly behind them. A group of second year boys hurried past. “I can’t believe you forgot your boots again!” One of them said. They took no notice of you, pressed against the wall with a bright blue tutu between the two of you as you kept going.

“We need to find our dressing room.” You said.

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 7)

A/N: I woke up this morning and had this mostly written in less than an hour. Things gettin’ good!

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Uh, none, just some intense angelic stuff

Word Count: 1.5k

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When the man made eye contact with you, in the blink of an eye he was standing directly in front of you. You knew this man was an angel; and you knew that he was here to kill you.

He drew his blade back as he gripped onto your shirt. You heard Sam and Dean yell for Castiel as they tried to step forward to help you, but the angel had thrown them across the room with his grace.

You tried to pull back, but before you could, you felt the blade penetrate your abdomen.

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You cried out, seeing Sam and Dean against the wall on the other side of the room. They hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t expected this. The angel was gone in an instant, he’d left immediately after stabbing you. You looked down where your wound was, blood and what you now knew as grace coming out.

Sam and Dean came up by your side as you began to black out. Dean caught you before you fell to the floor and Sam was busy calling Cas.

“Can you try and fix yourself?” Dean asked, completely panicked as your body went limp from the loss of blood and probably the loss of your grace.

“D-don’t k-n-” you tried to speak but everything was so hazy. You were dizzy and nauseous, and you just wanted to give up.

You closed your eyes, ready for the darkness to take you away. You were ready for death.

“Get her to a bed.” you heard a familiar voice say, before you felt the rush of cool air against your skin as you were being carried to a room. You felt Dean lie you down on a bed, and that was it before you let go.

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Chasing Cars

i.e. Jimin and his girlfriend have some über angsty moments in Hawaii

Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 8472 (haha at least it’s not as long as Tae’s) whoops, did I just make a double entendre???

Genre: Angst, angst, some more angst, haha whoops my hand slipped (more angst), and of course, to top it all off, a dash of fluff! (’cause who would I be if I didn’t put in some fluff???)

A/N: Ohhh boiiii. Someone stop me, my hands just can’t seem to stop typing? So, to those of you who were wondering about poor Park Chim Chim’s girlfriend in Walking on air (which you can read here), here we are! The third installment to my BTS Drabble series! (You don’t have to read the others to know what’s going on.) Buckle up ‘cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

Song: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol (love this song)


There as no easy way to take the new information that the pregnancy test was providing right in the palms of your hands. You had begun to suspect that you might be pregnant a few days ago when your period still hadn’t come after about a week after you usually started. No blood. No cramps. Nothing. So after waiting a while with nothing to even remotely console you, you decided you’d check to confirm, only to find that your results were very positive.

Tragically, this wouldn’t be the first time you’d conceived in your time with Jimin, but the last time you had miscarried within the first month.

You’d never told Jimin. You weren’t sure you ever would.

You didn’t want anything to even remotely affect Jimin’s career. He was in the prime of his life, at the mature age of 26, going on 27. BTS were still going strong despite all of the new, and old competition in the industry, and you just didn’t want to trouble Jimin further. He had so much on his plate to deal with already.

Soft knocks came from the bathroom door, and you were brought out of your reverie by Jimin’s inquiring voice. . “Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been in there for a while…”

“Umm… yeah. I’ll be out in a second.”

You heard Jimin shuffle away from the door, and away from your unsettled breaths as you looked once more at the positive results on the pregnancy strip before tearing off several sheets of toilet paper and wrapping the evidence up tightly. You decided you would discard of it later somewhere Jimin would never find it, and flushed the toilet.  

Stuffing the test in the waistband of your jeans, you walked back out to your bedroom where you found Jimin packing for the trip to Hawaii. He turned to you at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and smiled.

“Jagi~” He cooed as he walked over and pulled you in for a long hug. “Is everything alright? You look exhausted. Are you sure you’re up for this trip?”

He pulled away to look at you. “Pssh. Of course! I’m not going to miss out on a chance to go to Hawaii! Who do you think I am?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re Y/F/N, the most wonderful girlfriend in the entire world. How could I possibly forget?” Jimin pecked your lips with his impossibly plush, soft ones, and though it was only for a moment, you melted into his warm touch.

“How did I get so lucky, huh?” He pressed his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes. “We should finish packing up. The van will be here in less than two hours.”

You scoffed at him. “We? You’re the one who put off packing until the last minute! Don’t bring me into this, it’s not my responsibility.” You poked Jimin in the side, and he yelped in surprise.

“Yah! What’d you do that for?”

You turned away, heading out of the bedroom to throw away your pregnancy test before yelling back. “For being lazy!”

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From Con to Con (Part Fifteen)

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Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Another chapter so soon? Yay! :) P.S. Everyone should go see Wonder Woman. It’s amazing. 

Word Count: 7,949

Warnings: fluff, kissing, language, discussion of sex


Your alarm sounded from your phone, waking you instantly but you wanted to hold onto the dream you were in the middle of. You blindly turned off the alarm, letting your mind wander in the dream of Rob kissing you. Reality started to kick in and you opened your eyes remembering that the dream hadn’t been just a dream but a replay of what had happened the night before. You really had gone on a date with Rob and he did kiss you. A small laugh escaped from you, emotions of giddiness and delight wrapped around you as you started to think about what this weekend would be like. After reliving the date in your head for a moment, you pulled yourself out of bed to start to get ready for the day. 

I can’t believe that I went on a date with Rob! 

The date was everything you had wanted it to be. You had been nervous at the beginning; it was a new stage of your relationship with Rob, the man who had always been by your side since you met him. After the nerves melted away, the rest of the date went smoothly in your eyes. It was probably due to that first kiss, and what a damn good kisser Rob was. And now that he was officially your boyfriend, well that just made the date even more special. 

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BunnyRibbit: Facetime

[You got it, my dude. Though…it turned out a little long for a flash piece.]

           I’m here now, okay? Don’t leave yet! Hana was hastily texting as she got into her apartment, throwing her keys aside. Her computer was already on—naturally—so it just took a quick shake of her mouse to wake it up. Drills had gone on way longer than they should’ve, which meant that rather than having plenty of time to get home and clean up a little, she was already late for her planned Skype call with Lúcio. Their time zones were exactly twelve hours apart, so mid- afternoon for her was three in the morning for him. Still, he had answered her last few texts saying he would wait, so she figured this was better than nothing.

           Are you still up? she typed quickly as she got her webcam working.

           I’m here, don’t worry, Lúcio responded. He video called her, and she answered with a wide smile. Of course she knew he wouldn’t care that she was still in work mode, but she couldn’t help feeling bad regardless. When he saw her, he smiled back, and her stomach filled with warmth. “They’re really working you out there, huh?”

           “No kidding,” she said. “It wasn’t even a MEKA day. I’m exhausted—but I’m glad to see you! I’m sorry for making you stay up so late.”

           “It’s cool. I’ve had concerts keep me up later,” he assured her. When her eyes fell on his shirt, her smile widened.

           “Nice PJs, nerd,” she mumbled, though she was honestly pleased to see him sporting her B.Ny logo. It was one of her favorite designs, too! Had she told him that? Or did they just have similar tastes? 

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anonymous asked:

I think the met as teens verse is my favorite thing you've written so far! (And I love all your stuff so that's saying something) can you maybe write how murderous mask would have gone down in that verse?

(You guys are lovely, you know that?)

What’s hilarious is that the first Murderous Mask prompt actually predates the Mag betrayal prompt. When I got that one, I just stared at it in puzzlement for a while– because if Juno’s on Brahma, then literally the entirety of Murderous Mask can’t actually happen– Cecil would be dead and the Mask would still be buried in the desert, and besides, there’s no way Peter would have failed to retrieve the Mask if Juno was there helping him out.

Then I got the request for Mag’s betrayal. And then I got some help from my friend Kya about how to make that all work without breaking character (fun fact: the version I sent you guys is the second one I wrote; the first one just didn’t feel right.) 

And just like that, the pieces are in the right position to make MM work again. Sometimes it just requires a little suffering along the way.


Like any of my episode-based fics, I’m gonna jump around to the scenes that are actually different. There’s no need to make you read through the entire episode. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (The Talk) | Part 4Part 5

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✿blow my mind✿

↳ Simon x Reader

Requested: Request: Simon smut where you’re dating and you been away from him for ages and he picks you up and takes you back to the sidemen house where the rest of the lads are, and he takes you upstairs and shiz goes down, and he kinda acts like a bit of a fuckboy throughout the whole thing lmao. Obsessed with your page btw😍

Warnings | smut !

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King’s lover: Chapter 2/4 - King’s Fiancé

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Fandom: Throne of Glass

Pairing: Chaol Westfall/Dorian Havilliard (Chaorian)

Word count:  6906 (general) | 2698 (chapter)

Summary:  It is time to announce publicly that the king of Adarlan is engaged, and friends are needed in times like these.

Notes: Okay I KNOW I promised smut, BUT the scene is just not coming into my mind and anything I write seems wrong! Also the chapter was getting way too long, so I decided to put the count up to four chapters so everything is absolutely perfect. Enjoy!!!

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Chaol had ridden all night. He had killed more people than he could count. A week ago, he had come off a ship expecting to find Dorian protecting Rifthold from the evil in Erilea. Instead, he found messages explaining exactly what was happening. Explaining that Dorian would have to give his life to save the world. He didn’t stay for more than two hours in the castle, and took a small party of soldiers with him to cross Adarlan to where the battle was supposed to happen. He didn’t care what he would have to do, he would save his king, his best friend. He had to. He stopped only when they needed to eat, and took turns sleeping with Nesryn and the other men so they didn’t need to stop for too long in the same spot. Two days later, they went into battle against one of Erawan’s band of creatures, and Nesryn had died.

He felt guilty. Not for her death, or even for her being in battler when she shouldn’t. But because he was sad only for a second. He was devastated, he shed a few tears, he thought he wouldn’t ever get married, and then he remembered that Dorian would die, and he forgot why he was crying. He felt guilty he didn’t mourn, and that he wasn’t sad for her, because he was too focused on saving Dorian. Even if it meant the world went to hell, Dorian coulnd’t give his live. Not when he had Chaol to give his.

So he rode, and he killed and barely slept. And when they got close enough h had left the men behind and ridden all night to find Dorian.

Just as the sun as rising, he arrived at the battlefield, now a sea of bodies and blood, the smell of rotten meat filling the air. But he found no battle. He found men cheering, and fire burning atop the mountain. Aelin.

He made his way through blood-drenched soldiers, all celebrating the end of the goriest war in the story of this world, running and fighting the screaming thoughts in his head: if the war was over and won, then Dorian was dead. But he couldn’t be. And he prayed silently to all the gods he could remember for his friend to be alive.

He reached the top and found her with the fae prince, her arms wide as she used her fire to make that signal that the war was finally over.

“Aelin!” He used all he had inside to shout at her, in hope she would hear him over those flames. Her head whipped in his direction, and she looked surprised -and relieved- to see him there. She walked out of her embers, and smiled. A smile that quickly died as she realised that the look on his face was of utter terror, because in his thunderous heart, and terrified mind, all he could listen to was that small voice saying “he’s dead, you’ll never see him again”.

“Where is he?” He chocked on the question, and realization dawned on her face. She opened her mouth to answer, but didn’t have the time.

“Chaol?”

It was a voice coming from behind him. His voice. He gasped as he turned around and saw Dorian, king of Adarlan and his best friend. He found it difficult to move or even breathe. But Dorian did, and ran toward him. They hugged, and Chaol tried to remember the last time they had done so and came up empty. His heart tightened with pain and regret, and he decided he would definitely hug Dorian more.

“Hey, you’re gonna crush me,” Dorian said, coming out of Chaol’s arms. His first instinct was to protest, not let him get an inch too far from him, but he stayed put.

“I thought you were dead,” he said, nothing more than a whisper, the fear of losing Dorian still crushing his very soul.

“We… Found a way around it,” and the way he was saying it made it sound like the easiest thing in the world, and Chaol was about to complain and demand an explanation, but Dorian’s mouth opened again. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” and the answer barely came out before he was crying and hugging his friend once more.

Chaol gasped and sat up in bed, his heart pounding inside his chest. He panted and looked around, seeing where he was. Home, with Dorian beside him on the bed, waking up with a confused expression on his face. His breathing slowed down just at that.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was hoarse from sleep. He frowned at Chaol.

“I dreamed about the day I found you, when the war ended.”

“Oh.”

Dorian sat up close beside him and planted a kiss on his shoulder. He pulled Dorian in with his arm until his lover - fiancé, now - was against him, his body warm and reassuring.

“It felt like then. Like… Like I felt when I thought you were dead.”

“Are you scared like that again?” Dorian put his arms around his waist, and the kiss was now on his cheek. Chaol shook his head.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, and Dorian’s expression showed he knew what Chaol meant. There could be no bigger fear than the one of losing him. “But I’m still pretty scared.”

Dorian nodded.

“Me too. But we’re together, no matter what happens.”

“No matter what happens,” Chaol repeated, a sigh escaping his lips a moment after.

“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dorian said, pulling him down and making them lie down in the same position as before, his head nestled in Chaol’s shoulder.

He fell asleep again smelling Dorian’s hair.

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The Only Exception - Part 7

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Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: a little longer but it was worth writing it (I hope it is worth reading it for you!)

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @vivianbabz @petals-overdaisies @damnbuckyishot @brazien @siobhanrebecca @shamvictoria11 @independentgirl @elwenia @flaipa

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The Easy Way (Part 3) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Epilogue

summary: negan does some crazy shit (surprise, surprise)

a/n: god damn this all started as (what i thought was) a crappy little thing i wrote in my room, but i’ve gotten so many requests to continue this…it’s actually insane

like, reblog, reply, ask, or message me to place a request or to make a part 4 for this :-)


If Negan knew how to do anything flawlessly, it was push your buttons. It felt as if he was crawling under your skin and picking at you from the inside out. Your arms began to itch at the memory of him putting his hands on you. You continued walking outside, holding Judith in your arms.

“My, oh, my,” you heard from behind you, “It seems I forgot to bring in my fine lady.” He stopped on the patio to pick up Lucille. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I just keep leaving my girl around.” He waved Lucille in both your face and Carl’s taunting you with the weapon that killed your brother and your friend.

You tried your hardest not to display any sign of weakness, but it was really difficult. You never should have lost your temper; That only made him realize how successful he had been in degrading you and all of Alexandria—especially those in the line-up.

“What are you going to do if Rick doesn’t come back today?” you asked. Would he stay here? In Carl’s house? Would he give up and go back to the Sanctuary? You doubted he would choose the third option.

“If that’s the case, I’m hoping I could spend some time with you,” Negan said, his voice lowering.

You glared at him, your face stern and cold.

Negan sighed. “How old do you think you are?” he asked, smirking at you.

“Why do you give a damn?” you half-yelled. Your breathing was speeding up as you began to figure out where this conversation was going. Carl’s hands curled into fists and his jaw locked as he ground his teeth into each other. He had been following your trail of thought.

“Well, Miss (Y/N), I was hoping you’d like to come back with me and marry me. It sure is fun. Ask Carl, here! He’s seen first-hand how delightful it is,” Negan said. His words seemed scripted, as if he had already said them time and time again.

“You’re disgusting,” you grumbled, demanding his attention. He was unfazed by what you had said; He’d heard worse. “I don’t believe in Hell, but boy, you make me wish I did. You’ll pay for all you’ve done to us and everyone else someday. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday.” Your jawline intensified as you clenched every muscle in you.

“I can’t wait to see you in Hell,” Negan whispered, his signature cocky grin on his face. “You’ll be mine for eternity.” He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, just as Carl always did to you. If you hadn’t been holding Judith, you probably would have taken a swing at him by now.

“I’ll go,” Carl stammered, making Negan whip his head around quickly. “I’ll go back with you. Please, just leave her. Leave them.”

Negan began to slowly and sarcastically applaud Carl. “You know, kid, you seem like a total badass. I mean that, I really do, but there are a few things we need to work on.” He took a step away from you and towards Carl. “Never let anyone know your weakness. Same goes for you, little badass.” He quickly swung Lucille over his head so the end of the bat was pointed at you. “Wow, she didn’t even flinch. What a tough cookie.”

None of you said a word.

“Ah!” Negan said, breaking the silence. “I got an idea! I think you three are really gonna love it.” The smile dropped from his face. “Get in the truck.”

“Even with Ju-”

“Go!” Negan didn’t care for any of Carl’s concerns. What scared you most about him was his inability to keep the same persona for more than a minute. At times he would grin and have actual conversations; Others he would be brutally violent. There really was no in-between or way to know what was coming until it hit you. You walked over to Carl, following him to Negan’s truck.

“It’s time for a little trip. You’re gonna love it at the Sanctuary.”

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Phillip x Reader We Are Going To Be Parents

Requested by anon: for a Phillip x reader in which reader is pregnant and Burrs daughter

we have some angsty stuff happening here.

A/N: I’m starting a new semester with new classes. I need to show one of my sweet freshman mentees around school tomorrow so she will know where her new classes are. The only problem with that is us meeting up before school and we are having trouble understanding where the courtyard is. It is literally right there you walk through it a dozen times, the place where the flagpole is, the space between the separate buildings of the school, the big outside stairs, it is all going swoosh over her head but hopefully, we will work it out in the morning 

Fact:  Aaron Burr was incredibly supportive of his daughter’s education getting her the best of teachers and tutors and all sorts of stuff, horseback riding, different languages, math, literature, biblical studies the whole nine yards. 

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