my hair was so light omg i want that color back

Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush

Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 






I’d rather not say/enter here:


Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other





THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.




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epiphany pt.2 | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + college au

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?


Reader’s POV

As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.

Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.

“What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.

“Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.

“Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”

“I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”

Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”

“Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.

“Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.

“You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.

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i just had an a m a zing thought. HEAR ME OUT

what if after keith discovered he was galra, his traits start kicking in? i’m assuming that his galra heritage is dominant as fu ck

it’s small things at first, like his ears start popping out and his eyes go golden from time to time

until it gets kinda weird and also hella confusing

one day lance wakes up and showers and all that, ready to train

he opens his door and shrieks so loudly it has the entire team running to his room

cause right in front of lance’s door is a giant fucking elephant-like alien dead on its side. it looks like it was cleanly killed, cause it didn’t have any excess blood or jagged cuts

everyone freaks out with lance who wants that thing away from him as soon as possible

they work fast and soon it’s gone

and lance turns, only to see a really red keith. like. really red. redder than his armor red

keef’s ears are twitched in agitation, and lance resists the urge to coo and stroke them because keith’s eyes are going golden - which is a bad sign

“kei - ”

lance doesn’t even get to finish his question because keith just growls really loudly before stomping away

a few hours later hunk goes to lance and asks, “did you and keith have a fight again? he’s been sulking in the training room and hasn’t stopped growling”

and lance is all “what?? no???? is he okay?????”

the next day lance wakes up and goes to his door a lot more cautiously…. to see a box in front of it

he opens it and gapes widely, what the fuck???

in it is about ten different gems, all unlike any other color lance has ever seen, and he cooes over them, before going back to his room and careully tucking the box away

lance gets to the dining room and sits down. surprisingly keith is the last to join the ohers, stumbling through the door

and everybody notices how his hair is ragged and the heavy bags under his eyes, but the most porminent thing is the giant, goofy grin on his face

lance goes red (holy shit keith’s smile is what he lives for) as keith sits down beside him, tired and worn but very very happy

the next day there was another gift. this time, really pretty and silky robes

of course lance squeals over them and yanks them on immediately, twirling in front of his mirror and loving it

he likes these gifts and all, but he wonders who they’re all from???

fast forward about two weeks later and lance’s room is overflowing with gifts, all more lovely and extravagant than the last

but lance is more worried about keith - cause although the red paladin is now constantly grinning and purring, he’s also always very tired and exhausted

it gets to the point they have to address the issue

they all gather up in the control room and ask keith what’s going on

when he doesn’t answer, pidge goes, “where have you been visiting all these nights? don’t think i haven’t noticed red missing from her hanger”

and keith goes red but he’s still silent

they all ask him one at a time, until finally it’s lance’s turn. he breathes and says, “keith, buddy, please. just tell us?”

and keith looks at him with wide eyes before nodding slowly. they all hold their breath as he finally says, “… i was gathering.”

“gathering?” allura asks. “what for?”

“i don’t know!” keith spouts. “i just - i had to, okay???”

and pidge lights up as she gets her computer and starts typing. “aha! i knew it - i mean, not really, but i had a suspicion.”

“the galra are a very affectionate and loyal race,” pidge reads. “they often express romantic interest in another by courting; typically, courting is a way to prove that they are worthy of the other’s affections. it starts with usually a good hunt, to show that they are able to provide the other’s needs. from then on, they continue to lavish the other with beautiful gifts and trinkets until their courtship is accepted.”


then explosion.



but all that mattered was lance had gone increasingly redder and redder, with keith’s ears flattening to his head as he waits for lance’s reaction

it’s not the one he’s expecting

“you… got all of those… for me?” lance whispers in awe, staring at keith with wide eyes

keith hesitates. then he nods

and lance surges forward, pressing kisses frantically all over keith’s face

and keith is purring, l o u dl y, as he grabs lance and pulls him closer

“that’s - amazing - i can’t - believe - love you - so much - ” lance whisers between kisses

finally, they pause to take breath, and keith says, “i still haven’t given you your last gift.”

keith slowly takes lance’s hand and presses it to his chest. and keith smiles, and it’s sweet and beautiful and go r g eous as he says, “my heart. but you’ve always had it to begin with.”

“um, guys, we’re still here” pidge gags loudly

turns out that keith’s genes had kicked in and his instincts had made him court lance, whom he had been in love with since the garrison. it was why he was always so tired - he had been up all those nights getting lance’s gifts

it’s also why he was so upset during the first day; he had taken lance’s shock as rejection

of course, keith’s stubborn so he continued courting lance anyway


“hey, pidge?”


“when are you going to tell the others you helped keith sneak in and out?”


Heart on the Line (part 9)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1247

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Haunting Me (Chap. 4)

A/N: okie dokie guys! here’s chap 4! I hope you guys like the angst!! *evil laugh* ENJOY! - Delilah

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Slight smut. Angst. Feels. Flashbacks. Mild violence. 

Originally posted by rohgers

“Your name was Jane and you liked to wear red lipstick.”

You shivered in your sleep, tugging the comforter closer to your body. The heating wasn’t working and the motel owner came by to tell everyone one by one. Bucky, being the paranoid man he was, completely ignored the man at all costs. He had no intentions of this happening, he just…acted on instinct. Which was highly irrational on his part, but he had little to no care about rationality at the moment.

What was he going to do with you? Hydra had ears all over the world, regardless of where the two of you went. And SHIELD would immediately be investigating this as well, meaning you and he would have to go somewhere secluded, which was extremely hard to do this day and age.

Bucky’s eyes landed on your slumbering form once again, taking in your features as you slept. The flashback he had earlier still rung in his ears. Your name was Jane, he knew that now. You used to wear red lipstick all the time and you and he were together. He was still unsure if you knew Steven as well, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

He slowly reached outwards towards you, gently brushing his metal fingers along the flesh of your cheek. You were so fragile, yet you the way you stood up to him earlier showed your bravery that you didn’t know you had. His fingers slowly drifted down your body until they rested on your chest. His eyes landed on your clothed breasts. Cocking his head to the side, he ran his fingers along your clothed chest, watching in awe as small goosebumps began to form on your skin.

His fingers hooked around the material of the top and tugged it down, revealing your breasts. He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy before, but that was mostly on graphs and medical training. This was entirely different. You weren’t a medical graph, you were a person with thoughts and feelings. Someone who he’d known before on a personal level at one time and it was so erotic to him.

His index finger circled around your nipple, gently flicking the nub. You squirmed gently, nuzzling into your pillow with a soft moan. His eyes widened as he watched your nipple harden beneath his finger with awe. You were unlike anything he’d ever seen, a rare piece of a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for decades. And here you were now, extremely close and vulnerable.

You let out another moan, this time it was a bit louder. Bucky’s breaths came out in harsh little huffs as he studied your body intensely. The sounds you were making were so arousing, that he just had to make you do it again, he longed for it.

He found himself leaning forward, bending his head down until his lips brushed against your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on the flesh, running his teeth along it.

You groaned, your eyes fluttering open. For a minute, you completely forgot where you were. You expected to be back at home, in the safety of your cozy little apartment with Steve . Your fingers made their way over to the mystery man’s hair, tangling themselves in his long, dark locks. He let out a grunt of pleasure as you tugged on the strands. You sighed peacefully as the pleasure coursed through your body.

That was, until you immediately recognized the voice.

Your eyes widened as you peered down at Bucky. His lips were wrapped around your breast, while his metal arm was softly kneading the other one. You gasped as he sucked harsher, filling your body with another wave of pleasure. This was so, so wrong. You barely knew the man, and you were absolutely sure that he was psychotic, but your body refused to react the way it should. Instead of shoving him off of you, your back arched into his touch and your legs found themselves entangled with his as he pleasured you with those lips of his.

You were practically on your back now, with him hovering over you. It took all of your strength, but you placed your bound hands on his shoulder and shoved him back. Immediately, he jolted back from you.

“Bucky…” you whispered, your brows furrowing with confusion. 

Immediately, he scooted as far away from you as possible. His eyes were wide with shame as he avoided your gaze. You watched as he began to stand from the bed. 

Right at that moment, you felt your head ache terribly, but this time, it wasn’t from the anemia. 


Bucky stood from the bed and walked over to the little dresser in his room. You rolled onto your side and propped yourself up on your elbow as you watched your very naked boyfriend as he softly sung along to the song playing on the radio. 

If I could pray and I try, dear
You might come back home, home to me

He placed one of the cigarettes in his mouth and lit it, blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air. You always admired how he could have no clothes on, yet feel completely comfortable with you watching him. You guessed it was the chemistry you both had. 

You rested your head against your palm as you continued to admire his physique. He was what all the girls you knew wanted. Literally. Every girl had a thing for Bucky Barnes, including your best friend. You had seen him on countless other dates with girls far more pretty than you, girls that were the complete opposite skin color wise. Not in a million years did you think he would ever look your way. 

But that fateful night he came to the ice cream shop you worked at changed everything. He always told you that the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt his entire world stop. That he was prepared to fight a million wars for you, regardless of your color. 

I guess I might have done something wrong
Honey I’d be glad to admit it
Ooh, come on home to me
Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah

“How come you never sing to me like that?” you asked, your mouth curling into a smile as he peered over his shoulder at you. He smiled that same dorky little smile and turned around completely. 

Bucky slowly crawled towards you, singing the chorus of the song as he did so. 

Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand
Ooh you might understand
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah

You giggled as he hovered above you, continuing to belt out the lyrics dramatically this time. You tried to shush him, as his neighbors were super prejudice and would not hesitate to call the police in a heartbeat. 

But being the person he was, Bucky only sung louder. 

Please, please, please, please
Oh won’t you reconsider babe
Now come on, I said come back
Won’t you come back to me

You were laughing hysterically now. You pressed your hands against his mouth in order to shut him up, but he licked your palms instead. You let out a shriek and pulled your hands away from him. 

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you spoke, staring into his eyes. “You’re such a dork.” 

He hummed, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“But I’m your dork, though.” 

The next thing you knew, you were on your hands and knees gasping for air. 

Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself and your brain felt as though it was melting in your skull. What on earth was that? You blinked rapidly, seeing the images of the flashback before your eyes each time you closed them. You felt Bucky’s hands on your back, rubbing it gently. 

“W-What was that?” you asked, feeling your entire body trembling. 

Bucky brushed your hair out of your face and stared into your eyes. “You remembered, Y/N,” he whispered. 

You stared back at him. He looked exactly the same, but how was this possible? 

“M-My name was Jane, right?” you asked, your words trembling as you spoke. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. Bucky reached out to you and cupped your cheek. This time, you leaned into his touch. 

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but instead he was cut off by the motel door flying open. 

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, holding his shield in his hand. “We have to get out of here befor-”

The window shattered as a tiny grenade like object burst through it, landing right beside the bed. You looked back to Bucky, your eyes wide before a giant flash of white light erupted inside the room, blinding you both. 

You covered your ears as they ached from the high pitched ringing. You felt yourself being tackled to the ground and rough hands yanking you around on the floor. When you opened your eyes, you saw the familiar blue uniforms of the SHIELD team storming into the room. 

You looked around, only to find Bucky gone and the small window in the bathroom shattered open. 

“My name is Jane,” you whispered, feeling the tears pool inside your eyes. 


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soulmate! Vernon

requested by anon

Summary: in which your eye color matches your soulmate’s hair color and vice versa

part two

  • so you live in a neighborhood that’s basically every suburban neighborhood in America ever
  • your mom has frequent business trips to SK because of her job and her side of the family is there also
  • so when summer rolls around you’re bored of suburbia
  • and decide to take an internship at your mom’s workplace in SK
  • so you pack up all your crap into a suitcase
  • and in 20+ hours it’s family reunion time
  • your aunt and uncle and cousins are happy to see you, practically jumping up and down to pick you up from the airport 
  • they prepare an apartment in Seoul nearby your mom’s office
  • and you’re like what the heck, I like the city
  • it’s always too lonely at home when your mom’s away on trips but here you have a bunch of family
  • so you decide to study abroad for the school year and enroll in a university in SK
  • and it’s good for your mass communications degree, as is the internship
  • you settle in your comfy apartment in Seoul, your mom visiting when she has business trips
  • your cousins and aunt and uncle invite you over often for home cooked meals
  • after a few days, the US is just a distant memory
  • you feel like you fit right into the city, the bustling life, the lights shining brightly, the sound of people going about their days
  • it feels like what you think is home, you were meant to live here
  • with the sudden move for the summer internship and the school year, you kind of forgot about the whole soulmate thing
  • that is until you look in the mirror in the bathroom one morning
  • and your eyes
  • they’re. freaking. pale. af. 
  • like the color of blonde hair with darker tan and beige undertones and highlights 
  • they were pitch black the day before 
  • you’re taken back but it happens occasionally when you know that soulmate of yours out there somewhere dyes their hair
  • at least they’ve been pretty consistent and didn’t dye their hair something outrageous, like pink
  • you get ready for the day already used to the new look
  • you kind of like it
  • you decide to take a walk along the Han River
  • you like going there to read on the grass or write random poems (although your years of studying language still hasn’t allowed you to find a word that rhymes well with beautiful) and listen to music
  • a mixture of hiphop, edm, and ballads
  • it’s pretty early in the morning and you walk and jot stuff down in your mini notebook as you go, breathing in the early morning air
  • but apparently paying attention to where you’re going is a good idea because both you and this person didn’t seem to realize that
  • until the both of you collide with into each other and you both end up on the ground
  • “I’m sorry!” he stands up and reaches out for your hand to help you up
  • you’re kind of just staring at him in shock though
  • because his hair… 
  • and your hair…his eyes
  • and it doesn’t take him long to stare at you wondering what’s up
  • and he sees your eyes
  • “Oh shi-” he stumbles backwards and falls back on the ground, again, across from you and you’re both just trying to process what just happened
  • so naturally you say something incredibly intelligent to make a good first impression on your soulmate
  • “did you just curse in English?” and suddenly you’re both laughing amazed at the situation
  • turns out he was too busy jamming to a song to watch where he was going
  • and you were too busy scribbling something you can’t even remember
  • it’s awkward at first, how do you react properly to meeting your soulmate?
  • but he’s endearing and drags you into a convenience store for ramen and coffee
  • “I actually prefer cheeseburgers”
  • “No way, me too.”
  • it’s like you met your long lost best friend
  • “you’re a rapper? no way!”
  • “you write? dude can I see some of your stuff”
  • “these would make lit lyrics”
  • “aw really? thanks!”
  • “wait you wrote the rap lines for this song? omg they’re so good!”
  • you’re both just sitting in that convenience store one ear bud in your left ear and the other one in his right ear
  • talking music and all the technical stuff that makes it an incredible medium for language when used correctly
  • it’s almost like you’ve known each other forever
  • you both start walking towards his dance studio cuz you got nowhere better to go for a bit
  • with the ear buds still connecting the two of you, and laughing and conversing in English
  • walk into the practice room and damn everyone goes silent and stares at you two
  • who are still talking in english
  • they are all so lost like who is this girl, vernon doesn’t bring random girls to the studio
  • except for Joshua
  • who understands everything y'all are saying
  • and has this huge smile on his face 
  • “annyeonghasaeyo” you say blushing, “ I’m-”
  • “my soulmate!“ Hansol says not containing his excitement whatsoever
  • everyone is ready to explode
  • “Jun’s was literally just a few weeks ago?wtf?”
  • it kind of already feels like a family and Jeonghan steals your phone, already putting in everyone’s numbers
  • “If Hansol is being difficult, call me, my number’s under ‘y/n’s angel’”
  • Seungkwan puts his contact name in as 'YOUR BIGGEST COMPETITION’ and jokingly makes an “I’m watching you” hand gesture
  • Hansol doesn’t get a choice, svt puts his contact name in your phone as ‘y/n’s soulmate’
  • “you better protect him"
  • “he gets lost in thought a lot”
  • “he could be drowning and probably think about what he wants for lunch and forget to swim”
  • you laugh, it’s hilarious
  • but now it’s really time to go because it’s late
  • he walks you out to the secret backdoor because paparazzi 
  • “your other member just found his soulmate huh?”
  • “fate is funny, we are seventeen, jun hyung and me met our soulmate 2017″
  • “it must if seventeen’s soulmate year”
  • you both kind of just stare at each other stupidly, both not wanting to leave
  • until you grin and laugh 
  • this sets him off into laughter
  • you tilt your head to the side like you were debating something
  • and as if it was in slow motion, you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek
  • immediately, his hands come up to cup his cheek shyly
  • you grin at his cuteness
  • “I’ll text you when I’m home!”
  • he watches your back view and you turning around one last time and wave at him when you see him watching
  • when your out of eye sight, he lets go of his cheek and looks at his reflection in the glass panel
  • a hint of pink lip gloss stains it

part 2

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||


~ admin jess & seri

anonymous asked:

Omg I love your writing !!! Could you please write a soulmate fic where the characters only see the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. The events of the first episode are the same except it jughead that was new to riverdale not veronica. Archie introduces his friend jughead to the gang and bettys world is changed forever :) please if you could :)))

I love this! Thank you so much!

Running her fingers over the soft cashmere cardigan she was holding, Betty frowned. Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder,

“It’s yellow, it’s really pretty and it matches your hair. Yellow is happy.” Veronica said softly, helping Betty put her arms through the sleeves.

Giving Ronnie a weak smile

“Maybe I should go with something of a different color, I’m not feeling too happy today.”

Veronica frowned as Betty walked towards the table.

She felt for her best friend, she couldn’t imagine having to still live life without color. It was such a sad way to live.

Suddenly the reason for the color in her life was standing in front of her, ducking to meet her eyes.

“What’s got you frowning darling?”

Archie Andrews, love of her life and her soulmate.

“I just wish Betty would find her soulmate ya know? , she deserves to see your bright red hair, and how sparkly green her eyes are. it makes me so upset that she may never be able to see color.”

His hand went to squeeze hers.

“She will Ronnie, give it time, not everyone can be as lucky as us.”

“Hey lovebirds. Lunch is getting cold and I’m surely not sharing my creme brûlée.” Cheryl blossom shouted from her place at the table.

The couple walked over and sat down, Archie resting his hand on Betty’s shoulder, she was his best friend too and it sucked, but she would find her soulmate, she just had to be patient.

Betty picked up an apple in her hands, frowning she reached across to Cheryl, gently tapping her hand her blue eyes turning to hers.

“What’s up B?”

“It’s bad isn’t it? The apple. It’s bad? I can’t tell.”

Cheryl grabbed the apple turning it over, frowning as she saw the brown, rotted piece.

“Imbeciles I swear to god. Here take mine, I didn’t even want it.” Cheryl squeezed her hand smiling gently.

Cheryl had found her soulmate in dilton doiley, the two complete opposites made a beautiful couple and it always made her happy too see them together.

Suddenly Archie was jumping up, holding his phone up with the biggest grin she had ever seen.

“I’ll be right back guys, and I’m bringing a friend.” He practically tripped over himself as he jumped the table.

Betty scanned the courtyard, there were flowers and they smelt beautiful, Veronica had told her they looked even better.

Sometimes Kevin would tell her, her eyes matched the soft grass she was constantly running her fingers through.

Kevin and Joaquin met at the movies and were inseparable since. Now Kevin wore much more intricate sweaters, she knew they had patterns but she wished she could see the colors.

“I’m back and look what the cat dragged in! Jughead jones meet the gang.”

Turning to smile at the new comer, Betty was instantly shoved back by the bright light hitting her eyes.

After steadying herself she opened her eyes.

It was so beautiful she could cry.

Quickly glancing around. She took in everything, the sky, the grass, the dark black almost purple of her best friends hair. When her eyes landed on Archie, she couldn’t help the giggle that came from her mouth. His hair was the oddest color she had ever seen.

Everyone was staring at her confused, and Archie reached up to scratch his neck, looking embarrassed as Betty nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles while staring at him

“What’s so funny?”

She couldn’t manage to even get a word out, she couldn’t stop laughing.

Suddenly a voice beside her broke the spell

“I think she’s laughing at that mop of color on top of your head, you call that hair?”
Jughead joked, his expression dazed as he turned to stare deep into her eyes.

They hardly heard the gasps of their friends behind them.

Jughead reached a hand out to grab a piece of her silky hair.

“It’s the color of the sun.” He said looking up and smiling

She giggled

“I guess it is, you wear a lot of black.”

“I used to, I guess I’ll have to incorporate more colors into my wardrobe.” His fingers went to rest on her waist.“I’ve been waiting for you, I’m sad to say my imagination failed me. What did I do to deserve the most beautiful soulmate in the world?”

She blushed bright pink.

“I like that color too.” His hand stroked her cheek.

Suddenly her eyes caught on to his, and wow if she thought the sky was beautiful, his eyes were from another world.

“Blue, I love blue.” She whispered their faces inches away.

“How convenient, I happen to love green.”

Suddenly his lips were on hers, and she couldn’t help but think.


moonlight [4]

summary: Never dance with a girl in red. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader 

warnings: apparently i need to tag this as ‘slowest burn ever,’ BUT THE BURN ENDS HERE (kind of), mentions of blood, claiming bite, blood drinking/sharing, nothing too graphic but the content is mature

notes: two updates in two days, wow I’m on a roll. My lovely significant other @mangowoods beta’d this so if anything is totally fucked up, it’s his fault lmao. Song mentioned is Paint It, Black by Ciara. LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE YOU READ THIS!!! Feedback is appreciated!!!


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NCT as Baskin Robbins ice cream flavours

Jisung: Shooting Star

Maknae’s vibe! Featuring his vibrant blue hair i love this not-so-baby baby he’s SUCH A CUTIE I NEED HELp he’s the ultimate freshness of cherry syrup with bursts of popping candy~

Chenle: Rainbow Sherbet

He’s always so bright mostly because of his doLPHIN SHRIEKS he’s gonna lift everyone’s mood up like a tangy combination of pineapple, orange and raspberry flavor!

Jeno: Honey Cheese Trap

This boy really is a trap he is practically dripping with honey he’s so cute and sweet and kind and his unnecessary eye smiles this boy is silent but deadly SM is blessed to have him the GOD OF VISUAL from such a young age i’m so soft for Jeno he would always be my little baby brother even when he is 25 yo or smth

Renjun: My Lemon Tree

I can’t think of anything else other than the refreshing lemon every time I see our Renjunie! He’s such a cutie and HIS LOVE FOR MOOMIN I can never please save my old heart

Mark: Cookies and Cream

THIS KID; WHO DOESN’T LOVE THIS KID FIGHT ME the one and only Mark Lee is the most memorable flavor of all time a.k.a Cookies ’n Cream! Even if you don’t love cookies ’n cream you love cookies ’n cream same logic applies even if you don’t love Mark Lee you love Mark Lee

Haechan: Mom is an Alien

idk but the name suits him LMAO Donghyuck is sometimes behaving well/sometimes letting out surprising charms/a whole bunch of times mischievous like these mix of milk/dark/white chocolate swirls!

Doyoung: Gone with The Wind

I LOVE THIS BUNNY so much I think I’m as witty and sarcastic and sometimes dismissive lmao his comments are so ruthless like that electric buzz of strawberry’s sourness plus his puRPLE LIGHT BLUEBERRY HAIR IS LIFE but goddamn black haired Doyoung is A+ and the cheesecake base of this ice cream neatly wraps his overall personality; an actual ball of sweet and fluff and heart of a mom on the inside for dreamies and have you seen his gummy smile my day is brighter the grass is greener the flower is blooming

Winwin: Almond Bonbon

Lbr Sicheng is going to love all flavors of ice cream because it’s ICE CREAM- anyway the name bonbon instantly reminds me of him and how sweet he is every time he smiles every time he looks at the camera with his sparkly eyes every time he breathes T^T He is the embodiment of this flavor’s tagline: mouth full of pleasant chocolate, almonds and even more sweet!

Jaehyun: New York Cheesecake

I AM SCREAMING like his little brother Jeno he’s the ultimate softness and is dripping with sweetness all over I mean smiles and dimples and look at those cheeks ok I’m gonna stop here someone please cuRB ME all in all he got that smoothness of a classic New York cheesecake and don’t get me started on how sexy cheeseca- *signal lost*

Taeyong: Berry Berry Strawberry

His pink hair :( and his fluffy personality and hIS EXISTENCE IN GENERAL scream sour plump flesh of berry chunks to me!!!! I swear he’s fluffier than Agnes’ unicorn but let’s not forget baby don’t like it lmao jk let’s just move on

Ten: Mango Tango

I mean country reference joke aside lol JK HE’S SO BRIGHT and fun and loud like Mango!!!! The color really suits his bubbly and sweet personality and I would love to see more of Ten omg I miss this baby so much you have no idea peTITION FOR SM TO BRING MY PRECIOUS CHITTAPON BACK

Johnny: Espresso and Cream

It’s probably his addiction to americano the caffeine flows in his bloodstream he’s strong in the outside and his visual is so strong as well glares at cherry bomb mv johnny buT IN REALITY he’s such a gentle giant and the softness of the cream makes up for it~

Yuta: Choco Tree

Not forgetting where he came from he’s the elegance of green tea buT HIS OUT THE ROOF CONFIDENCE AND FLirt is all round chocolate! Who can resist the temptation of Nakamoto Yuta two most favorite flavors in the world!

Taeil: Strike Cashews

This oppa is so silent and is inside of his own world holding back his comments and it’s so hard for him to express his feelings through words and actions but he is such a 4D I’ve seen a lot of videos showing love for him and he deserves every bit of it and I LOVE HOW DORKY HE ACTUALLY IS ON THE INSIDE I mean those cheerleading movement is forever his #1 Meme and all his dorky actions those are like the nice surprise of cashew nuts and black raspberry ribbons inside the plain vanilla based flavor *whispers* I love Moon Taeil give him lots of love and support

Jaemin: Mint Chocolate Chip

I started stanning NCT from 127 and U tbh because I felt dreamies were a little too young for me back then so I don’t know much about this little sunshine but hiS LAUGH IS SO PRECIOUS and everyone loves him and wants him to comeback again are we not so PLEASE LOVE THIS SUNSHINE TOO <3

BTS Reaction: You having a side blog dedicated to another member (requested)


You took a break from your laptop and went to the kitchen to scavenge for a late night snack. You found one of Jin’s last stashed away cookies and scarfed it down before he could get out of the shower and catch you. You quietly returned only to find Jin sprawled across the bed. He had one arm hanging off the bed, the other covered his face as he whimpered all while balancing your laptop on his chest.

“Jagi, how could you?!?” he “cried”

“Hey! why are you looking at my computer?” you rushed up to him to take your computer away.

“I thought i was your one and only!” he “sobbed” as he rolled away from you from, keeping you from getting your laptop back. “How could you have a blog dedicated to the maknae?!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I had that blog before i even met you guys!”

“But i thought you deleted it!”

“What ever gave you that idea?”

“Um I don’t know maybe because you are dating Mr. Worldwide handsome now!” 

You crawled up next to him. “Well, if it makes you feel better…” you snatched the laptop away and began clicking away until you found the page. you turned the screen to him “This is the blog i have dedicated to you!”

He scrolled through the page a bit before he pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “You are forgiven…partially … Just make sure to delete that Jungkook blog.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


You and your boyfriend sat on the couch enjoying a bit of TV after a long day. Well, he was watching tv, you were busy finally updating your side blog. You could feel someone looking over your shoulder and found Suga with a sour expression on his face.

“Ew, why are you posting pictures of Jimin?” he asked in disgust.

“For my blog” you mumbled going back to adding to your tags.

“Ew” he repeated as he went back to watching tv.

Once finished, you nestled next to him, but he was as still as a statue. It was weird because he always accepted cuddles. You nestled deeper, but still nothing.

“Ya! Cuddle me!”



“Why dont you go cuddle Jimin?” he pouted.

“Aww is someone jealous?” You teased 

“Pft! Me? Jealous? You’re ridiculous! Pft! I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous of my girlfirend having a blog about another member from my group? I am not jealous!” 

“Uh-huh sure, not jealous at all.”

“I said i’m not!”

“If i make a blog about you, will you forgive me?”

He stayed quiet at your offer.

“C’mon, I’ll let you pick the color scheme!”

Although expressionless, you could tel he was tossing the idea around in his head.

“We can come up with a URL together!” 

“No need! I thought of the perfect one already! Plus, i know just the selfies to use for the header and profile pictures!” he said as he stratched out and grabbed the laptop from the other side of the couch. 

Originally posted by kstanandrants

Rap monster:

You were in the middle of getting dressed when you heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.

“Babe?!? Is everything okay?!? What was that?!?” you shouted from your bedside too much in a rush to get ready for work to actually walk to the kitchen. 

“Um- Nothing! Just… Just a pan!” he shouted. “You keep getting dressed! I will get your coffee ready!”

You walked out of the bedroom ready to go only to be greeted by a grumpy face Namjoon. Your cup of coffee was waiting for you thankfully, but Rap monster stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, one hand clutching your tablet. 

You waked straight up to him. “What’s wrong baby? Why that face?”

“I found someone’s tumblr and it turns out their blog is a virtual shrine to my band-mate Kim Taehyung.” he grumbled. 

You giggled at him, because he look so cute when he was jealous. you rested your chin on his chest and looked p at him with the best puppy dog eyes that you could give. “Joonie, it is just a tiny little side blog” you explained

“So having 5k followers is a “tiny llittle side blog” to you?”

“Aw c’mon Joonbug, don’t be so jealous. I have a blog for each of you… Do you want to know how many followers I have on my blog about you?”

His expression softened and the tension in his shoulders faded. “…Is it more the 5000?” he asked softly.

Your smile grew “Let me show you!” you slid the tablet out of his hand, but froze when you saw what was on the screen. “…Namjoon!”

“Wow! look at the time! I have to meet Yoongi at the studio!”

This whole time his fit of jealousy was all a diversion to the fact that there was a huge crack on your tablet screen. “So this is what you dropped earlier?!? Nam-”

He stopped the rest of your words with a quick kiss. “ Bye babe! Love you!” he shouted as he ran out the door.

Originally posted by rapnamu


You and Jhope walked along the park path hand in hand and enjoying your ice creams. You heard a ding from your phone and smiled when you found out you got another follower on your sideblog, finally reaching your milestone. “Hobi! My jin blog finally has 1000 followers!” you squealed

He looked back at you with his signature triangle frown.

“why are you frowning? Aren’t you happy for me?”

“It’s a blog about Jin.” His voice was tiny.

“Yes, i just said that.” you laughed

Still his frown stayed

“Why is my sunshine so sad? You have ice ream in your hand it is physically impossible to be sad while eating ice cream!”

He emphasized his pout. Boy, the feelings he was able to convey with that frown.

“Hobi, don’t be jealous. You know i only made that side blog because a deal with jin and he said it was a way to commemorate our one year best-friendship.” 

“So where is the blog about me commemorating our relationship?”

A smirk grew on your face as you went up closer to him. “Well i dont have blog about you but-” you brought your mouth up to his ear. “I know a whole list of things we do to to commemorate  our relationship. Alot of which we did last night.” you whispered.

Jhope cleared his throat. You pulled back to his his frown finally gone an his eyes now alert. 

“…So uh… You make a good point.” his face blushed over the memories he was having in such a public place.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


You and V cuddled on the couch in the midst of your movie date night. However you were too indulged into updating your Suga blog on your laptop instead of paying attention to the movie.

“Babe, can you close that? The light is bothering me.” V mumbled.

“Wait i am almost done.”

Despite your protests, his large hand flew through the air and he shut you laptop screen.

“Tae, the fuck?”

“Let’s watch the movie!”

“Wait. just a few more minutes” you said opening the laptop again.

However, you weren’t able to get much done because V snaked his way through your arms. He rested most of his body on your lap, completely blocking your screen. 

“Tae, what are you doing?” you did your best to hide your annoyance.

“I noticed you were constantly reblogging my arch nemesis so i thought i would relieve your eyes.” he explained as he pulled he pried the computer from your  hands and place it on the floor. 

“Arch nemesis?!? Yoongi is your enemy?!?”

He dropped all his body weights on you and let out a deep sigh.

“Youre heavy babe” you laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“So today, Yoongi rejected my idea to be a part of the next cypher again and then now i see you have a whole blog about him! Now I am losing you to him!” he pouted

“Aw baby, Dont be upset. All of army and I think you deserve to be a part of the next cypher! One of these days Yoongi will break i know it! And baby, about hte blog, it is just a small side blog. Don’t be jealous.”‘

“If it is justa small side blog why bothter to out-” His arms reached for the laptop and he placed it down on his chest. “this comment “OMG Looks at him! I am dying for Yoongi to have this hair back”.

“babe, it is just a commment. You should see the paragraphs when i spam you on my other blog.”

Even in the dark, you could see V’s eyes light up. “You have a blog about me?”

“Of course i do! It is my main blog”

A smile grew on his face at your words.

“Are you still upset? Do you forgive me?”

“…I will only if you do 3 things.”

“And those are?”

“!) stay for an all night movie marathon 2) Give me real cuddles… don’t hold back on any kisses and 3) Delete the Yoongi blog.”

“Aish, you drive a hard bargain.” You laughed. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Deal”

Originally posted by cmtae


You cooked Jimin his late dinner as he sat at the end of the table. He was so tired he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

You cellphone was right next to him, so when it dinged its annoying jingle it startled him awake.

“Chim, can you see what that was?” you asked

“It is an email…you got a new follower… for your rap monster blog.” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he was  upset, his tone gave it away.

When you turned around to take a peek at him, you were right. Yup, not happy” you thought.

“Why do you have a blog about Namjoon?”

“I have had that blog for the longest time. Namjoon was my bias remember?”

“Yeah, but why haven’t you deleted it?” you could practically hear his cute eyebrow furrowing. 

You turned around, again seeing that you correctly predicted his actions. You place the plate in front of him. “Because I have 7000 followers now. Do you know how long it took me to get that many?”

His face softened at your innocent reasoning. “well, if that is the case, i wont beg you to deleted it… Just as long as you slip in a few pictures of me from time to time.” he said with a tired smile

You gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Dont worry baby, I already do!”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


The whole day Jungkook had been following you around your apartment. You began to notice a smirk grow on his face when you even got near your laptop. 

“Ya! What is with you today?”

“Nothing Jagi.” he said with a giggle every time

It wasn’t until it was around time to go to bed that you decided that you would browse tumblr before you fell asleep.

You went to your desk and turned your screen on surprised to find that it was already on the tumblr page. “Weird “ you thought

“From the corer of your eye you could see Jungkook poking his head into the room with a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Babe, serisouly what is going on with you?”

“Nothing” he giggled for the 500th time.

you ignored him and logged on, quickly going to check on your jhope side blog first. to you horror, you blog was not how you last left it. The header was now an image of Jhope distorted face photo-shopped on a horse and the profile picture was replace with one of Jungkook. All the Jhope content was replaced with pictures and video of Jungkook, even some Jungkook scenarios here and there. “What did you do?!?”

“Nothing!” Jungkook laughed as he ran out of the room

“Jungkook! I will kill you!” You practically shouted as you chased after him.

Originally posted by nochuie

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Request: Hey, I was hoping that you could write an imagine for me💙 I was thinking about an sebastian stan x reader where the reader has just become famous and is always talking about their crush on Seb when she was younger, and then he notices and starts having this one night stand type of relationship with the reader, until he starts to have feelings for her. Can the reader be a really ironic, strong and unreliable person at the beginning, who doesn’t believe in true love, that at end falls in love and changes her mind?

A/N: Hiiii, sory for taking so long! I wrote a few other versions of this but decided to settle with this one. Hopefully I made the right choice. There will be a second part, probably quite a few more parts. When is the second one coming? I have no idea. Hope you enjoy reading this!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 4,308

Warnings: none??

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In the Nick of Time (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked: can you do an angsty fic that maybe ENDS with fluff but it’s peter x mj (i’d prefer for it to be mj but you could do reader, and she knows he’s spider-man) and mj gets kidnapped and tortured reallllyy bad (almost dies) and peter almost doesn’t make it in time to save her? (i would prefer for it to end with a lil fluff but you can run with it haha)

Word Count: 2,863 (omg)

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, some torture, blood

A/N: thank you dear anon who requested this, however i’m sorry that it’s not a peter x mj but this is so because I wanted to keep the prompt as accurate as possible and i wanted to stay true to homecoming’s mj and how she ‘doesn’t need to be rescued’ but wow so this turned out longer than expected! I also kept the reader gender neutral so 👍🏼 ayyyyyy. anyway i’m quite proud of how this turned out, even if i haven’t proofread at all (sorry if you see grammar shit)

this is my first angsty fic too, so please feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! ❤️

The branches overflowing with soft leaves bent softly in the cool breeze shaded you as you focused on the book in your lap. The words on the page transported you away from the serene afternoon park setting. So much so that you almost didn’t hear Peter get up from next to you.

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee,” he pointed to the stand that sat yards away. “You want?”

You looked up from your escape. “Uh, yes please!” you replied. How could you possibly pass up an opportunity for free coffee.

“Your usual?”

“You know it,” your head dropped back down to the book as Peter strolled off, and you escaped this reality once again.

As you turned the pages, the plot thickened and a twist was coming. Your eyes flew across the pages faster and faster, you yearning to find out what would happen next. You grabbed the corner of the page to reveal—

Something clamped over your mouth. You stiffened, eyes shot wide with alarm, jarred back to reality. Dropping your book, your hands clawed at an arm. You tasted faint sweetness from the wet cloth over your mouth as your screams caught in your throat. Your legs thrashed this way and that as you struggled to wriggle from the sturdy grasp. The world started to darken and your eyelids grew lead heavy. You felt oddly tired, and you realized the wet on the cloth was probably some kind of sedative. Panicking, you searched for Peter through your faded vision. You tried to turn towards the kiosk to see if he was still there. Could he see what was going on? Did he know what was happening? Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Surely someone could see this. Why was nobody helping? Why now? Why me of all— The questions stopped racing through your head as the world faded to black.

Peter was rocking back and forth on his feet waiting for the coffee, when he felt the hairs on his arm stand up. An odd feeling washed over him. Brows furrowed, he swiveled to look back to the tree you had been reading under. His stomach dropped at the sight of a book laying open and the jacket that had been draped over your legs. Peter saw a flash of your red converse disappear behind an battered off-white van hastily parked on the street near the tree. NO! he thought. He ignored the barista calling his name, and instead took off for the van.

“(Y/N)!” Peter screamed. He leapt over a park bench, hardly slowing down. The van peeled away, Peter in hot pursuit. He realized, however, that he couldn’t very well just go chasing after in his current state. Cursing, he briskly fired a tracker at the van, then sprinted towards his apartment.

How could I let this happen? he thought. He was always careful not to reveal his identity when he was out fighting crime. And he was positive that no one had seen you and Spiderman together. Maybe it was random? Maybe it wasn’t because you knew he was Spiderman. But he still felt the guilt gnawing away at his heaving chest.

As soon as Peter got to his room, he threw his suit on and checked the tracker. The van was crossing Brooklyn bridge, headed for Manhattan. He leapt out his bedroom window and swung, hoping he could catch up to it before it stopped. He tried to push the fact that his lungs were burning and his breath felt like fire in his throat out of his mind. He tried to ignore any fears and ‘what if’s that nagged in the back of his head. He only focused on one thing: that he would save you.

Your eyelids felt as heavy as your bag the day before finals. As you struggle to lift them, you felt your wrists squeezed between arm rests and tightly wrapped duct tape. From the way your feet were tingling and slightly numb, you guessed the same had been done to them too. You panicked when you realized you couldn’t open your mouth, and for a second forgot how to breathe. Remembering you had a nose, you started to inhale deeply but quietly, trying to slow your rapid heartbeat.

As you tilted your head up, you glanced around. You were in some abandoned warehouse. How typical. Yellow-tinged windows lined the top of all the brick walls, their hue deepened by the sunset-colored sky. Metal platforms stretched overhead, reaching along and across the interior. On the floor a few feet away from you was a table of instruments.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Terror clinched your chest. Questions began racing through your head once more.

Shit shit shit shit. This can’t be about Peter right? I haven’t told anyone! And there’s no way we’ve been seen together when he’s Spiderman… right? It’s still light out so I haven’t been out long, I think. But still, how long has it been? Does Peter know? Is he coming? Is anyone coming? Oh God, what are they gonna do?! Who are ‘they’?!

As if to answer your question, a truck swerved in through the open gate and screeched to a halt. Five men got out, all wearing masks and shabby all-black clothing. Two walked over to the gate and began to close it. One walked past you, you turned back to see him post guard by a back door. The other two men strolled to the table, and you stiffened in the chair. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Your knuckles became white as you clutched the arm rests. You slowly inhaled, careful not to make it obvious, as you repeated in your mind: Don’t. Give. Up. Peter.

The shorter of the two men by the table approached you slowly. He glared down at you, smirking slightly, “You’re probably wondering why you’re here, aren’t ya?” You didn’t dare move. “Well,” he sighed, “a little birdie told a little bird who told me that you’ve been seen with that Spider hero dude.” He reached down and ripped the tape off your mouth. Well looks like I won’t need to wax that, you thought as the stinging brought tears to your eyes.

But I fuckin’ knew it! you thought. Of course it’s about Peter, er, Spiderman. You looked at the ground, “Haven’t a lot of people?”

The man chuckled through his mask, “Ah yes, yes. You’re not wrong.” He backed up to the table and picked up a small metal knife. Your breath hitched. “However,” he strolled forward, “you have been seen with him on multiple accounts, young miss.” He squat down in front of you, “So, one can only assume you two’s be knowin’ each other.” The light caught the metal as he spun it between his pointer and thumb.

“Now,” he continued, “I hate to ruin your day any further—it did look like you were enjoying it quite a bit earlier—” Your eyes blazed with anger. “So why don’t you just tell me the name of this fellow, and we’ll be on our merry way?”

Part of you wanted to just make up a name. You knew they weren’t leaving without a name that you weren’t intending to give. But what if someone actually had that name? You’d have just put a target on their back. Stall, (Y/N), just stall. Peter’s coming. I’m sure of it.

“Can I ask why?” you carefully asked.

“Why?” the man repeated.

“Y-y-yeah… Why?” you restated. “I mean why do you want to know his name? You know? Like why not just catch him when he’s out and about doing his, uh, his Spidey stuff?”

“Ahhhh, good point, little miss,” you cringed at his reply. “See, this Spider guy, he messed with some people whom I consider good people, good friends in fact. Well this Spider guy completely ruined their business, even got a few of ‘em sent downtown. Which, well, they weren’t too happy with that, now were they? So—” he shrugged, “—they tell me how they got in there, and how they want this Spider guy fixed up. Eye for an eye kinda thing, ya know? So me being a good friend and all, I say ‘yeah’.

“So you’re gonna ruin his business then send him to jail?”

“No, nonono. More like, hurt him by hurting those he cares about, then send him six-feet under, that kinda thing.”

Breathe you told yourself as dread took ahold of your body. “That doesn’t sound like a very fair ‘eye for an eye’ kinda thing…”

“Quit stallin’, little miss, just give me the name.”

“But what if I don’t know his name?” you challenged, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.

“‘Scuse me?”

For the millionth time that day, your heart dropped. “I mean, like, yeah I’ve met Spiderman a few times, but, I… I don’t know his name. Like behind the mask. That guy. The guy behind the mask’s name. I don’t know it,” you stammered as smoothly as possible. Good going, idiot. There’s no way that sounded convincing.

The man in front of you slowly nodded his head. “I see…” he responded. He stood up. “Well, young miss, that’s quite alright. Not your fault.” The calm tone in his voice caused you to not be so. “But seeing as he’s quite familiar with you…” Quick as lightning, his hand shoved the knife in the crook of your elbow. You yelped, gasping as the sharp pain throbbed up your right bicep. Shaking, you looked down, trying to register the silver jutting out parallel to your forearm. Your assailant bent down until he was eye level with you. Without moving your head, your eyes glared up at him, furious and fearful. “A little birdie also told me he has super-hearing. So we’ll just draw him here with your screams, how’s about that, little miss?”

Peter was in Harlem when he heard the first scream. Even from miles away, he was able to pick it up, and there was no missing it. When he heard it, he faltered, forgetting for a moment to shoot a web. He fell onto a rooftop, but didn’t even register that pain. The only pain he felt was the guilt and the panic eating away at his chest. He knew it was his fault. The pain he heard was because of him. And it didn’t stop there.

The screams continued as Peter raced with a new fervor. Every time he heard it, he grit his teeth to keep from crying out himself. He flew through Harlem, over the river, through Bronx. Even though he was growing closer and closer to that blinking red dot, the outcries ate away at him more and more.

As you drew in a sharp, shallow breath, you could feel the blood gurgling deep in your throat. With every inhale, the blade in your stomach seemed to dig deeper and deeper. Your heart was racing so fast, like never before. You felt blood dripping down your shin, gluing your shirt to your abdomen, seeping down your arm. Your hair was matted all over your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, to release your anguish somehow; but you couldn’t do anything but focus on the pain.

You could barely keep your eyes open. All you wanted to do was to sleep. Maybe you could just sleep the pain away. The conscious part of you told you not to; that that would be the end. But most of you didn’t even care. You just wanted sleep.

Just as your eyes closed, you heard a crash that sounded worlds away. You winced as gunshots echoed throughout the warehouse. A blurry figure approached you.

“(Y/N),” it murmured. You forced your eyes open, of which they stayed for only a second, but that was all you needed.

“Peter,” you breathed.

“I’m so sorry,” he sniffed. The bounds were ripped off your wrists and ankles, and Peter’s arms slid under your body. You whimpered, as the slightest movement sent waves of agony throbbing through your entire body. Timidly, he removed his arms and you felt his gloved hands cradling your lolling head.

“I’m so so so sorry, (Y/N),” he repeated. “Mr. Stark is coming, I called him a while ago, so he should be here soon. God, I am so sorry—” his voice cracked as he tried to choke back a sob. Warm tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was biting his lip so hard. All he could think was this was his fault. You were dying because of him.

“No,” you whispered. “No no no… Peter it’s… it’s not your fault…” you drifted off closing your eyes.

“No nonononononono, hey, hey, stay with me, (Y/N). Please, please. Don’t close your eyes just yet, lo—look at me. Hey hey hey! Yeah that’s it just look at me—”

“Shhh,” you breathed. Your eyes fluttered, “I just…” you sighed, “I just wanna sleep, Peter—”

“NO!” Peter cried, desperate. “No, no, you can’t. Not yet, ok?” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It’s warmth spread down to your cheeks, and you let out a sigh. He stroked your right cheek with his thumb. “Just… just uh… just wait for Mr. Stark to get here, ok?”

“Tell him to hurry up,” you mumbled. The only thing you could feel was the jabbing in your stomach and Peter’s hands on your cheeks, and it was getting increasingly harder to even occasionally blink, much less keep your eyes fully open.

“He—He’s here! He’s here, (Y/N)! Just a little longer, ok? Please—hey hey! Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice rose pitches higher as a low-tuned roaring drew closer.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You heard the word Stark and you relaxed. Your head went completely limp in Peter’s hands as you drifted off into the sleep you had so craved.

Shockingly bright light slowly seeped in your sight as you blinked awake. You gradually took in the view of the hospital room, and finally noticed the mound of soft brown curls laying next to your right hand. A soft chuckle escaped your mouth, immediately followed by a sharp jab just below your ribs. You winced, taking note to breathe much more carefully. You gingerly brought your fingers up and wove them through the fluffy mass. Slowly, Peter shifted his head to look up at you, confused at first, but then delightedly surprised. He shot up, leaning forward in his chair.

“H—Hey, hi!” he grinned. “How you feeling?”

Your cheeks lifted slightly as you felt a soft smile plaster itself on your face. Seeing him this happy was one of the greatest things to wake up to. Even if you could see the tinge of worry behind those beautiful coffee-colored eyes.

“I’m ok,” you sighed. “Hurts to breathe, to move, to pretty much exist right now, but uh… yeah. I’m ok.”

Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I—” he began.

“No, no, Peter,” you cut him off. “Don’t start with the ‘I’m sorry’s again please? You don’t have to be sorry cuz it wasn’t your fault, alright?” You hissed, voice hoarse, “You’re the one who came for me, who wanted to help me.”

Peter wrung his hands together, “But I—”

You shakily reached down to grab his hands; you could still feel the knife right in the bend of your elbow. “Peter, please. If not for yourself then do this for me,” you laced your fingers through his, eyes pleading to his own. “Don’t kick yourself for this, ok? I will heal, I’ll be fine. We’ll be more careful when you’re out there, make sure no one sees us together, but—”

“See?! It was my fault!” Peter cried. His hands went limp against your own. “This… we can’t…”

“Stop, Peter. I already know where you’re going with this. You’re not gonna bail on me just to ‘protect me’ and crap, alright? Sure, maybe I can’t be seen hanging out with Spiderman as often, but that sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop hanging out with my best friend!”

Peter sighed a deep sigh, “I’m still sorry, though. I feel like I need to do something but I dunno what I can do.”

You gazed at him for a moment, appreciating his worried brows and concerned eyes. Mustering as much strength and effort as you could, you scoot yourself to the left, huffing for a moment as you felt all the pain return back and worse than ever. You nodded your head to the space next to you, “You can just sit here and chill with me.”

Peter slid onto the bed, not once letting go of your hand. You let your head rest on his shoulder, and he let his rest on your head. You both lay there, breathing even, hearts calm, hands intertwined, feeling comfortable and safe with your best friend firmly next to you.

The nurse who came into your room for a routine check in was greeted with the sight of two teenagers fast asleep, faint but tired smiles adorning both faces.

In Time: Dean x Reader Soulmate AU Part 2

In Time-Part 2   >>>>  READ PART 1 HERE!
Rating: T
Warnings: Talk of Suicide.
Word Count: 1800

AN:  So I had this rolling around in my head when I was looking soulmate AU prompts.  I hope you like it.  If you would please leave feedback, I would greatly appreciate it!   For @imgoldielikehawn, cause she’s awesome and so supportive!  Thanks girl!  Let me know if you want to be tagged! Also thank you so much for 455 hundred followers! Ekkkkk. I’m so excited. 

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“No matter where I went, I always knew my way back to you. You are my compass star.” - Diana Peterfreund

You hummed along to your mom’s favorite song, ‘Coat of Many Colors’, as the music flooded through the house.  It had been a few hours since Dean and Sam had left and you were feeling anxious.  Which was strange as you hadn’t really felt anything but a void since you had passed away.  You glanced at the clock on the living room wall and it read 10 p.m.  Glancing at your mother, who sat on the living room couch, you sighed in discontentment when you found her drinking.  

There was a flicker from the other side of the room and you turned to stare.  Standing there a tall dark figure- darker than the even the blackness of the lightless livingroom.  You swallowed hard when you felt an ominous feeling creep inside you.  The figured seemed to spread out towards your mother like a long shadow on a sunny day.  It’s long arms finally reaching to her feet- your eyes widen in horror as it started to grab her.

“Mom! LOOK OUT!” You cried as you moved towards her.  The figure seemed to jerk away at your voice.  Your mother too seemed to hear your cry as her head turns toward you.  Your eyebrows furrowed together as she stared at the empty space behind you.

“Y/N?”  She questioned softly as her eyes never left that spot.  You were about to call out to her again, but the memory of the presences sent you reeling.  Your eyes scanned the room and found nothing- you sighed in relief.   Turning your attention back to your mother, you noticed that she had gotten up from the couch and was now standing where you had been earlier.  You quietly walked over to her and reached out your hand.  You gasped when your hand landed on her shoulder instead of passing through.  Your mother whipped around as she clutched her hand to her chest.  

“Mom…” You whispered expectantly, but only got silence in reply.  You move quickly out of the way as she headed towards the other side of the room to switch on a light.  You noticed that she was shaking and rubbing her arms.  She plucked a business card out of her pocket and reached for her cell phone.  Your ears perked up when the familiar sound of Dean’s voice  rang from the phone and spread through your being like warm honey.  

“Agent Brooks…  I know you told me to call you if anything strange happened and well…  Well I could haven sworn I heard my daughter calling out to me…  Then I felt someone touch my shoulder and room got very cold. I think something is here with me….   Ten minutes? Ok. Yes, that’s fine.  That’s fine.  Alright.  Thank you.”   She said before hanging up.  You felt an odd sensation go through you and you turned again to the corner where the figure had been.  Though you found nothing there, you couldn’t help but feel like something was watching you.  

Shaking away that feeling, you turned to follow your mother into the kitchen where she was busying herself making tea.  A short time later, there was a knocking at the door and felt an oddly warm sensation radiate throughout you.  You reached up to smooth your hands over your hair as the door opened to relieve Dean.  His eyes were automatically searching for you and he looked please when they found you standing behind your mother.  At that point, your mother had caught onto what he was doing and looked behind her.

“She’s here isn’t she?  My daughter?  You can see my daughter?”  Your mother asked as she looked around the room in a vain attempt to see you.  Dean turned his gaze towards her and away from you.  

“Ah, yes…  I can see her and she is here.  In fact, she’s right in front of you.”  He said gently.  Your mother’s hand went out to grip the air and your hand came up to meet yours.  Her eyes widen in surprise when she felt your fingers ghost over her own.  

“Y/N… Sweetie?”  She muttered as tears brimmed in her eyes.  You smiled before looking to Dean.  

“Dean…  Can you help me talk to her?  I need her to know that I would never leave her like that.”  You whispered as you gripped your mother’s had.  

“Yeah…”  Dean stated as a grim look came over his features.  Your eyebrows furrowed together at his expression.  

“Are you ok?”  You asked him as you peered around at him.  He cleared his throat and nodded before telling your mother that you wanted to talk to her.

The three of you sat in the living room as you desperately attempted to touch her hand again, but couldn’t seem to make it work.  You groaned in frustration as you gestured to Dean and he gave you a shrug of the shoulders.  You sighed in defeat before turning your attention back to your mother.

“Agent Brooks… If I can still call you that…  How are you able to see my daughter?”  Your mother sighed as she reached for her beer.  She had offered Dean one and you had been amused when he had struggled to stay in FBI character mode.  You just had a feeling that he was a beer kind of guy.  

“To be honest ma’am, I’m not quite sure why I’m the only one that can see her.  Most ghosts can appear to anyone, but your daughter seems to be only visible to me.”  

“Most ghosts?”  Your mother asked with an inflection in her voice at the word ghosts.  You suddenly burst into a fit of giggles when you remember you mother’s intense fear of anything horror.  She was learning that those things were real and you knew that she’d be sleeping with all the lights on tonight.   Dean’s eyes landed on you and he smiled.

“You’re daughter has a beautiful laugh.”  He said with a chuckle.  

There he went again, flirting with the dead girl.  You rolled your eyes hard at him and shook your head.  This Winchester guy was a real piece of work….  Even if you had to admit you liked him flirting with you.

“Stuff it, Winchester!  We’re here for you talk to my mother for me.  Not for you to get your jollies from a dead chick!”  You barked at him- he only seemed to smile more when you said that.

“Well, I can’t help it when you look so beautiful when you laugh.”  He said with a suddenly cocky grin.  You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose.  This man would have been the death of you if you weren’t already dead.   You looked over to your mother when she let out a hearty laugh.

“Agent Brooks, are you flirting with the ghost of my daughter?”  She asked between her rounds of laughter.   Dean looked at her sheepishly before answering.

“She was a beautiful girl….  There’s just something about her.  I feel like I’ve met her before.”  He sighed and your eyes widen.  The warm feeling you got from Dean made more sense now.  It was like you had met each other before this.  You shook your head as you didn’t want to bother with those thoughts again.  You were dead and that couldn’t be changed.  A connection with Dean didn’t mean you would marry him.  The only thing that needed to matter was that your mother knew that you didn’t commit suicide.

“Dean…  Please tell my mom that I love her and I would never leave her like that….  At least, not on perhaps…”   Dean nodded to you as the air seemed to become somber.  You bit your lip to keep the tears from flowing freely.

“She wants you to know that she loves you and that she didn’t kill herself.”  Dean said softly as he turned his eyes to your mother.  You watched as your mother’s face crumpled at the news.  Tears slipped down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands.  You moved your hand out and ghosted it over her hair.  You smiled when it made contact there.  Your mother’s head jerked up at the feeling and gave Dean a questioning look.

“Is that her?  Is she beside me?”  

“Yes.  She’s there beside you. On your right.”  He answered quietly.   She turned in that directions and reached out her hand again.  You quickly took her hand in your own.

“Oh my sweet, girl.  I knew that you would never leave me like that.  You were always my happy, loving, adventurous baby.  And how I miss you.”  She said with a soft smile.  You gave her hand a squeeze for reassurance before returning back to Dean.

You and your mother spent the next few hours reminiscing through Dean.  He had enjoyed learning more about you: from your love of baking, or the time you broke your arm in second grade, and down to the story of your first beer.  There had been some sort of biting jealousy when you had talked about an old boyfriend that had broken your heart.  He couldn’t help but feel that if he had only met you before then there might have been something between you both.  

Your mother gasped when she noticed that it was nearly one in the morning.  She smiled at Dean sincerely before standing up from the couch.

“Agent Brooks, I have taken up enough of your time…”

Dean shook his head before she could finish.  “All part of the job.  Plus your daughter really is the prettiest ghost I have ever met.”  He said with a chuckle.  Your mother laughed and walked over to pat his shoulder.

“It’s too bad that you never got to met, Y/N while she was alive.  I think you two would have really hit it off.  You’re a good guy and that’s what my daughter needed after that snake in the grass Vincent.”  She sighed before gesturing for Dean to follow her.  You watched with interest as she went to the table in the hall and pulled out something.  You moved so that you were peering around Dean to see.  It was the manuscript for your first novel.

“Here.  I want you to have this.  It’s the manuscript for her novel.  She had a real talent.”  

Dean hesitated before letting his fingers grip the thick stack of papers.  He looked at your mother straight in the eyes as if to ask if she was sure.

“Take it.  I feel like she would want you to have it.”  She said as she patted his hand.  Dean nodded before turning to you.  

“Should I?”  He said to asked permission from you.  You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding.  There was suddenly an odd aching feeling in your core.  An aching to share the most intimate parts of yourself with him.  Those parts that were painfully and beautifully reflected in that book.  The aching flared out and into your being as you realized you would never be able to share yourself any other way with him.  The sudden rush of emotions made you burst forward and enveloped him in a hug.  You buried your face in his chest as the ache sent a harrowing reality through you.  You’d never see him again once he was finished with this case.   

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In the middle of my conversation with a remarkably attractive girl, I saw her, my not-so-lovely-but-still-lovely-ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Of all the parties in every millimeter of LA, did (Y/N) have to come right to the one I was at?

A smirk appeared on my face, of course she had to. Was probably going to any party with the mere hope of meeting me.

My brain begged for my eyes to check her out, and I let it. Focusing on her to study that body completely known by my lips. Fuck, how I missed her soft skin, her lips, her ironic gaze, all of her.

A red dress framed her body. Red. This had always been her favorite color, and it had followed her in the painting of her lips, and I noticed as she ran her hand through her hair carefully on her big fingernails that had scratched my back so many times.

My future one-night-stand continued to blab about dogs, bananas, college or whatever she was talking about. I nodded as I heard a brief pause, automatically assuming she had asked something.

I could try to remember her name, go back to the conversation and get a great night. However, my attention, and excitement, was directed at someone completely different. Too late, girl with no name.

I spent 10 seconds trying to find the girl who had vanished from my sight like smoke in the overcast sky, no sucess yet. Finally, I saw (Y/N) next to me, her usual wry smile on her lips. My icy heart tended to melt just a little at the sight of her, and I let out a grunt in denial. (Y/N) had chosen to do away with it, I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I was being strong, holding my feelings as close to my throat as possible, never letting them pass and show. She didn’t deserve this, and I certainly didn’t deserve it.

“Yet without subtlety on looking at me, Sebastian.”

Dieu es une femme.” I smiled a half-moon smile, showered with shared irony, taking care of my features when reciting an old saying. “And she wears red.” Added.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, but she was too proud to let the conversation end here and lose our little game. I knew it, and so did she.

“I bet it this red which gotcha your attention ever since I put my feet in. And not…” She gave Amber a disgusted look — oh, I did remember her name! — who was standing with arms crossed looking at the scene with a hilarious and indicative aspect of fury.

(Y/N) was right about that, the red of Amber’s overdressed dress was dull and just tightened her body to the point of letting me wonder if she really could breathe right in that. While (Y/N)’s was perfect for her.

In the past, (Y/N) considered me perfect for her. Would she throw the dress off too?

An ironic laugh floated through the air around me, making Amber think I was laughing at her and not the sadistic humor inside my head, which made her go away.

“You’re still sweet with women.”

“Says the girl who dumped me for no reason.” Ignoring the strange mixture of feelings that the person next to me was causing, I continued to converse in an ironic tone before an argument began. “By the way, how’s it you going to every LA party just to try and find me at one?”

I couldn’t decide if I hated or loved the laughter she gave.

“I think you’re deluding yourself a little too much, Smythe.” Irony had not abandoned her since the second she arrived. “I’m just having fun.”

“You throw dirt on my name so that I’d call you is a synonym for fun?” I shot (Y/N), staring at her seriously. Her light expression faltered, and I smiled. “Well, it looks like I’m not so deluded like that, món bébé.” I said her nickname in a wicked tone, but even so, those two little words rolled out of my tongue easier than I’d like to admit.

“I didn’t say bad things about you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, regaining a defensive posture. “I just didn’t speak good.”

I raised my eyebrow at that, about to give an answer, until I realized I didn’t have one.

(Y/N) was just standing there, staring at me after she’d said something remotely offensive. The small wrinkles on her forehead and her close eyebrows as she frowned declared that she was suprised by me still quiet waiting me to say something.

And I wanted to say.

I wanted to scream at her, wanted her to feel bad about what she did, wanted her to suffer. At the same time, I wanted to kiss her and make her mine again, remind her of how that was. I wanted (Y/N) to apologize, I wanted to love her.
And, in the last weeks, all I’ve been trying to do is not to love (Y/N). I used to think that loving someone was exhausting, but to stop loving is even worse.

Which made me sound completely stupid, like Lady Hummel. So I would never let those feelings and thoughts go into the outside world.

I was living well in my own hell, ruled by my only one.

And suppressing it all.

Because (Y/N) didn’t deserve for me to be sad, and I didn’t deserve to be bad for her. (Y/N) broke up with me because of her stupid jealous paranoia. Even if we came back, that would never change. Neither would I change my possessiveness.

We were made to go wrong.

But now, looking into her eyes, I wondered how something destined not to work could give me so many foolish feelings.

‘Cause I still didn’t answer - maybe, after all this time, I’d finally found my breaking point - and (Y/N) was watching me.

And she did the most beautiful and contradictory thing she could do; She smiled sweetly at me.

“You…” I tried to think of something to curse her, make her ill or make her quarrel with me, anything but what my tongue was begging for a chance to speak. 

“You’re the most complicated girl in the world.” I sighed in withdrawal, that was better than my subconscious wanted to do.

“And you’re the most arrogant guy in the world.” Again, (Y/N) was not going to make it cheap, of course, just like me. “But that’s why we’re good together, I guess.”

Fine, that had been like a shot and a straight ticket to paradise at the same time. Like Kurt in mute, but learning signal’s language.

“I… I’m sorry… I had a stupid crisis of jealousy. I miss you.” Before I could take it that (Y/N) had jumped her pride, my body waved goodbye to my conscious part and let my feelings pick up the reins: my lips were kissing hers hungrily.

Her thin arms curled around my neck, pulling me closer, our bodies making a dull thump as they collided.

Fuck, I’ve missed that.

I invaded (Y/N)’s mouth without asking permission, touching her tongue with mine aggressively. (Y/N) didn’t seem to care about that, about the contrary: the way her mouth contracted against my lips pointed out that she had let out a low moan, and that was what she needed to turn me on.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered against her lips in frustration, giving up restraining myself. I raised my head, leaving us face to face. Her victory was clear, I was an addict and needed my delicious drug.

“Just what you’re doing to me.” Before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, I was already pushing her into the bathroom by the wrist. I quickly locked the door as she checked the place to make sure there was no audience.

I approached (Y/N), agilely laying her over the ceramic sink. My lips followed trail down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting the place, aware that it would leave marks on her (Y/S/C) skin later.

And I wanted those marks, so that everyone would see that she belonged to me, even if only for one night.

Her legs wrapped around my body pulled me closer, making my lower parts touch hers over our clothes. It caused me a growl and a strong bite on her neck, which made her moan loudly.

I quickly pulled myself away from her and opened the zipper of her red dress, that dress was a karma. And as I threw the piece of cloth on the floor, I realized that his whole body was my own karma.

(Y/N)’s small hands took off my shirt, and her cold fingers began the known journey on my skin, leaving a sort of electric ray through the parts she passed as my hands felt her straight curves.

“I want to prove you.” I stared (Y/N), capturing the moment her irises darkened and her pupils dilated, (Y/N)’s body language giving the confirmation I needed, but not the one I wanted. “Do you want it, babe?” I ran my fingers down her skin, noticing (Y/N)’s ragged breath. “Hmm …” I murmured as I touch (Y/N)’s intimacy over her panties. “You’re wet, why?” I kept moving my fingers over her outstretched panties, expecting her to say something, but I just got groans. I sighed in a false discontent, pushing the panties aside with one finger and shoving another inside her. “You have to tell me that, doll face. Or…” I moved my finger inside (Y/N) and she let out a moan, but I pulled it out quickly, pulling away from her then.

“Sebastian Smythe!” (Y/N) exclaimed angrily, I bet she would kill me if she found the strength to stand up.

“You have to tell me, (Y/N), why are you so wet?” I smirked, wanting to hear her words.

“I’m like this because you did it to me, Sebastian. And I need you to just come and work it out!” (Y/N) admitted in an angry tone and I laughed, approaching her again. I got to my knees as I played in her pussy with my fingers, loving how wet it felt.

“You want me to go down on you, princess?” I put one more fingers in, making her body arch. “Do you want me to prove you?” She gasped.



“What?” (Y/N) stared at me, and I smiled as I met her eyes.

“Beg.” I smirked, (Y/N) would never beg for anything, except this. What made me more excited and need for her words. “Now.” As I caressed her clit with my thumb. She let out a wailing groan, making me smirked even more.

“Please, Seb!” She cried like music to my ears. “I need you, I need you to make me cum. I need you to go down and make me yours.

“Good girl.” I smiled contentedly, then headed down into it. I placed my tongue inside one of my favorite parts on her body, delighting in the precum there. I kept licking it hungrily until (Y/N) was close. I added a finger, two inside her, which made her body tremble. I continued to delight myself there for another minute. 

Feeling my hair being pulled by (Y/N)’s hands as her legs opened and my head was pushed against my particular paradise.

Determined to end her pleasurable pain, I licked (Y/N)’s clit as I thrust four fingers into her, (Y/N) screamed and, before she came, I turned my mouth to the place it belonged, swalling every drop of her taste, the best taste in the hole world.

(Y/N) never need to warn me when she was about to come, I always knew.

“I hope you’re not tired.” I said after a few seconds of just hearing her breath catching. (Y/N),smiled at me as I licked my lower lip, which still had the taste of her.

“I’m always ready for you, love.”


Those two syllables together caused an earthquake inside me. She couldn’t call me that anymore. We were not even close to loving each other.

She wasn’t even close to loving me.

All the anger and frustration ran through my veins faster than my blood. How could (Y/N) have played so low?

I felt confused, deceived, angry, sad and yet in love. Love fucked me, and I had to discount those feelings somehow.

You’re not coming home with me tonight.” Stated the obvious to (Y/N), staring at her treacherous eyes. Her expression dropped, and a part of me felt pleasure to at least give a taste of the pain I was feeling to the girl in front of me, in counterpoint, another part just wanted to hug her and forget what had happened.
How did I get myself like this? She messed up my life, and I allowed it.

“Sebastian, I…” I started to open my jeans and take off my shoes with my feet. My boner was starting to hurt, screaming for attention.

“You what, (Y/N)? You love me?” I laughed in irony as she lowed her head. But, of course, (Y/N) continued (Y/N), which meant that she got it up the same two seconds later, ready to reply.

“It was a mistake, Sebastian, I already apologized, you know I never meant for that to happen.” I finally got off all my clothes, though (Y/N) refused to look at my body, determined to prove her point of view.

“Maybe.” I smirked, approaching her. “But, doll face…” I gripped her waist at the same time as I pushed my body forward, entering hard and fast inside her. (Y/N) screamed in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, quickly finding support on my shoulders and squeezing them. Just being inside her gave me a increditable pleasure. “You never wanted my heart, either.” I hit her once more deeply, receiving her yelling groan as my only answers. Her hand found my back in a dance known for both of us. “You just want attention.” I waited three seconds, my heart pounding in my chest for the situation and the burning desire that her smart mouth would deny my words, but she didn’t.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) didn’t deny her non-love for me.

I tightened my grip on her waist with even more strength, my hips moving accurately fast, making us both moan loudly between our lips. Her fingernails, as expected, scraped my pale back without mercy and I kissed her mouth in a continual anguished despair. One of my hands traveled to her boobs, playing with her nipple, which made (Y/N) sigh and arch her hip even more toward my cock. As I returned my kisses to (Y/N)’s neck, in a way too long for the good of the two, I felt her perfume against my nose; Regret, sweet and strong at the same instant.

Finally, I reached her breast, letting my other hand squeeze one while I used my mouth and tongue to play with the other. The groans that came from (Y/N)’s mouth were more than obscene, making me hard than I already was.

Pulling away from her boobs, I found myself in need of feel her mouth against mine again, but (Y/N)’s refused to turn from my my shoulder, giving small bites and quick kisses toward my neck.

I knew what she was doing. (Y/N) always had something for my freckles, she loved kissing each one of them, and her favorite was on my neck.

She reached her goal, making me sigh as I felt her bite followed by a suck in one of the most visible places in my body. (Y/N) has always loved marking her territory.

I had to come, now. I felt it in my particules, I needed it more than I needed oxygen, I had to release my anger and anguish somehow, before they took over my whole body like a snake venom.

Started to run my finger down her clit as I captured her lips, moving my hips in sync with hers.

“That’s what you expected, wasn’t it?” Growled angrily against her inviting lips, sucking her bottom lip before she could answer me. I increased the rhythm of my hips and rubbed (Y/N)’s clit more, looking at her contorted face of pleasure that second, and that was enough to make me come inside her.

The cry of deliverance that (Y/N) gave next reminded me of when she was mine.

And that she would never be again.

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request: i am so happy you’re writing imagines again and omg i LOVE jughead so much fml. can i request one where the reader is close to everyone and she likes jughead and wants him to ask her out but he never does so she goes out with archie instead? 

pairing: reader x jughead jones 

a/n: first jughead request omg. I hope this will be alright, and I was also listening to Perfect by Ed Sheeran on constant repeat while writing this because that song just puts me in the most romantic mood. Also Spring Fling is a name of a dance we used to have every year at my school so I just added that in because I couldn’t think of any other name. Enjoy! 

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170409 Got7 Mini fan meeting

Mark uses these from Olive Young

And buys the mask by the boxes

Yugyeom said he likes Crayon Shin-Chan and Doraemon the best
YG: i dont watch it anymore but Bambam still watches it hes a baby

Jackson said when he was young when he watched Pokemon he like Golbat the most

JB said he’s happiest when he gets a text from the delivery guy saying that he left a package at the security office

Bambam wants another piercing (Helix area) but he cant cuz of the in-ear
he wants to get one more piercing

Fan told Jackson
You’re my star You’re the best
in Chinese
JS: in Chinese it means star but it also means gorilla

Fan got flustered and Jackson wrote
“To me you’re also my star” in Chinese

Fan told Bambam that Wiz Khalifa is having a concert in Korea
and Bambam said he really wants to go

F: Jackson what perfume do you use?
JS: My body naturally has a good scent ^^

Jackson uses Dolce and Gabbana perfume
Fan: the perfume u used yesterday smells so good
Jackson puts out his neck for the fan to smell

JB said that he likes the smell of natural body scent

JB said that he puts on perfume thats made of wood and that he doesnt know the name cuz he doesnt put on perfume often

Fan: It’s true that ur the model for Pepsi?
JS: yes
Fan: Est or Pepsi? 1 2 3
JS: Cola
Fan: no (asked again)
JS: Cola~

Fan told Jinyoung that he looked handsome with the choker today

Jinyoung said he didn’t want to do it

F: Have you put on lenses before?
JY: I really don’t want to do that
F: what about dying ur hair?
JY: I need to think about that

JB said if you see it analytically he doesn’t have any thoughts on doing a ‘sweet’ concept
cuz of age~

Mark and Bambam both weighs 60kg
Mark weighed himself in the jungle

Yugyeom said he like sweet scent
F: then do you not like sweet concept?
YG: I like salty concept better i cant do cute things on stage

F: Jackson what perfume do you use?
JS: My body naturally has a good scent ^^

F: the flower got discouraged cuz Jinyoung looks prettier
JY to the flower: ur a loser! loser!

Fan prepared flowers for the boys but Jinyoung’s flower wilted a bit

Jackson said when he was young when he watched Pokemon he like Golbat the most

Yugyeom said he likes Crayon Shin-Chan and Doraemon the best
YG: i dont watch it anymore but Bambam still watches it hes a baby

JB: I did get a tattoo here (taps chest) just joking
JY: lets see it (tries to take off JB’s clothes)

Mark saying that he had the ahgabong on all the time in the jungle but when he came back to Korea the battery ran out

BB: Mark hyung it was the fans that was lighting it up for u

YG: Mark’s anger is gettting released lately

Mark did 실화냐? Jackson drew a turtle and wrote Wang’s wife

MK: i have a tattoo right here (chest) i have ahgases right in my heart

YJ: my signature 3 the one that i drew on the ipad with a ruler so it’s straight

BB: Mark hyung you have a tattoo *taps calf*

YG: but for our last stage all 7 of us was there so it was definately different

YG: personally i was a bit sad cuz one person was gone and then when he came another person was gone

BB: we will have international schedules so we might not have time to see kfans for awhile

Bambam saying that he thought this promotion was more fun than Hard Carry

YJ: it felt like ahgases were growing

YJ: i enjoyed this activity because comparing the first and last stage we can see how more people came to see us

Jinyoung saying that he can see how much they grew during this triology

JY: I think that after doing this trilogy we need some time to prepare for the next album we might do solo activities butBut activities with all 7 of us might be in awhile
YG: but i think we will come back this year

MK: I went thru so much hard time in the jungle
JB: i saw Mark shirtless in the shower after he came back and got buff
MK: JB is lying

MK: there is no reason for me to gain weight cuz i wasnt able to eat much in the jungle

Jackson: everyone during this promotion i was sick i wasnt able to take care of my body and mental health  i always told u guys to take care of ur health but i learned that health is the most important during this time

Mark: Jackson don’t be sick

JB really doesn’t want a boyfriend concept again

 Jackson said that, along with ‘dan’ (sweet) and ‘jjan’ (salty) concepts they also have ‘sseun’ (bitter) like SSI hahahaha

Bambam: should we do yaja time (talking informally)
JS: u do that all the time
JB: if u pick that im the one who should talk informally to u

YJ: oh i like this “Lim Jaebum aegyo for 1 min”

JS: some of these arent even questions they are commands “Dance”

Jackson telling the members to pick a post it again
YJ: we pick again?
JS: this is QnA

Jinyoung said he cant remember the choreo for Home Run

They stopped the 2x dance
YJ: do u guys want to kill us?

While watching the periscope im wondering how i was able to periscope the whole LA fanmeet 😳 wonder how much data i used lol

Jinson saying that it was a warmup
JY: since the 2 maknae only looks cute and didnt do well we will all do it together

Yugbam is actually doing well for the blindfold 2x dance

maknae team lost so they are getting blindfolded to dance

JY: do any pose
JS: hyung pose
JY: do u have any new pose u learned from the jungle?
JS: of course chic and sexy

The loser for the game is gonna do 2x dance with blindfold on

JB said that the lyrics for Something Good and Everyday connects

Bambam correcting Yugyeom
YG: i know but he said for me to do the same thing again

GOT7 trolling Yugyeom
YG: why r u guys doing this to me today?
MK: Yugyeom u got it wrong

Yugyeom picked lyrics from skyway

Bambam picked Yeoju Paju busy since morning (Mark’s part)
BB: its my fav song from this album

JB: i picked lyrics from my song Something Good
BB: r u promoting ur song?

Jinyoung making Yugyeom do the brrah
YG: i cant do it

Bambam said his goal for next year is to be 61kg

Bambam said he’s 60kg
JS: r u 60kg with ur shoes on?

JB: there was this kind of lyrics of ours? How is the relationship between Nora and Coco?

F: r u changing ur hair to black cuz u want to?
YJ: no i like it now~
and shook his hair and bragged his hair color 

F: its been awhile I haven’t been able to go to broadcasting shows cuz of work
JY: work right now is important too

JY: when I rested for 1 year after JJP it was hard
F: no if I don’t see GOT7 theres no point
JY: yup remember No Jinyoung No Life

F: Mark did u eat well in the jungle?
MK: i ate well after I came back!

While fan was talking with Bambam he cracked her knuckle
F: oh what ive heard of
BB: oh is alot of ppl talking about this?

Jinyoung said that if u guys make boyfriends then he will make a girlfriend too

One of the fan asked Bambam why he didn’t crack her finger today
BB: cuz many ppl said that it hurts

Is it fansign or children’s day? 😂😂

cr 어구구구님|igot7_MarKP

anonymous asked:

i would really like to see the domestic side to college spideychelle,, like where they have to sniff the suspicious looking thai takeout cuz they have nooo idea how long it's been sitting out for, board game nights and inviting ned over but ned sorta just settles back because the two get highly competitive with one another when it comes to jenga and sorry. just stuff like that yannooooo???

fluff is NOT my forte, fam. but i love you all so I will try for you precious people. don’t hate me if its not any good. 


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Colors/Soulmate Renjun

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Request: Can i get a Renjun colourblind soul mate Au ?

can i request the soulmate thing but with renjun?

So I was intrested in your soulmate stories and would like to request one for renjun Thank youuuu ^^

Hey! I would have a request for your soulmate stories! Could you write one for Renjun?

A/N: happy birthday to this angel & im happy he’s getting so much love?? haha yay i actually did this concept with Mark’s and it was really fun, hope you enjoy reading!


“They resemble the color of chocolate, the cocoa brown strands shining brightly, with a few streaks of caramel-like strands popping from beneath.”

You nodded your head in excitement as your eyes glued to your mother’s mouth, anticipating what she was going to describe next. The woman in front of you reached her hand out and held your small palm in hers, which was huge in size as compared to yours. You smiled innocently at her, and asked with excitement, “Mommy! Describe more! I want to know what other colors there are”

Pink, orange, blue and green. All the colors you wanted to see but couldn’t at all, not until you met your soulmate.

As a child you had always been curious, as you’d beg your mother to describe all the colors she is able to see, as you let your imagination run wild. You were told that your cheeks were of a rosy pink color-a light and calming shade that many loved. Your mother had also told you that your eyes were of a light brown shade, as your rather pale and fair skin made you look even more lovable.

Your mother looked around, then picked up the small rose lying in a vase from the table. Pointing it to you, she smiled and waved, “This is red,”

You nodded your head once again, as you mouthed out the word in fascination, “Red”

She gave a small smile, then continued,“,red is normally seen as a symbol of love and romance. That’s why daddy got me this red rose, do you understand?”

The 8 year old you stared at her in confusion as you furrowed your eyebrows together,“Romance? What is that?”

She smiled and chuckled, then pat your head, “It’s something that happens when you meet your soulmate, you’ll understand later on”

Without saying much, you simply nodded your head and smiled, “Thank you mommy!”


You couldn’t remember exactly when you started to see those, but recently you had been seeing lighter shades of white and colors, but they would only last for a while.

In just a split second you were faced with many different bright and outstanding shades of colors, making it seem more vibrant as compared ti the black&white vision you had been having since you were born. But weird thing was, this sudden outbursts of colors did not last long. Everything would be back to the monotone two colors that you were so familiar with in just a few seconds, and moments later you’d be face by the same highlights again.

You were confused and scared at the same time- what if something was happening to your soulmate? What was going to happen from there?

Coincidentally, all these strted after you met him.

Although y'all had never once met up before, you could tell that he was a genuinely nice person, and was always there for you no matter what.

You came upon one of his song covers on the internet. Although he didn’t show his face, his angelic voice managed to capture your attention and next thing you knew, the both of you were constantly messaging and chatting with each other, as y'all seemed to immediately ‘click’.

One problem though-he lived far away from where you did, coming all the way from China. You cherished him as a friend and it broke your heart to know that there was a possibility that the both of you would ever get the chance to meet.

How’s your day going Y/N ah? -renjun ☆

I’m still seeing these random colors, is this normal omg? have you experienced this before -you

Maybe you’re just going to meet your soulmate soon? and nah, i haven’t met mine yet, everything’s still black and white for me –renjun ☆

they’d be so lucky though, being able to be yours -you

yours would be luckier -renjun ☆

Your heart almost stopped as you felt yourself blushing, you couldn’t be possibly falling for someone whom you’ve never met before, when you already have a soulmate right?


Three months passed but still no one, especially your soulmate, was appearing. You still had the random color ‘strikes’ occuring from time to time everyday, and it only made you more afraid and nervous.

Yet another thing that made you afraid, just last month Renjun had called you frantically telling you that he had seen a few colors that day too, and was similar to what you were experiencing.

He was going to meet his soulmate too and probably stop spending as much time chatting and calling you online. You knew he wasn’t the type to abandon his friends, but you still felt uncertain and part of you wanted to be his soulmate so badly.

You love him.

remember 7pm!! i have great news to tell you -renjun ☆

okay junjun, woah what’s so great? -you

don’t call me that >:-( you’ll know later hehe -renjun ☆

It wasn’t the first time the both of you were going to video call each other, and the first time the both of you did, you were stunned by his beauty and sharp features. The cute and small little smile he’d give when he was giggling melt your heart and for some reason, you could always see a little color whenever you were video calling him, but did not think much about it, assuming that it was part of the random colors you face.

You let your hair fall perfectly on your shoulders, as you looked at the reflection of yourself one last time before accepting his call. You were faced by his comforting smile and soft eyes, as they immediately brightened as soon as he saw you on the screen. He gave a small wave to you, as his mouth formed a small ‘o’, “i can actually see a light shade of colors now wow, anyways you’re looking pretty like always.”

Your cheeks turned slight warmer, as you shook your head and laughed, “don’t be like this renjun- anyways, what was it that you were so excited to share?”

Renjun’s cheeky smile shined brightly on your laptop screen, as he asked you to close your eyes. Listening to his orders, you waited for him to signal you to open them again patiently, as you heard the shuffling through your speakers, followed by his calming voice “Okay, open them now”

You squinted your eyes to read the small slip of paper he held in his hands in front of the camera and you screamed loudly- it was an air ticket to your country. Renjun laughed at your reaction, as he paused to continue, “also, my parents are planning to migrate there. We can finally meet up and spend time together!”

You were so happy you were at the verge of crying, as you jumped excitedly around your room with Renjun giggling at you-it was something you had never expected to happen.


You clasped your sweaty palms together nervously as you waited excitedly in your seat, your eyes checking the numerical digits on the big screen once every few seconds.

Today was the day you were finally going to meet him, your online best friend for more than a year now. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

At the same time, he colors you were seeing had been more defined and of more gradient lately, and they seemed to last longer than usual, was this a sign?

A big group of people emerged from behind the gate, as your eyes darted around the crowd to find that one person you were only looking for.

The young boy looked around confused as he knitted his eyebrows together, also only looking out for that one person.

You saw him, and you immediately shouted out, “Renjun ah!”

The boy turned and his blank and confused expression turned into a bright and happy one, as he made his way running to you, engulfing you into a big hug.

You looked into his eyes, and if felt much different as compared to when you were looking at him through the screen. Almost immediately, you noticed how the light pink color of his lips become darker and that you could see clearly the brown orbs of his eyes-something you couldn’t see ever before.

Everything around you seemed more lively and vibrant, as the colors slowly seemed to take their place. Renjun noticed too, as he grabbed your hand, “This is actually happening right?”

Already tearing up, you nodded your head as you hugged him again, this time the colors did not fade away once, even after a long solid one hour.

He was your soulmate.


“Why do you need so many of these plush toys, you’re 17 this year babe” you called out to him, as you help arrange his big collection of his moomin characters from the big box. Renjun gave a small scoff, then rebutted, “I love moomin shush, just help me in arranging that and we’ll be done for today”

You wiped of the perspiration on your forehead, before plopping down on his bed, lazily calling out to him, “You have so many things to unpack because you’ll be living here permanently from now on, are you sure you can finish doing everything”

Renjun flashed you his angelic smile, then nodded his head, “Yes i will, for now let’s go grab lunch shall me?” As he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed.

He then stopped and scurried to his backpack. You looked at him confused, but all he did was let out a smal giggle.

He pulled out a red rose from his bag, then held it out to you, “I saw this at the flower shop just now and i thought of you, i love you”

“red is normally seen as a symbol for love and romance,”

You blushed as you brought your lips to his cheeks, “i love you too”


this is so bad im sorry ;-;