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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?

AU idea where the walls between your neighbor’s and your apartments are thick enough excePT FOR THE WALL THAT IS BETWEEN YOUR BATHROOMS AND honestly this is your fault bc you started it when you were blasting broadway showtunes during your evening shower and singing along pretty loudly but now theyre taking their revenge by blasting their shitty rap music at too-fucking-early-o'clock before they go off to work and this is just one of those AU ideas (like coffeshops) that sound cute and hilarious in fic BUT IRL YOU JUST WANT TO MURDER YOUR NEIGHBORS

Not My Specialty (dad!Tony x reader)

Request: Omg I hope I make it before closing! Could you do one w/ Tony Stark where he is the reader’s dad and she’s married to Steve. Her and Steve are expecting their first baby together but when he has to leave for a mission and she goes into labor, Tony comforts her throughout it until Steve shows up at the last second before it’s time for delivery? I just watched Father of the Bride Pt II and of course like the Marvel Trash I am, this is what I came up with. XD I’d like it super ultra fluffy pls! c:

“Okay, sweetheart, just don’t get that baby goo on the leather, okay?  It’s imported.” Tony said as gently but firmly as he could, keeping a tight hold on your hand while helping you into the passenger seat of his car. He wanted to call an ambulance to take you to the hospital once your contractions started, but you insisted that you had time for him to take you, much to his dismay.  As a first-time grandpa, he was almost as nervous as you were and he wasn’t exactly secure on his driving ability at the moment.  

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Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?

“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.


A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.


“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.


You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”


“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.

Game On

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt #7, #8, and #15: “how about we put the gun down and talk about this?” “i came here to kick ass and chew gum.. and I’m all out of gum.” “don’t tempt me.”

a/n: lmao you probably wanted a super serious angst fic but i couldn’t resist


Today has been a very long day for Lin. 

No, it’s been a long week, but today felt as though it dragged on and on and he would never live to see the end.

His whole day was full of interviews and shows and meetings. He was tired and needed a break desperately from his ever so busy life and rushing constantly. The only thing getting him through his rough day and tireless efforts was the thought of coming home to you.

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The Golden Cave (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Prompt: same plot as most angst newt fics (except angstier)

Word Count: 2395

A/N: Yeah Yeah, I know.  The Bones part 3 fic should be out.  Well, now I can work on it without this fic being in the way. XP

“Hey Y/N?” Newt called.

“Yes?” I called back, trying to find him from where I stood.

“Can you feed the mooncalves?” he asked, “The Goldsteins have invited us to dinner so I was hoping you will be okay with me starting on my way.  With you in the case.”

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NCT Dream Reaction to You Showing Up at Their Dorm Because Your Parents are Fighting

   His eyes would go huge, as he took you small, sad body into his arms. He would whisper over and over again that everything was going to turn out fine. He wouldn’t let go of you all night, holding onto you like a koala.
  “ You can stay as long as you like, the other members don’t mind.”

Originally posted by nakamotens

   The little baby would be so worried when he opened the door expecting a smiling face but was greeted with watery eyes. He wouldn’t think twice and would pull you into a bone crushing hug.
“ Tell me what’s wrong Y/N… let it out.”

Originally posted by nctmark

   He would let you through the door and to the couch, he would listen to each of your words, giving you great advice. When he saw you getting worked up about the fight he would slowly and softly run his hands through your hair.
“Not worry, I’m here for you no matter what.”

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

   He would question why you didn’t call, not noticing that you were obviously you were upset, After being hit on the head by taeyong, he would notice the tears and change to a new person, he would make your food and would treat you like a queen.
“ Do you need anything else, Y/N!”

Originally posted by haenyan

   The small baby would rush to you wiping away your tears, checking down and up your body for any injuries. Once you told him your parents were fighting he pull you into his arms, slowly patting your hair.
“I thought you were hurt, it’s fine sweetheart. I’m here for you.”

Originally posted by nakamotens

   He would rub the sleep out of his eyes, he was about to get mad that you woke him up. But when he saw tear stains down your face, ever anger feel turned into worry. He would let you talk all night and would listen while holding you.
“ keep talking love, I’m listening.”

Originally posted by nctinfo

   He wouldn’t know what to do, getting the hyungs to help calm you down and make you feel better after they all got you to settle down, he would softly sing into your ear until he saw your eyes softly close.

“Jagi, I’m sorry I wasn’t a lot of help.

Originally posted by taeiloves

- Jewels

Mistakes In His Head

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Words: 679
Prompt: ( @fandomingforever​ ) Hey I just stumbled upon your writing and it’s amazing!! I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is a mutant that can make anyone attracted to them and they are best friends with Peter. One day Peter all of a sudden feels attracted to her and he is upset because they said they would never you they’re powers on him. So he confronts them only to find out they weren’t using they’re powers?? That would be great.
A/N: No matter how many fandoms I write for; I’ll always come back to Peter. He’s complex, fun and a real sweetheart. I feel like I’ve connected to the character so much since I made this blog that I’ve almost gotten to know him as a real life person. Ah, the curses of fandoming.

Originally posted by future-mrs-rogers-peterm

Peter awoke pasted in sweat; his hands shaking against the hot blankets on his bed. He’d been plagued by restlessness; the sudden onset of intense emotions pulling at his heart and mind. 
He’d been close with (y/n) for almost a year now. She was beautiful, gentle. A flickering candle, illuminating a dark and desolate room. But he’d never…wanted. Wanted for them to be more. Or if he had, he’d shaken it off as a moment in passing; mistakes in his head.
He knew what she could do to people. Pulling their emotions around, if she wanted to. Of course, she had never really wanted to; and if she had, she’d never do it to him. She’d promised him that long ago.
But still.
He gritted his teeth, rushing up from his bed and zipping up his clothes in seconds. He ruffled his silver hair in the mirror, one curl refusing to comply with him no matter how hard he squinted at it and pushed at it.
He’d have to leave it.
Forcing the door open, he sped down the corridor; his hands unsteady as he lifted them to knock on her door. His palms were clammy, and he could feel his heart thrumming against his chest. Why? Why now?
“Come in, Pete!” (y/n) called from behind the door, her voice ringing out softly through the crack.

Giving the door a push, he took in her room. Posters and paintings made some attempt to make it a little brighter; a cream rug lay at the foot of her bed. She sat on the rug in her t-shirt and jeans, flipping through an old magazine. Her hair was still a little wet from showering, and Peter felt his lip tremble.
“You look like death. Not in a good way” (y/n) chuckled, pooling through the pages of her magazine. 
“Couldn’t sleep” Peter added, his voice slightly too high.
She looked up then, her eyes meeting his.
“Is everything alright, Pete?”
“Yes. No.” Peter breathed and then swallowed hard, cracking his knuckles.
“-You said you’d never…do that mind stuff to me. Right? You said you wouldn’t.”
(y/n) opened her mouth, her brow furrowing.
“Of course I wouldn’t. I don’t know why you’d think I’d do something like that, Pete.”
When she said his name, he felt emotions rise in his chest. He wanted to respond; but somehow words weren’t coming to him right. The silence began to hang like a dead weight between them, like lead hanging in the air.
Say something.
He took a deep breath.
“I’ve got all of these…” he waved his arms in the air “…feelings. About things. Recently.”
“Right” he nodded “and they’re complicating things. My thoughts and stuff.”
(y/n) put her magazine down on the floor, pushing herself up to stand across from him. She looked down at the carpet, pulling back a stray hair behind her ear.
“If I did go into your mind and…do something; it wouldn’t last very long. It would feel like seeing through a fog; and then you’d be normal again” she breathed, wrinkling her nose “but I wouldn’t do that to you, Peter. I want you to believe me.”
She was right. He’d seen her do it before; make people think thoughts that weren’t their own, feel things they’d never felt. But it was always like a haze was cast over them; lasting only a day, if that.
This had gone on for too long. Too much clarity.
Peter groaned.
“Ah. I’m…yeah. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t sure.”
She nodded. “It’s okay, Peter. Really. It’s fine.”
Silence hit, hard and fast, and Peter started feeling incredibly awkward. He shifted his weight, his hands clammy at his sides.
“I’ll…I’ll see you at breakfast?” Peter stumbled, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
“Yeah. Of course” (y/n) smiled sheepishly, avoiding his eyes.
Peter turned to leave, his hand on the doorframe.
“Pete-” she added.
“-yeah?” he interjected almost too quickly, biting his lower lip.
“I do, though. Like you, I mean.”
Peter grinned, his heart feeling warm, his head giddy.

I Can Make You Feel Good

Hello!! Can I request an imagine where the adorable y/n gives Mr. J a back massage because he’s stressed out, and he’s loving it? Really fluffy and cute, pretty please? 

Sorry if it’s shit, I’m rusty!
No warnings.
I know it’s been longgggggggggggggggggg but requests are open, hopefully fluffier ones like this? Because I have so many for smut and Killer Croc!
Remember, I’ll write about any Squad member or Team Cap!

Y/N almost jumped out of bed as Mr J crashed through the door snarling as he pulled his neck back to undo his black tie. Throwing his silver jacket across the room, he snorted a laugh at how flustered Y/N looked.
“You look stressed Puddin’..”
“Oh really? Do I?” he mocked in a sarcastic tone.
The beautiful young girl pouted, but shook off his attitude. Getting out of bed in her red velvet night gown she swayed her hips as she walked over to moody clown.
Slowly tracing her fingers up his back feeling his muscles relax beneath them, the Joker sighed before turning to face her cupping her cheek with his big hand.
“Y/N” he purred breathing in her delicious perfume.
“What? You missed me?” she chuckled pressing into his palm.
Before answering J slowly inspected her face, going from her eyes to nose, then mouth a twisted smiled formed on his red lips.
“Never, ” he whispered, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a hard passionate kiss, sending Y/N into a blissful little world before pulling back and turning away to take his shirt off.
“Get into bed princess, I’ll join you in a moment” J demanded softly before leaving the room.

Y/N did as she was told and got into bed waiting for her man to return. Even though it didn’t seem like it, that was the Jokers way of admitting how much he cared for her, even if he was stressed he still came home to see Y/N’s adorable smile because that was what he needed.
When Mr J reentered the room, he was wearing his batman boxers witch made Y/N giggle shaking her head, J looked down at her with a serious glare before getting in bed next to her.
“Night” he growled, turning his back to her.

After being with J for so long Y/N took the subtle hint and began to tickle his deathly pale skin, swiftly she crawled over him until she sat above him. With a smile she bent forward and placed a kiss in between his shoulder blades. J wrapped his hands under the pillow in front of his face as Y/N began to give him a massage, starting from top to bottom.

She could feel all of the tense, negative energy escape him as she began to roll her thumps into him, the deeper she worked her fingers the more he purred into the pillow,.
“You like that Puddin’?”
“No talking in the massage parlor” he growled over his shoulder, giggling at him she continued to gently rub down J with her hands.
He twitched under her touch as she touched his sides Y/N grinned to herself quickly before tickling the sensitive spot on his sides, J growled jumping up practically throwing Y/N off his back.
She laughed as he wrestled her down against the bed, pinning her arms above her head.
“Daddy was enjoying that.”
“I could tell, ” she laughed beneath him imitating his purrs and moans.
J snarled staring her, she was so annoying, but so beautiful he thought as he got distracted by her smile. God, he wanted to hate her so much.
However, he just couldn’t stop himself pressing his lips against hers once again, softly this time but with more passion.
Y/N broke the kiss, pulling her arm from under his grasp to push back the loose strands of green hair that brushed against her face.
“Lay back down J, ” she said softly “I’ll make you feel good.”
Laughing J sat up “Oh Princess, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he grinned evilly.

Happy New Year

+ this is a little fic just to let you know i’m still here and to wish you happy new year. let’s hope 2017 will be kinder to us all +

(Y/N) wasn’t having a fantastic time.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was surrounded by her coworkers and best friends. Prentiss was already very drunk, and that was always fun. Hotch had brought Jack with him, and you always liked talking to him about the new superheroes he liked, the two of you always arguing about what was the best: Marvel or DC. Derek had shown up as a surprise at JJ’s New Year’s party, alongside Savannah and Henry. Rossi was having agrand time chatting up one of JJ’s single aunts. JJ was the perfect host, making sure everyone was having a great time, and a filled glass. And Garcia never left (Y/N)’s side, worried about her recently single friend and how she was doing after her breakup, at this time of the year no less.

(Y/N) was fine. Actually, more than fine. She was actually surprised at herself, being so fine after getting dumped by her boyfriend of a few months one day before the last day of the year. Garcia thought that the youngest girl of the team was trying to be brave, putting on a tough face in front of people so they wouldn’t know how hurt she was. But the truth is, she wasn’t. Hurt, that is. She was fine. More than that. (Y/N) was relieved.

She couldn’t quite pinpoint the why but damn, she was happy that after being so heartbroken post-breakups all her life, she was finally getting a bit more emotionally stable. Or at least that was what she thought.

But she wasn’t having a fantastic time. It was okay, to say the best. If she was being quite honest with herself, (Y/N) was a bit upset that Spencer wasn’t there. I mean, obviously JJ had invited him, and if he had planned on attending the party, surely he’d be there already, being responsible and punctual and all that. So (Y/N) assumed he had other plans, but what could they be?

Maybe Spencer had gone to Vegas to spend New Year’s with his mother. At the thought of that, (Y/N) unknowingly smiled. He had a great relationship with her, and they had gone through so much already. The thought of him spending an important holiday with his mother made her happy. Because it was exactly something that would make Spencer happy. But then again, he would’ve told people he was going away, right? So maybe he wasn’t spending New Year’s with her.

Oh, god. Did Spencer have a girlfriend and was spending the turn of the year with her? Dear lord. That would explain a lot of things. Like why he had withdrawn from (Y/N) for a few months, probably busy being with this woman. And how, after the breakup, he was nowhere to be seen. He was one of (Y/N)’s best friends and he hadn’t been there for her at a time she needed, so surely there was an explanation.

A girlfriend. Of course. He had been too busy with his new relationship to even pay attention to her. The thought of that made (Y/N) frown, even though at that point Garcia was telling a funny story about a failed relationship she had when she was younger. But why thinking about Spencer with a girl was making her feel so… bad? A true friend would be happy to see him with someone after all he went through, specially with his love life. So why wasn’t she? Happy, that is. Which she wasn’t. She was… angry, sad. A little jealous.

‘Oh. Shit,’ she thought. She was a lot jealous. A true friend wouldn’t be jealous. The only person who would be jealous would be a person who had feelings for him. And (Y/N) didn’t have feelings for him. Did she? No, that cannot possibly be true. They were friends, they did everything together and there was no one else she was more comfortable with. There was no one else she was more comfortable with.

‘There’s no one else,’ she thought. ‘Shit. I’m in love with him. Shit, shit, shit.’

(Y/N) needed to breathe. Garcia had now moved on to talking about celebrity crushes and had no idea what was going on inside (Y/N)’s mind. Dear lord, she was in love with Spencer. That would explain a lot. Like why she was so relieved after her relationship ended. Why she wasn’t heartbroken. Not at her breakup, and yet a little at the thought of Spencer with someone else.

It was close to midnight and he was still nowhere to be seen. The party had moved on to JJ’s lawn, to get a good look at the fireworks at the turn of the year. Inside the house, (Y/N) told Garcia to go ahead and be with the others, she would be right there. But the truth was she needed some time. Some alone time to figure out what was happening, to get used to being in love with her best friend. Should she tell him something? Maybe not if it turns out he does have a girlfriend. But if he doesn’t, she should say something. Right? Would he even be interested in her? Would he shove her away? Withdraw himself one more time? (Y/N) couldn’t bear the thought of him not talking to her, not being her friend. But she needed to be brave, because what if? What if he felt the same? What if he didn’t but not just yet? What if he, they just needed some time to figure stuff out?

“TEN.” (Y/N) heard everyone shout and stared at them, sighing. She should go outside, celebrate with them, but at same time she just wanted to be alone, to think about these feelings she had just discovered. These new, exciting, terrifying feelings. Well, were they new?

“NINE.” Everyone was happy, she could see that much. Of course they were all surrounded by loved ones, and (Y/N) sure loved her friends. But now… It was like something was missing. Someone, actually.

“EIGHT.” She thought about the new year, about how the last one had been a crappy one, but she looked at the future with an uncertain optimism, if there was such a thing. If that year had taught her anything was that she should be careful, think things true. Always the rushed one, the multitasker.

“SEVEN.” Breathe, (Y/N). Be more calm, take time with things. With life. With people.

“SIX.” Forgive yourself more. For the things you did and for the things you didn’t do. There’s no point in beating yourself up for the relationship with someone you weren’t in love with. Or for the toll taken in your relationship with someone you did love. Breathe.

“FIVE.” Love yourself more. Why did you get in a relationship with that guy in the first place? Were you just lonely? Unhappy? Learn to be alone, to be surrounded by silence. I know the quiet makes room for sad and scary thoughts. Let them in.

“FOUR.” Wasn’t Bukowski that said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going”? The only way out is through.

(Y/N) sighed and heard the door open quickly.


He looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, and still lovely. His tie was crooked. He looked out of breath, like he had just run there, and he looked like he was searching for something.

“Spencer,” (Y/N) said, with a light smile.

Then he looked at her.


There was something about his eyes, an intensity she had never noticed before. An intensity that was never there. The way he looked at her was like he was seeing her, all of her. As if he could read her mind, know her feelings, like he could see so much of her that it would be less uncomfortable for (Y/N) if she was actually naked.


He made his way to her abruptly, and quickly. His long legs taking but a few steps until he found himself in front of her and cupped her face. His hands were freezing, and perhaps that was why they were shaking.


He kissed her. His lips crashed into (Y/N)’s without so much as a warning. It took her a fraction of a second to understand what was going on. To notice that while his lips were cold, his tongue was warm. To hear the happy sigh that escaped his lips while they kissed. To feel one of his hands go from her cheek to her waist, closing in the already not so big distance that separated the two. To feel the other hand move from her cheek to her neck, his thumb caressing her so gently. But when she did, understand what was going on, that is, she was sure that there was no need for fireworks outside, in the sky.

Her hands went straight to his hair, so naturally as if she had thought about touching them and feeling them between her fingers all of this time. Her hands were warm on his cold face, that by the second they kissed, began to warm up a little. All of him was warming up at her touch. And although (Y/N) had been indoors all the party, she could swear all of her was warming up at his touch as well.

When they finally broke the kiss, the kiss that (Y/N) wasn’t sure she was desperately thinking about for the last minute or for the past year, ever since she joined the BAU, Spencer smiled and said, “Happy New Year, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Happy New Year, Spencer.”

All I Need (James Potter x Reader)

“Kiss me,” he begged as you hovered your mouth above his. A smirk formed on your lips as you stayed still, his head raising in a weak attempt to press his lips to yours. You shook your head slightly with a breathy laugh, pulling away and watching as he let out a huff.

“You’re not mine to kiss, James,” you stated as you began to walk towards the window in his room. Just as you reached the windowsill, his warm arms tugged you back into his lean body. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his lips felt like a feather as they traced across your skin.

“I’m yours right now,” he whispered lowly. You let out a sigh and leaned back into him, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access to your neck. “Even when I can’t be, I’m always yours.”

“But you’re not always mine,” you protested softly, beginning to push out of his grasp. His arms tightened around your frame, keeping you close to him. “You have a girlfriend, James. She’s the one who is supposed to have you.”

“I don’t love her,” he told you.

“Then why are you with her?”

The million dollar question. The one that haunted him day in and day out. The one that popped into his mind whenever he was with her and found his eyes drifting to where he knew you would be.

James Potter was a selfish boy. He was reminded of that every time he found himself sneaking off to your room. Every time he kissed her and thought of how much better, how much sweeter your lips tasted.

James sat at the table behind you in Charms, his head resting on his arms as he watched you mindlessly doodle on a piece of parchment. He was about to quietly snag your attention when someone sat in the seat beside him. He looked beside him, eyes wide from confusion when he noticed the familiar red hair.

“Sirius switched with me,” she explained. “Mentioned something about talking you out of a bad decision. Any ideas as to what that decision might be, Potter?”

“Nothing, love,” he promised as he felt one of her hands rest on his leg.

“Are we on for tonight?” She asked, looking down at him with a small smile. Her smile quickly disappeared as she noticed his confused expression, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the plans he had made. “Don’t tell me you bloody forgot? We’re supposed to be going to Hogsmeade!”

“It was on the tip of my tongue, love,” he reassured her as he sat up, an arm wrapping around her. His lips pressed against the side of her head, her red hair smelling like flowers in the spring; it was nice, but nothing compared to your hair that smelled like honey. James shouted at himself in his mind for allowing himself to compare Lily, his girlfriend, to you, his secret lover. It was inevitable, of course, as you were on his mind more than she was.

Lily let out a hum as she leaned into his side, her eyes flickering over to where his had drifted to.

“Are you and Y/N alright?” She questioned, knowing that things between you and James had been tense for a bit. She felt sorry for him, afterall, you were his closest friend.

“Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” James stammered out as he tore his eyes away from your back. In that moment he wished he could slide into the empty seat beside you and take you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It was late as you sat in your room, your roommates all out and spending time with their current boyfriends. You didn’t mind being alone, however, opting to turn on a record and work through some homework that was due after the weekend.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice rang out through the room as your door burst open.

“James?” You gasped out as you tried to settle your rapidly beating heart. A hand was pressed against your chest as you watched him stumble into your room, a bottle of firewhiskey pressed to his lips as he fell onto your bed.

“What are you doing over there, love?” He quipped as he finished the bottle, an eyebrow raised curiously as he observed how you stood still by your desk.

“Why are you here, James?“ You questioned as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“To see you, of course,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and glared at him.

“Do you want me to fetch Sirius? Perhaps Remus or Lily?”

“Definitely not Lily,” he began quickly, words slurring as he began to sit up.

“And why not Lily?” You asked curiously.

“I told her I was in love with someone else,” he told you honestly. His eyes were distant as he looked at you, a red blush dusted his face from the liquor.

“James,” you began to scold him with a disappointed sigh. “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” He exclaimed, a hand raising to run through his messy hair. “Tell the girl I’m with that I don’t fancy her? Tell her I’m in love with my best friend?”

“You don’t love me, James.”

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel,” he argued, swaying slightly on the bed. You immediately rushed over, ushering for him to lay back as you removed the bottle from his grip.

“Yeah, well I’m telling you that you’re drunk and confused,” you replied as he watched you with warm eyes.

“Just because I’m tipsy doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” he whispered. One of his hands raised to cup your cheek and he began to pull your face down to meet his. You were about to let him pull you down before your mind began to protest.

“You are far past tipsy, Potter,” you laughed as you pulled away. His hand fell from your face, his bottom lip jutting out to form a pout. “If you remember this in the morning, we’ll talk. No promises that any of this will work out, though.”

“Fine,” James huffed out. “I’ll prove that you’re all I need.”

Silly String/Dylan O’Brien Fluff

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

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Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

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Breathe ~ An Avengers Story (13/15)

Originally posted by thefandomlifenerd

AU Summary: Y/N  turns to an old ally after a trying conversation with the Avengers.

Notes: surprise surprise :) he’s not what he seems. but at least the story makes sense now. at least to me it does. what do you guys think?

Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14


“Steve, I have full functioning arms and legs. I can handle it.”

The super soldier looked down at his feet shyly as he held the door open. He couldn’t help himself. Steve was raised in a time when gentlemen values weren’t a rarity.

“I know. I’m sorry, Y/N.” he said.

Y/N smirked and looped her arm around Steve’s as they walked in the tower. “You’re a big sap, Rogers. It’s only an abdominal wound.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll live.” she said. “I gotta go through records first then I’ll meet you up there with the team, okay.”

Steve turned around to face her and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Alright. Be careful.”

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Catching Her Eye / Veronica Lodge

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) knew everyone in Riverdale, and everyone knew her-that’s usually how it goes in such a small community. Though there was one exception, the newest arrival in town. 

Veronica Lodge had never met or even heard of (Y/N). So when she saw the girl for the first time from afar, she was taken aback. Not only by her appearance, but by the way she carried herself.

Pushing herself off against the locker beside Betty’s to get a better view, Veronica follows the girl’s movements as she moves across the hall from one person to the next. 

Turning her head to see what the dark haired girl was looking at, Betty smiles as she sees (Y/N).

“Who is she?” Veronica asks, her expression full of curiosity. 

“That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she shrugs, closing her locker. 

“I’ve never seen her around before,” Veronica frowns, wondering how she could have missed her.

Betty couldn’t hide her surprise, “She’s always around, very involved in school and in the community.”

“Are you friends with her?”

Betty shrugs again, “Everyone’s friends with (Y/N).”

Veronica’s face scrunches up slightly, “I haven’t met her yet.”

“You’re bound to meet eventually. But, if you really want-the next time we see her, I’ll promise to introduce her to you.” The blond links her arms with Veronica as she readjusts her bag with her other. “We should get going.” 

The girl doesn’t reply, she only nods and lets Betty drag her away for lunch. 

The next time Veronica saw (Y/N) was in the gym during Vixens practice. She entered the gym with her head down, reading something from whatever papers she held in her hand.

Veronica watched her as she made her way to Cheryl at the front of the group. She became even more surprised at the sight in front of her when the girl embraced Cheryl in a tight hug as they greeted one another. 

“I told you,” Betty shakes her head, “friends with everyone. I don’t know how she does it.”

Veronica continued to stretch as she observed the girl, keeping her eyes on her until she started heading back through the door she came through.

“(Y/N)!” Betty calls out. 

Veronica turns to her friend just as (Y/N)’s attention snaps towards them at the sound of her name being called. Betty waves her over with a smile. 

“What are you doing?”

“I promised you I’d introduce her.”

“Now?” Veronica mutters.

(Y/N) was now standing over the two girls who were still sat on the floor. “Hi, Betty,” she greets, offering a kind smile. She hugs the papers she held in her arms close to her chest, “I’m (Y/N),” she says, addressing Veronica. “We haven’t met before…I would have remembered you.”

Veronica matches her smile, “Veronica. Nice you meet you.”

“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you,” she says, cocking her head to the side. “Unfortunately, I don’t have much time-I still have to hand all these out,” she continues, raising the papers she held. “But I hope that we meet again soon.”

Veronica kept an eye out for (Y/N) as the days passed. The girl intrigued her. She couldn’t pin point why exactly, but she was curious. She wanted to know more.

She spotted (Y/N) as soon as she entered Pop’s. Veronica found her sitting across from Jughead in the otherwise empty diner. She made her way towards the pair and came to a stop right beside their booth.

“Hi,” she greets.

(Y/N) lifts her head at the sound of the newcomer, Jughead doesn’t bother adverting his eyes from his laptop’s screen. 

“Veronica,” the girl grins, “we finally run into each other.”

Jughead closes the lid to his laptop and tucks it away in his bag, “I’m going to head out now.” Seeing the change in (Y/N)’s expression, he gives her a small smile, “I promised Betty I’d have dinner with her and her mum tonight.”

(Y/N)’s demeanour changed almost immediately, “Then what are you waiting for?” she says, ushering him out of his seat. “Say hello for me.”

“Sure,” he laughs, giving a brief nod to Veronica before walking away from the two girls.

“Sit,” (Y/N) instructs. Veronica slides into the booth, taking Jughead’s previous seat on the opposite side of the booth to (Y/N). “I’m sorry we haven’t had time to get to know one another. Betty and Kevin had mentioned many things about you, Veronica Lodge.”

“All good, I hope.”

(Y/N) smirks, “I suppose that depends. So tell me,” she sighs, “what brings you to Pop’s on this night?”

Veronica half-heartedly shrugs, “Had to get out for a while.”

“I get that,” she nods, taking a handful of chips before sliding the plate across the table so it was in front of Veronica. “Help yourself, I’m not going to finish it all.”

Silence settles over the pair for a while, but neither seemed to mind. Eventually (Y/N) sat back in her seat, gaining the other girls attention. 

“You know what, Veronica?”

“What?” she asks.

“I think we’re going to be good friends.”

Veronica’s hand subconsciously lifts and she mindlessly play with the pearls around her neck. “What makes you think that?”

(Y/N) only shrugs, “A few things. I usually have a very good sense when it comes to people and how well we will get along.”

“And you think we will?”

The girl nods eagerly and takes a sip of her drink, “Yes,” she smiles, “I do. I guess now all we have to do is wait and see if I’m right.”

Come and Get Your Love

Summary: (Y/N) loved Erik and Erik loved (Y/N). Then, Erik was arrested and left (Y/N) with no other option but to turn to Charles and his band of Mutants. 10 years later, Erik is freed, and has even more problems, like the fact that Charles and (Y/N) and supposed to be married in three days.

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Dan Howell x Reader: Awkward

For the past five days, the sun has been shining and it was just perfect outside, but you didn’t care.

You had been binge watching your favorite TV show and catching up on you tube, which was your whole life in a nutshell. But then, the last episode of the show you had been watching for the past few years finished and the credits began to roll up the screen.

You felt like all of your best friends had just died in a horrific accident even though your real life best friend was in the kitchen making lunch. You being you, you began to mope around the flat and your friend came in to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” (B/F/N) sighed.

“I finished it. It’s over!“ you yelled. (b/f/n) had gotten used to this. When ever you watched a show, you became fully invested it, it taking over your whole life. You would become obsessed with the actors, follow the fandom on every social media site, and would never shut up about it, and this one was one of your favorites. (B/F/N) walked over to you and sat next to you, rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Look on the bright side, you have all of London to explore.” she said as she grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit. She was right. You had just moved from New York to London a couple months ago and with all the moving, you haven’t seen much.

You lived with your parents all your life, like any normal person would, and they said that if you didn’t do anything stupid and did great in school and all that stuff, when you turned 18, you could go live where ever you wanted and with whomever you wanted. You swear that if your parents didn’t tell you that, you wouldn’t have been such a goody to shoes.

People made fun of you for not doing anything, but you didn’t care. When you were old enough, you got to go where ever you wanted while they would be stuck in the same town their whole life.

For you, that was London and your best friend (B/F/N) who already lived there by the time you turned 18. You were extremely socially awkward and everyone knew it. You had a lot of trouble when it came to talking to people and just human interaction in general. That’s the main reason why you stayed in most of the time.

“I don’t want to.” you pouted and started to go into the fetal position. You heard (B/F/N) say oh my god under her breath and next thing you knew, you were being shoved into your room. When the door closed, you heard what sounded like her putting something up against it.

”(B/F/N)!!“ you shouted through the door.

”You are not coming out of there until you’re ready to leave this flat.” she yelled back. You pounded on the door for a few minutes, yelling at her to let you out.

But after you had no more strength left, and it was made clear that she wasn’t going to open the door for you, you sighed in defeat and got dressed. You grabbed your purse and knocked on the door. (B/F/N) opened it just enough so that she would see if you actually got dressed. She smiled when she saw what you were wearing.

Too lazy to write this part and bad at clothing. Use your imagination.

“You look great. Now go!” (B/F/N) started to shove you towards the door.

“Okay!” You yelled ,swatting at her. You went to the couch and grabbed your phone then walked out the door with (B/F/N) still shoving you towards it. Before you could say goodbye, (B/F/N) slammed the door in your face. Either she was actually concerned about you or she wanted the flat to herself.

Either way, you were stuck outside.

You left the building and as soon as you did, you realized that you had no idea were to go or what to do. You didn’t know your way around town yet and there was no way that (B/F/N) was going to open the door for you and help you out after kicking you out like that. As you stood there wondering what to do and getting kinda scared, you heard someone laugh behind you.

As soon as you turned to see who it was the person smashed right into you. You bounced right off the person, who looked more like a tree from their height alone, and landed square on your ass.

“Ow.” you whispered, rubbing your butt. You looked up and were expecting to see two people and it was just one. What was this guy laughing about or even at?

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I am so sorry.” The guy said as he scrambled around for a minute. As he helped you up, his hand brushed against something it shouldn’t. As soon as you felt that, you sprang up and took a lot of steps back.

“Hey!” You snapped, giving him a death glare.

“I am so sorry. It was an accident.” he said, obviously extremely embarrassed. He was extremely red and you could tell that he was being sincere when eh said sorry.

“It’s okay I can tell that you didn’t mean to.” you said, starting to calm down a bit. You started to get nervous again when you got a good look at this guy. He was really cute with his brown hair and eyes, and fringe. Not to mention his British accent, though that accent helped make practically everybody hotter. You also loved his black cloths, thinking that they looked really good on him.

“I’m (Y/N).” you stammered, trying to make conversation with the guy who was giving you nothing to work with. You extend your hand and that was shaking too.
“Dan Howell.” he replied, shaking your hand and being quite awkward himself.

“I’m not from around here. I moved here from New York a couple months ago and I haven’t really walked around yet. Not by myself at least.” you said with a giggle and shy smile.
Dan could feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh, thinking you were really cute.

“I can show you around. I’ve lived here for a while now. I was born here, in England at least.” Dan laughed, but it was an awkward laugh. Sounded a little too fake and a little too loud.

“Let me say this, I’m really awkward, have been all my life. I didn’t even want to leave my flat. The only reason I left it was because I was done with a TV show and my roommate forced me out for the day.” you admitted, trying to explain your weird behavior. As soon you said that, Dan looked extremely relieved.br>

“That is such a relief. I’m the same way.” he said, with a huge smile, which made you smile.
After smiling at each other for a few minutes, you both broke into a fit of laughter and everyone else looked at you like you were crazy. Both of you stopped when you noticed the straws but continued to smile at each other and let out little giggles.

The two of you continued to walk and talked about the awkward things you do and have done. He told you about all of the things that London had to offer and led you to his favorite geeky store.

By the end of the day, Dan had given you his number and he told you to look him up on YouTube. You hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
When you did that, you could feel him tense up. You laughed at his reaction, waved goodbye and began to skipped back home, but when you turned around, Dan grabbed your wrist.

You turned around and looked at Dan, giving him a confused look. He looked nervous and uneasy, or at least more than normal. You were about to ask him what was wrong until you felt his lips against yours. 

You froze for a minute before falling into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Dan tentatively wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly began to relax himself.

To you, this kiss was perfect. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and he was good

After a few minutes, Dan pulled away and looked at you sheepishly.

“Sorry.” he whispered. He let go of you and took a few steps back while still looking down.

“It’s okay.” you giggled, lifting his head up and quickly kissing him again.

“Bye!” you yelled to him as you left. Now Dan looked shocked but smiled as walked in the other direction.

The Seven Deadly Sins - Part 7

Originally posted by sugasuite

Characters: Reader, Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi

Word Count: 14.1k

Genre/Warnings: Angst/ Drama, Smut

Series: 1. Lust2. Gluttony |  3. Greed (1) |   4. Greed (2) |   5. Sloth |   6. Wrath |   7. Envy

A/n: I can’t believe this is the end! I feel sad to have my first series come to a close, but it was so fun to write! Please tell me about what you thought about the ending, I would love to hear your thoughts. I also realized as I read through it that I didn’t focus as much on envy as I should of, but I’m still happy with how it turned out. Thank you for reading!

Description: Seven men helped shape you into who you are. Some lovers, some friends, some enemies, all of them left a long lasting mark on your life, for better or for worse.


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Love is friendship set on fire  (Alec Lightwood Imagine)

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec x Reader

Request: could you do an Alec lightwood imagine where he has been best friends with the reader and has feeings for her but since he’s Alec he doesn’t know how to deal with it so the gang steps in and gets them together

Summery: ’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel. This has been going on for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love someone. Don’t let it go to waste.’’
Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant it.
It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know.
But he just COULDN’T. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.

Or where Alec is in love with his best friend. And Alec being Alec, things go wrong and the gangs steps in to help.

Warnings: -

Words: 2.330

A/N: Hello lovely people of the internet!
This is a requested Alec Imagine. Hope you like it. Happy Reading !Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x) and

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The first three things that Clary Fray had had noticed when she had spent a few days with Jace and the Lightwood siblings was the following: First, Alec Lightwood was way too uptight and serious. Second, the parabatai bond between him and Jace was crazily intimate. And third, Alec Lightwood was head over heels in love with Y/N. Clary had met his best friend during one of their training sessions. Y/N was really pretty and according to Isabelle a really fierce shadowhunter. That wasn’t something you necessarily could tell looking at her. She seemed soft and really kind , the first time she had met Clary she had hugged her and made her feel more welcomed than Alec every had in those two weeks he had known her. So when Jace told her that Y/N was Alec’s best friend she had been shocked. Where he was reserved and serious , Y/N was open and carefree.
It had been a Friday night when Clary had watched those two train. She was amazed at how elegant but also cool Y/N looked trying to beat Alec, and how his chest heaved from exhaustion. It was the moment that Y/N had Alec pinned down on the floor ,laughing and helping Alec up that Clary saw the look in Alec’s eyes as he watched her walking over to her water bottle to take a sip. The smile that had formed on his lips reminded her at how Luke looked at her mother.

‘’You’re following her like a love sick puppy, Alec!’’
Isabelle faced her brother noticing contentedly how Jace nodded in agreement.
‘’ Mom knows, Hodge knows, everyone does ! Even Max asked me when you two will finally marry.’’, Izzy supported her argument crossing her arms in front of her.
‘’Except for Y/N.’’, Jace chuckled while playing with Clary’s hair.
‘’Well that’s entirely his fault ! How is she supposed to know? I heard you argue last week and you said some things that must have really hurt her, do you realize that?’’
Alec stood awkwardly in the middle of the room wishing this conversation didn’t take place.
‘’She almost got herself killed, Izzy!’’, Alec said annoyed, feeling his anger rising just thinking of how carelessly Y/N had played with her life . He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at her, saying the things he said. The moment he had realized that she was holding back tears he had felt incredible guilty and sorry. But the sheer horror he had felt when he had gotten told that the healing rune almost hadn’t worked on her and that she had been on the brick of death made him feel incredible hopeless and petrified. The thought of losing her made him go mad and he had been so furious with her for taking her life so insignificant. Even though she and Jace were the most important people in his life. He wouldn’t be able to live without them.
Since that day Y/N had tried to ignore him, clearly hurt by his actions. And Alec was suffering.
‘’I lashed out, I know! But-‘’
‘’The thought of losing her makes you go crazy. We know. ‘’,Izzy said softly.
‘’But I believe Y/N didn’t understand why you acted like that.’’
Silence filled the room.
‘’You do know she feels the same way, right?’’, Simon spoke up.
Alec rolled his eyes feeling his heart speed up at the mere thought that Y/N could actually feel the same about him. But he doubted it. He would always be the best friend and nothing more. Exactly like that mundane.
‘’Trust me she does. I know how…I can tell.’’, Simon added with a short look to Clary.
‘’You have to tell her.’’,Jace said seriously.
‘’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel. This has been going on for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love someone. Don’t let it go to waste.’’
Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant it.
It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know.
But he just couldn’t. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.
‘’I have things to do.’’
He escaped.

Isabelle watched her brother go, asking herself how her intelligent brother could be so dumb when it came to feelings.
Jace bit his lips, slowly grinning.
‘’I might have an idea.’’

You haven’t been feeling too well since last week. Your body still had to heal and the fact that you weren’t on speaking terms with Alec was a burden. When he had yelled accusing you of not taking your job seriously and not being thankful for the opportunity you had been provided with really had hurt you deeply. You had grown up without parents, the Lightwood family had always been something like a home to you. Being reminded of how you didn’t belong anywhere by Alec left a bitter aftertaste. You haven’t felt so alone in a long time.
You knew you should be probably talking to Alec, sorting out your issues. But the fact that he didn’t come to see you to ask for how you were doing really really hurt. Like he didn’t even care.
Even though all you really wanted was to be hold by him . Hold than more than just his best friend.
You hadn’t left your room in days, laying in bed all ay and snuggling with pillows while watching crappy comedies on TV. When your door opened you didn’t expect Max Lightwood to sneak into your room, hopping on your bed grinning.
‘’Max!’’ You laughed, raising an eyebrow. Max was almost like a brother to you, you loved to visit him every time you were in Idris.
‘’I’ve been told to check your injury, Y/N. And I heard you have chocolate ?’’ His cheeky grin was disarming.
‘’Well, Dr.Max I do, indeed. ‘’
He nodded seriously instructing you to let him take a look at your wound.
You sat up, wearing a short nike shorts, lifting your shirt up a little bit for Max to see the sword wound. It wasn’t too bad anymore, otherwise you would have never shown it to Max.
Said newly doctor nodded stating that it looked okay before asking for a piece of chocolate. You gave it to him before you both snuggled up in the bed watching Spong Bob.
10 minutes later he excused himself because he had something ‘important’ to do.
You turned off the TV before you got up to prepare for a shower.

When Max entered the training room where the gang was gathered he tried to look all throughout and concerning.
‘’What’s up Max?’’,Jace spoke up.
‘’Why you’re looking so down ?’’
Alec wanted to crouch down but froze on the spot when he heard ‘’ I went to check on Y/N.’’
He went to do what?
‘’Oh how’s she doing? I planned on doing a beauty evening with her tomorrow.’’, Izzy said trying to hide her face because she was simply really bad at lying to her brother. Max on the contrary was a professional.
‘’Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea. She doesn’t look too good.’’
Alec frowned focusing on Max.
‘’What do you mean?’’
Mac grinned inwardly congratulating himself for being such a good decoy.
‘’ She’s really pale and I think… her wound might me infected or anything. She’s reaaaaaaaly weak.’’
Alec didn’t notice Jace cracking up in the background.
It only took Alec two seconds to exit the training room and walk up the floor to Y/N’s room. Without knocking he entered, realizing she was missing. Her bed looked used so she had to be there. When he realized that the bathroom door was closed he started to panic.
‘’Y/N? You’re alright?’’
You heard his voice through the door , letting out a small scream because you were so indulged into the music coming through your headphones while you prepared everything for a shower that he startled you.
Suddenly your bathroom lacked a door and Alec’s hands cradled your face.
‘’What happened?’’ His pupils were dilated while he scanned your face.
‘’What happened to you?’’, you replied confused.
‘’Why did you break down my door?’’
Alec thought you were downplaying your injury so he picked you up around the hips and sat you down on the counter.
He didn’t even hesitate to try to lift up your shirt but getting stopped by you.
‘’Alec ! What the hell are you doing?’’
You kept a hold of his hand demanding an explanation.
‘’Show me your wound, love!’’, he growled frustrated with how easily you treated your injury . Again.
‘’Alexander Gideon Lightwood!’’
Using his whole name always worked. He growled at you making you laugh at the absurdity.
‘’Would you be so kind to explain why you’re trying to undress me?’’
A raised eyebrow.
And a flustered Alec.
‘’I’m not…Max said you were doing bad.’’
You frowned shaking your head.
‘’What? He saw the wound himself and ate chocolate with me. Why would he…?’’
Alec was so blind by worry that he didn’t count 1 and 1 together.
‘’Y/N show me the wound!’’
You sighed, rolling your eyes and lifting up your shirt.
‘’Why didn’t you tell me you were doing bad? I would ha-Ow.’’
He squinted, the worry replaced by confusion. It was looking alright.
‘’You don’t care, remember?’’
You simply said making an attempt to hop off the counter but Alec’s arms were holding you firmly into place.
Alec knew Max had played him a trick but right now he had to focus on something way more important. He didn’t care ?
‘’What have you said?’’, he said quietly looking hurt.
The bathroom was only lit by candles since you hated to shower in full light.
‘’I said you didn’t care.’’ You crossed your arms as you answerer defiantly , meeting his gaze. How dare he come breaking down your door acting all concerned when he forgot about you?
‘’What, by the angels, makes you think I don’t care how you’re doing?’’
Disbelieve echoed in his voice. His closeness and your hurt feelings were causing to pool tears behind your eyes.
You tried to advert your eyes, tried to get yourself together.
‘’Look at me.’’, Alec said softly watching you shake your head ‘no’.
He crouched down a little to meet your eyes, keeping them captive. Seeing the wetness behind your eyes he realized that he truthfully fucked up.
‘’Don’t you dare think for a minute that I don’t care about you. Do you have any idea how worries I was, and still am?’’
‘’Yeah sure that’s why you came to see me the last days. And why you had to remind me that I have no home.’’
You bit your lip, blinking ,trying not to cry. In the silence that followed you would have been able to hear a needle drop.
Alec had no idea where to start, your whole statement was bullshit.
‘’I’m sorry, Y/N. Okay? I freaked out when I got told that you might not make it. That I might lose you. And when you woke up you acted like it was no big deal, like your life didn’t matter and it got me so furious. I was so fucking scared of losing you , I knew you were reckless, but you played with your life. Do you have any idea what you would do to me if you died?’’, he swallowed.
‘’I was blinded by my anger and my fear and I said things I don’t mean. Afterwards I felt so guilty and you clearly showed you that you didn’t want to see me.’’
He softly rubbed over your wet cheeks.
‘’I know I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…’’, he sighed deeply, holding his breath.
‘’I love you, Y/N. I have for a really long time and the thought of you not caring about yourself even thought you are the world to me kills me. And you have a home. You always had and you always will. Here. With us. With my family. With me. You’re my home Y/N.’’
You lifted your eyes up to his, facing him disbelieving.
Did she say he loved you?
‘’Say it again.’’, you breathed not quite believing what you’ve heard. You surely must have misheard him.
‘’I’m your home.’’, he repeated.
‘’No not that, that before.’’
Alec furrowed his brows, looking at you intensely.
‘’I love you Y/N. I’m not good at this. Feeling what I’m feeling, relationships , falling in love with my best friend. Killing demons is so much easier than risking our friendship by confessing this.’’
You couldn’t help but to sniffle, making Alec laugh
‘’I know that you’re not feeling the same and it’s okay I ju-‘’
You interrupted him by diving forwards and pressing your lips against his.
More doing, less talking.
The moment your lips met you felt everything click into place. This is what you were born to do. Loving him. You belonged right here.
Alec buried his hands in your hair , shortly taken by surprise but quickly realizing that he was kissing you.
He deepened the kiss, pulling away to let you breathe.
‘’I love you.’’,you said honestly with a small smile.
‘’For so long. But I was always just your best friend.’’
Alec smiled that smile that mad his blue eyes light up and left you breathless.
‘’You’re still my best friend. I just get to kiss you now.’’
Said and done.

It was half past 11 when Jace tried to catch a look through the little opened gap of your door. When he realized the two people in the room were asleep he dared to open it a little further.
Izzy smiled when she saw you snuggled up in Alec’s arms, his face buried in your hair.
‘’Max deserves a medal.’’


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Coming home to you. Steve Rogers X reader

Originally posted by waterdragon19

“Deliver!” y/n’s head shot up from the sound at the door. Delivery? She didn’t even order anything? y/n looked at the clock hanging on the wall. 10:15 pm. She was kind of getting scared. She got up from the couch and turned off the tv. She stood at the ends of her toes to look through the front door peephole to see who was at the door, but it was too dark out and the figure was shadowy, hiding behind a cloaked hoodie. Her heart pumped hard in her chest.

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Let's Get Wet! (Dan Howell x reader)


Based on Dan Howell’s recent video: Internet Support Group 9

Y/n sits on the couch in the flat, waiting for her boyfriend to finish recording his video.

Earlier she herself had been allowed to go through the emails of all the views, laughing about all the one that wanted Dan to save them from Trump, if only they could.

So now she sits, scrolling through her Tumblr, occasionally reblogging or liking a post or gif. Bored out of her mind she walks around the flat that her boyfriend shares with his best friend, and finally walks by the door of his office.

“Let’s get wet”

Originally posted by pinkpastelphan

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