moving forward with open eyes

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

I’m Staying - Unknown’s story

…This is one of my first requests.  And I’ve finally gotten around to writing it.  Because no more school!  And I’m finally catching my breath with my job.

Summary: In my Ideal World, after the Secret Endings, and after they are an established couple, Unknown discovers something about MC that she’s been trying to hide. (2nd person narrative)

Rating:  M for mature, because it’s not explicit, but it is there.

Length:  Almost 1600 words


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Sugar We’re Going Down

Originally posted by enalgunlugar

Summary: Modern College AU: Reader has been dating Ben for months now and comes over for their usual date night. While waiting for Ben to return from the store, reader chats with Kylo, her long time best friend, only to have the evening take an unexpected turn.

A/N: This is based off of the drabble I posted the other day with the Solo triplets haha, I figured it would be easier to do a fic than try to format another drabble. This way it’s all in one place. Also this totally broke my heart but I loved writing it sooo yeah, enjoy, let me know what you guys think! Also all credit for the TripletAU goes to @kyren

Warnings: Fighting, language


Friday night, one of your favorite times of the week. It was a relief from the weekdays prior and only the intro to your weekend. Especially being a student, you couldn’t help but be ecstatic everytime Friday rolled around and relieved you of your classes. Friday also meant you got to see your boyfriend, Ben Solo. It was the day of the week you both agreed to have declared an official date night. Though Ben almost always made it an evening spent inside his bedroom, he at least made an effort to spoil you.

With a smile you knocked on the white wood door, dropping your arm to your side after a moment. Happily humming to yourself, you teetered on the balls of your feet, bringing your hands in front of you. Your eyes started scanning the halls, observing the surrounding apartments. 

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Kylo. His dark hair was pulled into some kind of man bun variation, a black hoodie unzipped to show his black tank top, a new subtle septum adorning his nose. You gave him a smile as his brows raised.

“Hey stranger.”

He stuttered, his hand awkwardly trying to grip onto the door.

“H-hey. Long time no see.”

“Is Ben here?”

Clearing his throat Kylo shook his head, his expression seeming to fall for a moment. 

“No, he’s out getting something at the store.”

You nodded, “Oh ok… Can I come in?”

Kylo hesitated, gulping. He shrugged, moving to the side as he gestured for you to enter.

“Y-yeah sure.”

You smiled, patting him on the shoulder as you sauntered into the living room, plopping onto the familiar grey sectional couch.

“You wouldn’t have kicked out your best friend would you?”

The words hit him in an odd way, a way he wasn’t expecting to feel. Seeing you alone brought up feelings he was trying to ignore, hearing you continue to speak however was only making it worse. He couldn’t deny that things changed in your friendship ever since you had started dating Ben, things he couldn’t help but feel mournful over. 

You hadn’t sat and talked for months, hadn’t gone to concerts that you used to go to, no longer visited shops you frequented together, no longer played video games you used to love. It was as if you had faded almost entirely from Kylo’s life. With the way Ben kept you exclusively to himself, not even bringing you around his brothers much unless you were up against a wall they were behind, Kylo was sure he had lost his best friend.

“No…I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You smiled at him warmly, patting the spot next to you.

“Of course you wouldn’t, come sit with me.”

Hesitantly Kylo sat on the couch, a cushion away from you. Arching a brow you watched him seat himself, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. Compared to how Kylo acted around you, this was like having an entirely different person before you. He hardly looked at you, spoke even fewer words than usual, seemed hesitant to get anywhere closer to you, as if trying to avoid you. Opting to shrug it off, you sighed, reclining back as you put your feet up on the ottoman. It was likely just Kylo being his brooding self. 

“So what’s been new with you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

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Based off this post by dekuhornet

“Can I braid your hair?” Kuroo asked, flicking the bangs out of Kenma’s eyes. Kenma absentmindedly nodded and continued typing on his phone. “Put your head in my lap?” Kenma did so readily, settling comfortably whilst texting Hinata.

Kuroo hummed lightly in his throat and began to stroke Kenma’s hair. “When are you going to cut this?”

“Later.”

“I could cut it.” Kenma almost dropped his phone and stared at Kuroo who was shrugging and despite his own words, was grabbing a clump of Kenma’s hair from the root to start delicately weaving. Kenma shivered as his soft fingers briefly dug into his scalp, massaging just there, before moving away and braiding freely. Kuroo was being gentle.

“Can I trust you with scissors?” Kuroo’s fingers slowed down considerably and Kenma would have actually laughed if he wasn’t in such a compromised position.

“Of course you can trust me with scissors.” He had the audacity to look offended. Kenma snorted. “Hey!” His face appeared closer to Kenma’s and Kenma couldn’t help but shrink back a bit. “You trust me with everything else.”

“Okay.”

“Okay I can cut your hair-?” Kuroo sounded so eager.

“No.”

His exhale was heavy, disappointed and he wilted as he continued to braid. “Okay.”

Kenma put his phone down in the middle of replying to Hinata’s text (i spilled kags’ drink on his shorts i’m ded) and actually considered the situation. Kuroo is such a baby, Kenma concluded.

“Kuroo?” He said, leaning up and twisting his body as to face Kuroo.

“Yeah-?” Their lips were on one another’s, kissing the response out of Kuroo in the mean time. But they stayed connected for a fleeting second. Kenma leaned back and Kuroo tried to follow, much like a moth to a flame. 

Kenma put a hand to Kuroo’s head to make him stop moving forward, and Kuroo’s eyebrows raised as his eyes opened. “I still don’t trust you with scissors.”

“Rude, Kenma!”

“Just do my hair.”

You eat yet?

Originally posted by bilosan

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader.
Word count : 1,047
Author : Mel
Warnings : Nothing really. mentions of sex, feederism, but none written.

Part 1 of Dinner with Dean.

A/N : I tend to fall for those guys. The ones who want to fuck a fat chick but nothing more, and they look good and treat you good in the moment, so you over look it.. So when I get something meaningful, I get scared that’s all they want. I’m glad that’s not a worry anymore. - I felt a need to write it after seeing a few posts on my dash about feeder Dean. I obviously follow the right kinda people.



The first time you saw him was in a bar. Where else would you ever meet a guy like him. He was stunning. You couldn’t help but eye him as he laughed with the man across from him. And when his eyes met yours from across the room, your whole body got warm and tingly. You blushed and quickly turned away downing your beer and signalling for another. “Oh, and a shot of Jack.” You added with a sigh.

When your eyes met his again, about an hour later, he had women fawning over him. They both did, and you couldn’t blame the other women. They were probably the best looking men in the place. Your eyes flittered away again as you looked around for someone else. Someone who might actually be interested in you. These two obviously enjoyed the attention from the more conventional beauties. You weren’t ugly, by any means. But you weren’t thin in the least. You had curves, and rolls, and some guys just weren’t that into it.

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anonymous asked:

Your fics are so good! If you have time could you possibly do a desus fic, based off something like "don't tell me you love me" and/or "I think I'm in love with you, and I'm absolutely terrified"? Thankyou🌸

I love you. 

The words hung in the air dangerously. 

Daryl stared at Paul, his eyes wide, trying to remember what it meant to breathe, to find his bearings. In Daryl’s life, the way he was brought up, no one simply said that they loved him. No one admitted it to him so freely. That was not something that just happened. 

“Don’t,” Daryl shook his head. “Don’t…” he tried to back up, but behind him was the wall of Paul’s trailer. “Don’t say those words.”

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Dark Mark: Sirius Black

Originally posted by darkroomsuicide

hi! can you do a imagine with sirius, where reader stops talking to the marauders and lily (they share dorm) and one night she tries to drown herself in the bathtub bc her family made her take the dark mark during vacation and sirius saves her? thnkx


I tug on the sleeve of my sweater once again, hissing when the material brush over the sore skin decorated in the unique skull design. The material falls down to the ground and I quickly unhook my bra before sliding into the lukewarm bath, my frozen body melting and sinking down until the water level reached my chin. The bubbles shift and sway, covering my body, while filling the room with a lavender fragrance. The soothing atmosphere calmed my tormented soul until memories of this Summer began to flash against my closed eyelids like a picture show. I thrash around in the water, whimpers falling from my slightly parted lip, and it was as if I was once again brought back to the night my dark mark was forced onto my delicate paper thin skin. The ink contrasting against my pale skin, reminding me each day that I was forever burdened and tied to Voldemort.

When my eyes open up, the world seem to have gone black and white. The once warm water was now going cold and my tears mingled with the water. Taking a deep breath I begin sliding down into the water even more, I didn’t stop until my whole body was submerged and I was looking up at the ceiling. My lungs screamed for air but with my hands pressing against each side of the tub I release an angry shout, water rushing into my mouth and immediately filling my lungs. I could see everything fading from the corner of my eyes but I didn’t move, the pain would be over soon and then I would feel nothing. A small smile played on my lips as I take one last look at this world and allow my eyes to flutter shut.



“Would you like any refreshments ma’am?” A soft voice asks above me, I look up from the book I was reading and saw that the voice belonged to a sweet old lady dressed head to toe in a waitress uniform. I shake my head and smile before turning my eyes to the window, watching the scenery blur together as the train sped down the tracks.

“Come here often?” I brake my trance and once again turn to see who was disturbing my peace and saw Sirius casually leaning against the compartment door. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt with a couple buttons undone to show off his creamy dark complexion, his hair was sleeked back and the normal stumble shaved clean.

“What?” I ask, closing my book and setting it down beside me. He smirks and push his body up and swaggered over to my sitting frame. His cool fingers reached out and grip my cheeks, warmth suddenly pouring through my body and this heavy feeling on my chest.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing here?” He mumbles underneath his breath, obviously unaware that I could hear him crystal clear. I frown, realizing that I didn’t really know what I was doing here or what here really was to be exact, the one thing I know for sure is that it feels as though a piece of me is missing.

“I don’t know,” I whispered and he smiles lovingly before dipping down and capturing my mouth in a surprise attack. My eyes widen in surprise and I stare at him as his mouth moves over mine effortlessly, it takes a while but I regain my senses and push at his chest repeatedly until he was sitting on the bench across from me.

“It’s time to wake up (Y/N). It’s time for you to wake up,” I was about to ask him what exactly he means but the surrounding starts to melt and mingle together until all remained was Sirius’s dark eyes. He winks and then a gust of wind blows away the last of the scenery until I was simply floating, not exactly moving until my body was lurched forward.



My eyes open up widely and I jump into a sitting position as I cough up the remaining water in my lungs. Soft hands rest on my lower back and I lean into their body as I gasp for air repeatedly, trying to fill my system with as much oxygen as I could. The room was spinning and I could hear people moving around me and see the outlines of their body. A towel was draped over my wet form and then a dry rag was used to dry my face and then move on to dry my damp hair. Sirius whispered soothing words into my ear and I could vaguely hear Lily say that she was going to get me clothes to wear. I shift until my face was buried into his neck and held onto him as my frame shivered and beg for warmth.

“I know why you did it,” He mumbles, giving Remus a small nod after the grungy lad finished checking you for wounds and internal damage. “Why didn’t you tell us? We would have figured out a way to keep you safe.”

“It was too late, they dragged me from my bed in the middle of the night and took me to the lair of you know who. I tried to fight but I wasn’t strong enough, I wasn’t strong like you wanted me to be Sirius!” I shout, my fist beating on his chest until I drained the small energy I had.

“I know sweetheart; I promise we’ll be here for you. Every step of the way, finding ways to cover the mark and to stop the pain, just promise me you won’t do that again. I can’t afford to lose you again,” His tears dropped down onto my body and I nod my head as his arms tightened around me.

“As long as you stay.”

“I wouldn’t imagine going anywhere else.”

While we can always learn from the past, we must not be condemned by it. Time is a river, and it moves on, just as you are not the same person dipping your foot in the river now as you were before, nor is the river the same. It moves on.
—  Zen Gardener
achluophobia
  • reader x min yoongi
  • genre: fluff
  • words: 1.715
  • achluophobia — the fear of darkness 

“Y/N” Yoongi said gently. “The movie’s finished.”

Slowly, you lifted your head from Yoongi’s chest and blinked, trying to adjust to the light. Sure enough, the gory horror movie had finished, the credits now slowly rolling, accompanied with some dramatic music.

“That was good.” You said, sitting up properly as Yoongi snorted.

“You mean the first half an hour, right? You spent the rest of the movie staring at my t-shirt.”

“Well,” you huffed. “Before people started getting killed every ten seconds it was good.”

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“Peter!” You yelled, your voice echoing in the cool night. It was raining slightly, clouds covered the city like a thick blanket, sheltering you from the light of the stars and full moon. The yellow wall light castes an orange hue on the concrete floor as you exited the staircase. You were on the roof of the tall block of flats where Peter lived, staring around you for a sign of his tall body. You yelled out his name once more, receiving no answer, the only voice replying was yours as your shout bounced off of the wall behind you. You stepped out further, peeking around the corner. A large gust of wind greeted you, blowing your hair in different directions, blocking your vision. Then, you saw his silhouette illuminated by the other lamp that stood in the corner of the roof. He was clutching his mask in his right hand, fingers balled around the silver eyes that were stitched into the red material. His head was hung in shame, body appearing to be weak and frail. You were hardly surprised, after all, Aunt May was in hospital after a recent battle Spiderman-Green Goblin battle, and he was obviously blaming himself. You edged towards him, his name slipping from your lips in a softer tone this time, one filled with empathy and sadness. He didn’t move a muscle, glare still focuses on the city. You walked up next to him, looking up at him. He was stood on the small wall that sat around the perimeter of the roof, just right to the lamp. You placed one foot on the wall, right hand clutched around the lamp. You calmed your nerves, assuring yourself that if you fell, he would catch you. With one push, you were next to him. “It wasn’t your fault,” you stated. Offering him the only form of comfort you deemed effective. You watch him as his muscles tense, head slowly rising. He still doesn’t face you. “I could’ve protected her, been there for her and no one else,” he mumbles, tone slightly harsh. “And let that train full of people fall to their deaths? You know she would’ve wanted you to help those civilians over herself Peter, she wouldn’t have forgiven herself otherwise,” you tell him softly, knowing how fragile he is. “I’m the reason she is hurt. If the Goblin hadn’t have known who I was, she would-” “You’re right. He pulled her into the fight to hurt you, to get inside your mind and make your life a misery. That’s the cost of being a hero,” you tell him, pausing momentarily. “But if there was no Spiderman, no saviour, this world would be turned upside down and killed. You set the peace-” “But this cost! This cost of having my friends put in danger, my uncle murdered, the remains of my family erased. No praise I’ve received from these people can match to the loss I have to endure,” he yells into the dark knight, voice cracking slightly. There’s a silence, filled with the tapping of raindrops on the floor. “So, what now? You stop being Spiderman? We both know you can’t stop helping people,” you tell him. The wind grows stronger and colder, your jumper now soaked through. He turns his head towards you, glancing at your face. “Go inside Y/N, you’ll freeze,” he whispers, calmer this time. “Not without you, you need to eat,” you tell him, adamant that you will not budge. He faces you now, before letting out a visible sigh. His eyebrows drop, eyes flickering as he watches your face. You crack a heartfelt smile at him, watching as the corners of his mouth perk up a little. You take his hand in yours and lead him inside and back to his apartment. Once you reach his door, he stops, before banging a fist on the wooden frame. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he says, grunting a little before running away from you. “What? Peter! Where are you going?!” “Trust me,” he yells, not looking back at you. “Peter! What the-?” You pause, placing your forehead against the door in anger and annoyance. You’re currently freezing cold and he has run off again? Whilst though you are stewing in your anger, you feel yourself begin to fall forward. Thankfully, you catch yourself before you fall, placing a foot in front of you quickly. You look up at the figure in front of you, seeing Peter with a large grin standing before you. He is refraining from laughing. “How-” “I left the balcony door open, I don’t carry keys,” he says, signalling to his suit. He half chuckles, before pulling you inside. Peter disappears into his room before returning with a t-shirt. He throws it at you, telling you to put it on. You lock yourself in his room and switch the clothing, feeling suddenly warmer and comforted. His scent is imprinted on the t-shirt, the strong smell warming you inside. You scope around his room, smiling to yourself as you see photos of him with various awards placed on his wall. You hear a soft knock on the door. “Y/N? Can I change?” He asks through the door. You quickly open it. And there Peter stands, a towel hung low around his waist, revealing his sculpted body. His hair is wet and ruffled, short curls falling around his face. He weaves a hand through it, taming it slightly. Your eyes are almost popping it of their sockets. “Y/N?” He says again, and again. It takes you a while to notice you’re blocking the doorway. “Sorry,” you repeat, retreating to the lounge area. You take a seat on his sofa, the image ebbed into your mind. Suddenly, he’s beside you again, hair still a little wet. You smile awkwardly at him when he turns the television on. He flicks through the channels, settling on an old comedy to watch. But, as Peter is laughing slightly at the film, you can’t seem to tear your gaze off of him, even though the film sounds pretty good, you can’t focus. For some reason, your mind wanders. You begin to imagine what would’ve happened if Peter wasn’t next to you right now, if he decided to do something harmful after hearing about Aunt May. You swallow the ball rising in your throat. “Y/N? You alright?” He asks softly. You look at him, his eyes are still full of sadness and guilt, mouth frowning a little. You give him a subtle nod, trying to smile. He’s not convinced. You feel so overwhelmed from thinking of your life without him. He outstretches his arms, signalling for you to hug him. You move next to him, resting now your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his torso. “Are you alright?” You ask him. “I feel better now,” he breathes, chest vibrating as he speaks. “Peter, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you sigh, your grip around him tightening. He exhales. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. Your finger traces small circles on his chest whilst you listen to his heartbeat. You feel so safe with Peter, so loved. His fingers begin to stroke through your hair, sending shivers through your spine as he tentatively brushes all stray hairs away from your face. “Y/N,” he breathes. You look up at him now, faces centimetres apart. Your chest constricts when you notice him glance at your lips. Your hand moves up to his cheek, softly grazing his skin. Once he closes his eyes, completely relaxed, you feel a sudden urge to kiss him. And you do. You move forward slightly, brushing your lips over his briefly. He tenses, eyes opening to see if he is just having a crazy dream or if you are in fact, kissing him. He holds your nervous stare, and then quickly kisses you. Your arms move around his neck and you pull him close, smiling as he hums softly. You then pull apart, him hovering over you. His eyes shine in the dim lighting of his living room, tousled hair still a little damp. “Wow,” he murmurs. “Not too shabby, Spiderman,” you grin, pulling him in once again. Part 2? 💜 taking requests 😋 (creds to gif owner - love it)

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Hounds of Justice (Part 5)

Originally posted by escapethematrixx

Parings: Roman X Reader X Dean X Seth

Warnings: Swearing

Song: Sometimes By Skillet

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You were wiping down the countertop at the diner when you heard the door bell jingle. You looked up and smiled when you seen Roman walk in. 

It’s been about three days since he told you everything. And if you were being honest, he didn’t think any differently about him. He still was same guy, just with a secret. 

You leaned on your elbows on the counter. “Hey big guy.” You said, when Roman sat on the stool in front of you. 

“Hey baby girl.” He said, smirking as you blushed. “No Dean and Seth tonight?” 

“No, I needed them down at the warehouse since we were having problems down there the other night.”

You nodded your head. “You want a coke?” 

“No. I actually I want some coffee.”

You looked up at the time on your watch. “It’s almost midnight. Why in the world do you want coffee?” 

“That reminds me. Why are you working the latest shift?” Roman asked,a s you walked away to go get his coffee.

“Less people to deal with.” 

You came back over with his cup of coffee and handed him it will with the cream and sugar. “I don’t want you working this late at night. It’s not safe for a beautiful lady like yourself to be here alone.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Roman-” He cut you off. “Don’t Roman me. Just don’t work this late.” 

He leaned in, waiting for you to kiss him. You made a face at him and kissed his nose. 

You smiled at him. “Waitress! I need my check please!” The only other customer in the diner said.

“I’ll be right back.” You said. 

You walked around the counter and over to the table, handing the guy the check. You stood there as you got out his wallet and handed you the money.

“I’ll see you next time sugar.” The guy said, smiling and handing you a ten dollar tip.

Roman’s head turned in you direction. 

“Have a good night.” With that you walked back around the counter. Roman watched the guy leave with hard eyes.

“He’s lucky I didn’t punch his teeth down this throat.” 

You put the money in the register and smiled at Roman. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? He was flirting with you! And as far as I know, you’re mine.” 

You blushed and walked over, pecking his lips.

“You want something to eat? I could get you something here, or I could cook you something back at my house. I mean from the looks of things you haven’t actually eating a home cooked meal in a long time.”

Roman smiled at your offer. “I would really like that.”

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You were cooking spaghetti for Roman. He was sitting at your kitchen table watching you.

“It’s been a long time since I actually ate a home cooked meal.”

“I could tell. You were at the diner every night!” You said, looking over your shoulder at him.

“I live a busy life.” Roman said. You poured the noodles into the boiling water, then walked over to Roman.

“Well, anytime you get sick of eating at the diner, just come here. I’ll be more then happy to cook something for you.”

Roman smiled at you. “Thank you.” He leaned forward and kissed you.


You grunted as you moved around. You opened your eyes and seen that you had falling asleep on the couch. You rolled onto your back and closed your eyes again. 

But your eyes snapped opened when you heard someone in your kitchen. You looked towards the kitchen and rolled off the couch.

You were still dressed in your black jeans, black shirt from where you were working at the diner last night. 

You shuffled to the kitchen doorway. You peeked your head in and seen Roman standing there shirtless, in his jeans and boots. 

He had his hair pulled back into a messy bun at the back of his head. You pulled your eyebrows together. You don’t remember him sleeping here. Then it dawned on you, you had falling asleep on him last night, after eating you two had watched a movie. 

His back was towards you and you seen his big back tattoo. It was a hellhound and along the top it said Hounds of Justice, and towards the bottom right it had MC. It was just like his cut.

Roman turned around and seen you standing there. “Morning. I made coffee.”

“Morning.” You said walking fully into the kitchen. “Thanks.” You said when Roman handed you a cup. 

“Mmhm.”

Roman sat in one of your kitchen chairs and put some sugar in his cup. 

“I hope you didn’t mind that I stayed the night. You fell asleep on me, and you worked all day, cooked for me. I just didn’t want to wake you.”

“No I don’t care.” You said, smiling and taking a seat.

“Uh, were did you sleep? Because it looked like I took up the whole couch.”

“I slept right behind you. Or I guess you slept in my arms all night.” 

You blushed. “Oh, right. That makes sense.”

Roman smiled at you. “I seen your back tattoo. Is that like a thing the whole club does?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Yep. Everyone that is patched in gets the tattoo. But if you get kicked out, you have to black it out. And if you don’t…then we’ll take it into our hands.”

You pulled your eyebrows together. “What do you mean?” 

“We give you a set date on when it’s to be blacked out, and if it’s not done by then……We burn it off their back.” 

“Did…Did you ever do that?” 

Roman nodded his head. “Once. But I already gave the guy a second chance to get in blacked out.”

“Oh…”

Roman’s phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket.  “I got to take this.” He said. 

He walked out of the kitchen. You sat there, drinking your coffee, thinking about what he said. You were just trying to picture him in that place. You just couldn’t see Roman, who was so kind to you, burning a tattoo off someone. 

Roman came back in the kitchen, pulling his shirt on. “Everything ok?” You asked.

“Just things with The Kings. I have to go down to the club and talk about a plan.” 

“What kinda of things?” You asked, as you watched him pull his dark blue jacket on, zipping it up.

He looked at you. “We need someone to go into their club, get close enough to them so then we can know their plans.”

You bit your lip. “I could do it.” 

Roman’s head snapped over to you. “No you can not! Have you lost it!?”

“Come on! I already have Wade’s number! All I have to do is go on a couple of dates get close to him. Then I’m sure he’ll open up!”

“You are not doing this! That’s the end of it!” He said, pulling his cut on. 

“I thought you had to bring this to a vote? Hm? And how would they feel if you knew of a plan that could have save someone’s life but you didn’t bring it to a vote?” You said, crossing your arms.

“This is not something I’m going to talk about with you, Y/N. You’re not doing this.” Roman said, heading towards the door.

“But that’s not fair! I can help you! It wouldn’t be that hard to get him to trust me!” You said, following him.

“I’m not risking your life! Damn it!” 

“Just put it to a vote! I want to know what they think!”

“I don’t care what they think! You. Are. Not. Doing. This. That’s the end of it!” With that he walked out of your house, slamming the door.

“That’s what you think..” You mumbled.


Originally posted by ethanschandler

You walked into club house and few looked at you. Dean came walking over to you. 

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

You smiled at him. “There’s something I wanted to talk about.”

“What?” You asked. 

“A plan that I think could help you with The Kings.” 

Seth came walking over. “Keep talking.”

You smirked. “It there somewhere we can talk in private?”

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You told them the plan and they liked it. They said they’d bring it to the table for a vote.

You were sitting in the main area of the club house. Roman didn’t know you were here yet. Their table room was just to the left of you, you were surprised that there was no yelling.

The door was yanked opened and Roman was the first one out. He was angry. He’s eyes fell to you, he walked over to you and grabbed your arm. Yanking you to his room.

“You’re hurting me!” You said, jerking your arm away once you were in his room.

“What part of you’re not doing that, don’t you understand!” He yelled, slamming his door behind him.

“I just wanted to help..” You mumbled.

“Well we don’t need your help! No! We don’t want your fucking help!”

“I told you everything yesterday for a fucking reason! This isn’t something you can just fuck around with! You aren’t apart of a club! You…You are just someone…That…That I’m messing around with!” He yelled.

“I don’t even want you at the club anymore! Just go the fuck home!” He yelled.

You stood there for a moment, tears burned in your eyes. Messing around with, you hadn’t done anything yet. You went on one date!

You shoved pass him and opened the door. You walk through the club house, wiping your tears with your jacket sleeve.

Seth watched you as you shoved open the door and slammed it behind you. He looked over to the hall and seen Roman standing there, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You didn’t need to yell at her like that. If you didn’t like the plan then you could have said. She was only trying to help.” Seth said, standing and walking out of the club house. 

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You’re sitting in your living room, in sweatpants and a t-shirt, watching TV and eating pizza. Roman had acted like an asshole, yet again. You were just trying to help. Maybe going behind his back and having Seth and Dean bring it to the table wasn’t the best thing to do. 

But he didn’t need to yell at you like that. You ran a hand through your hair. “Stupid men..” You mumbled. 

Suddenly someone was knocking on your door. You thought about not answering it, but when they kept knocking, you had no choice but to get up and answer it.

You opened your door and went to close it quickly when you seen it was Roman. But he put his hand on the door, stopping you from doing that.

“Can I please talk to you?” He asked. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“And I can understand that. I was an asshole for yelling at you. But I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m trying to protect you like I said I could.”

“I only just got you into my life. I can lose you as fast as I got you.”

You stood there. You let go of the door, letting him in. He walked in, wrapping his arms around you and kicking the door shut.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “You’re everything I’m not….I can’t lose that…I can’t lose you. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

You closed your eyes. “I’m sorry for doing that. I just wanted to help you. “

“The club voted for your plan. So do you still want to do it?”

“Do you want me to do it? Because I won’t if you just say.”

“There isn’t much I can do about it. You want to, then do it.”

“But there’s something you need to understand. If The Kings find out that you’re working for us, or even a thought that you’re working for us. That’s it, you’re dead.”


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On the Run – Theo Raeken Oneshot

Synopsis: Theo flees Beacon Hills after the events of 5.20 and takes you with him.

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You thought it was all over.

You watched the last of the beast fade away as you stood protectively over an unconscious Mason. It was all over. It was really all over. As if trying to take in the surrealism of the moment, no one moved. As the pack stood together in silence, you couldn’t help recalling the same silence from the night Stiles was freed from the Nogitsune. The same silence from the morning in Mexico after the ordeal with Kate. You looked up at Scott, face partly covered by hair and blood. You probably didn’t look much better yourself, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. Scott cracked a smile and soon after, so did everyone else. You all felt it.  The sense of utter relief like no other. The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling that everything was going to be okay.

Too soon.

You watched as Scott face morphed into a look of terror as he suddenly surged toward you. You barely had time to turn around and catch the arm lashing to your neck, but it didn’t matter.

The electric current that passed through you felt like a frost bite. Except it lasted forever, and it burned like fire.

“Theo no!” was the last thing you heard.

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It was noon. Late noon. You couldn’t say exactly how you knew. Maybe it was the hot sunlight that tinted your closed eyelids orange. Maybe it was the rumbling in your stomach nagging about the small lunch you had the day before. Maybe it was the warm wind shooting through the cracked window of the moving car.

Wait. Moving car?

Your eyes shot open and you jerked forward in your seat only to be caught by your seatbelt pulling you back. It was way too bright and you shook your head to shake away your disorientation before turning to face the driver, though you didn’t need to wonder who it could be.

“Theo.” You breathed.

You expected him to shoot you a smirk, say something cocky back like ‘had a nice sleep darling?’ or something along those lines. But he barely even looked at you. His eyes were trained on the road and you noticed his lips were bitten raw. His eyes were bloodshot and as he ran his hand shakily through his disheveled hair, you came to realize you how nervous he really was. You’d never seen him like this. Even when you first met him, when he put on his nice-guy persona, he always radiated the confidence you once so admired. His current state almost made you pity him.

Almost. If it weren’t for the current state you both were in.

He seemed to notice you growing agitation once he glanced down at your hands balling into tight fists.

“Before you wolf out on me Y/N I have to warn you. You took a pretty bad shock last night, if you turn now it might trigger a seizure.”

You stared at him, not even bothering to mask your expression of utter disbelief.

“Are you kidding me?” You were about an inch away from ripping his throat out. You couldn’t believe he would dare act like he cared after what he’d done.

“Take me back Theo.”

“You know they’ll kill me.”

“Scott’s not going to kill you.”

“Then someone else might.”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you turned away from him. You shook the door handle vigorously, but knowing it was to no avail. Theo must have been desperate. Not that he hadn’t been before. But before, he’d been desperate for something more, for power, domination. Now, he was desperate hold on to the only thing he had left, his own life.

“I’m not going to hurt you Y/N.” He asserted. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

“I’ve heard that before.”

“And when have I ever laid a hand on you?”

“You’ve hurt other people.” He was desperate. He’d do anything. You were probably his leverage and once he’s managed to safely get away, he’ll probably get rid of you. But first, he needed to make sure you wouldn’t get away, which meant he needed you to trust him. You knew his game. And you weren’t going to let him fool you like he’d done to so many others. “Theo half your pack is dead and you have their blood on your hands. They trusted you and you shot their loyalty to fucking hell. You think I believe you won’t do the same thing to me?”

It was so quiet. You could tell Theo didn’t really have a comeback and weren’t expecting him to. You turned your face to the window so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. You hadn’t seen another car since you came to. The road ahead was flat and the heat of noon bent the road in your vision. You’d originally thought you were somewhere in Nevada until you saw the faintest bit of blue beyond the horizon.

It must have been some beach town shot into oblivion. Even if you did manage to get away from Theo, how were you going to find your way back to Beacon Hills?

Theo’s answer came after a while, dragging you back to reality.

“I wouldn’t hurt you because I care about you too much.” It was quiet. Almost as if he was talking to himself. You didn’t answer him back. You didn’t even look at him, you just stared hard at the faint reflection you casted on the window. Theo must have cleaned up your blood, but the large gash on your forehead was still painfully visible. Why haven’t you healed?

“Remember back at the cliff when you and Liam were running from the Dread Doctors? They would have caught you. But they didn’t. Because I told them to stay away from you. Why do you think I did that?”

“The same reason you do anything. For your own gain.” You still wouldn’t look at him.

“What would I have gained? You and Liam would’ve made great Chimeras. I would’ve had two great members of my pact. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

You’ve had enough.

“You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? You say you wouldn’t want anything to happen to me, all that bullshit. But what are you doing now? What can I possibly have to benefit from you kidnapping me and dragging me out here? If you really care about me, you’d let me go.” 

You could tell you made him angry. You were angry too. Your claws now dug angry marks into your palms as you struggled to calm yourself.

"Fine. I’ll admit it. I’m being selfish right now.”

When are you not? You wanted to ask.

“But you’re being selfish too.” And there it was. Typical Theo with his typical mind games, trying to turn it around on you.

“Tell me how I’m being selfish Theo.”

“You’re never going to admit we had something.” Goddammit you wanted to hurt him. You wanted him to feel the pain you felt during these past few weeks. Pain so intense, you were sure no amount of beating, clawing, or stabbing could get him to feel what you feel. You could take pain. Why couldn’t you transfer it?

“I know I’ve done terrible things. I’ve screwed up so bad. Goddammit Y/N if I could take it back I swear-“

“Shut up Theo.” You didn’t want to hear it. These sweet words, these promises. He didn’t feel remorse. He wasn’t regretful. He only regretted that he failed.

“No listen-“

“I said shut up!”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Before you could stop yourself you lashed forward, slashing your claws across his face. The car swerved. Theo was struggling to keep from crashing, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding you back. You elbow jerked backward and you could feel the brief burn of it going through glass. Shards rained down on you both as you dragged him from the driver’s seat, all the while delivering multiple punches to his face.

Scott’s not going to kill you.

Then someone else might.

He was right. And that person was you.

And then.

You knew it would happen before you felt it. That sense of utter dread that coursed through you even in your livid state. You hadn’t had a seizure since the day you were turned. You didn’t think you’d ever get one again. But hey, you remembered the day Scott’s asthma came back. And now, it looked like the same thing was happening to you.

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You remembered the day your mom died. Your dad had dropped you and Stiles off at Scott’s house claiming he had to go ‘settle some things’. Stiles later told you he’d noticed several bottles of whiskey in the trunk. You’d had a particularly bad episode that night, and the only person there was Melissa.

You’d came to with her holding your head to her chest tears streaming down your face as you had to remind yourself that she wasn’t your mother. And that your mother wasn’t going to hold you like that ever again.

Well. That was the last time you let someone hold you like that. Until now.

You didn’t know how long it’d been. Probably an hour or two. He’d somehow gotten you into the back seat, and you were now slumped against him, head pressed to his warm chest as he rocked you back and forth. You could tell he was crying. Warm tears splashed onto your head. The only thing keeping you awake really was the sound of his heart beat. It was fast. So fast you were almost afraid it would stop and the hands holding you would go slack. It corresponded with his shaky hand as he ran it through your hair. You were crying too. Your tears went unchecked as they ran down your face and soaked into his jacket. He smelled sad. Genuinely sad. And you wanted to reach up and wipe his tears away. But you didn’t.

You could hear an occasional ‘I’m sorry’ as he continued to rock you back and forth. You couldn’t help but recall the first time you’d met, the night he’d offered to stay and study with you, and getting caught in the rain with him when you guys ran out to his car. That first kiss.  

Somewhere in there, Theo Raeken had a heart. And it only beat for you.

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Trips to the beach were always sudden. You closed your eyes and breathed in the raw, salty air. You could hear the waves and the gulls in the distance. And for a brief moment, you didn’t want to care. The pack was probably going crazy looking for you. You didn’t want to care.

All that really mattered was being by the ocean and just letting yourself let go of all the frustration that’s been building up.

Theo joined you after awhile. You didn’t protest to him settling down beside you. He handed you a water bottle and you took it, guzzling it down. He didn’t speak for a while. But for the first time in what seemed like forever, you didn’t mind his company.

“You know, you look nothing like Stiles.” Was what he finally said.

“We’re fraternal, genius.” You responded back.

You didn’t want to care. Theo was a psychotic murderer. Theo could kill you in a heartbeat if he wanted to. You didn’t want to care.

“I know but-“

You cut him off, lips pressed fervently to his. He responded back instantly, his hands tangling up in your hair as he pushed you onto your back. His hands trailed away from your hair, down your back and then up your shirt. You broke the kiss for a moment to allow him to pull your top over your head.

Theo was crazy. But Theo loved you. And in that moment. Nothing else mattered. You didn’t want to care.

“You loved me once.” He breathed through heavy kisses. His lips trailed down, where he pressed them softly to the soft spot underneath you chin. You let out a sigh as he took your hands, holding them tight on either side of you head.

 

“I never stopped.”

Not Without Me

Request: hey! I love your imagines btw but was wondering if I could request a Bucky x Reader imagine where the readers friends with the avengers and is dating Bucky and the reader leaves for vacation and ends up getting into a plane crash but doesn’t die and like the avengers and Bucky visit them at the hospital and if you want you can throw in like a cute moment between Bucky and the reader at the hospital :))

Blog Tag: @ssprayberrythings

A/N: It is so cold here, my toes are freezing in my own house. I’d sure like some warm vacation temperatures right now. It is twenty degrees Fahrenheit warmer in the reader’s vacation destination than it is here where I live.

Warnings: Reader suffered through a plane crash

Word Count Total: 642

Short Imagine #73

Title: Not Without Me

Originally posted by suicidessquad

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First Kiss

Summary: What your First Kiss with Jimin would be Like
Members: Jimin x Reader
Type: Fluff, One-Shot
Length: 754 words

- Admin Mocha

Originally posted by syuba-inu

  You would have liked Jimin ever since you had laid your eyes on him, but the thing was, you were too shy to approach him and you were never in the same classes. He would have always been surround by his group of friends who called themselves BTS, and their overwhelming presence also prohibited you from approaching your crush. Despite the fact some of them were rather intimidating and they didn’t get along the best with others, Jimin really stuck out to you and you wished that you could speak to him at least once. You had seen him be incredibly kind and sweet, helping someone who dropped their books and even paying for someone’s lunch despite the fact he didn’t even know that person. You had not only fallen for his charm and good looks, but also the sweetheart that he was.

Originally posted by forjimin

  You would have finally landed a History class together, and by some stroke of random luck, the two of you would have been paired up together for a project after sitting next to each other for a while. You both instantly hit it off just like you had predicted, and you would have fallen for him so much harder than you had intended when the two of you made jokes and procrasinated actually doing the difficult work. You would both be hanging out in the library and you wouldn’t have realized how much time had passed until the woman at the desk politely asked you two to leave because it was time to close. You would both end up planning to finish the work another day, but Jimin would have shyly asked you to go to the park with him the next day, and you found yourself instantly accepting and looking forward to the day ahead.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

  After feeding the ducks, getting ice cream, and talking quite a lot while taking a walk together, you would both stop by the lake at a picnic table, and things would get a bit serious. Jimin would confess his feelings for you, giggling a little afterwards at how embarrassed he was and how mushy he sounded despite the fact his heart was genuine. You would feel your own cheeks heating up as you told him that you liked him as well, and his face would instantly light up with a bright smile as he asked to make sure that you were serious. He would tilt his head as his eyes crinkled in delight and he softly asked, “Really? Are you sure?” You would laugh, and before you realized it, the two of you were leaning forward and were about to kiss. This would not only be the first kiss you both shared together, but it would also be your own first kiss.

Originally posted by bebubblyuniverse

  The kiss would be short and simple, and slightly clumsy because the two of you were still getting used to each other. Neither of you would initiate it first and it wouldn’t be too quick, I think that you two would slowly move forward and it would begin mutually. Jimin would keep his eyes open because he would like to see your face, but you would probably close your eyes because you had never been so close to him before and you were a bit nervous because this was your first time ever. His lips would be soft and inviting, and you would feel as though you were moving through jello as they slowly pressed themselves against your’s and left you with the aftertaste of vanilla ice cream. You would feel your thoughts completely abandon you and your heart race at the warm feelings spreading throughout your body from behind your ribcage. It would be amazing.

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

  After the kiss, Jimin would be a lot more shy and happier. He would probably have a permanent blush decorating his cheeks, however a broad smile would consistently be tugging at his lips during the rest of the date. He would be a bit more confident after it as well, and he would feel more comfortable doing things such as holding your hand and giving you a pet name like Cutie. He would laugh a lot because he was so overjoyed, and you would both be basically coming down from cloud 9. The kiss definitely would have been the highlight of the day, however you certainly wouldn’t mind how he walked you back home and continued to talk with you about anything and everything. He would promise to call you as he dropped you off at your doorstep with a peck on the cheek and a wink.

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McCree & Reyes (or Blackwatch) + family/lost/saved/reunited

McCree & Reyes + Family

  Reyes ignored the curious looks and surprised expressions as he stormed through the base towards the infirmary, not caring that the harsh exterior he had adopted since being given command of Blackwatch had cracked with the news that had just come in.

“McCree?” His voice sharp and unnecessarily loud as he burst into the infirmary, coming up short as he took in the tableau in front of him, dark eyes widening as he took in the bloodied form of the Cowboy on the bed and more importantly the space where McCree’s left hand should’ve been. “Angela…”

“If you want me to save him, then get out,” the doctor barely spared a glance in his direction and he bristled at the brusque dismissal, before moving forward as he spotted brown eyes drifting open and turning dazedly towards him, ignoring Angela’s irritated glare as he moved to McCree’s bedside, reaching out to take the Cowboy’s intact hand.

“I’m not going anywhere…I’m his family,” he said evenly, glancing at Angela as he felt the younger man’s fingers curling weakly around his, managing what he hoped was a reassuring smile as he looked at the dazed McCree. “I’m not going anywhere…”

It’s a promise…

McCree & Reyes + Lost

    Gabriel was officially a few seconds away from freaking out completely as he stared through the window at the interrogation room, closing his eyes for a moment in the hopes that the image in front of him would disappear, but when he reopened them everything was still the same…there was still a goddam kid sitting in the other room…a kid. The reports he was holding crumpled in his clenched fists, as he studied the kid, taking in the evidence of the scuffle it had taken to capture him and the lost expression on the tanned face as the teen eyed the door nervously. This can’t be happening… He thought as he turned his attention to the papers in his hands, scanning the report of his capture…dark eyes narrowing as he saw that the teen had been involved in everything the Deadlock gang had done, and he growled at the thought of the teen…Jesse McCree… being stuck in that life, or being thrown into jail for goodness knows how many years. He screwed the reports into a tight ball and dropped them on the floor as he headed towards the door to the interrogation room with a determined expression…there was no way he was going to let a kid take that path, which meant that he was going to have to help him find a new path and fast.

McCree & Reyes + Saved

   Gabriel groaned as his vision slowly began to clear, the grey fog that had descended on his thoughts the moment he had been flung backwards into the wall beginning to dissipate, letting the pain he had been avoiding so far seep in.

“Easy boss…” The sudden voice made him jump, and he cursed himself for not being more alert even as he coaxed his eyes open to find a worried looking McCree crouched in front of him, the Cowboy’s serape draped across him like a blanket. “Looks like you took one hell of a blow to the head…”

“McCree…?”

“In the flesh,” the younger man quipped, concern showing through the attempt at humour and Gabriel sighed…he must be getting long in the tooth if he was earning that kind of attention from the Cowboy, and he hastily straightened and tried to set his expression back into its usual mask.

“What happened with the mission?”

“Seriously,” McCree demanded, and there was a flicker of real irritation as he pulled back. “You can’t take a moment to appreciate that I saved your ass?”

McCree + Reyes + Reunited

    McCree hissed as he ducked around a corner, reaching up to grasp at his upper arm where he had just been winged, cursing the assassin who had burst in on their current mission causing them all to scatter in opposite directions. Whoever the man was, he was good and his shotguns had one hell of a punch…a thought that made his stomach clench unpleasantly, because just for a moment it had felt like he was back in Blackwatch and training with Reyes. Stop dwelling on the past, he told himself sternly as he detected movement, and swallowing back his pain he flung himself out from his hiding place, gun ready to fire, only to find a foot flying towards him and he couldn’t stop his gun from flying from his fingers. It was followed by a strong jab to his jaw that sent him stumbling backwards with a grunt…it was a move that he knew more intimately than he cared to admit, and he couldn’t keep the painful hope out of his voice as he steadied himself and took a cautious step towards the black-robed figure.

“Boss…?”

Trust (Part 6-final) (Rogers/Barnes/Wilson)

Part 5

Steve and Sam sat frozen in place with their eyes filled with a glowing red; they were looking at each other but seeing only what was playing out in their minds courtesy of the link Wanda had created.  Sam was reliving one of his worst moments with Steve a willing participant in sharing it. With Wanda as engrossed in the memory as the conduit between his two friends, Bucky could only stand by and watch, waiting for any sign that he needed to break them apart, though he had no idea how.  All he knew was that he would never trade places with any of them.  

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BUTTERFLY | EPILOGUE OF “COFFEE”

{ He returns from tour and you two finally have to chance to talk about your feelings and see each other again. HOSEOK / FLUFF

COMPLETE SERIES:  COFFEE (PT.1) | NO MORE DREAM (PT.2) | NEVERMIND (PT.3) |  BOY IN LUV (PT.4) | WHAT AM I TO YOU (PT.5) | LOVE IS NOT OVER (PT.6)  | BUTTERFLY (EPILOGUE)

You were fidgeting in your seat, legs going up and down in the vain tentative to calm your nerves, biting your nails and looking expectantly at the door hoping it would open soon.
You would’ve gone to the airport if you could have so you’d see him as soon as he stepped out of the airplane, but you were forced in the dorm, waiting for them to arrive back home.
When you heard loud voices down the hallway your muscles tensed, your whole body on alert,  your heart beating fast in your chest. This was it: the first you were going to see him after two entire weeks.
The door opened and sure enough they boys were back. They were laughing and didn’t notice you at first, except for Yoongi that was the one who actually arranged for you to be there. And then there was Hoseok.
Your first instinct was to run to him and hug him as tight as you could but you just stood up and looked at him, your eyes wide open, nervous as never before in your entire life. You two had talked but there was still this slight fear of him rejecting you again inside of you.
He turned his gaze your way and his smile grew bigger before turning into an embarrassed one. His face was reddish and he looked really shy in that moment, looking at you with those insecure eyes.
He rubbed the back of his head and diverted his gaze to the ground, unable to keep looking you in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he said, in a whisper, making your heart clench.
You lost all your composure at that and without saying a word you ran to him and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him with all your strength.
Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you found yourself inhaling his scent, enjoying the feeling of having him in your life again. Hoseok’s arms were strong and they always made you feel protected and secure and they always felt like home. He was your home.
“I missed you so much”, you whispered against his neck, some tears escaping from your eyes.
“I missed you, too” he moved inside your arms and pushed you back a little so he could look inside your eyes again and when he saw your tears he brought his hands up to your face, capturing those with his thumbs, leaving them there to caress your cheeks lovingly.
“I’m so sorry for all I did” he said again, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
“Sshh, stop apologizing” you said in return, planting a soft kiss on his cheek making him smile in embarrassment again.
You brought one of your hands up and rubbed his locks lovingly, like you knew he loved, and enjoyed the feeling of peacefulness that surrounded the both of you.
“You’re so beautiful” you said, suddenly, making him giggle while shaking his head.
“You’re so biased” he retorted, making you pout.
“Maybe… but when I look at you all I see is beauty. And don’t contradict me again on that. You’re beautiful Hoseok. And sweet. And funny. And absolutely perfect just the way you are…”
He made your foreheads touch and closed his eyes, sighing heavily moved by your words.
“I’ll never stop telling you how much you mean to me, I’ll never make you forget again how important you are.”
You stopped petting him forcing him to open his eyes and just smiled at him, moving your hands to his cheek, mirroring his movements on your face.
You just stood there, watching each other in the eyes for what felt like hours. Until you heard quite steps moving out of the room with forced you to remember you weren’t exactly alone.
Hoseok must had realized that too because his face turned bit red and he took your hand and dragged you as fast as he could to his room. 

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He closed the door behind him and let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before enveloping you again into a hug.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. You turned me into the luckiest man on earth, you know that?”
You laughed at that and rubbed his back enjoying the closeness again.
“Y/N?” he said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence that had enveloped the room.
You hummed in response , lifting your gaze to watch his face again.
He sighed, fighting an internal war about whether he could ask you this or not.
“I… there’s a thing I’ve been dying to do in a very long time… can I…?”
You looked at him confused but eventually nodded. You trusted him, you didn’t even have to wonder what was going to happen, with him by his side you were ready to face pretty much anything.
He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning you around and walking you to the door until your back was flat against the wooden surface.
Your heart missed a beat when his face was suddenly extremely close to yours, his eyes fixed on your lips.
He made your noses touch and he brushed your lips, waiting for you to eventually push him away. But when you didn’t he took his courage and touched your lips with his, delicately, once.
He moved forward again when he was sure now you weren’t going to refuse him and locked lips with yours again, kissing you ever so slowly, making sure to savor your taste in his mouth.
The kiss was slow but deep and full of feelings and it made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart beat faster in your chest.
Your eyes were closed and all you could feel were his lips, moving against yours, one of his hands to your cheek, the other around your waist, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
Soon he started to deepen the kiss, making sure to convey all of his feelings for you in the long and awaited kiss.
When he let go of your lips you instinctively moved your head forward, searching his lips again while opening your eyes to find him staring at you.
“I think I’m in love with you, butterfly”  he said, his voice soft and insecure.
You smiled at the nickname he gave you and caressed his cheek lovingly.
“I think I’m in love with you too, angel.”  
He gave you one of his warming smiles, that one smile you have been missing all these days, and then captured your lips again, this time with no fear or uncertainty: you were finally his. And he was finally yours.

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This journay was a blast. I hope you liked this one, especially the anon that requested it since I went a bit out of the guiding lines with this, LOL
It took me a while to write this down and I’m not goint to lie, this thing about the ARMY stalking the guys really made me sad and I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like writing thinking about how wrong that is. I get being excited and all but if they don’t want you there and ask you to leave you can’t just run after them. It’s wrong and I can’t believe a fan did that, making them run away, scaring them, making Jimin almost cry and Taehyung hide… that is some serious stalker attitude and I’ve never felt as ashamed as I am tonight about our fandom.
Sorry for the rant, have a good day or night guys, love ya ♥

anonymous asked:

195+215 LIke triplet!Kylo is crushing on Bens gf bestie or the triplets bestie something cute because you know what to do

52 w Ben 👀👀 gotta love the angst

I might have gotten carried away with this and the angst theme today, so heres this. Also, I’m willing to continue this cause well, I loved the idea a little too much even though it broke my heart haha.

Modern College AU with Triplet!Ben and Kylo + 195 + 215 + 52


With a smile you knocked on the door, dropping your arm to your side after a moment. Happily humming to yourself, you teetered on the balls of your feet, bringing your hands in front of you. Tonight was date night with Ben, the usual Friday night you agreed to consistently do something together on. Though Ben almost always made it an evening spent inside his bedroom, he at least made an effort to spoil you.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Kylo. His dark hair was pulled into some kind of man bun variation, a black hoodie unzipped to show his black tank top, a new subtle septum adorning his nose. You gave him a smile as his brows raised.

“Hey stranger.”

He stuttered, his hand awkwardly trying to grip onto the door.

“H-hey. Long time no see.”

“Is Ben here?”

Clearing his throat Kylo shook his head, his expression seeming to fall for a moment.

“No, he’s out getting something at the store.”

You nodded, “Oh ok… Can I come in?”

Kylo hesitated, gulping. He shrugged, moving to the side as he gestured for you to enter.

“Y-yeah sure.”

You smiled, patting him on the shoulder as you sauntered into the living room, plopping onto the familiar grey sectional couch. 

“You wouldn’t have kicked out your best friend would you?”

The words hit him in an odd way, a way he wasn’t expecting to feel. He couldn’t deny that things changed in your friendship ever since you had started dating Ben, things Kylo couldn’t help but feel mournful over. With the way Ben kept you exclusively to himself, not even bringing you around his brothers much unless you were up against a wall they were behind, Kylo was sure he had lost his best friend. 

“No…I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You smiled at him warmly, patting the spot next to you.

“Of course you wouldn’t, come sit with me.”

Hesitantly Kylo sat on the couch, a cushion away from you. Arching a brow you watched him seat himself, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. Opting to shrug it off, you sighed, reclining back as you put your feet up on the ottoman.

“So what’s been new with you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Silently within his head he cursed Ben for that, for keeping you away and taking so much of your time. It was true, Kylo hadn’t properly spoken to you in months, let alone seen you. Months that only became more miserable as they passed. Months that left him with unresolved feelings that haunted him every time he saw or heard you with his brother. 

Clearing his throat, he gave you a big shrug, raising his brows for a moment.

“Not much. Classes, trying to get my photography work ready for Phasma’s studio.”

You gasped, stopping him mid sentence. He looked up to see your jaw hanging loosely and your eyes wide with child like excitement.

“Shut up, Phasma’s finally getting her studio?”

He nodded.

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