never over him this night god he was looking f i n e

RFA HEADCANONS: They Get Jealous~

(It’s almost midnight, what am I doing with my life. ANYWAYS. It would be so great if someone would request something *hint hint* *wink wonk* because it’s hard trying to be creative. Lel.)

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RFA~ they get jealous. V+Saeran included.

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Yoosung:

Yoosung has always been a more jealous type. Literally, if he even sees you talking to anyone other than him, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

So, he would go to the restroom for a brief few seconds, and when he gets back..

You’re. Talking. To. Another. Guy??

Now, he didn’t know that this ‘other guy’ was a cousin you haven’t seen in a while.

His stomach goes in knots, and he balls up his fists, wanting nothing more than to go push the guy away from you.

Sadly, he is probably too shy to just walk up there, but for a few moments, he tries to gather up his courage to go take you back.

When he realizes he’s just too nervous, he starts to think that he lost you, and starts tearing up a bit.

At this point, you’d be like “damn boi, how long it take to pee?” And start to look around..well, o shit, your cute blondie is just standing all the way back there.

“Yoosung? Come over here! I’d like you to meet my cousin…wait, are you crying?”

“Wha- cousin?! Oh..! Uhm..I- I wasn’t crying..!! I yawned! Aha. Hi. Nice to meet you, (C/N)..!”

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Jumin:

Uhm. Who are you talking to?

He is pissed off when he see’s you talking to one of his better looking security guards.

L I T E R A L L Y JUST SHOVES THE GUY AWAY.

He’s probably gonna start getting really touchy on you, (kink) and grip you by the waist h a r d.

Casually starts questioning the security guard as to wHY WAS HE TALKING TO YOU?

you’d get really embarrassed, and tell jumin to stop making a scene, buT HE IS JUST “NO” NO ONE ELSE CAN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT?

Straight out fires the guy. Oops.

“Jumin, what the hell?! Why would you fire him? He wasn’t trying to steal me away! I love you, and only you.”

“…Hm. I don’t like people eyeing you like that. That’s for me to do, no one else. ..(Y/N)..you know I love you. I only want what’s best for you.”

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Jaehee;

You two will be at one of Zen’s musicals, just enjoying the show..wheN THIS IDIOT JUST DECIDES TO START FLIRTING WITH YOU???

You try to tell the guy, you don’t swing that way?? But he doesn’t listen??

Jaehee goes into extreme jealous woman mode, and actually lashes out on the guy.

“She said she doesn’t go that way. Do you not get what she meant? Are you that idiotic? Do I seriously have to show you who she BELONGS to?”

Will casually start making out with you right then and there.

The guy will scoff and walk off, giving Jaehee the middle finger.

Jaehee awkwardly pulls away, refusing to make eye contact. She’ll probably start nervously running her hand though her hair.

She apologizes??

Nono, sweetie. No need to apologize. You’re a d o r a b l e.

You both end up leaving the theater, just so you can cuddle the rest of the night in peace.

“Jaehee, it’s fine. If anything, I thought it was cute..now, come here and love me, baby girl~”

Will high key melt at being called baby girl.

“I’m glad that you could just put the situation behind you so quickly..but, I’m warning you. Next time, I may not be so calm. You’re mine, (Y/N).”

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Zen:

Everywhere you went you seemed to get hit on in one way or another. Normally, Zen would brush it off, knowing that you only had eyes for him.

But oh.

One day. ONE DAY. He’s just had enough.

“Hey, cutie~ I lost my number, mind if I-”

“Yeah, she does mind, actually. Back. Off.”

He would roll his sleeves up, intimidating the guy with his muscles.

“Woah, chill. I was just being nice to the lad-”

“well, that lady happens to be taken. Now, if you ever so kindly..back the hell off, that would be great.”

STARTS GETTING REALLY INTIMIDATING IN GENERAL.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL THE TENSION.

HE IS READY TO BEAT THE GUYS ASS.

He’s already a big fan on Pda, but ohhh, it’s gonna increase.

You practically can’t be farther than 5 inches away from him from then on.

“Zen, you know you’re the only one I see..”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry, it’s just becoming so frequent..I want people to know not to mess with you.”

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707:

You two will be joking around, and then you’ll probably trip into someone. (Klutz.)

They’ll help you up, and give you a cheeky smile.

DANG THEY ARE H O T.

They’ll pull some lame pick up line, like “oh, you fell for me kdkfkfk ha.”

SEVEN WILL GET SO MAD.

B A C K O F F M Y W I F E???

His normally cheerful attitude is gonna change real quick.

He will get really serious, and pull you closer to him, making sure you aren’t hurt from falling, first. (Or diseased from the guy.)

High key starts sassing the guy.

Starts to laugh, and gives the guy a lil chest bump thing, as they 'make up’

Yeah, well. Seven stole his wallet out of his pocket.

That guy just lost everything, lol.

His money, his ID card, his credit card, business cards.

Oops.

“Well, you got over that fast. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Babe, look what I got!”

“IS THAT HIS- oh my god. You’re evil. I love it.”

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V:

He’s so gentle, he just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight on a different foot, waiting for you to hurry up.

You were at an art museum, and this guy came up to you, trying to show you the “best art works” there. He started cracking jokes, and yOU WERE LAUGHING AT THEM?

you didn’t know it was bothering V so much, but he was literally starting to tear up?

He wanted to step in, but if you were having fun, and you were happy.. He would stand it.

He actually felt his heart sink when the guy gave you his email address.

“Yeah, email me sometime. I can teach you a lot more!”

You sighed the moment the guy left, and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the trash.

“What a waste. I didn’t want to be rude, but God..he was showing the worst pi- V? What’s wrong?”

“Oh..Nothing. Don’t worry about me. Shall we go over here?”

HE GOT THIS SMALL, CUTE LITTLE SMILE WHEN YOU THREW THE PAPER AWAY, THO, LIKE SKCIFJFJNF.

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Saeran: (Mild spoiler?? Maybe??)

Literally doesn’t like you talking to anyone.

Anyone.

He’s not the kind of guy that is like “oh, you can’t do this, you can’t do that.” But it’s easy to get him jealous.

In fact, he got jealous of his own brother.

“SAERAN~ SEVEN JUST TOLD ME THE GREATEST JO-”

“Yeah? Well if you like his jokes so much, why don’t you just date him instead?!”

Ends up getting in a huge fight with Saeyoung.

Low key starts trying to crack jokes (and fails) to keep up with his brother.

He starts getting so frustrated, thinking he was never going to be as good as his brother. That you would leave him for Saeyoung.

Poor smol bean. You had to reassure him that he was the only Choi for you..in fact, he was the only one at all for you.

“Saeran. You know that I love you, right?”

“Hmph.”

“Saerannn.”

“….I..love you too, I guess..”

“YOU GUESS? IS OUR LOVE IN QUESTION.” (He freaks out a bit when you say this, lel)

“Wha- no! No.. I..Uhm, I love you, (Y/N). I really do.”

Read to Me (Peter x reader)

Hey babes! I hope your day is going well, I’m actually about to start a big test so rip me. This was requested by an anon, and I hope where ever you may be, that the fluffiness brings a smile to your face. I love you all, and thank you for sticking around here. xoxo 

Request: A fluffy Peter X Reader where the reader reads a mythology book (of your choice) to Peter on a rainy night in his room and he’s just in her lap, cuddling and kissing and then they both fall asleep together.

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST


The rain pattered on the window pane, the streaks of water glowing against the moonlight. You were sitting on Peter’s bed, your back against the headboard. He head was laying in your lap, and he was looking up at you in complete awe. 

The two of you had planned to go out to the city tonight, but because of the storm, he decided that it would be best if you both just stayed in. He took you to his room and you scanned over his book shelf, your eye catching a classic book that you loved to read.

As his head was in your lap, you played with his soft, brown locks with one hand while holding the small paperback book to your eye level. You ran your fingers through his hair and moved your hand to cup his face. 

“What?” He looked up at you with that smile that always made you week. 

“Nothing, babe.” You leaned down towards him, and he placed his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him. He pressed a warm and tender kiss against your lips, sending off fireworks in your head. Every kiss was like the first one. It always felt new, and real. You pulled away and peered into his eyes with your glistening E/C ones. You pecked a kiss on his nose before returning your attention to the book. 

“Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.” Your eyes scanned the words on the page as you read them aloud to Peter. 

“Wait, what are we reading again?” He quirked his eyebrow, earning a dramatic eye roll from you. 

“’The Odyssey’ by Homer.” You couldn’t hold back a smile as you shook your head at him. 

“Ohhh, okay. I got it.” He nodded his head and stared up at you, waiting for you to fill the room again with you soothing voice. You continued to read, but the old script was beginning to tire you. It was lulling you to sleep, as well as your boyfriend. When you put the book down, he didn’t protest. 

Peter lifted himself from your lap and you shifted yourself down, so that your head was resting against his chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, his thumb slowly drawing up and down your side. You tilted your head towards him and trailed kisses from his jawline to his lips. He smiled against your lips as you gave him a sweet, but passionate kiss. Peter loved the way your lips perfectly fitted to his, and he reveled in your taste, deepening the kiss. You could feel every fiber in your body contract at the sensation. Somehow this boy managed to make your heart explode with the smallest things. 

You pulled away, kissing him on the cheek before placing your head next to his heart. His heartbeat was steady like a drum. 

He whispered against your hair. “God, I love you, F/N L/N.” Peter gently kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes. 

“Mmm, I love you more, Peter Parker.” Your eyelids were heavy as your smirked against his chest. He didn’t argue against you on it. Usually, he would tell you that he loved you most, but you never let him win that battle. But tonight, he didn’t say anything and you realized he was completely passed out. 

You kissed his chest and curled closer to him, letting the drowsiness drag you down into sleep. 

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

- from “The Odyssey” by Homer


I hoped you liked this cute little one shot that was requested by an anon. I really loved writing this, fluff is literally my shit. I can’t wait to go home and finish up the next chapter of “There”! I hope you all have a lovely day, I’m so grateful for you all. xoxo

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anonymous asked:

Can you write the RFA and minor trio reacting to MC's little brother (around 12) who is very attached to his older sister and does not like the RFA? (All men/women are wolves MC!) How would they win him over?

I’m so sorry this took so long, anon!! I hope you read it even though it’s been awhile since you asked;; It’s been in my drafts forever and I haven’t ever been able to write the minor trio for this request, and i’m so sorry for that!!! I might make a separate post for them later? I hope you like this.. -Green

Yoosung:

-you brought up one day that you weren’t going to be really available because you were going to babysit your brother for the day

-he didn’t know you had a brother!

-he asks if he can join you, and of course you say yes.

-you two drive to your parents house and Yoosung briefly talks to them before they leave, and you two are alone.

-then suddenly you shout from the TOP OF YOUR L U NGS,

-SHOVE AN OREO UP YOUR ASS AND GET DOWN HERE

-yoosung is.

-he doesn’t even know.

-but suddenly your little brother is dashing downstairs and you guys are wrestling so???

-what does he do help him

-once you guys had your little. reunion? ??? yoosung still doesn’t know what happened but is too afraid to ask

-you tell both him and your little brother what you have in store for today so you all don’t get bored. You’ve planned a movie, arcade, and fast food for the night and Yoosung thinks it’s great!

-but he can’t help but notice your brother hasn’t said a word to him?? and won’t even look at him??

-o h  g  o d

-then he sees overall that your brother. does NOT appreciate him here

-Movie: he tried to run ahead with you in the dark theater so Yoosung couldn’t find you and had to sit alone

-I mean, it didn’t work, but what the F U Ck,

-Arcade? Your brother will not let him play any games with you and constantly hogs your attention and literally tries to get you to ditch him and go back home

-you don’t even NOTIC E?

-MC HELP HIm???

-kind of takes it personally and is super done with this fucker by the end of the night

-when you go and tuck him in bed Yoosung just can’t wait to go home and cuddle with you, get back all the attention he lost today

-but then you come down stairs and you bring him to your old room and he’s like. what.

-”oh, did I not mention? we’re staying for another two days.”

-NO YOU DID NOT MENTION

-”I’m sorry I forgot to tell you! You can head back home if you want?”

-HELL NO,,

-he’s not about to LOSE so easily.

-talking about losing, he hasn’t played LOLOL all day….

-he feels bad about asking to play but you’re chill with it so. you know.

-he plays literally all night

-and into the morning

-suddenly your coming out of the room to make breakfast ?/

-he sees your brother come down and he’s about to shut down the game before your brother D A S H ES FOR HIM

-Yoosung is ready to scream .

-before your bro stops and starts babbling nonsense about LOLOL and how

-”OH MY GOD YOU’RE RANKED SECOND??! LOOK AT ALL THE LEGENDARY ARMOR YOU HAVE HOW DID YOU GET THAT!!!!”

-oh.

-oh y e s.

-yoosung is literally praying the Gods above as he shows your brother all his cool stuff

-after that, breakfast is super nice and now your brother won’t stop talking to Yoosung

-he thinks it’s amazing and is so happy he got your brother to like him even if he really didn’t even try

Saeyoung:

-It’s at a family reunion you practically beg Saeyoung to go to that he meets your brother

-right away Saeyoung is like

-lolololololol

-he knows.

-he k n o w s

-THAT DOESN’T STOP YOUR BROTHER FROM TRYING, THO

-all night. literally all night he is trying to trick Saeyoung and play pranks

-and he happily indulges in all of them, KNOWING that yes, a bug is in his drink

-but does he care? NO

-HE LOVES IT

-he knows your brother hates him and Saeyoung finds it hilarious

-and then randomly your brother takes his hand and looks him right in the eye and is like

-”you better not hurt her all right? you’re pretty stupid, but you shouldn’t be stupid enough to hurt MC!!!”

-fucker doesn’t even acknowledge him

-instead he brings out a DS and is like

-”i bet I can beat your ass in super smash bros”

-YOUR BROTHER TAKES THE BAIT THANK THE LORD

-he was about to start crying from stress you have no idea

Jumin:

-family is important!!!! that saying is literally EMBEDDED into your brain

-so better believe your ENTIRE family is invited to the wedding

-which includes your brother

-and you have never been so nervous in your entire life

-Jaehee notices it at the wedding and thinks your having cold feet but then you just take her hands

-”you don’t understand. my brother. will r u in the wedding. he’s a little BRAT??? Jaehee please god help me

-at first she’s confused because like MC what

-but when she looks outside and sees your brother practically boiling in his seat she understands

-so instead of Jumin’s father walking you down the isle you have Jaehee

-you discussed it with Jumin’s father but not with your husband so when he sees this he is HIGH KEY STRESSED

-W H A T

-how D A RE,, his FATHEr???

-he makes a mental note to scREECH later

-now is not the time, Jumin

-you’re shaking like a leaf and holding onto Jaehee for dear life

-you almost want to make her stay with you as you exchange vows

-you almost do, she has to rip you off of her arm

-Jumin now sees how worried you are and the whole time he’s whispering to you not to worry and how happy he’ll make you

-JUMIN THAT’S no T IT

-finally the rings come out and you’re more relaxed now because your brother hasn’t been a BITCH so far

-but then you see him start to stand

-before Jumin can put the ring on you your brother yells

-”WAIT JUST A SECOND!!”

-are you serious

-AT THE LAST MOMENT?!

-BROTHER WHY

-you’re literally groaning and throwing your head back in agony, about to fall to your knees as your brother makes his speech that you are completely sure he was thinking of all day

-you can see Zen nodding his head and silently agreeing with your brother and you’re going to have to talk to him later oh my GOD

-once your bro is done you’re so humiliated like. p l ea se just put the ring on me and go

-but surprisingly Jumin is totally calm

-and gives the snarkiest and best reply ever to your brother and now you’re blushing because aww babe

-your brother never said anything bad about your marriage after that

-little brat you love him tho

Jaehee:

-this one is a little more ,, tame

-your parents were actually coming to see the coffee shop you had made with Jaehee, and happened to bring your brother along.

-he was pretty chill the entire time, but Jaehee noticed his little glares and snarky comments

-she didn’t really pay it any mind, because 12 year olds will be 12 year olds.

-but after awhile… it was really starting to get on her nerves how rude he was to her.

-she had asked you what your brother would like to eat or drink, and you gladly told her what his favorite snack and drink was

-it was so sweet of her to get something!!

-bitch u thought

-she did make the food, but didn’t offer it to him.

-she just sat it on the counter and waited for him to come to her.

-she had to wait practically an hour

-but eventually YES he did come up thank god

-”do you want a snack? your sister told me what you like.”

-she could see him trying to make a fuss. she could SEE it.. but he didn’t

-he tried to just grab it and leave

-nnooononono not in my house

-she literally grips his hand so tight that he lets out a little squeal

-”do you have a problem with me, little man?”

-he’s shaking his head so hard oh god please Jaehee don’t kill him

-she let’s him off with the food because Jaehee figures she’s scared him enough to leave her alone

-just kidding now he won’t leave her alone

-wants to know how she got so badass and cool

-she guesses… this is better than before

-not really the outcome she was looking for?? but okay??

-recommends her judo studio to him and the next time they come over to the shop he shows her his new moves

-now they’re judo buddies

Zen:

-so you invite the family over for one of Zen’s performances! yaaayyy,,,

-oui…

-your brother is just flat out complaining the whole time

-he reaaalllyyy does not want to see your boyfriend

-he also reaaaalllly does not want you to see your boyfriend

-you just grab his ear and tell him to shut up so he does

-you all go over to the performance and head backstage; you want to wish him luck!

-when Zen sees you all he politely introduces himself and gives your parents handshakes

-and when he sees your brother Zen kind of like… just knows

-silent agreement. All men are wolves. Instant respect

-which kind of throws your brother off with how cool Zen is him

-you all leave for your seats and your bro is still like. wut..,

-the play is amazing!! you weren’t expecting anything else!!

-you greet him after the show and he’s flooded with compliments from your parents which of course Zen totally gobbles up into his rat tail

-the more his ego grows the longer that fucking thing gets. 100% canon

-and then Zen straight up goes for a handshake with your brother with some kind of gay admiration in his eyes so your brother takes it feeling so conflicted because his performance was really great and he was actually pretty cute?

-oh god i think Zen made your brother gay

Meeting the Archer [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Jason x reader where the reader meets Roy for the first time”

A/N: I love this idea! Love love love! <3 Hope you like it darlings!! ^_^

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Today was the day, you’re meeting one of Jason’s ‘coworkers’ as he liked to call them. But you knew it was one of the other members of the Outlaws. Today you were meeting Roy Harper aka Arsenal.

And you were terrified! This is Jason’s best friend! What if he hates you? Or thinks you’re not good enough for him? So many things could go wrong!!

Jason had suggested that you should meet Roy first in order to ease you into this, saying, and I quote “An orange alien may be a bit overwhelming to start with” leaving you rather confused. 

But let’s focus on the problem at hand. You’re currently overthinking this, remember?

“[F/n] calm down, Roy’s going to love you.. Well maybe not ‘love,’ we’ll leave that to me.” Smirking as he lead you by the hand. Through the park, to a cafe you both enjoyed.

“I don’t know if I can do this Jay, what if he doesn’t like me?” Insecurities on full display at this point. Your hand gripping his slightly tighter, but enough for him to notice.

“He’s going to like you I promise” he stopped walking and turned to stand in front of you. Gluing his blue eyes to your [e/c] ones.

“What if he thinks I’m not good enough for you?” diverting your hues to your intertwined hands.

He shook his head, “That’s nonsense, if anything I’m not good enough for you. You’re beautiful, smart, kind, an amazing listener and person in general, shall I go on?” pulling you a bit closer to him.

“I’m flattered by the compliments Jay but I don’t think I’m ready” pulling your hand from his. Turning to retreat, but feelin a grip on your wrist.

You were tugged back and lifted over his shoulder, squealing “JASON!”

“Sorry babe, but Roy’s waiting and I’m not letting you chicken out. I’ll carry you the entire way if I have to” You could hear the blatant smirk in his tone. This boy.

“Jason I swear to all things holy, if you don’t put me down” Threatening in the most intimidating way you could, but in the current situation you were anything but intimidating.

You heard his chuckle, “You’re cute you know that” patting your ass in the process. You normally wouldn’t blush at the gesture, but he usually did it in private. And currently you weren’t in private, getting giggles and chuckles out of every person you passed.

Feeling your face heating up in the process. “FINE!” giving in, “I won’t run just put me down!”

“Magic words?” he stopped walking and smirked over his shoulder so you could see him. “Please” you smiled innocently at him.

“Not that magic word, the other ones” Giving him the ‘you’re joking, right?’ glare. “Say’em”

“Fine… Red Hood is better than Batman” muttering so only he could hear you. “And?” he lead on, “ and was the best Robin” you finished. He laughed before putting you down, “Damn straight”

“Let’s go before I change my mind” chuckling while tugging at his hand. Obeying he followed, making your way to lunch. 


It was a nice little cafe. Having outdoor seating on warm days like today. Making your way inside, you watched as Jason examined faces. He stopped on a man that matched Roy’s description.

Standing when Jason walked over to him. They did that bro hug thing that guys do with their buddies. Smiling you walked over to the pair, Jason wrapped an arm around you. “Roy this is [F/n], [F/n] meet Roy”

Shaking his hand he looked you over before allowing a large grin to make it’s way onto his features. “Ah, so this is the one true love. What the hell Jay I thought you were always talking about me?”

You laughed at the hurt expression and tone he used. Jason only shook his head chuckling. You both saw across from the red haired male, holding the others hand on the table.

“I never thought I’d see my jaybird falling in love” Roy wiped away a fake tear. You’re liking this guy.

After ordering a couple drinks, Roy began to dive into stories about Jason on missions. Highlighting his most ungraceful moments. Even making Jason’s cheeks flush from embarrassment.

“And then this one time, he was jumping rooftops with Kori and I. Though Kori doesn’t need to jump roofs. Anyways, Jason thought it would be fun to see who could do it the fastest, and we raced. He was about to win until he got cocky and misstepped. He ended up getting his foot caught on the ledge and he straight up face planted. He.. he” getting cut off with his own laughter. “He ended up breaking his nose and needed stitches on his forehead.” You were both laughing now.

“Oh man that’s nothing! On our one month anniversary..” You began but was cut off.

“Don’t you dare!” his tone darkened but you couldn’t help yourself. You only laughed it off, “Oh come on it’s funny. So anyway, he had called me earlier that day asking me to come over his place that night. He sounded super stressed and I knew he would be out. I went over before he would be home. Set up this whole elaborate relaxing night. Candles, his favorite take out, favorite whiskey, me~ if you’re catching my drift.” He nodded suppressing laughter, while Jason was hiding behind his hands. “So I’m waiting in his room for like an hour after he was supposed to get back, I get tired of it and walk out into the living room. To find he had eaten the food, drank the whiskey and passed out on the couch”

“Oh god no way” Roy laughed. “I’m dead serious. But I didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He felt so bad the next day.” Nudging Jason’s arm.

“I’m disowning both of you” he mumbled before lifting his head to look at you. “Aw but you love us” Roy jutted out his lower lip.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t dare disown me” Pecking his cheek after speaking. “Yeah you’re right I wouldn’t disown you” he pecked your lips, eliciting a teasing ‘aw’ from Roy. “But him!” pointing an accusing finger at the archer, “He started the embarrassing stories”

“But you still love me, right Jaybird?” You were beginning to love that nickname and were definitely going to use it.

Jason only rolled his eyes, “That’s ‘yes’ in Jason speak” Roy made you laugh once again.

Though your laughter was cut off by his phone ringing. “Sorry to cut this short love birds but Ollie needs me and duty calls” he said whilst reading the text.

Before he left they gave each other another bro hug. “It was so nice meeting you Roy, let’s all get together again soon” you hugged him. “You bet” he replied enthusiastically.

When he pulled away and went to leave he made sure to tell Jason, “Treat her right Jaybird, she’s a keeper” patting his shoulder before leaving.

After he left you and Jason followed suit soon after.

“And you were worried” he chuckled, walking through the park once again.

“I was but I’m glad you talked me into going. He’s a really good guy” you smiled, leaning into Jason. “I think I’m going to be the one worried to get you two together now, in order to save my dignity” he chuckled.

Laughing you kissed his cheek, “What dignity?”

“Ouch” he mocked offense, making you both chuckle. “What do you say we head back to my place and I make up for what happened on our anniversary?”

“Oo, someone’s eager” teasing laced in your voice, an amused grin on your face.

He tugged you back toward him throwing you over his shoulder again. “Very eager” he laughed before carrying you through the park.

“Goddammit Jason” yelling as he carried you.

Only getting laughs out of him, smirking he said “You shouldn’t have told that story.”

Dating V would include

Originally posted by jeonbase

Kim Taehyung
- Okay this boy
- You’d never know what to expect
- One moment he’s there then the next you turn around and he’s gone???
- Where’d he go???
- You would steal his jackets and he wouldn’t even be mad because oh my gosh you’re wearing his clothes
- He could double as a pillow/ teddy bear while sleeping
- There would seriously never be a boring moment
- Ever
- Couples clothes
- Building forts together, esepcially in the colder months
- Lazy mornings
- Lying in bed together, cuddling while it rains
- Or playing in the rain, it varies
- Whispering in the dark to each other at night
- His precious square smile all the time
- Really deep voice omg
- You’d want him to sing you to sleep all the time
- And he’d happily do it
- If anyone makes you upset you know he’s ready to fight them
- But first he’s going to hug you and make sure you’re okay
- He’d probably rock back and forth and stroke your hair to calm you down
- Best friend couple tbh
- You trip each other and wrestle
- But it turns into laughing and cuddling and cute smooches
- MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE I MEAN WHAT
- He looks pure but he’s a sexy lil shit
- And he k n o w s it
- That tongue
- Frick
- MOVING ON
- You think you have a date with Taehyung
- But in reality you have a date with Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook
- You’re third wheeling on his dates with the maknae line
- Or even fourth wheeling
- Okay just putting this out there
- If you guys have kids
- He will be such a gREAT FATHER
- GOSH
- I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE DAY HE HAS KIDS
- He’d just be so kind and loving and all tHIS WILL PROBABLY BE COVERED IN A LATER MORE IN DEPTH POST
- If you’re also weird and outgoing, Yoongi might cri bc he just wants to sleep
- But he cannot because you and Tae are just doing something
- God knows what
- Probably rapping Cypher together outside of Yoongi’s door
- While Yoongi is lying in bed with a pillow over his face
- You’ll be there for the day Tae finally gets to have his own Cypher
- (please let that day come)
- You’re really supportive him and he’s really supportive of you
- You honestly might come home to a pet goat one day
- “Tae.. what is this?”
- “A goat.”
- “Yeah but- you know what okay.”
- It’s better to not ask questions with him
- B A C K H U G S
- So much cuddling
- And snuggling
- AND JUST HOLDING EACH OTHER
- So much skinship in general tbh
- He just wants to make you feel loved
- Have u seen his hands
- U get to hold those hands
- You’re just so lucky to have Taehyung be your boyfriend let alone be in your l i f e he’s just such a blessing
- Everyday will just be full of love with you two
- So much that the other boys will be sick of your love (secretly jealous)
- But like I said, it’s just such a loving relationship

anonymous asked:

hi, love your 3x20 meltdown! :) oh and how about their lips never parted with that flip!! but I just stared at the gifs of Felicity walking away in Nanda parbat and him looking destroyed af... so a prompt idea, in the lines of something like them now getting back together and Oliver saying to F. that he watched her walk away two times and he couldnt survive a third... well something like that, I'm sure you'd make it more interesting than me here :)

Last Moment (Olicity, 5x20 spec fic, Explicit)

Thank you, anon! And oh yes it absolutely kills me how their lips never parted. P-e-r-f-e-c-t-i-o-n.

For the sake of this ficlet, let’s pretend there is going to be a parallel between 3x20 and 5x20 (*crosses fingers*) and instead of Nanda Parbat, it’s Russia. This includes Oliver/Susan of Season 5 paralleling Felicity/Ray of Season 3 (they break up). 

This is the morning after. (Slight Angst Warning)

Please see the end for my additional Olicity thoughts in Season 5 re: this ficlet.

(Read on AO3)

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Oliver watched her.

Her movements were mechanical… no, they were methodical, each move planned with a deliberateness that he recognized all too well. There was nothing playful or bashful, nothing that spoke to what had just happened. Not that he expected it. Some part of him had known this was coming when he knocked on her door last night, when he saw the tiny crack in her facade, when he touched her cheek and she leaned into him, sighing with a heaviness he felt in his soul. He did the same thing when facing a moment that might be his last - compartmentalize, just to get through the next minute, and the next, and the next.

She had to, for what she was walking into.

Acid burned in his chest, but he forced himself to stay quiet, wanting to just watch her for a little bit longer. He didn’t say anything as she pulled her pants on, buttoning them. Her bra was next, followed by her shirt and then her jacket.

She was leaving, like he knew would happen. And he knew he had to let her, but god, he didn’t want to.

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Helpless

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Requested: Yes [Hello,first I wanted to let you know that I love your blog and second,could you please do a reader x Draco (Hufflepuff reader if possible )imagine based on the song helpless from the Hamilton musical(probably my favorite song)BUT with Draco being the “singer"like the song being his point of view(replacing the sister things by crabble or goyle and skipping the marriage thing or poor stuff if you want idk it is your choice)Thanks💚 > from anon <]
Warning(s): N/A
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‘I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight’

Draco sat on the sidelines of the Yule ball, sipping punch and glaring at his friends. Crabbe and Goyle were dancing with two pretty girls while he sat in the shadows. He hadn’t come with a date, not knowing who to ask.

The drink was bitter and he sighed. This wasn’t how he envisioned his night going.

Then you walked in and my heart went boom! / Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom / Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume’

He saw her suddenly, her y/e/c eyes sparkling from across the room and her y/f/c dress flowing down her body. He was entranced.

“Crabbe, who is that? I want to make her mine.” Draco asked hoarsely. Crabbe grinned.

“That’s, Y/N. Hold on.”

“My friend made his way across the room to you / And I got nervous, thinking “what’s he gonna do?”’

"Y/N, I’m about to change your life.” Crabbe said as he led the girl closer to where Draco was waiting. He had set his drink down, hands shaking slightly. He couldn’t help thinking that maybe Crabbe was stealing you from him already.

"Draco Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached to kiss her hand and she smiled.

"Malfoy?” she asked lightly, a laugh breaking from her perfect lips. Draco suddenly didn’t know how to speak with her standing before him.

"My friend.” Crabbe nodded. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Draco and Y/N smiled at each other, and the rest was history.

‘One week later, I’m writin’ a letter nightly / Now my life gets better every letter that you write me’

Draco couldn’t forget that magical night. He had danced with Y/N for the rest of the night, sharing secrets and talking about random little things. And when the night was over, he had kissed her in front of her common room door and promised to speak to her. Draco couldn’t leave her be.

He soon realized that as a Y/H, they didn’t share many classes together, so he started writing her letters. He knew his way with words. It was the only way he could truly express his feelings.

He never knew if anything he wrote made sense, but she must have understood something he was writing because two weeks later they were dating after he asked her father for his blessing.

‘I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit / As long as I’m alive, Y/N, I swear to God you’ll never feel so helpless’

"I must have done something right,” Draco thought as he held her hand and stared into her endless, beautiful eyes.

And now three years later they were still just as in love as they were when they were kids. Draco wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Originally posted by d-rarry

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: Peter accidentally dating a villain who is a classmate

alright let’s get it started and hot! i’m on mobile and my writing is shittier on here for some reason so i apologize, but hey! look who learned how to bold text on mobile😂 i might actually right a full fic based on this..

- It all started when you moved to mid-town for your assignment to find and kill Spider-man. $1,000,000 on his head, and you had finally narrowed it down. Your sources had managed to discover he was enrolled at mid-town as a student.

- You didn’t really want to be the villain, you actually found it so cliche. But multiple mercenary missions later for the “not-so good guys” you were basically considered one of the baddies now, and you honestly didn’t care at this point.

- Well your codename was considered as a baddie you weren’t dumb enough to let your real name slip.. No one would expect a teenage girl like you to be one of the most wanted assasins in the country so you were perfect for the assignment.

- In your classes you were found carefully studying each and every male student near-by. Their mannerisms, physical build, anything you could somehow link to being spider-man.

- One particular day, you found yourself sat beside the one and only Peter Parker, you ruled him out long ago, He was too physically weak for everything that Spider-man was capable of.

- Where you were on the run unlike the typical teens, you weren’t like most of the girls you saw. You’ve never felt emotion for anyone else or even a small crush.

- somehow that little dorky Peter weaseled his way into your heart, and you tried your fucking bet to not let him.

- but he was so adorable, and sweet, and kind to you, unlike anyone else had.

- You found yourself often distracted from your observations by the boy, whom you had tried to avoid but couldn’t help but try to run into.

- eventually, Peter and you were assigned a paper together that required work outside of school.

- You were T E R R I F I E D

- You couldn’t let him get in the way of your goal, you needed the cash, and if you let this client down, your reputation would be ruined.

- the night following the day the paper was assigned, Peter had asked you to come over to help with the research, and you couldn’t say no to that boy if you tried.

- the two of you had bantered multiple times in class, and he considered you a friend so it really wasn’t awkward.

- About an hour in, the two of you found yourselves laughing at the most pointless things, lying on his bed and you almost forgot about your fucked up life of murder.

- “God, (Y/N), holy shit i’m having so much fun” He said sitting up and you followed suit.

- “Oh really Pete?”

- He glanced down at your lips and back to your eyes and spoke. “Oh yes really”

- Then you tried to fight the urge to lean in, closing the gap between the two of you, to let yourself fall for him even more, but you lost and your lips met his.

- Months later, the two of you were incredibly happy, and you had almost found out who spider-man was, but you were torn. Being with Peter had shown you hat you wanted to tear away from that past, you wanted to be a hero.

- One night you were over at peters and you found out, he was your target.

- The tear began pouring and you couldn’t stop it, you couldn’t do it any longer.

- The concern from peter made it even worse, you couldn’t believe you let him live a monster like you.

- “(Y-Y/N), it’s not that bad, i’m sorry! What’s wrong, are you alright?”

-“Peter, i-”

- You finally had told him, everything, your past and how you were sent on a mission to kill Spider-man.

-“You’re, You’re the assasin. Mr.Stark told me about you. (Y/N), that can’t be true.” Tears were evident in his eyes as he tried to think rationally. “Tell me it’s not true” He yelled, and Peter never yells.

- “I can’t”

- You began to walk out of the room, tears pouring down your face, and as soon as you opened your mouth to say “goodbye” for the final time, you felt something pull you by the wrist, spinning you around to face peter.

- He still had small tears upon his face, and it broke your heart knowing that you had caused him this.

- “Peter, let me go. I’m no good for you, can’t you see that? I’m supposed to KILL you.”

- “You don’t have to, (Y/N). I love you alright, and i can’t bare to see you go on the run again, and killing people. I know deep down you don’t want to do that anymore, and you don’t have to,” he shook his head, “I-i can talk to Mr.Stark about an arrangement, i mean you got more skills than any average person, maybe you can help? Please, (Y/N) you don’t have to do this.”

- You couldn’t believe Peter was doing this, offering you a second chance at life, a life where you could do good. But you realized, here’s no way in hell you could do any good, you’ve done nothing but murder innocent people, and nothing could make up for that.

- “But, Peter, i can’t redeem myself, i’m the bad guy. I’ve been a fucking assasin since i was 13, there’s no way i can be a hero like you. I’m despicable, i want to but there’s no way.”

- The sobs started as you leaned into peters embrace, and peter just comforted you with soothing words and reassurance.

- after awhile, he pulled you up to meet his eyes with your chin upon his fingers.

- “Look, (Y/N). I know you don’t want to go back to being a mercenary, and i understand you don’t feel like you can be a hero with your past. But you know what?” He said whispering the last part, “I know you can, he’ll look at the Scarlet Witch, she originally fought against the avengers, and now look at her. You can be good, (Y/N). You can, and i believe in you alright.”

- Peters face was so etched with love and sincerity, that you were unable to to argue that you were an awful person, and you leaned in, smiling knowing that you might be able to do some good with peter by your side for once..

OH GOD THIS IS TOO LONG ISNT IT?? I TRIED MY BEST, AND I REALLY LIKED THIS IDEA IM SORRY IT MAY NOT BE WHAT YOU WANTED…but i think i may write this as a fic?? i loved the idea so please tell me if i should!

I Want To Know You- Spiderman x Reader

@mcfucfairy Request -Hey, can I request probably a one-shot where the reader has powers kind of like starfire from teen titas but insteed of green gold and her and peter go to the same school and she is in team cap and when they are fighting peter recognised her, and then she was hurt when the tower fell, so she they get back to Queens he tries to get to know her and become friends. I know this is probably long but could you please try. Thanks
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Hey, sorry this took so long but I kept changing it…hope you like the finish product lol.

Key: (H/N) - Hero Name (F/F)- Favorite Food (E/C)- Eye Color (H/C)- Hair Color (Y/N)-Your Name (Y/L/N)-Your last name Warnings: Violence, fluff, romance, pushing people away (idk is that a warning?) __________________________________________ You tug your jacket tighter against your freezing frame as you try to make it home without any trouble, not that you were scared of getting attacked, you knew you could take anyone on. You were worried about running into any criminals. One-because you were tired and didn’t want to have to be (H/N) tonight, and two-because your Mom was making (F/F) for dinner and you didn’t want to miss it. You walked through the night, your messenger bag tight at your side filled with your mask and boots in case any baddies decided to pick the wrong night. Just as you were beginning to feel hopeful, you heard a scream. Surpressing a groan you ran into the nearest ally and pulling off your over clothes to reveal your black and silver form fitting spandex. You dig through your bag, pulling out your leather boots and mask You press your mask on and tug on your boots as fast as possible. “Somebody help me!” you hear a woman screech and you spring into action. Your feet lift off the ground, and speedily you fly your way towards the voice, hoping you didn’t take too long. When you get to an abandoned ally you see at least five beefy thugs all surrounding a terrified blonde woman. You land on the dumpster, folding your arms and clearing your throat for their attention. Their heads snap up to you, the first thugs eyes flittered with fear for just a second before you start talking, “You know if you want a girl, maybe you should ask her out first.” you say sarcastically, tilting your head as the thug growled, “Of course you’d have to shave the beard though, no offense but you are NOT pulling it off.” you joke, chuckling slightly at the glares you were getting from the men. “Get out of here (H/N)” One of them growls, pathetically trying to scare you off as the woman by the wall starts whimpering in fear. Your eyes snap to the woman before returning to the disgusting men, “You know usually I give a warning,” you say, hopping off of the dumpster to be face to face with one of the men, “But when it comes to men like you, you don’t get warnings.” you growl, now staring up at the man that almost looked afraid. Before you can say anything else, the man swung his fist at you, a move you easily dodged, backflip kicking him in the jaw and landed easily. He stumbled back as the other men came towards you throwing punches left and right in which they all missed. You perched your arm on the wall and yawned mockingly, “Oh come on, is that all twinkle toes?” you ask, raising your brows. Another one comes toward you and you simply kick him in the stomach. He doubles over and you kick his head, knocking him out. You sigh, “Guess so. Alright, I’m done.” you say as gold energy surges around your fingers. You feel your energy all pouring into your hands before aiming and blasting the energy, knocking them all into the wall of the ally behind them. They all remain still and you cross your arms in triumph, proud that you knocked them out before turning to the woman who was now sobbing quietly on the ground. You approuch her carefully, “Hey,” you say, gently placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, “It’s alright, your safe now.” you assure her. Her crying dies down a bit and she turns to you, lifting her face out of her hands, “Thank you.” she whispers. You smile at her, standing up and offering her a hand in which she gladly takes, “thanks,” the woman says, her eyes bleeding with sincerity. “Just doing my public duty.” you joke, “Not a lot of jobs that require flying and blasting energy out of your hands.” you chuckle, “So this will have to do.” your eyes drift over to the unconcious men and you sigh, “Maybe I should get paid.” you mumble, before you see a red figure land not too far from you. Your head whips around to see none other than the infamous Spiderman, leaning on the wall to your right. “Spidey!” you exclaim to your least facorite superhero, “You’re just in time,” you tell him, pointing at the men, “You don’t mind binding them would you?” you ask, “I don’t exactly carry hand cuffs with me, never really been my kink.” you joke and Spiderman looks slightly uncomfortable, “Y-yeah.” he stutters, and you tilt your head in confusion. This wasn’t like Spidey, he was acting nervous. He shot his webs at the men, binding them to the ground as he turned to you with pride in his stance, “All done.” he declares, “Although I’m pretty sure you owe me a thank you now.” he teases and you roll youer eyes, walking past him and patting his shoulder. “Make sure she gets home safe,” you say, pointing at the woman, “I got a plate full of (F/F) with my name on it, and I really don’t wanna eat it cold.” you say, beginning to lift off the ground. “What so I’m doing your work for you now?” he jokes and you supress a grunt. God he could be so annoying. “Oh come on Spidey,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m pretty sure you owe me.” you say, recalling the memory. He scoffs, “And why would I owe you?” he asks, beginning to get agitated. You smirk, “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve saved your ass quite a few times in the past.” you say, putting a hand on your hip. He rolls his eyes (at least it looks like he does under the mask) “Yeah right,” he says folding his arms across the spider on his chest, “You’re the one who always needs saving.” he grumbles and you raise your eyebrows in amusement, knowing that he was wrong. “Whatever Spidey,” you sigh, flying higher, “I don’t have time fir this.” you say, “Cold (F/F) remember?” you joke, finally turning and flying off, leaving Spidey with the damsel he would be making sure got home safe. ——————————————————————– You stood outside the doors of Midtown High, waiting out the rain as you sat by one of the pillars. You sigh, leaning your head against the pillar as you stare over the many students out in the rain, walking home as if the water didn’t even effect them. Usually you didn’t mind the rain, but right now, you just didn’t want to go home. You didn’t want to be alone because you knew what your thoughts would drift to. The accords. Apparently the government wants to be in check with all of the Superheroes, making sure that they’re safe. As much as you thought it made sense, you couldn’t help but feel as though that meant giving up your freedom. It wasn’t just the accords that were getting to you, it was Steve. Steve was now known as a fugitive according to the News. He went against the government to save someone known as “The Winter Soldier.” You recognized him from the pictures as you saw him on the news, he was Bucky Barnes. You didn’t know how but somehow he was still alive. Steve had told you about Bucky and you knew how alone he must have felt after he died. You didn’t care what the news said, Steve always did the right thing. Whatever he’s doing now has to be a good reason. Your snapped out of your thoughts by a figure sitting next to you on the concrete. You turn your head to see the dark eyed Sam wearing a navy blue baseball cap. Your eyes widen and you smile wide, “Sam,” you whisper shout at one of your closest friends. He chuckles slightly, looking you up and down, “You’ve grown.” he declares and you laugh slightly, “Well it has been months.” you say, “What are you doing here?” you ask, your smile dropping as you think of the only reason he’d be here, “Would you believe me if I said it was because I missed you?” he asked with an amused smile on his face. You rolled your (E/C) eyes, giving him a face as he laughed. “Alright, alright.” he surrendered, putting his hands up in mock defense. Your dear friend took a deep breath, looking at the sidewalk warily before his chocolate orbs connected with yours. “Steve needs your help,” he started, “I’m sure you’ve heard about the–” “accords, Yeah…” You interrupted him before trailing off. “I’ve heard. Bucky is all Steve has left. He needs him, I know that.” Sam nodded at your words, “They’re forcing us to be put in check, anyone who didn’t agree had to retire, obviously Steve didnt agree.” Sam explained as you nodded, “Did you hear about The Winter Soldier taking down that building?” he asked and you nodded, not wanting to interrupt. “It wasn’t him, But of course nobody will listen.” Sam sighed, “Tony’s after us. I could barely get here.” he explained as you set a comforting hand on your shoulder, “I know I shouldn’t have, you’re just a kid and–-“ “I’m in.” you interrupted him. Sam studies you, making sure you’re certain, “You could get hurt.” he says firmly and you smile, standing up and brushing yourself off, “Eh, couldn’t be worse than what I deal with every night.” you joke and Sam smiles, “(Y/N), you dont have to do this.” he assures as you stare at him intently, “I want to fight for the right thing Sam.” you tell him seriously before he nods. You both break out into big grins as you engulf each other in a big hug, “Missed you kid!” he says muffled between the embrace. “Missed you too Tweety bird.” you tease as he groans. —————————————————————- Part two is coming soon!! Hope you like this part! 👍

Originally posted by sergeantskinnyjeans

Dear Damian Part 5 (Older Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Well, this was going to be the last part of dear Damian, but a conversation with @the-singing-canary inspired me to prolong the suffering >:) have fun lovelies! <3

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 6 * Part 7

(Reader is a Girl)

Tagging @maruthor@isabellegunawan@the-singing-canary

Warnings: swearing, bloooood, and the angst (oh, and a few possible gramatical errors, sorry!)

Word Count: 1173

Master List


Your heart thundered in your chest as cold sweat ran down your back. Your head whipped around to your father, only to find him with a twisted smile on his face.

“What’s the meaning of this?! We had a deal!” Words that you meant to sound angry and intimidating only came out in a terrified squeak.

This only seemed to delight your father more. “that’s right my dear, we did have a deal! What was it again? OH! That’s right! You work for me, and I will refrain from killing your little boy toy over here!” He said, pointing to Damian. He let out a sigh and continued,” But, sadly, I have found myself becoming… hmm … what’s the word?” He asked, rubbing his chin, his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Bored! That’s it! So I will, unfortunately, have to let you go. Guards! Seize her!”

Before you even had time to react, several of your father’s guards appeared out of nowhere and apprehended you, twisting your arm and pinning it behind your back causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain. Damian was on his feet immediately, his hands still bound behind him, and the guards still trying to force him back into submission.

“Don’t you touch her!” He seethed, trying to get out of the guards’ grip.

“You have me, just let her go!” He shouted at your father.

“Oh my! How incredibly noble of you Mr. Wayne! But I don’t think I’ve made myself clear, you both are dying. It’s nothing personal- “

“Bull shite!” You shouted, interrupting him.

“-Just have to tie up those loose ends, I’m sure you understand.”


You were both dragged, kicking and screaming to your father’s dungeon with your father standing a safe distance away looking rather amused.

The numerous guards that were holding you, threw Damian and you into the same containment cell. You fell onto the cold hard concrete floor, scraping your forearms. You shot up almost immediately, running to the cell door. The guards slammed it in your face. You scowled upon seeing your father on the other side of the bars smiling gleefully.

“I’ll give you two some time to catch up before the executions start. Oh! And I wouldn’t try escaping if I were you, because that would just mean that your deaths would come so much quicker, not to mention, they would be oh so boring.”

Your scowl remained engraved on your face, “You son of a bitch!”

Your hands darted through the bars and grasped his clothing. A look of bewildered Shock spread over his face as you pulled him to the bars, his head making a satisfy “Clang” as it hit the steal cylinders.

“We had a deal!” You screamed, repeatedly bashing his head into the bars while his guards tried to pull him away.

“WE HAD A DEAL!”

The guards then hit you in the head with a small, but very hard object, causing you to lose your grip on your father and stagger back into a pair of comforting arms.

The guards surrounded your scowling, and currently bleeding father. He glared daggers at you, “I will enjoy watching you die, Daughter.” He spat the last words out like venom, before briskly walking away.

Once he left, you suddenly remember whose arms are around you. You whirled around quickly, and let out a slight gasp at Damian’s battered, bruised, and bloodied face. You bit your trembling bottom lip, as you hesitantly reach your hand out to his face.

He closed his light blue eyes and gently leaned into your touch. Your fingers traced around the bruises on his face, a sob wrenched through your throat causing his eyes to snap open and pull you into a tight and loving embrace. You cried into his broad shoulders, letting your tears mingle with the blood dripping down from your nose and lip.

“I’m sorry Damian!” You said between sobs

“I didn’t want to hurt you, I never wanted to!”

He hushed you and gently rocked your trembling body back and forth. He lightly kisses the top of your head and whispered and a calming voice,

“I know [F/N], I know.”

He gently pulled away from you and looked into your [E/C] eyes. His hand gently caressed the right side of your face then made its way to your slightly swollen and bleeding which he gingerly grazed over with his thumb.

His eyes swelled with tears.

“I know why you did it, and I know you didn’t want to, but [F/N], why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was dripping from the psychological pain you had put him through over that past several months. It broke your heart to see him this way.

“Why did you put yourself through all that pain, and all that suffering, just to save my rotten hide?” the tears were now streaming down his face.

“I did the both for the same reason. I did it, not only to save you, but to give you a second chance at a happy life, a happy ending. To give you the opportunity to meet a new girl- “your voice broke, and a fresh wave of tears came rushing down. “-fall in love with her, start a family with her. Because I love you Damian Wayne, and all I want is for you to be happy!”

“Well, there is a massive fault in your plan.” He scowled, his voice rising in anger as he gripped your arms. “Because the only way for me to be happy, if I am with you [F/N]! Not someone else, I need you!”

You both stared intensely at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling each other into a long passionate kiss. Your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, and his around your waist. That kiss, lead to several more, until it turned into something else entirely.

You did although, eventually stop, and laid next to each other, eventually drifting off to a, surprisingly peaceful, sleep.


The morning came much too quickly. Sunlight seeped through the cell walls falling across Damian’s unconscious face. You observed his slumbering features, a small smile danced across your lips as you began to play with his raven black hair, twisting the semi long strands around your fingers.

Damian groggily opened his eyes and turned over on his side to face you. He pressed his forehead against yours, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God morning Dami.” You said softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.

“Good morning beloved,” He mumbled in a gravelly morning voice.


I would love to tell you that this is how our story ends, that you and Damian remained in each other’s arms, living happily ever after. That your father had miraculously grown a heart that night and decided to let you go to live out the rest of your lives. But that is sadly, not how our story ends. In fact, the worst has still yet to come.

we just wanna figure out l-i-f-e

summary: rockstar au mixed with best friends get pregnant

word count: ~2500

a/n: I wrote this as a challenge to myself to write something because I’ve been having the hardest time lately, so weeee [posting only because @swans-and-pirates insists that I do :)]


“How are you?” he whispers into the phone, as if they’re lying side-by-side in this bed that’s far too cold.

Emma curls her legs up toward her chest. If she closes her eyes, it’s almost like he’s right here with her. So she keeps them closed and doesn’t dare open them.

“Busy,” Emma replies. “Kinda miss you, Jones.”

“Kind of?” he asks as if he’s completely scandalized. “Bloody hell, Swan, I miss you a hell of a lot more than kind of.”

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College Visit [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by Anon: “Can you do a Jason x reader where Jason meets the reader’s college friends for the first time and he’s really nervous they’re going to hate him”

A/N: Honestly when I first saw this request, I got super excited. I love this idea! So thank you and I hope you like it my lovely anon!! <3

Warning: Pretty fluffy, sweaing

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College college college. The stress, the parties, the classes… all very overwhelming. If it weren’t for Jason’s daily calls you wouldn’t make it.

You hated being so far from him, but a scholarship to Coast City University wasn’t something you could pass up. When you first told Jason you were moving across the country, he wasn’t thrilled.

Though he got over it and supports your studies. Most of the time he’s on missions with Roy and Kori anyways. But he still called you every night, and tonight was no different.

“I hate school” you groaned into the phone while spinning in your desk chair.

“You say that every time we talk” he chuckled on the other end.

“I know, but it’s just so true. I’m here on a Friday night finishing an essay while Alex and everyone are out at a frat party.” Your roommate Alex was your childhood friend who ended up moving to Coast City your sophomore year. So when she heard of your scholarship she insisted you room together.

Out of all your college friends she’s the only one who knows about Jason, though she’s never met him. And only seen pictures.

“Hey I don’t want you at any frat parties. I don’t trust those college guys” being protective as usual. You rolled your eyes laughing. “Did you just roll your eyes? I know you just rolled your eyes.”

“Damn, how do you always do that?” You stood up from the chair and walked to look out the window.

“I’m a hero babe, it’s what I do” you could hear his smirk over the phone. “Sorry sweetie, I think you mean outlaw.” Correcting his statement.

He chuckled, “And that’s why you’re the one who went to college”

“Where are you at tonight?” you questioned, while still watching out the window.

“Home, no missions as of late. City’s been quiet though, no patrols either. It’s fucking boring here” you could tell he slung his head back by the way his voice faltered. Being over dramatic as usual.

“Why don’t you come visit me? You can meet my friends and I’m sure Bruce will let you use the jet” you proposed.

“I’d love to see you but your friends I don’t think I’m ready” his voice lowered and turned to a mumble on the last few words.

“Are you the great Red Hood afraid of a few college girls?” you teased an amused smile blooming on your face.

“What?! NO! I-I’m just…… Fine I’m afraid they may not like me. They’re your friends what if –?” he started but you cut him off.

“What if I stop loving you because my friends disapprove” you finished his sentence, “Jason that’s preposterous. You know I love you more than anything, no matter what anyone thinks. So come visit.. Please.. For me?”

“But [F/n]” he was unsure of what to do with himself. “Please… I’m pouting by the way so you have to succumb” Making sure your voice sounded as if you were pouting.

“Fine fine, okay. I’ll be there Sunday, but I have to go my brothers just walked into the manor. I love you, see you soon” Hearing the smile in his voice made a beaming grin grow on your lips.

“Bye Jay love you too. Tell everyone I say hi” you finished before hanging up.

You couldn’t help but feel giddy that he was coming to visit you, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him. Sighing happily you fell on your bed.

Though your relaxing was short lived as the door flew open. “[F/n] [F/n] [F/n]! Guess who got three numbers tonight” one of your friends cheered happily as she came in before Alex and your other friend. “That’s great Cara” you chuckled.

“Sam got one too!” she cheered, obviously a little tipsy. You stared at your friend Sam a shocked expression on your face. She was usually shy, this was surprising.

“A bunch of people were asking where you were! I wish you didn’t have to study” she frowned as your other two friends laughed.

“Alright Cara, I think you should sit down.” Alex pushed her desk chair to her. “So, did Jason call tonight?” Alex questioned, drawing the attention of your two other friends.

“Who’s Jason?” Sam asked smirking at you.

“O-Oh, uh. Its my boyfriend” Nervously scratching the back of your neck.

“BOYFRIEND!” Cara yelled. “Shh, do you want to wake up the entire building?” you scolded glaring at her.

“Since when?” she questioned quieter. “Three years” you answered shrugging.

“Why have we never heard of this Jason?” Sam eyed you. “You never asked” meeting her gaze, hoping the excuse would work.

“Anyway he’s coming to visit me Sunday so you guys get to meet him. And you two should head to your dorms, RA will be around soon.” You mentioned, the two immediately hopped up wishing you goodnight.

When they were out of the room Alex turned to you, “Excited?”

“Understatement” you laughed as your beaming smile returned to your face.

“I’m excited to meet this guy, the way you talk about him make me curious” she said before walking to the closet to grab some pajamas.

“You’ll love him, he’s just perfect” Falling back on your pillow. The way you talked, anyone could tell you loved that boy.

“Alright little miss heart eyes, get some sleep. Tomorrow we have to figure out what to do Sunday.” She ordered, of which you happily complied. But you couldn’t sleep at all that night because you were so excited. Who would be able to sleep?

Saturday went by like lighting. You decided that just meeting in the courtyard/park on campus would be the best option.

You were sitting on a blanket laughing with your friends. Jason was texting you he was on his way.

‘On campus be there in 3 minutes’

Smiling down at your phone, friends catching on immediately. “Is he here?” Alex asked.

“Yeah he said he’s 3 minutes away.” Constantly you kept scanning the area, trying to spot the familiar face. But your eyes immediately caught his blue eyes and white streak.

Immediately upon seeing him you jumped to your feet and ran over to him. “Jaybird!” you yelled before jumping on him. Catching you, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around.

Pulling away you from the embrace you slipped your hands behind his neck and pulled him down. Eagerly you met his lips with yours. Both smiling into the kiss.

He pulled away looking into your eyes, “Fuck, I missed you.” Completely used to his cursing you didn’t even flinch at the profanity.

“I missed you too. I’m so happy you’re here!” You beamed up at him. He couldn’t help but smile at the grin and sparkle in your [e/c] hues. “Come on, they’re dying to meet you” you took his hand and pulled him toward your friends.

Upon walking up you could feel how stiff he was. “Guys this is Jason. Jay this is Alex, Cara, and Sam” you said pointing to each of your friends.

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” Jason said wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s great to meet you to Jason. Please sit” Alex spoke up first, the both of you sat next to each other.

Jason’s arm never leaving your side. “You okay?” you whispered upon sitting. “Yeah fine” he answered nodding.

Your friends immediately bombarded the both of you with questions. When exactly did this happen? How did we meet? What does Jason do for a living?

Trying to answer each question as honestly as possible without giving wind of his nightly activities. Your friends seemed to like him. And they expressed it when he had to take a call.

“Oh I got to take this it’s Roy” he said before standing up. “Hey man” you heard him say over the phone while walking away.

“So.. You guys like him?” You smiled at your group of friends

“Consider me jealous” Sam said first while smiling at you.

“Yeah he seems really nice and in tune with you” Alex smiled at you.

“Don’t forget hot” Cara, the ever outspoken one, piped up. Each of you immediately looked at her, shocked at the outburst. Though unsure why exactly you were shocked. Deep down you knew that was coming. “Come on he is! You can tell how ripped he is through his shirt!”

“Oh god” you pinched the bridge of your nose, chuckling.

“You’ve seen him shirtless, exactly how ripped is he?” she questioned as you felt a burning on your cheeks. Your other friends were amused off to the side.

“I-I don’t know” you stammered waving your hands in front of you.

“How can you not know? You’ve done it haven’t you?” she really has no shame. You turned bright red, about the same as Jason’s helmet. “I-I mean yeah but I’m not going to tell you about it” you looked over your shoulder, sighing in relief to see him walking back.

“So ladies what’d I miss?” he dropped next to you. Looking at his face you saw a deviousness in his eyes. Shit, he so heard all of that. Your suspicions were confirmed by the way he pulled you onto his lap. A smirk growing on his face.

Cara shared the same expression. “You know, we have some studying to do in Sam and Cara’s dorm so how about we head out and give you guys some one on one time” Alex said before Cara could tease you. You gave her a thankful look. She nodded before leaving with the other girls.

“You heard it all didn’t you?” not even turning to look at him.

“Oh yeah every word” he confirmed while chuckling.

“At least you know they like you.” Shifting so your head was on his lap and you could look up at him.

“That I do” he traced your features gently. “You’re so beautiful”

“Why thank you, you’re not so bad yourself” you countered, a laugh playing into your voice.

He leaned down and connected his lips with yours softly. Pulling away he began to run his fingers through your hair. You missed this so much, and him being here made all of the stress from school melt away. Sighing you relaxed into him more. Glad to have your Jaybird back.

I TRIED TO WRITE FOR RICHARD MADDEN...

IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

New Years One Shot #1 !!!

Word Count: 2,554

Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!

((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

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dueling pianos (daveed diggs imagine)

prompt: daveed goes out to a bar where you’re performing and he stays after to talk to you

warnings: probably light swearing, alcohol, kind of shitty ending ?!1?1!!1?

word count: 1,351

a/n: idk if I want to do a part two - suggestions? xo enjoy lol


His eyes were on you from the second you started setting up. The way you moved around the keys had him lost. He couldn’t even hear you playing yet, but he was whipped. 

Renee had convinced the cast to go out to a new dueling pianos bar that she had found the week before. Daveed agreed without hesitation; the last week of shows had been excessively long and he needed to drink. A lot.

Unfortunately, the second he saw you, he sobered. Daveed found himself no longer craving alcohol, but rather just to talk with you. 

You and your partner, Peter, had sat down and were doing mic checks. You ran your fingers over the keys, playing a mindless song before placing your hangs in your lap.

“So here’s the deal,” you spoke into the microphone. “We are going to play your requests. If you really want to hear a song, then you should add something special to it.” The crowd laughed. Daveed smirked. 

Peter added on, “And if you don’t like the song we’re playing - you can outbid it! If Y/N gets a request for a dollar and you really hate that song… Two dollars, five dollars -”

“Twenty if you really want us to stop,” you added, a smile on your lips. 

There were notecards on the tables with pencils. Lin had already written out four different songs, wrapping a twenty around the requests. Daveed rolled his eyes as Lin brought them to you. 

“You guys know this one…” you said as you began playing. Honestly, you cringed slightly as you began playing. It was a classic, but working in a piano bar you played it constantly.

“Just a small town girl,” you sang.

Daveed’s heart soared. If your ability to play wasn’t enough, your voice had him melting. Lin hollered. 

Pippa and Jasmine were shouting lyrics like it was their job. Carleigh had put in Party in the USA, to which you added: 

“Six dollars to stop Miley Cyrus, and you can play whatever the hell you want!”

The requests for songs continued. Daveed was struggling - he couldn’t think of any song worth suggesting. He had a twenty in his hand, ready. But no song to accompany it. He kept thinking, but settled on American Girl, knowing he’d be back up soon with any luck. 

He was shook. The second he walked up to the piano, he forgot everything. You were even prettier up close. You hair fell on your shoulders, the top of it tied back in a little knot. You were wearing a black jacket over a tank top that was riding a little lower than appropriate. His mouth was dry.

You looked up from your seat seeing the man before you. Peter was singing, so you were adding chords here and there. Daveed placed the notecard on your piano; the corners of his lips turning up at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you breathed. 

“You’re really good,” he started. You missed it, but smiled anyways. It was loud and hard to hear. Besides, you worked in a bar - drunk men were fawning over you constantly. What made the ridiculously over attractive guy in front of you any different? You thanked him still, hoping it was a compliment about something other than your boobs. 

Looking at the song, you smiled. You made it your first priority song.

“Twenty dollars to outbid!” You laughed as you started. 

Suddenly, a bartender came over with a request. You were a little disappointed to have to stop, but saw a twenty and a one and knew the song had been outbidded. You opened the notecard to find the new request: Play chopsticks on repeat for the rest of the night.

Instantly, you laughed, reading the request to the crowd. There were excessive hollers. Daveed huffed.

You shrugged before began. G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E…

This continued for another few minutes, begging every so often for someone to bring an end to this. 

“This has never happened to me,” you giggled. Peter was in pieces. Every time he tried to say something, his laughter made the words disappear. 

After another moments, Jonathan threw twenty five dollars on the piano, asking for anything but that. When you started playing “Take Me Baby,” the cheers grew.

“Take me baby, or leave me!” You sang, a smile dancing on your lips. Your fingered graced the keys, playing with joy. 

Moments like these were ones that reminded you why you did this every night. Moments where the songs made you smile and the drunks were minimal because let’s face it - the only thing worse than drunk people was drunk singing people.

Daveed was enjoying the show more and more with each song you played. Still, he checked his watch frequently. As much as he loved listening to your performance, he wanted nothing more than for it to be over and for him to buy you a drink.

You wrapped up the concert. Slightly tense; you felt his - ridiculously stunning -  eyes on you the entire show. You considered ducking out the back, maybe to avoid complete embarrassment, but you remembered you had forgotten your phone charger on the piano. Huffing slightly, you went back out. The lights were on as it was around three and the club had been cleared out. 

The cement floor was covered with littered straw wrappers and napkins; and waiting at the bar, you noticed a curly head of hair sipping on a glass of water. Immediately, you blushed. You tried to be quiet, but managed to trip over a cable in the process. 

Daveed turned at the sounds, jumping slightly. He smiled a little, before rushing from the bar to help you up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, offering his hand.

You accepted, wanting nothing more than to escape your own awkward self. 

“Fine, thanks.” 

Daveed held your hand a beat too long before letting go. Sheepishly, he mumbled an apology. 

“I, uh, I stayed late to tell you how good you were,” he stumbled over his words, “At piano!” he added, scratching the back of his neck. You were confused. He wasn’t slurring his words.

“You mean, you’re not here to hit on me?” you asked, then instantly regretted it as his face flushed crimson.

“I mean -”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried. He cocked his head to the side, “It’s just, I’m used to old guys staying after to pick me up,” you forced a laugh.

“Geez, I’m only 35 but -”

You stopped him again, “No, I - ugh. I’m sorry. Can we start over?” 

He laughed.

“Hi, I’m Daveed.”

“Y/N,” you extended your hand.

“You are very talented, Y/N.” 

You smiled. His confidence was growing; he was more comfortable with his words now.

“Thanks for coming out.”

The two of you started walking towards the exit, chatting about the show. He couldn’t help but fawn over how your hair bounced as you walked, or the way your eyes crinkled at the sides when you smile, or God, the way your legs looked in those pants.

He cut himself off. Shaking his head slightly. Looking up to you, he saw you yawn softly, then shiver.

Instinctively, he took off his jacket. You tried to say no, but he already had it wrapped around you. 

The two of you walked for another ten minutes before he flagged down a taxi for you. As you enter the cab, you started to take off his jacket. Quickly, he stopped you.

“How else will I know that I’ll see you again?” he asked, a smile toying on his lips.

You bit your lip, “Wanna get coffee sometime?” 

He nodded, scrambling to get his phone out of his jean pocket before handing it to you to add your number. 

He caught you hand as you returned the phone, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly.

The door shut and you were driving away, clutching his jacket a little tighter.

Red Pt. 2 [Jason Todd x Reader]

@jay-birdbitchez @roseangel013bf

A/N: Here’s the second part of ‘Red’. Thank you for the positive response of the first part! I’m sorry this isn’t as good as the first one, but I tried my best. Thank you @the-chick-with-the-best-fandom for this amazing idea!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1772

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

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There were many things that drew Jason Todd to you. When he first met you, you were the innocent one on the streets. Your heart was too soft for Gotham City, and while it was admirable, he also thought it was pathetic.

In Gotham City, kind people were betrayed, stepped on and left in the dirt. It was every child for themselves and everybody knew it. Jason had to survive using his wits and turning his heart stone cold.

You, on the other hand, seemed almost the complete opposite. You had a heart of gold, a rare find on the streets those days, and you only sought to steal bits and pieces of different places so no place would be damaged significantly.


“Hey! Get back here, that’s mine!” you yelled, chasing after a young boy your age. He was like you no doubt, a street rat.

“Better luck next time shortie!” he exclaimed, jumping over a fence.

After losing you–a fairly easy task–Jason grinned at his prize. It was a warm loaf of bread, no doubt just recently taken out of the oven. He wondered how someone as weak as you could get her hands on this, but no matter. It was his now. Besides, you had a bag full of them, losing one couldn’t hurt.


The thing about you that made Jason always come back to you was that you cared.

You cared for those who were weaker and younger than you on the streets. You gave them your share of food, provided them with clothing and blankets for the night and made sure they were safe. You treated their wounds and helped them find a place in the world, without question. You didn’t gain anything from it, you just did it because that was who you were. That’s what made you a person, and that’s what Jason loved most about you.

Your forgiving nature was also another feature Jason adored. You forgave people. You weren’t naive–you never forget–but you were willing to give those you truly cared about and the people who deserve it a second chance. You had this uncanny ability to forgive even him, and he certainly didn’t deserve a second chance. You saw something in him that no one else did. You forgave him over and over again.

Your caring and forgiving personality were your best features, and you had no trouble displaying them. So when Jason found that you were seemingly ignoring him after that night at the bar, he wasn’t necessarily disappointed or worried, he was royally pissed.

You had forgiven him for worse things than simply neglecting you for a few weeks. You had forgiven his sins and his wrong-doings yet you couldn’t see past this? Furthermore, you had forgiven criminals and street rats that were contaminating the city, yet you couldn’t find it in your heart to let this issue go?

Jason thought it was ridiculous, and childish. He knew you were avoiding him; your landlord had informed him that you were still paying your rent. You were still here, yet you chose to not face him.

He never thought after all these years, the friendship and what the two of you had would crumble because of some unnecessary jealousy. If you had kept in contact with him, you’d know he already broke it off with that woman–and it was over you as well! The damn bitch said some not-so-nice things about you when she was drunk off her ass. You had no reason to hold such a thing against him.

He knew that if you were going to continue avoiding him, he wasn’t going to be the one to initiate the first move. You were the unreasonable one this time, not him.


Though it was incredibly frowned upon, Roy Harper had a perfectly reasonable reason to break into the woman’s apartment.

He landed in your bedroom swiftly and quietly, noticing how eerily silent the entire place was. Running a finger along the desk, he narrowed his eyes at the dust that stuck to his finger. Upon closer inspection, the entire place was coated in a thin layer of dust, as if no one had been living there for the past few months.

Roy had initially came to your apartment to find and convince you to speak to Jason again. No matter how stubborn that man was, Jason was a mess without you. He killed more, had a shorter fuse, stay out drinking late, smoked more often and god knows what else. You were the one who kept him sane and though he acted pissed he was really hurt and upset.

Roy smiled as he remembered the first time he met you.


“So you’re Roy Harper.”

Roy glanced up from the computer screen and saw a pair of perplexing [E/C] eyes studying him with curiosity.

“That’s right, and you?” he asked, smirking. He had to admit, you did look pretty cute.

“Off limits.” Jason growled as he entered the room, standing in front of you protectively.

Roy glanced between the two of you and chuckled. “No way man, is she your girlfriend?!”

“What? No!” Jason exclaimed, his cheeks turning slightly red. Roy’s smirk widened. Yep. Jason was definitely into you.

“Just friends.” you corrected kindly, smiling.

“Yeah sure.” Roy drawled skeptically, wriggling his eyebrows at the two of you. “We’ll see how long that lasts.“


It wasn’t long until he befriended you, and it wasn’t long after that did he discover your feelings for Jason.

Roy continued to explore your apartment, taking care not to look too deep because he respected your privacy. The more he looked, the more he realized just how… wrong everything was.

The apartment had obviously been out-of-use, and as far as he knows no one had seen you, not even your landlord, yet you still paid your rent.

He sat on the couch and began to go through all the things you spent your credit card on over the last few months. When he saw that you had purchased absolutely nothing, and had not even used your money to pay your own rent, he knew that something was wrong.

Something was seriously wrong.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Alright I’m coming!” Jason yelled, marching over to open the door. The person in front of his door, whoever that asshole was, had been slamming their fist on his door for a straight five minutes. Jason had hoped to ignore whoever was outside but he had enough of the noise.

“What the fuck do you want?” he hissed at Roy.

“It’s [F/N].” Roy breathed.

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ignoring the beat his heart skipped. “Not interested. Goodbye.” He was about to slam the door but Roy’s next words stopped him.

“I think she’s been taken.”

Jason froze and his blood went ice cold. He pulled Roy inside the apartment and closed the door. “What do you mean ‘you think she’s taken’?”

“Because she’s been off the radar for months and nobody has seen her.” Roy explained.

“Wait her landlord said that–”

“The payments were paid by an outside account. She doesn’t even live in the apartment anymore, it’s covered in dust.” said Roy, frantically showing Jason the evidence; photographs, video footages and records. It didn’t take a great detective to see that you hadn’t been seen over the last few months.

As Jason scanned the evidence over and over again, that’s when he began to panic. Fear crept into his heart and seized it tightly, squeezing and twisting it until the pain was almost unbearable.

You hadn’t been avoiding him, you had been gone and he didn’t even notice.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jason swore, his hands flying to his head. He paced back and forth, his mind already thinking of the worst-case scenarios.

“Do you know when she was last seen?” Jason inquired.

“Here.” Roy showed Jason a security footage of a very familiar bar. “This was the last time we saw her on camera.”

Jason watched you leave the bar he, his ex and you went to a few months ago. Your head turned from left to right; you were looking for a cab. After a few minutes and some frustrated gestures, you walked out of the camera’s view.

“I’m betting she must’ve been taken not long after that.” said Roy.

However, Jason wasn’t listening. There was a strange ringing in his ears that he couldn’t get rid of. His body felt numb and he fell into an armchair.

“Jason?”


Laughter erupted from Jason’s throat when he heard another one of your stories. He couldn’t remember how long it’s been since he last spent time with you. Ever since he got a new girlfriend he hardly had time for you.

“Jason baby.” his girlfriend drawled. He turned to her and smiled, missing the look of sadness that appeared on your face. “Let’s dance!” She hopped off the stool and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the empty space in the bar. The jukebox was playing a rather slow song, perfect for a couple.

“Sure thing doll.” said Jason, grinning from ear to ear.

That night, his girlfriend was completely wasted. She could never really hold her alcohol well, so off course by the end of the night she was drunk as hell.

“Okay, that’s enough.” said Jason, dragging her away from her shot of tequila.

“But Jason!” she whined, pouting. He sighed, knowing he had to take her home. It was dangerous to walk in the streets of Gotham alone at night.

“[F/N], I have to–”

“I understand.” you smiled, and like before, he missed the sadness that flashed across your face. “Do what you have to do.”

“Thanks [F/N], you’re the best.”

He left the bar, his mind completely focused on getting his girlfriend home safely. He had forgotten that she wasn’t the one walking home alone that night.


He had forgotten you. Jason was so concerned about his girlfriend that night he didn’t realize he had left you to walk in the streets of Gotham all alone.

When you never returned his calls or made an effort to contact him, he immediately thought you were avoiding him. It never crossed his mind that you were taken because all this time, he had always been there for you.

He didn’t even realize he stopped doing that, he didn’t even realize he had left your side. Now, he faced the consequences of his actions.

And he felt his heart being ripped out of his chest because of it. The guilt and pain in his chest was immense and it only grew over time.

He had failed you.

What would i do without you?

A/N: this is not requested but I thought it would be fun to write an angsty ass imagine so lets do this.

Paring: Jughead x reader

Word count: ???

Triggers: angst,blood,attempted murder,language

Originally posted by archiiandrews


Your P.O.V

You knew how much the drive in meant to Jughead, which is no suprise since you and him had spent almost all of your dates there just because it was going to be torn down. This was the final night, the last night that a movie would be played here.

The scenery was beautiful, the sky was dark and the stars were shining brighter than ever. You prepared for a very hungry Juggie so snacks and blankets were packed.

You laid cuddled into Jugs chest and listened to his heartbeat. The movie on screen was Y/F/M and it was coming to an end. This is the love of your life, the raven haired boy with the crown beanie. You studied his features for a moment his bright blue eyes and his soft lips, god you loved him.

“What are you looking at?” he whispered softly while looking into your Y/E/C eyes.

“Oh nothing, just my beautiful boyfriend” you said lovingly. He laid his hand in the back of your neck while leaning down and pressing his lips on yours. Your hand automatically went to his hair and pulled his beanie of and tangled your fingers in it. Jughead laid some more pressure on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss and you let him. The two of you needed to pull apart for air and looked at each other.

“I need to change the disc, I’ll be back in a minute” Jughead said and kissed the top of your head while standing up and putting his beanie back on. That was totally fine with you as you needed to go to the toilet The walk was only a couple of meters, what could go wrong?

You stood up and stretched a bit and yawned, stepped into your shoes and walked of the blanket you were sitting on only moments before. Rubbing your eyes you headed into the building but before you could open the door or even reach for the handle you were grabbed by the waist and pulled of to the side in a not so friendly manner.

You stared up into the face of no other then a Southside serpent, this was not good. You where about to scream out for help but then you felt a big sturdy hand over your mouth stopping you.

“Listen here you little bitch if you scream then we’re going to make you have something to scream about” he said angry as you nodded profusely an looked at the other people in the back. “We know about you and your filthy little murder investigation with the so called boyfriend of yours” You felt a knife at the side of your face and you stiffened a little more. He let go of your mouth and tied your and together behind your back.

“Now you’re going to tell us all about it or we’re make you never say anything again” you felt the knife press against you skin and break through so that now it was bloode running down your face. The tears was spilling and making the serpents laugh.

“I’m not telling you anything” You spat in his face while saying this. “Because unlike you I have morals and a thing called a heart and people who actually love me” you said with a voice lased in poison.

“I hope you said I love you to your little Jughead because there will be no more you after we’re done with you. Tie her up boys” They were about to put a cloth over you mouth but you bit them and uttered a gut wrenching scream that echoed through the drive in. You knew that this was the end when the first guy hit you straight across the face. The taste of metal filled your mouth as it was starting to bleed

You glanced in the back of the crowd of serpents and made eye contact with non other than FP, Jugheads dad. The contact was short but the pleading look on your face was very noticeable but he just looked down again as they started to tie your feet together.

Jugheads P.O.V

The movie was now changed and I was back on the blanket, the wait for Y/N was suspiciously long and I started growing worried. Just as I was about to get up and look for her a scream was heard, I already knew it was her. I stood up and ran to the back. My feet had never carried me this fast before in my entire life. My breath hitched as I turned around the corner and saw her o the ground with feet and hands tied together, face covered in blood and tears.

“Get ready to stop breathing you little shit” I herd a guy in a leather jacket say to her as the others walked away laughing letting him do the job by himself. He sat down on his knees before her and grabbed her neck.

Your P.O.V

As his grip tightened you just laid there quietly in tears unable to say a word. When everything started turning black you felt the pressure completely gone in an instant when someone tackled your attacker. You laid there trying to catch your breath as you spotted a hat laying on the ground, Jugs beanie. Sitting up straight you started feeling dizzy you saw you boyfriend on top of the guy hitting him across the face with his fist multiple times.

“DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN” he yelled at the top of his lungs. As the dizziness took over you fell to the ground again as you saw Jughead running over to you while dialing 911. He untied the cloth around you mouth “Juggie” you whispered to Jug as he began to untie the ropes around you hands and feet. He was done with removing the ropes and he looked at the wound on your face and caressed it lightly with his thumb.

Before both of you could react the Serpent ran away with blood on his face from Jug hitting him and breaking his nose. Jughead lifted you up bridal style and you herd the sirens of an ambulance coming  your way.”Juggie I’m getting tired” You whispered and frowned. “ Babygirl you need to keep your eyes open no matter what ok?” He answered with so much care and sorrow in his voice it was heart breaking.

He carried you into the ambulance and sat there with you the whole ride and held your hand. You tried to keep your eyes open but about 2 minutes in you couldn’t take it any more and fell asleep, but just before that you heard Jughead let out a sob he thought you didn’t hear.

Jughead P.O.V

There came sob one, sob two and three and so on. My girls face is covered in blood, there’s a nasty deep cut right across her cheek and I couldn’t make it disappear and make the pain go away or make the deed undone.

That night I slept at the hospital in a really uncomfortable chair holding her hand. I called all of her friends and told them they could come and visit tomorrow. Around 12 am I started crying again. I felt so broken, what if she doesn’t wake up again, I have failed her, I’m a horrible boyfriend, I don’t deserve her… I don’t deserve her. I cried myself to sleep and god did I wish I never went to change that god damn movie.

I woke up to my phone ringing, Archie popped up across my screen and I answered.

“Hey” I said with a clearly broken voice.

“Hey man, the girls, Kevin and I thought we’de come and visit you two” He said with a very concerned voice.

“Okay I’m not just sure if she’s waking up any time soon but it would be nice to have you guys here” My voice broke at the end of that sentence.

“You okay?” Archie asked carefully.

“Do you think I am?” I said with a very hateful tone and hung up. Why did this have to happen?

Before I knew it was a knock at the door and the whole group came in quietly. I just stood up and went over to Archie and hugged him. All the others were really surprised of my actions but I didn’t care. He eventually hugged and as he did I started crying. The rest of the sad breakfast club came and joined me and we pulled apart. My eyes were again red and puffy from crying so much. I sat back down in my chair and took Y/N’s hand once again. The machines beside her bed kept on beeping.

“How long do you think it is before she wakes up?” Veronica asked softly and sat down in a chair across from me.

“I don’t know to be completely honest” I said and rubbed the back of my neck. And as if on cue her eyes fluttered open.

Your P.O.V

The bright lights of the hospital room were blinding for someone who has just woken up. I look over to my side to see Jughead and Veronica talking.

“Juggie” I said so quietly that he barley heard me.

“Hi beautiful” he said with a voice drenched i love. I smiled a little and squeezed his hand. Holy hell he’s amazing. Wait had he been crying? He has, my poor Jughead.

“The whole scooby gang” I said a little louder so everyone heard me. After that we all hung out for a couple of hours before they had to head back to school since they had taken a couple of periods of so that they could see you.

“Bye Y/N” they said one by one while exiting the room.

“Are you sure  you’re not going to come with us to school Jughead?” Betty asked him while tilting her head so her ponytail was over her shoulder.

“No thanks” he said and turning his head towards you he finished the sentence “I’ll stay here with my girl” You smiled up at him and boy where you happy he was staying.

“Okay, see you both around” She concluded while jogging out the door to catch up with the others. The door automatically closed behind her with a tiny click.

The raven haired boy kissed your nose and in response you put your lips on his. His forehead rested on top of yours as he spoke up “I tought I lost you” he finally said. You could tell he was still hurting about what happened yesterday. “You’ll never loose me” you said laying your hand on his cheek. Jughead looked down at the floor “I’m not good enough for you” he whispered so low that you couldn’t hear him. “Excuse me, I didn’t hear you” you answered.

This time he spoke louder “I’m not  good enough for you, I could have followed you to the door, i could have never changed that fucking movie! I could have saved you.”

“Juggie, come here” You say while skooting over to the side of your hospital bed and patting the place next to you. He slowly came and laid down beside you and you placed your head on his his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. You started moving your finger over his chest in random patterns and he played with your hair. “You’ll always be good enough for me, you beat that guy up for me, you untied the ropes around my legs and hands for me, you called an ambulance, you carried me and you saved me. If you hadn’t come I- I would be dead” You said and swallowed hard at the last words. You felt the tears running and Jug wiped them away with his thumb. He smiled down at you.

“What did I do to have such loving girlfriend?” He asked slightly chuckling.

He leaned down kissing you with so much passion you could feel all the emotions he felt. Your lips molded together and it was a moment that both of you would remember for the rest of your lives. You in his arms finally feeling safe after yesterdays event.


A/N: so this was my first imagine and I hope all of you reading enjoyed it! I made Jugbug more emotional than usual but I felt like he would be really emotional during something like this. English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Byeeee <3 

Mistakes you made | two

Bucky x Reader

Summary: in which Bucky breaks up with you because of an insecurity. 

Word Count: 3731 | Rating: R [NSFW] 

Warnings: SMUT! cursing, yelling, making the reader jealous…

A/N: When I was thinking of making a part 2 for this all my brain was chanting was “SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT” and dayum I did it.

Requested by the lovely: @frenchtherainbow

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Let Me Teach You A Lesson :: Eggsy Unwin Imagine

This took so long, I am so so so sorry! I hope you like it though! Requests and prompts are open!

Request: Love ur blog so much do u think u could maybe do an eggsy imagine where y/n is dancing with someone else and eggsy gets really jealous and Smut smut smut stuff and have a cute ending -Anon

Eggsy’s Point of View

I make my way over to the usual table on the patio at the coffee shop and plop down in the seat in front of the pretty (c/h) female. “Hey there (y/n),” I winked causing her to smile with a shake of her head, “Hi Eggsy.” I smile at her and nervously bit my lip, “What’s wrong?” she asks as I fiddle with the collar of my polo. “Well, remember I work at Kingsman?” I start and she nods, “Well the company is holding their annual ball this Friday…and I uh, was wondering if you could be my date. Only if you want to!” I quickly add in a slightly louder tone causing her to laugh. She nods quickly with a huge grin, “Yeah I’ll love to go with you!” “Really?” I blink in awe at her smiling and sipping away at her iced coffee, “Really!”

Normal Point of View

I twirl in front of the mirror as if I was a teenage girl all over again getting ready for prom. Which is kind of funny and nostalgic since Eggsy was also my prom date back when we were in high school. Although, we actually didn’t go to prom due to his financial issues, instead we dressed ‘pretty’ and went out to a diner and had a movie marathon back at my place. But honestly I couldn’t ask for anything more, it was perfect, and prom is totally overrated anyways. I scoff and look over to the cheap plastic crown sitting on top of my shelf, besides we won prom king and queen, I thought as a placed the dusty cheap plastic crown that Eggsy got from the dollar store on to my head. In all honesty it looked a little stupid, with the beautiful flowing (colour) dress and the perfect curls pulled over my left shoulder. Suddenly the doorbell rang, erupting me from my mirror daze. I carefully take off the plastic crown, setting it back to its original place before bounding down the stairs. I all too excitedly swing open the door to come face to face with the handsome Eggsy decked out with his fitted Kingsman suit, classically slicked back hair, topped off with those thick dark rimmed glasses he sometimes wear. “Well aren’t you handsome,” I shyly smile while pulling on my heels. The blonde flashes me his famous grin and winks, “I can say the same to you, gorgeous.” With that he swept me off my feet and escorted me to the Kingsman ball.

-

It was simply awful. I wish I never came.

Was I being a little dramatic? Why yes, maybe just a smidge I huff, taking yet another swig of alcohol. I down my third cup of the night and rest my chin in my hands, eyes never once leaving Eggsy’s tall stature on the dance floor. After entering the stupid ball never once had Eggsy looked my way, or yet even talked to me, hell he hasn’t even been in a 3 meters radius of me since we got here hours ago. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I drop my face into my hands, I should’ve seen this coming. But there I was hours ago thinking that maybe I would have a chance of Eggsy even thinking about maybe being more than friends, never have I felt this self conscious as I was now. I bitterly laugh at the pathetic being I was as I remember how incompetent I was compared to any other living female that walked this damned planet. Shaking my head to clear the on coming hot tears, I flag down the bartender for another drink. “I will die happy if I could unseen all the shit I’ve seen all night” I mumble to myself, chugging down my fourth drink angrily all the while watching Eggsy holding beautiful hot women close to him while dancing and smiling into their perfect soft locks of hair. It makes me sick, I jealously huff getting up to leave. Honestly, it doesn’t even matter if I was here or not I laugh, it’s not like he would realize that I left.

I spare one last glance at him in hopes to maybe catch him staring back, but it never came. Getting up from my stool at the open bar I make my way to the exit, but obviously being me, I never got far. “Hi there,” smiled a tall brunette, “Leaving so soon?” I blink up at him in slight confusion, was he talking to me? “Uh…yeah.” He frowned slightly before a smug smile stretched across his face, “Well that’s a shame, I was wondering if you would join me in one dance.” I laugh with a shake of my head causing a numb throb to resonate in my head, probably shouldn’t have drank that much and so fast in one sitting, “I guess one dance won’t hurt.” He grins and loops his arm around my shoulders leading me to the dancing crowd. I guess if he worked for Kingsman he wouldn’t be so bad, since Eggsy said that you needed to be a proper gentleman to actually work there. But then again, men still have needs, I conclude as I feel his hand travelling a little too south on my waist. I should’ve said something but I didn’t, maybe the alcohol didn’t help with my need for someone’s attention, or maybe it just slowed the hell out of my brain. I couldn’t even comprehend what happened as I felt a familiar hand rest on my shoulder, gently pulling me into a firm chest. “That’s enough Lucan, I think it’s my turn to dance with her.” I look over my shoulder and of course there stood Eggsy with his little smirk, even though I was slightly tipsy I couldn’t help but notice the dangerous glint in his olive green eyes. “As you wish, Galahad,” the brunette male bows, almost teasingly, placing a chaste kiss on the back of my hand before stepping away into the crowd. “What the hell was that?” Eggsy snapped quietly into my ear, quietly but surely angrily. “I was dancing?” I laugh scratching my cheek. The blonde pulls my hand away and rubbed away at the spot where the guy, apparently Lucan, kissed and added, “Anyone but him, okay.” I frown and pull away from him, “Why does it matter? I can dance with whoever I want Eggsy. Besides…it shouldn’t bother you, last time I checked you were the one that didn’t want to dance with me or heck, even being seen with me, okay? Can I please, please, just go home?” The male furrows his eyebrows together and shake his head, “That’s not true, far from the truth actually.” I look up into his deep green orbs and bit my lip as he continues, “Before you go, can you please just have one dance with me?” “Okay…” I shyly mumble looking at the glossy floor.

Eggsy’s strong arms encircles my waist and pulls me flush against his chest as my arms hesitantly wrap around his neck, holding him close as I bury my face into the crook of his neck. “Eggsy,” I mumble into his shoulder, “Why have you been avoiding me all night?” He chuckles, dipping his head near the shell of my ear and whispers huskily, “Cause, you drive me crazy. I can’t control myself when you look like that.” My cheeks warm and I timidly smile against his collar, “Really?” He nods and noses the shell of my ear, “Mhmm, when I look at you thoughts fill my head.” “What kind of thoughts?” “Dirty thoughts, really dirty thoughts,” he whispers lowly before licking the shell of my ear and nipping at the cartilage softly. A quiet moan escaped my parted lips, I dig my fingernails into his shoulder attempting to keep quiet as his lips travelled along my neck. “Eggsy, not here,” I heavily breathe, “Someone might see.” “What’s so wrong with that, you are my girlfriend,” he cheekily adds before sucking onto the supple skin on my neck, erupting a whimper from my throat. “G-Girlfriend?” I stutter out and he nods, “And I thought I was the tipsy one (y/n), tut tut, besides no one is going to notice.” He hums kissing my exposed chest, but of course leaving a few dark purple bruises on the swells of my breasts. “E-Eggsy, I swear to god!” I cry squeezing my eyes shut as his wet appendage plunged into the crack of my cleavage, “I…I can’t! Not here,” I sigh as I feel his fingers slide up and down the crack of my ass before his fingers push at the (f/c) fabric of my dress, allowing him a more direct access to finger me over the textile. His long index and middle finger presses small tight circles into my opening, it felt amazing yet foreign, no one has ever touched me down there before, let alone myself. I moan loudly into his blonde gelled tresses making odd strangled noises. “I can’t, Eggsy please!” I beg, clawing at his back relentlessly as his fingers attempt to plunge into my folds regardless of the fabric of my dress and underwear blocking his entrance. “Ahh, whatever you want princess,” he hums lifting his face away from my chest to sweetly kiss my lips. His fingers tug at the clingingly damp fabric away from my core to stroke my back lovingly, “Shall we continue back at the hotel?”

-

Thank gods for Kingsman to take precautions that there would be lots of celebration drinking and such, providing all the guests a room to stay at a high-end hotel nonetheless. I sigh contently as Eggsy lifts me onto the bed and hovering over me with his signature smirk, “Love that dress on ya princess, but it’s time for it to come off.” The blonde hums as he unzips the dress and pulls the long textile off my body, leaving me in just my lacy and embarrassingly damp (f/c) underwear. “Ah, aren’t you naughty, and soaking wet,” he chuckles deeply dipping down to kiss my lips again. But this time we would go on without trying to be discreet. I groan loudly as his pearly white teeth tugs at my bottom lip, forcing me to part my lips for him. He excitedly runs his tongue over the roof of my mouth before rolling his appendage against mine. I could tell that he was letting me be dominant over him as I easy pushed him onto his back, straddling him as I pushed my tongue into his warm cavern. He groans into my mouth as I tug at his blonde locks, easily dishevelling his previously perfect gelled back hair. I pull away to look down at a heaving Eggsy, who was surprisingly really submissive for the most part, until I moved my fingers away from his hair to slide off his glasses. Almost instantly a glint sparked in his eyes, he flips me over onto my back, “Do you understand that you can not dance with anyone but me now?” He teasing smirks, practically begging me to say no, so I did, “No Eggsy I do, not, understand” I smile as his widens, “Well then, let me teach you a lesson.”

He tugs down my panties and continued on what he started at the ball without any barriers and restrictions. Eggsy once again slips his index and middle finger into my folds, massaging gently into the warm wet skin. When wet enough, his fingers slip into the folds and pump in and out at a steady and quick rhythm. A moan escapes my constricting throat while I claw at his still clothed back. “Wait…Eggsy your clothes,” I breathlessly say tugging at his tie and he smirks knowing my intention. He quickly sits up and threw off his suit into the unknown corner of the huge hotel room, then went his dress shirt, and his fitted trousers, everything but his crisp black tie. I giggle at his cute little kink and encouraged it by tugging at his loosened tie to bring his lips back onto mine. Eggsy falls back onto his knees and pulls me onto his lap, I gasp as I feel his clothed bulge press into my sensitive nub of nerves. A high pitched whine rips from my throat, racking my entire body as Eggsy thrusts and grinds his hardening bulge into my warmth. My grip on his tie tightens impeccably as I burry my face into his shoulder seeking for comfort, especially when one of his hands that were holding onto my hips slid up to cup my breast and kneading the soft globe. I hiccup into his collarbone and pant out, “P-Please Eggsy…stop teasing.” He hums and purses his lips in attempt to put on his thinking face, “Eggsy!” I pout and he laughs, “You got it darling.”

Eggsy’s strong arm curls around my torso to lift up my body from his lap, as his other hand tugged off his black boxer briefs. He gently settles me back onto his lap and I shyly glance down to take the sight of him in. Eggsy was huge, his long thick length stood tall with pre-cum at it’s tip, I gap at his lower region and he chuckles stroking my back comfortingly. “Are you ready?” he huskily breathes into my ear as he spreads my thighs open while lowering me slowly down onto his length. I nod while biting my lip as I feel his tip prodding into my folds, olive eyes make eye contact with mine in a silent gesture to make sure that I was okay. Nodding again for him to continue he embraces me tightly and lowers me slowly but surely onto his full length. A groan escapes both our lips simultaneously as he throbs inside me and I tightly pulse around him. “So tight,” he whimpers and I laugh, causing both of us a slight discomfort and a spark of arousal. We sat there holding each other in silence, embracing one another tightly and lovingly before we mutually decided to move. His large calloused hands rest on my hips guiding me to ride him, when steady pants left my body he decided that I was ready for him to start moving as well. Eggsy thrusts upwards causing an unreal friction to build between our bodies causing my head to toss back. I wrap my hands tightly around his neck, attempting to ground myself as I feel my body slip into euphoria. He slams his hard length into my core relentlessly as I fail to keep up with his strong complete thrusts. I call out his name as the knot in my stomach tightens considerably, tightening around his hot cock, and I cry out as I became undone all over his length. Eggsy cusses under his breath before he also becomes undone, filling up my entire core with his hot seed, “Fuck!” he groans riding out our organisms causing our juices to mix and leak all over his lap, seeping into the sheets. “And that’s lesson one,” the blonde pants with a huge grin as he pulls us both down to lay on our sides on the fluffy mattress. I laugh and hug him tightly as he reciprocates, “Don’t dance with any one but Eggsy. But honestly, if you are going to do this every time I do, I just might.” He scoffs and kisses my temple, “If you don’t I will reward you, princess.” “That sounds good too,” I smile, “I love you, by the way” I add with a soft laugh and his arms tighten around my body. “And I love you most, okay.” “I’m glad we finally got that out there, after how many years,” I yawn. He smiles and nods, “Me too,” he confesses before gently pulling out and pulling the covers over the both of us.

“I Want You”--Imagine #15

Anonymous asked: Request for an imagine where he gets is angry/upset and you are the only one that can really calm him down, maybe someone has to come get you from class or whatever and you calm him and everything. thanks :)

A/N: Did this from C/n’s POV. Hope you don’t mind. Sorry that this one was so long. I couldn’t help myself. ;) If you guys want a part 2 to this I would love to write one. Just let me know!!! :)) Keep dreaming!~Logan

C/f/n: Crush’s friend’s name


C/n’s POV

“Come on, boys! Get your heads in the game!” I heard Coach yell at us from the side of the court. “C/n, stop fooling around! You think we’re gonna win a game if you keep missing the net?”

Sometimes, I hated practice. I mean, don’t get me wrong, basketball was a sport that brought me lots of joy. But Coach wasn’t exactly someone who went easy on you if you were having a bad day. And I had a lot of those. 

Not that I was particularly in a bad mood a lot of days, but I was hard on myself a lot. So, it didn’t help when Coach nagged me about the things I already knew I was having a hard time with. Sometimes, during practice or even a game, it became extremely hard for me to hold in the anger and frustration that I felt towards myself. No one seemed to understand why my eyes would get red and watery during a game, even though I tried telling C/f/n that I got so mad at myself I felt like crying. I thought he’d understand but when he messed up he wasn’t affected by it, so he didn’t understand the anger that bubbled up inside me when I made a mistake, no matter how great or small. 

I flung the ball towards the net the way I’d learned to do it, but instead of making a whooshing sound, it banged against the backboard and fell to the floor with a mocking echo. 

We were practicing free-throws, and the rational part of me knew my team wasn’t paying attention to how badly I was doing, but I couldn’t calm down. The mounting frustration was gaining momentum inside of me. 

As I was waiting for C/f/n to finish his turn at free-throws, Coach marched over to me. He pulled me away from the rest of the boys.

“C/n, what the hell’s going on with you, huh?” He demanded.

“I’m sorry, Coach, I guess my concentration is a little off. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night thanks to studying for exams,” I explained, pleading with my eyes that he’d let me off easy. 

“Well, I understand that studying can take a long time. But we’re not worrying about that right now. When you’re on the court, you’re supposed to be one-hundred percent focused on the game. I’m not seeing that from you. I need that from you, c/n, okay?” 

I nodded, feeling myself start to lose control of my emotions. He slapped me on the back, signalling me to get back to practicing. 

I thought I could get myself to do better. But throw after throw was either a little too much to the left, or too much to the right. My anger was now coursing through my veins. 

“You’ll get it, man, don’t worry,” C/f/n encouraged. 

“Fuck this,” I mumbled, throwing my ball to the side, not caring where it landed. 

“Get back on the court, young man!” I heard Coach yell after me as I stormed away, eyes watering from anger and disappointment in myself.

Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck me. 

I slammed my way into the locker room, sitting on one of the wooden benches. Tearing off my shirt, I slammed my fist down onto the hard wood in anger. What was wrong with me, why couldn’t I get anything right? My breathing was shallow, my eyes threatening to water my cheeks with tears. Roughly, I rubbed at them, and took pleasure in the sting it left. Hunched over, I gave in. My body shook from the sobs that escaped my mouth. 

“God, I hate this. Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I croaked out, rocking back and forth, eyes squeezed shut. 

That’s when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from the back, followed by soft lips caressing my neck. I knew those lips, those gentle hands that wrapped around my bare, quaking body. 

“Shh, c/n,” she whispered to me, her hot breath warming the back of my neck. 

I stopped my rocking, and turned to face her. 

“What are you doing here,” I rasped, my throat hoarse from trying to contain my loud sobs. 

“C/f/n got me from class. Told me you were having a rough day,” She said, stepping over the low bench and crouching between my legs. 

Those sweet e/c eyes penetrated my soul when I looked down into them. It unsettled me but in a good way. She saw me for who I was when she looked at me. She saw past all the walls that I built up. My walls weren’t strong enough to resist her gentle ways. She never judged me. We were best friends, but sometimes, the way she held me and comforted me made me feel like she was trying to tell me something she was too scared to say out loud through her actions. The same thing I was too much of a coward to say to her.

The soft pads of her fingertips glided over my temples, and rested on my jaw as she propped her elbows on my knees. 

“Practice was just–I–” I almost started crying again but she ran her thumb over my bottom lip. 

The gesture felt so impossibly good, I almost forgot my frustration. Almost.

“Hey, hey. Shhh. Take a deep breath, okay?” She crooned, stroking my cheeks, brushing away the tears that had fallen before she came. 

I took a deep, shaky breath and immediately felt a lot better. 

“Now, tell me why you got so angry at yourself?” She pushed gently, concern clear in her shining eyes. 

The fact that she understood immediately that I was angry at myself and not the actual thing I was doing made me want to wrap her in my arms. Not that this was the first time she calmed me down. In fact, she’d done it ever since one game when she had caught me sniffling in the hallway of the school we were playing at, waiting for my mom to pick me up since we had a shortage of cars. 

“I was doing horribly at free-throws. And the last game I played was one of my worst. And yesterday night, I stayed up until four in the morning studying for exams, and I feel so drained, y/n,” my voice broke at the end. 

Instead of telling me to not cry she took my trembling hands and pulled me gently to the ground. She situated herself so she was straddling my lap, my back pressed against the lockers. As I began sobbing, she wrapped her hands gingerly around my head, pulling me to her chest. Even though she was on top of me, I felt like she was the one who was protecting me. I let my body lean into her and, after a few minutes, my sobbing ebbed away. I looked up at her, my tear-stained face probably looking blotchy as hell. 

“You are so,” she seemed to be trying not to cry herself. “So–precious,” she forced out with a breath that fanned my face, engulfing me in the sweet mint smell of her breath. 

My grip on her tightened, pressing her body even closer, if that was possible, to me. I memorized the way she felt against me. Her soft curves caressed my bare torso in the most heavenly way and I closed my eyes in pleasure. She placed a kiss to the top of my head, rubbing circles on the back of my neck gently with her fingernails. 

I buried my face in her chest, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intimacy of the position my head was in. Her ministrations to my neck faltered for a moment and I thought I felt her shiver.

“I”m so tired of trying to be perfect,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“But you already are. You’re perfect to me. Without even trying,” she whispered, her voice raspy and a bit unsteady.

Was it because of the way I was holding her to me? No, that couldn’t be it. There’s no way I could have that effect on such an amazing girl like her. She was far too good for me, and way out of my league. Still her words stunned me. 

I looked up into those ethereal eyes of hers again, knowing that if I wanted to know what she truly desired I would have to look into her eyes. Her eyes had betrayed her on so many occasions. Like when I asked if she wanted more ice cream as we hung out at my place, and she refused but I gave her more because there was no mistaking the want in her eyes. Or when we watched movies at her place and even with a pile of blankets on her, she was still cold. I asked her if she wanted me to cuddle her to warm her up and of course she shook her head with a bashful grin. I cuddled her anyway, because her eyes told me, dared me to come closer. And I knew by the contented sigh she let out after I did that she wanted it. 

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” I whispered, my voice barely loud enough to hear over the hum of the heating system. 

The intensity in her eyes, the burning passion and desire that simmered in those e/c orbs was what gave me the courage to do what I had dreamed of doing since the day I saw her cheering me on at one of my games. 

I sneaked a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down, stopping as she was centimeters from my lips. We shared one glorious moment. It was fleeting but it felt like we stayed frozen there for years. In that moment, her mint breath mingled with my own, the baby-soft skin of her neck trembling beneath my hand, our eyes glazed with need, piercing into each other’s souls, me savoring the way the fingertip of her index finger left a trail of fire down my jawline.

And then it was wet heat, and labored breathing, and hands that hungrily explored the planes of each other’s bodies. 

My body shook with pleasure as her warm palms dragged down my naked, firm chest to my abdomen. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips as she applied her fingertips to my sensitive skin, gently grazing down, down, down. 

“Holy shit, y/n,” I croaked out in a gasp, before she hastily took my bottom lip into her mouth and grazed it with her teeth, then moved her lips back over mine impatiently. 

I loved this side of her that was showing itself, the side of her that took what she wanted.

“Yes, oh god. I want you,” she moaned into my mouth.

 Oh god, I needed more of her. I wanted to swallow her whole. She was so sinfully enticing, so heavenly pleasurable to feel against me. I couldn’t stop my selfish hands. They were greedy with the need to feel her. All of her. 

They traveled down her arched back, stopping just above her ass. A strangled whimper vibrated into my mouth from hers, and that’s all the encouragement I needed. My hands flew to her ass, grabbing the soft, but firm cheeks, and giving them a hard squeeze. Her lips parted from mine, as her head lolled back slightly in pleasure and a raspy moan flew from her lips. Her nails–those fucking nails–scratched me hard, leaving angry red marks on the skin above my sport shorts. Pleasure and pain made me capture her lips again, gently asking for entrance again to the hot cavern of her mouth. She obliged immediately, and I ran my tongue over hers, tasting like I was starving, her minty tasting tongue fighting against mine for dominance. I always did find her stubbornness sexy. 

As if she wasn’t torturing me enough already, she arched her back and pressed her chest into me more. The movement made her grind into me, and I couldn’t help moving against her, a loud gasp falling from my lips mixing with her own, my head banging against the metal locker behind me in pleasure. 

“Oh–oh, oh god, y/n, we have to stop,” I forced out, my body trembling with the need to feel her. 

Her fingers started playing with the waistband of my shorts, and I forced myself to open my eyes. 

Big mistake. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth hanging open slightly, still wet from our tongue war. But that wasn’t what made me go insane. No, it was when she raked her eyes over my nude torso, to look at me. Her pupils were large and her irises were darkened by lust. She was giving me full-on bedroom eyes. 

“Why?” 

That was it. I was certifiably driven insane by her. Her eyebrows were raised, and she cocked her head to the side. The tone of her voice was so innocent, too innocent, while also thick with lust and desire. The combination of the two was too much for me. But I wished I could listen to her talk to me all the time that way. Her voice was already naturally sexy, but that. That was dripping with a silent command to take her to the bedroom. 

“Jesus fucking christ, y/n,” I croaked, my voice shaky with desire. “We have to stop, because as much as I’d like to take you back to my house and continue what we’re doing in my bedroom, I don’t want to treat you like that. You’re so important to me. And I want to start this relationship out like a gentleman and continue being a gentleman all throughout it. So, we have to stop, because I’m gonna take you on a proper date,” I finished, knowing I’d have to take, like, an hour long ice-cold shower and listen to that hour-long loop of cotton eye joe before I could get my body under control again. 

She leaned in, giving me a sweet and sensual kiss, her lips slightly swollen and soft as ever.

“You may think you still have to reach perfection, but baby, you’re already there,” she whispered into my ear, nipping my lobe before pulling back and rising off me. 

She reached out a hand, and I embarrassedly rose, realizing the lower half of my body was no longer hidden by hers and she could see full well the effect she was having on me.

I lifted my eyes to her, my cheeks flushed. Her eyes flitted to mine, but not before I saw she was looking exactly where I was hoping she wouldn’t be. She cleared her throat, a smile tugging at her lips. 

She circled her arms around me, and I immediately did the same, burying my nose in her hair, as she laid her head on my bare chest. I was glad she wasn’t scared off. I was afraid she might be, once the realization hit her of what we’d done. But here she was, gentle as ever, stroking my back. Even her hugs were sensual. I laid my head on top of hers, feeling so safe and protected in her arms.

The whole rest of the day we kept sharing knowing smiles and winks as we passed each other in the hall.

And that evening when I showed up at her door, and asked her out like I’d said I would her face lit up brighter than the sun. I spun her around as her infectious laughter filled the air and my heart up with contentment. 

As much as she kept whispering in my ear how perfect I was as we stood there holding each other, she was the one who was flawless. 

She was perfection itself.

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A/N-(So I wrote down a good portion of this in a notebook while wifiless in Colorado AND THEN I LOST THAT NOTEBOOK which is also the notebook that had my epic poly fic in it ugh, but anyway I wasn’t gonna post this until I got that work back, but fuck imma just re write it

I’VE HAD THIS IDEA SINCE THE NIGHT I WROTE PART ONE

I’M AS EXCITED AS YOU GUYS ARE)

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