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Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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okay so i wrote another original song? (and ANOTHER ONE which is being uploaded to my main youtube in a few minutes)

once again, super thanks to ethan @crankgameplays for giving me more inspiration to write a song! this one’s not ABOUT ethan but it’s thanks to his playthrough on it that i decided to write one about Oxenfree because the game makes me emotional and it’s beautiful in every way and like i said before I CANNOT DRAW OR SHOW APPRECIATION FOR THINGS IN ANY OTHER WAY 

don't || stiles stilinski

word count: 4755

warnings: angst

prompt: based on 1x07 (Night School)

author’s note: i just want to thank @themadkingx for proof-reading this for me! i’ve been talking to her for a couple of days and she’s so sweet! also thank you @sarcasticallystilinski for the gif! (not my gif)


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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Cursing, awkwardness, sleep deprivation (?)

Summary: You stayed up late on a school night, and the side effects are as prominent as ever the next morning.

A/N: I wrote this over a couple of days so I’m sorry if some parts are a little wonky or inconsistent. It’s my longest imagine yet, lol. Also I might make this a series, maybe, maybe not :-) I’ll see how you guys like it. Ok, I think that’s it,,, enjoy!!

Staying up until 3 AM on a school night was never a good idea. However, after the new season of Stranger Things had just been released onto Netflix, your brain suddenly disregarded this well-known fact and decided that it would be a good idea to binge all the episodes in a single night. You’d certainly enjoyed the new season, but you weren’t enjoying the after effects of only getting three hours of sleep. 

That was why when you’d stumbled onto the train the following morning, hair tied up in the messiest bun it’d ever been in, it took all of your willpower not to just fall asleep standing there holding onto the rail. It was just your luck that there were no open seats and you had been forced to stand up, cramming yourself in between other commuters and students and clutching onto the metal pole with one hand. You almost pulled out your phone to lazily scroll through social media, but thought better of it when the train rocked slightly and you almost went flying down the aisle.

Note to self: No matter how much Nancy Wheeler is your “badass queen”, there was no way you were going to function getting through a whole seven hour school day like this. 

For heaven’s sake, even the extra-large, extra-hot coffee you’d downed before you left your apartment wasn’t even working. This was bad. And it could only get worse.

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Sloppy Seconds

(Bucky Barnes x Reader) x Steve Rogers

Notes: THE TITLE IS SELF EXPLANATORY, PWP, one shot, smut.
Established relationship (Bucky x Reader), unlabeled relationship dynamic, explicit sex scenes, messy sex, threesome, DP, the author is going to hell for this, her bags are already packed

Summary: You and Bucky head home, ready to place the finishing touches on your date night. Steve calls, and everyone gets what they needed.

A/N: I needed this, too. Partly because I’m procrastinating on another story I should be writing, partly because I haven’t posted any new fics in a while, and partly because I needed this. Did you need it too? Let me know what you think, and as always—enjoy! ^_^

Bucky held your hand gently with his flesh one, leading you down the hallway to his room. You were both quiet but giggling innocently. Date night had gone well. It was a simple night out—movie and a dinner. You always preferred it in that order instead of the other way around. Watching the movie first meant that dinner didn’t have to be rushed. But you two skipped dessert to save time anyway. The real treat would come later in the night.

You were back in Bucky’s room. The lights were dimmed and soft ambient music filtered through Bucky’s computer speakers. The mood was set just the way you liked it. He approached you quietly, eying you sweetly. Both of your clothes came off easily, and soon Bucky had you on the ground in the nest of blankets and pillows set up in the corner. He rested his muscular, naked body between your equally naked legs and leaned over you. Bucky peppered kisses wherever he could until he finally met your lips. He ground his pelvis against yours, feeling your pussy get slick against his cock without slipping himself in quiet yet. He wanted to warm you up first.

Off in the pile of discarded clothes, Bucky’s phone began to ring. Neither of you noticed until it stopped and your phone started ringing right afterwards. Then Bucky’s twice. Back to yours again.

Bucky grinned against your lips before getting to his feet. “Oh right, our treat.” His semi-hard bobbed from side to side as he walked over to the clothes and dug out his phone. It was Steve.

The phone rang again and Bucky answered immediately.

“Hey Steve, you ready to come over?”

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Surreptitious [Jongdae]

Part of the Dalliance Series

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut.

Length: 1,8k

Part one.

Summary: “Sometimes opposite poles attract, but what if it’s not entirely correct to in this case”

sur·rep·ti·tious kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of.

 The prompt and loud footsteps echoed through the lonely corridor along with your uneven breath, heart was beating fast and in an unsteady manner.  


It was the third time you’ve been late to class this week, it was your last strike and if you got your last strike that meant cleaning the bathrooms of the school or the whole gym by yourself, so you run with all your might not caring to make a disturbance in the other classrooms because of how your heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.  

You stopped in front of the classroom door placing your hands on your knees taking big breaths from the exhaustion, once you felt steady enough you raised your hand to the door but before you could knock, it was suddenly opened from the inside by the blond-haired man with golden colored round glasses over his eyes, that was named Kim Jongdae but to students he was known as Mr. Kim.

“I’m feeling nice today so this is your last warning, but one more time late and i’ll kick your ass out of my class” he said in soothing tone, giving you a sarcastic smile, you nodded understandingly and cursed at him internally, walking past him to your seat.     

“How I was saying before your classmate interrupted” his look fixed at you, making you secretly roll your eyes in annoyance “It’s considered one of the best books of the universal literature produced in Europe in the Middle Ages” he took a dramatic pause before continuing his speech 

“The Divine Comedy” he wrote with big letters on the whiteboard, everyone nodded understandingly some of them even let out sounds in comprehension as if they really got it.  

“Frankly how many people here has read it?” He asked looking for raised hands and nervous gazes that expected not to be called out, but no one dared to even make a sound anymore.

He chuckled walking from one side to another “I’m fascinated by Dante’s narrative, the way he describes every moment, situation and place in which he is manages to make the reader appreciate the novel with all five senses, it’s a book that deser-”

“It is a work whose fame I do not understand” You bluntly interrupted in disagreement, making all the heads in the classroom turn in curiosity and stopping him in his tracks.

“The argument, beyond hell is completely bland. If in addition, we add that the translation deprives us of all the terrifying sonority from which the original text is loaded, the result is a very suggestive text but without artistic plasticity and sincerely the last block, the sky, makes me yawn.” You finished looking at him defiantly.

These encounters were actually a normal thing now around your classroom, you could even dare to say that you already lost count from how many times this has happened between both of you.  

“The divine comedy is not a book for all tastes” He snapped back playing with the whiteboard marker between his fingers passing it through one finger to another. 

This was just getting started you could sense it by watching the small smile that was discreetly playing at his lips.  

“It’s a shame that you have to take much knowledge to have a healthy and comforting reading” the class erupted in laughter causing you to snap your brow together and shift in your place with discomfort.  

“But please, tell me if you have ever found a better description of who we are in the modern world” He finally finished raising and eyebrow at you expecting a comeback from your sassy mouth, but nothing came out, once again defeated.  

The bell rang signaling the end of the hour, everyone started gathering their things forgetting about the sudden humiliating scene that had just happened before them, but you stayed in your place still persistent to not give up on the staring competition with blonde sassy guy in front of you.  

Sincerely Mr. Kim was a bastard, a cute and sarcastic bastard who knew how to express his ideas without any shame, maybe that was one of the reasons why you couldn’t actually hate him, he always said what others were afraid of to say out loud and his passion towards art in general was just amazing, but nether less you just hated his guts.  

He squinted his eyes at you for a second in a playful manner and let out a breathy laugh in a mockery way towards you, turned around taking his poetry book from the desk and finally heading outside the classroom.  

You let your head fall on the table over your arms letting out a muffled scream.  

“If you keep challenging Mr. Kim in every class, you’re going to be considered the clown of the classroom” Areum spoke as she followed behind you threw the crowded corridor.

“He’s an asshole” You retorted back ignoring what she just said, raising your hands in the air dramatically while making your way to your locker.

“He’s not an asshole, it’s just, well he was right he did have a point”  

“You say that because you’re crushing on him” the blush instantly rose to her cheeks making her squeal and cover her face in embarrassment, you rolled your eyes at her silly reaction. 

“I don’t get how you can even like him, i mean yes he is attractive but tell me something else that’s good about him” you closed your locker and turned your gaze at her patiently waiting for an answer.

“You don’t notice this because you’re always discussing with him” she explained “But next class please just check him out in detail not only his appearance but everything, he loves art but he doesn’t even notice he is art himself” she finished with a smile plastered on her face. 

“You’re unbelievable Areum, i swear i’m going to puke at how corny you are” you mockingly said letting out a sigh shaking your head in disbelief.  

“Wait until you experience what love is”

You arrived to the classroom early, since this time you did put on correctly the clock alarm and partly because you were scared by his threat of kicking you out, the classroom would almost be isolated if it weren’t for Do Kyungsoo who was furiously typing something in his laptop and Areum sleeping in the table next to him. 

“Good morning” you greeted, both of them turned their gaze at you to greet back but you gasped at how wrecked they looked, both of them had dark bags under their eyes and messy hair as if they didn’t have the time to even take a shower.

“What happened to both of you?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and kept furiously typing the keyboards of his laptop ignoring you. Areum let out a long yawn “I barely slept last night, I seriously thought I wouldn’t finish the homework assignment” she answered rubbing her knuckles to her eyes due to the fatigue. 

You widened your eyes in surprise and let out a groan in frustration “I totally forgot” you said covering your face in disbelief. 

“He left it two weeks ago, sincerely your really smart but you lack of responsibility and if your gonna ask for help that’s a no from me” Kyungsoo harshly said back at you frowning, still immersed in his laptop. 

You turned to Areum in search for help but she just shrugged agreeing with the small and cute, but evil boy beside her. 

“Kyungsoo-ah” you pouted crouching down next to him “You’re my best friend, please help me i know that behind all that scary facet you have, there is squishy soo, besides i promise it’ll be the last time” he looked at you fluttering your lashes and puckering your bottom lip at him.

“No, i warned you last time if it happened again i wouldn’t help you” he ended the discussion and kept doing his task. 

“Why are you so mean Kyungsoo” you said at him and took a seat besides the already sleeping Areum.

“Since class already ended please leave your homework assignment here at my desk before you leave, thank you, have a good day” he said while checking the book he had in hands.

You gathered all your things and fastly headed towards the door bumping people in the process, the nervous were present in you trying not to get caught.

“Where do you think your going” his voice echoed through the classroom obviously the question was towards you. 

 Fuck, almost made it.

“Come over here” he said looking at you, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk, letting out a defeated sigh you dragged your feet too the smirking man that was surely enjoying the moment.

“I think you forgot to leave your assignment here, young lady” he pointed at the stack of papers that was in front of you.

“Yeah, i think i did thanks for the reminder” you let out a nervous laugh and pretended to search inside our bag for the nonexistent homework “I’m not dumb, both of us know that you didn’t do the assignment” he blurted out not holding his loud laugh anymore, once again he made fun of you.

You wanted to retort back at him for making fun of you but, in this situation you knew you had no saying, it was a dead end literally “I forgot to do it Mr. Kim, sorry” you confessed getting mentally prepared for the heavy punishment.

“I’m guessing by your scrunched face you already know what you’re going to do” he said gathering his things from the desk “So i expect you today after class in my office” he gave you a wink and left the classroom in a hurry for his next lecture”

Wait, after class in his office? A wink? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You nervously knocked on the wooden door that was the entrance to his office, legs shaking and a light layer of sweat forming in your palms, you’d normally wouldn’t be acting all nervous but his last words sounded suggestive and the damn wink didn’t make it any better. 

“Finally you’re here, you surely have a lot of work to do and we don’t have plenty of time so let’s be fast” he said standing aside and locking the door again once you were in.

A lot of work? Plenty of time? Let’s be fast? 

You’re eyes grew wide in fear at his words, the nervousness was increasing and being alone with him made it worst.

“Wh-what  do you want me to do Mr. Kim?” you asked so you could get over with the suspense once and for all, he looked at you suggestively and pointed behind you. 

With fear you slowly turned at where he was pointing “I want you to help me grade all the assignments” you’re face got red in embarrassment, all this time you’ve been thinking dirty minded things and all he wanted was you to help him grade the damn papers.

A smile formed in your lips, you took one hand to your chest letting out a sigh in relief “Also tomorrow you’ll clean the bathrooms, don’t forget” your smile instantly disappeared from your face and now he was the one smiling. 


Owned (M)

Genre: Smut

Length: 3,553 words~

Kink(s): Daddy kink, breath play, impact play (spanking), brat taming (?), thigh riding

Description: Wonho was one of your best friends. You were always there for each other and practically inseparable. You really never had those types of feelings for him, well not until recently, something had changed in you…and in him. 

Ever since you realized that you had feelings for Wonho, you noticed you started distancing yourself from him. If he asked you to hang out with him, you’d refuse, or if he unexpectedly showed up at your place, you’d act like that biggest brat ever. You hated being this way towards him, but you knew you had to do something to get over him.

It was about 11:30 at night, almost midnight, Wonho hadn’t spoken to you all day. Of course it saddened you quite a bit, but at the same time it was a relief. Every time you saw his name pop up on your phone your heart fluttered, and you just wished he were there with you. 

You sighed as you began to get undressed so you could shower before bed. “God damn it…” You murmured to yourself as you thought about how fucked up you were for intentionally trying to ruin your friendship with the guy you have know practically all your life. This was literally all you thought about during your shower. 

Once you got out, and dried off. You changed into some black cotton sweat shorts, and a t-shirt Wonho had left at your house the last time he spent the night. You breathed in deeply, breathing in what was left of his scent on it as you slipped the shirt over your curvy framed. You plopped onto your bed, and picked up your phone. You gave yourself a quick pep talk before finally gathering enough courage to call him.

The phone rang twice before he answered;

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WE DO Knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 17 Full Translation.

The Ceremony


pages 180-187

Soul Society.

6th sector - Kuchiki clan ceremonial shrine.

Many shinigami were gathered at both sides of the path extending between the gate of the shrine to the shrine itself. Some came rushing in their usual shihakushou, others wore their hair up and were dressed in beautiful kimonos.

Because there is no god in Soul Society, religious shrines or temples do not exist within the Seireitei. Many people revere the Soul King like a god, however he is only a King, not a god. In Rukongai, several temples have been built to enshrine the gods and buddhas that the residents had worshipped during their lifetime, and all of them are temples into which the residents had brought over their beliefs from the Human World. The Kuchiki clan have built a shrine in front of a mausoleum dedicated to the spirit of their ancestors, it is used as a venue for rituals and ceremonies. From family meetings to wedding celebrations and funerals, every possible Kuchiki clan event is held at this shrine.

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That’s My Boy! (Harry Potter Imagine)

Request: hi could i possibly get a harry potter imagine (james & lily are alive in this) where they’re dating (no more awkward harry) and are making out somewhere and people find out and they tease them? If u cant it’s fine. Thank you!

Quick note… This is my first imagine on Tumblr for the Harry Potter Fandom.. So… um… please don’t like hate it… Okay? Okay. Let’s get the show on the road…

Also… Side note: Since Lily and James are alive, I assume that the timeline of the story would be different. Basically, what I’m going to say is that this is an AU. So yeah… 

Requests are Open (bear with me on them though)

I Hope You Enjoy!

Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures

Knowing Harry Potter… Oh that was definitely something. A new surprise nearly every day… Dating Harry Potter? That was the biggest and best, in your opinion, surprise. 

Hermione and you were chatting, awaiting the two boys, before you all headed to Hogsmeade, “Ron’s so stupid.” You agreed. Hermione had been leaving hints all summer that she fancied Ron, but the boy was too oblivious. 

“And now he’s snogging Lavender Brown. Can you believe that?” Herminoe ranted even further then letting out an irritated growl. 

You felt two arms snake around your waist and turned to meet your boyfriend’s green eyes then smiling. You turned to give Hermione an apologetic look and she nodded, understandingly. She was, after all, the person who set you both up. 

In fourth year when Draco Malfoy someone put in Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, you were completely worried especially since they made him participate in the events. When the Yule Ball rolled around, Harry meant to ask you to accompany him, seeing as he’s fancied you ever since first year, but was “too shy” to do so. So when the two of you were flirting at breakfast, she lost it and yelled “Will you two just bloody be together?!” 

“Where’s Ronald?” Hermione questioned, obviously upset. Before Harry could say that he was with Lavender, Hermione had already stormed off, cursing at the Weasley. “That’s so like him! Now I’m stuck being an unwelcome third wheel to Hogwarts’s steamiest couple.”

“Steamy? I don’t think we’re like that.” Harry stated, pulling you to what was supposed to be a peck but led to a more heated kiss. 

She coughed and the two of you pulled apart. “Okay, just a little bit steamy.” You agreed, giving your friend another apologetic look. 

Then there was laughter from behind the three of you. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, and Neville stood there with Professor McGonagall along with more people who were unrecognizable to you. 

“A little bit steamy, (Y/N)?” Ginny smirked. 

Yeah right, Seamus added, “it’s not like snow is melting around the two of you.” And sure enough, when the both of you looked down, snow was beginning to melt. 

You felt your cheeks heat up as you saw Professor McGonagall attempting to not laugh. In result, you tried to hide by burying your face in the crook of Harry’s neck. He chuckled at your actions. “Sod off, mate.” Harry laughed. “Don’t be jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss under the mistletoe this winter.” 

“It’s not like the two of you kiss only under a mistletoe. You’re practically sucking face any chance you get. I’d give you both detention, but you’ll end up making out in the class.” Professor McGonagall stated, the whole crowd laughing. 

“Just like my parents, I reckon?” Harry remarked.

Before she could answer him, you mumbled, “Harry. Shut up.” 


The next morning, the teasing was still never ending. “Why don’t you all mess with Ron and Lavender?” You suggested. 

“They don’t mind it. They aren’t ashamed. The two of you make out all the time but yet get all flustered when people point it out.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so bloody embarrassed about it and just own the fact that you both enjoy public displays of affection.” 

Harry gave you a smug smirk and pulled you closer to him. You gave him a warning look before the two of you leaned in. Before the your lips could even touch, an owl dropped a blazing red envelope that slid right in between the two of you. 

You both gave each other a look before looking down horrifically at the howler. It seemed as if the whole hall became silent, the teachers, themselves, stilling. “Open it.” Ron encouraged. 

Harry picked up the letter and prayed that his mother hadn’t heard the news and that this was for something completely different. 

He opened the howler and the red envelope was brought to life. He immediately recognized his father’s voice, “Harry James Potter! Your mother and I do not… Lily, I can’t be mad if you’re going to burst out-” His mother’s laughter rang throughout the hall, very uncharacteristically of her. “laughing… Anyways son, don’t be stupid with your actions. (Y/N) is a lovely girl! Keep her and treat her right, son.” 

As his mother’s laughter began to die down, she said, “Next time, don’t do it so publicly. Alright, love?” 

James’s voice rang out again, “Lils! Our son is all grown up! I’m so proud! That’s My Boy!

Never, In Fact, Homeless - Part 3

Relationship: Dean X Daughter

Words: 1,832

Summary: When the Reader gets captured, will the boys save her in time? And what secrets will be revealed if they do?

Warnings: Torture (probably really bad because I have no idea what I’m doing, but torture none the less), being tied up/gagged, lots of angst

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @infamati–et–obliterati @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @comfortablynumb-cherrybomb @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

A/N: Told you I’d get this posted today! Hope you all enjoy it and don’t hate me!

Part 1 Part 2

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A sharp, throbbing pain in the back of your head forced you into consciousness. Hurt and confused, you glanced up, squinting in the bright light that assaulted your eyes.

As they slowly adjusted, you were able to make out some of your surroundings. Tied to a chair in a large, cavernous room, you could feel the ropes biting at your wrists, your ankles, your chest. All around you, there were broken down machines and conveyor belts, giant hooks and catwalks hanging from the ceiling – you must have been in that abandoned factory.

But what happened? From the little that you could recall, you knew that you and the agents had gone into the factory, splitting up to cover more ground. Once you’d made it inside, you searched the first floor, senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. You remembered hearing something behind you, a noise that echoed eerily in the quiet building, and you turned around, eyes searching. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a heavy object smack the back of your head, hard, and you fell into darkness.

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Based off of the request: Hey! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine thing about Peter Parker x the reader and it’s based off of the song Lost Boy by Ruth B and the reader is really lonely but ends up meeting Peter. And if you do can you please tag me? :)

Requested by @lyssathepenguin22

AN: This was so much longer than I expected… I got really into this one for some reason. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! xox 

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Soft Hearted Woman

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: So I have this prompt idea… Not sure if you’ll like it but, it’s soooo been on my mind for a while I was thinking about a really open hearted reader, someone who trusts easily, and wears themselves thin trying to help others and always looks for the good in people((even monsters)) which tends to get them in bad situations((A LOT)) and I want to see one of our boys((or all)) struggling with trying to let the reader be themselves but also being majorly overprotective 

Sorry this took so long @littleblue5mcdork!! It’s not finished yet, but I hope you like it so far!! 

“Sam, I know she’s just trying to do what’s best, but it scares the hell out of me!” Dean yelled, and you froze in the hallway. You could hear both brothers arguing in the kitchen, and it sounded like it was about you.

“Dean, Y/N has a big heart. We both know that. But if you try to squash it, you are killing what makes her, well her. Can’t we just be more careful, make sure that things like this don’t happen again?” Sam’s voice rang out, and you were a little surprised he was siding with you. Dean was the one you were closer to. He was the one you found yourself clinging to in the middle of the night. He was your rock, the thing that kept you grounded. And now here he was, complaining about the very thing that he said was a cute trait.

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Mix-Up pt. 1

<- Prologue | Part 2 ->

Short: After joining the sorority on your new university you accidentally get roomed with a notorious frat boy called Jongdae.
Pairing: Jongdae x Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut
Words: 4468
Notes for Update: 25
Warnings: ppl being mean, frat boys being frat boys, really nothing. 
A/n: The first part of my new series, i’m excited and had fun writing this actually. It’s based on a dream i had once. Thank you to @sechens for inspiring me to write this series.

Your pov

You wrapped your hair up in a towel on top of your head, drying off your skin and rubbing some cream onto your face. The tiny bathroom was fogged up from your warm shower, but you felt properly refreshed now. After that bullshit of a hazing you needed it. You had to be at class in 3 hours, so you had enough time to rest and read a bit before going.

When you exited the shower you bumped into something, staggering back and holding onto your towel for dear life.

“Excuse me?” an unfamiliar, male, voice sounded.

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Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write an werewolf AU where ur a werewolf and ur dating peter parker. and so one night he invites you over to dinner (he invited the avengers as well) and you decided to go. but than he wants you to stay longer, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings so you stayed, but the thing was, the night you were staying was the night the full moon was. and so as the full moon shined through the window, you race up to his bedroom and you started to transform. he wonders what’s going on, thx sm!! ♥

A/N: Werewolf AU || it’s long ;3

Warning: fluff

‘‘You better not have any plans with anybody tonight Y/N. It’s full moon tonight and you know what that means-’‘

‘‘Werewolf transformation.’’ you finish for her.

‘‘Yeah.. Yeah, I know mom. You’ve mentioned it ever since this morning. No need to keep telling me every hour.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

‘‘Just warning you honey.’‘ your mom smiles, ruffling up your hair with her hand.

‘‘Don’t worry mom.. I’ve got nowhere to go. I’m a lone wolf, remember?’‘ you smirk, pulling your phone out.

    Your mom laid a kiss on your head and than went off upstairs to sew up some clothes that you’ve ripped from previous transformations. Right after she left, your phone vibrated and a text popped up. It was from your crush, Peter Parker.

‘‘Hey Y/N. If you aren’t doing anything, I was wondering if you’d like to join me and some friends for dinner tonight?’‘ peter texted.

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Sweet Words.

-Bobby x Reader

-Wedding had always been an emotional feat for the bride and groom but strangely enough, it also brought out something in Bobby that he can no longer contain.

- Thank you so much for sending in your request. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. School and work are crazy as always. I’m slowly working down my request list. Thank you for being patient. I know you were probably just expecting straight fluff but it was too short when I wrote it out. I changed it up a bit and I hope you don’t mind, just to give it a bit of extra tidbits. I felt like if i waited this long to finish it, it deserves a bit more than a 300 words drabble.

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As the shuffles of feet and settling of bodies simmered down, the string quartet heavenly strums of Canon in D faded out signaling the start of the beautiful ceremony. It was honestly the most perfect day for the start of something new. Brick red roof of the rotunda gleams under the sun’s playful rays, standing proud and tall donning streams of fluttering blush chiffon draping. A great ombre of pastel pink and white peonies weaved themselves along the pillars, competing with the red rose bushes below meandering the edges of the great field of plush green grass. Guests of all ages adorned their best outfits edging at their seats waiting to witness the wondrous moment while the groom stood still, trying his best to mask the rising gush of butterflies in his stomach.

The bride had descended down the aisle barely a heartbeat ago, arm nervously enclosed around her father’s. Her face lit up as it seemed she could only focus on one spot despite the breathtaking sight of thousands flowers quivering slightly in the breeze of the dawn of summer, bursting with life atop the pedestals lining the aisle. She sighed a breath of relief as her father passing on the honor of holding her hand through life to the nerve wrecked groom. He barely had time to dry the joyous tear shed watching his beautiful bride floated across the petals paved walkway in her beautiful white dress like the most ethereal swan. A few encouraging whispers from the bride’s father had him near sobbing again as he bowed his head in utter joy that someone had trusted him enough to give him the blessing of a lifetime.

You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the soft ebbs and flows of the intricate white French lace weaving itself along the sheer chiffon glistening under the sun. A touch of glittering stones and beadings elegantly brought the perfect amount of glamour for the finishing touches. The way the dress hangs so perfectly, accentuating the bride’s figure in the most perfect way leaves you gaping in awe. No wonder the groom had shed tears witnessing his to be wife. “You okay, baby?” The dashing gentleman in a crisp black suit and matching bowtie sitting just beside you whispered as the couple began to face the officiate.

“Yea, just admiring the scene.” You muttered, eyes glued to the beginning of infinity for your lucky friends. 

Jiwon sat back in his chair, facing forward once more as his worries simmered down. You almost feared facing him as you felt the sinking of your heart, something heavy, so heavy you weren’t sure if you could get out of this chair once the ceremony was over. For now, you chose to focus on the happy couple. 

The officiate had finished telling their love story, from the moment the bride “accidentally” ran over her groom’s foot with her bicycle, to their fights, to the moment they solidified their love with the ring but more importantly the undying love they have for each other. You smiled yet already, you could felt the creaks of your heart, twisting and fighting itself with your own love story that perhaps won’t be as undying. You bit your lips in an attempt to control your emotion as you let your gaze fell onto your laps, feeling a few tears breaching your eyes as the officiate announce that the vows will now be exchange. Your hands clutching each other tightly, knuckles white from the sheer force you were exerting to restraint yourself from running out of there. Those sweet, sweet words… You haven’t been so lucky to be on the receiving ends of those in a good while now and it hurt. 

As everyone silenced to prepare for the beginning of the graceful bride’s vow, you continued your own battle, planting your feet firmer into the grass as if your sinking heels would stop you from running.

“Not in a million years would I have thought this moment would come…” The sweet voice rang out from the large speaker. “I was never one of those that believe in love at first sight or any of that romantic crap. I’m a realistic girl, you know.” The bride glanced at the audience for support, earning a few nods from friends and family. “Then, I met this guy right here my junior year of high school. Mind you, I just got out of a horrible relationship. Men were the enemy. Yet, somehow… Somehow, this guy right here was like a magnet to my cold metal heart.” Her voice wavered as the seconds tick on and so would yours if you had to speak up then. “In fact, his magnetic pull was so strong, my bicycle got sucked his way and well as my good friend slash officiate here said, I may or may not have ran over his foot on ‘accident’.” The laughters and cheers erupted from the audience were thunderous. A few shouts of “That’s my girl”, and “I knew it” bursted out having the groom in grin. A few tear had dampen the soft fabric of your dress and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was so strange to think that you had met the wonderful man sitting next to you over six years ago. 

You barely survived high school and was thrusted into the strange world of being a semi adult in university. Your 2nd year came and gone as you sat on the floor of the waiting area by your gate, awaiting the boarding of your flight. Back against the cool glass of the giant window wall outlooking the bustling runway, your eyes fluttered close as the exciting beat of Anthem lulled your weary mind to rest. You were there, right there on the brink of sleep when a sharp pain had you cussing. A profuse string of apologies greeted your sharpening sight still drowsy from tiredness. You hadn’t realized at first, the handsome man in front of you. No, you were much too focus on the fact that he had ran your foot over with his own gigantic one while messing around with his friends.

“Son of a-…You…” was all you managed to get out before a loud gasp as the sudden realization of your eyes and brain connecting the face in front of you with the raspy voice spewing out from your headphone hit you like a freight train. 

“I… am very sorry? Wh-Why are you gaping at me like that?” He quipped rather bemused at your sudden rage dying out, kneeling with one hand on your foot, the other twisting your ankle back and forth. 

“Why is iKon’s Bobby touching my feet?” You blurted out rather nonchalantly despite your blushing cheeks and shocked eyes. He giggled at your strange comment and it was the best thing you’ve heard in weeks. 

“Why not? I literally stepped on your ankle. I should be held responsible, don’t you think? Can you stand?” His voice was laced with more worries than your dumb ex could even think of. On top of it all, that look of his face, he was so genuine about it.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve done worse to myself… Clumsy, ya know.” You hopped up to show him just how fine you were. He chuckled a bit before waving bye, heading to the rest of the boys sitting just a few rows away from where you were. 

That night you ended up spending your sleep on the cold ground as the announcement of bad weather affecting the flight rattled through the waiting area. The groans of passenger along with apologies from the crew had you sinking with disappointment. Your summer vacation was now cut short. Then, as if God had taken a pity over your pathetic self, that addictive voice rang out once again.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for awhile…” He plopped down right next to you as if you had been BFF since 4th grade. “… You gotta stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry…” Flustered, you tear your eyes away from his mesmerizing handsome features, fidgeting with the playlist on your phone as if it was something important.

“Oh! you’re listening to music, you were doing that earlier too. Lemme see what you’re into.” Just like that, his hand wrapped around yours pulling your phone closer to his line of sight. He chuckles impressively at a few as his slender index swipe away at the list. Muttering to himself, he only stared back up to comments on his likes and dislikes. “I’m so honored. You have Hanbin and I in the same list as Tupac, N.W.A, and all the legends.” Suddenly his eyes dipped into the cheerful crescent as he laugh heartily. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” You shook your head in confusion.

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

“What am I suppose to do. You like drop out of nowhere, step on my foot, took my phone, and make it seems like we’re best friend.” You listed and he chuckled, amused with your flustered self. “Plus, i’veneverseenacelebrityupclosebefore…letalonehimholdingmyhand…” You muttered at the speed of light as your voice slowly dimmed out to nothingness. Surely if you weren’t blushing before, you were now. All he managed to conjure up with a big laugh, clearly not relenting you any space to dig a whole and crawl down in embarrassment.

 “You speak fast enough to be feature in my next song, it’s kinda impressive…”

“Yah… stop teasing me.” Your hand  retreated from his as you use the free one to caress the spot he had been holding onto, chuckling in disbelief inwardly at the strange luck you’ve stumbled upon.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just you look cute when you get all blush-y. Hi! I’m Jiwon. Nice to meet you. Your name is?” His voice took on a cheery tone that could clear up the rain outside if he really wanted to.

“Y/n… Nice to meet you, Jiwon.”

“Y/n…” He repeated the word associated with you since even before you took your breather in this world, letting it roll around on your tongue with a soft smile. “Wanna join me and the boys? Beats sitting around on the ground by yourself.” He reached out his hand, eyes flickering toward the noisy crowd waving at you both.

“I’d love that. Thank you!”

“Not only did he not get mad but he, this freaking guy right here made sure I was alright. From that moment on I was smitten. So so so smitten in fact I promise the second we exchanged those ring, from there on out, I will admit defeat and let you hold the title of funniest person in the relationship. I promise not you make fun of you when your favorite basketball team loses… which is a lot, I won’t say what team it is. However, when the blue moon rise and they do win, I will share with you a celebratory drink.” You were in full tear now and so was she… “I promise we will grow old together, make mistakes together, and learn together.” Her voice cracked and you let out a small whimper thinking about the inevitable breakup that will forever inhibit your dream of growing old with Jiwon. 

“My love for you never needed this grand event here to be official, it always had been but I thank you for indulging me in this day I dreamt of since I was a kid. I will love you now and always.” 

She was speaking words that resonated with your own heart. You knew long before Jiwon had popped the girlfriend question that you loved him. How could you not fall in love with this lovely man. The crazy energetic rapper on stage that had girls melting for him yet with you, he was just a cutie that would move oceans for you. He gave you everything he had and everything you didn’t even ask for. You let out a sob that was lost upon the thunderous applauds of family and friends. Lost upon all but one. Unbeknown to you, Jiwon had been watching your reaction for awhile now. He knew things were less than okay between the both of you and this joyous start of his best friends could be the bitter end of his. 

Neither of you had been the same as you once were sitting on the floor at the airport that night, gushing over your interests and disinterests. Perhaps the relationship had ran it course, perhaps your love had ran out… Or perhaps you were both too exhausted to fight the inevitable. He knew the crack in the ice had been widening for awhile now but like a fool, wishful thinking and packed schedule had him pushing you off to the back burner. He knew the constant touring, the endless concerts, the never ending passion for music was unfair for you but you never once said anything. In fact, you never say anything anymore. It scared him shitless that you’re slipping out of his grip and there was nothing he could do about it. 

He felt so helpless sitting there watching you shed tears over him. You both had thought long and hard about coming to this wedding as a couple. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a week and he wasn’t sure what this encounter would do. Panic stricken the handsome face and he had to do something, anything to let him know you were still with him. So he reached out, for the first time in weeks, he reached out to you like he used to. It startled you out of your sadden day dream when the warmth from his hand began seeping into your cold dampen hands. Your head whipped up to find him already beaming at you with that smile that could comfort the devil himself. You smile, for the first time in weeks, you smiled like you used to. He found himself grinning like an idiot now, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder, hand rubbing gently on your arm. You were still crying but now, now you had your supporter to sooth your pain away. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way he’s holding you so close and neither could he, not when your hand so stealthily sneaked around his stomach and rested on his waist so intimately. 

Soon enough the day was coming to a close, drawing the party out of everyone. Slightly tipsy, the guests happily flooded the grand ballroom decked to the nines with blush and gold themed. The golden chair lined the glittery pastel pink table cloth donning the best centerpieces that reflected the flowers of the ceremony. The night went on as everyone dined away, chatting with one another about things you sure none of them would remember the next day while nursing a hangover. You stayed close to Jiwon wherever he went, although the positive twist in the knife of fate hadn’t gone much further. You were both still quiet and distant despite the hands intertwining tightly. He had given you his portion of roasted veggies and you had given him your portion of fish as always. He gotten you your favorite wine while you made sure to save him a few donuts from the dessert bar. Just like that, the night went on without a hitch but you couldn’t discern if that was good or bad. 

Mindlessly, you spent the rest of the night dancing away with your friends and he with his. Even with the group of sweaty, drunken, swaying bodies blocking each other away, your eyes were on his and his was on yours. Neither of you could really kept your eyes off of each other, wishing it was the other’s body against your own but nerve and fear like a glass wall keeping you apart. Your 3rd glass of wine had beginning to creep on you now as your head spin slightly. Parting way with your friends, you settled on your seat as you watch Jiwon skillfully moved along with the beats. As expected of your idol boyfriend, he managed to captivate the whole room with the simplest moves. 

“Since tonight we gathered to celebrate the love and new beginning of the loveliest couple here this evening, I’d like to dedicate this next songs to all the other beautiful couples in the room. No matter if you’ve been together 1 day or 40 years, this next two song are for you so get on out here and share a moment of love.” 

The MC put a temporary halt on the festivity as you watch the sweaty body shuffled off the dance floor. One by one, couples sauntered hands in hands toward the pristine white floor embossed with the bride and groom’s name. They slowly swayed as the DJ ever so delicately let the toon of John McLaughlin’s So Close  permeated the atmosphere full of love and joy. You couldn’t help but cracked a smile at the bride’s grandparents, still so in love after nearly 60 years of welcoming dawn and bidding goodbye to dusk together. How lucky must one be to find that one person to love and to hold, to share every moments together and still they look at you with such adoration as if it’s the first day. Once again you shed tears without even knowing that your own love was watching, heart aching as he approached you with an outstretch arm.

“Can I have this next dance, miss?” He spoke so gently, so lovingly that your lips curved up and hand in his without needing your brain to tell them to. A slight sheen of sweet glistened on his forehead from the fun that had his heart beating fast for the past 10 minutes. Although now, now he was sure it wasn’t the hard dancing that had his heart racing at thousand miles a second. It was you. You were just sitting there, lovely as ever with those eyes that always seemed to only see him. No matter where you were, at iKon’s biggest concert, the busy street of a Friday date night, the airport. The place didn’t matter, the time didn’t matter. All it mattered was that the second he laid eyes on you, it seemed as though you were already, had been looking at him for quite some time. 

He pulled you close to his chest, a hand resting on the small of your back, the other wiping the few tear streaking down your cheeks. He pressed a big kiss to your forehead before resting his own on yours. Although your hands on his hips, it rested rather loosely, not at all what he wanted. He knew your mind was chasing itself to exhaustion with the decisions of what will become of the two of you once the clock struck midnight and this wonderful occasion end. When his beautiful suit shaded like midnight sky and your amazing soft blue chiffon dusting with blush pink blossoms bursting with spring gown were shed, you both knew a decision had to be made.

“We should really talk about this, you know. Dragging out the inevitable just going to hurt us more…” You heard him speak but you couldn’t really registered the fact that you were laying in the same bed that absorbed so much love all these years talking about a breakup.

“Yea… Can we talk about it after the wedding? We already RSVP. It’d be rude to just not show up or whatever seeing how close we are to them.” You whispered in a broken tone, heart feeling the stab of each word.

“Uhm… I’ll see you then. We’re going over lyrics this week so I won’t be home much.”


Words that Jiwon of the beginning of the relationship never thought he’d hear was ringing out in the mind of present time Jiwon. He didn’t know about you but he had already decided. He decided the second he saw you that morning with your hair messy and awkwardly crimped from the strange position you slept in. Your bare face glowed so magnificently as you dashed back and forth looking for the pair of heels he had gotten you not too long ago. You were looking mighty cute in your Pooh printed PJ shorts and his giant black t-shirt whipping up breakfast knowing he hadn’t eat a scrap of food since lunch the day before. 

“Baby, you know I love you right?” He whispered so gingerly against the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling your skin with the most delightful sensation.

“I know… I love you too… So much.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to speak in such a depressing tone. Actually, you do know why. Whatever it is that was to come next couldn’t be good judging from the way he started this conversation. You could practically felt his heart pumping gallons of blood in seconds from the thumping of his chest.

“There are so many things I want to tell you. I-I’ve never felt so strongly about something as I do now. I wanted to say all this to you when we were at the ceremony but I decided it was best not to disturb the beautiful moment.” He chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but let the confusion rising fast in your chest. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the heartfelt vows this morning but when I listened to those words being exchange, all I wanted to do was to pull you into my chest and kiss you till morning comes. I know, crappy cheesy right? You could cringe if you want to, I know I sound so gross right now.”

He laughed lightly again but you were serious. His smile dropped the second he met your doe eyes, lip under your teeth as if deciding on the biggest decision in human history. 

“Uhm, so… Now that I have you in my arms, I feel like I have the whole world under my control, everything is at peace.” He started out so nervously, voice cracking, breath erratic but with the flutters of his closing eyes, it was like a sudden sense of tranquil washed over him as his voice grew stable.  “I was in such a storm, baby. I didn’t know where was up and what was down but then when I walked into the apartment this morning. You were just dancing in the living room with the dog and I felt the weight of the universe lifted off my shoulders. How could something so simple captivated me in ways that even the most glamorous expensive things in the world can’t. The world just goes silent the second I’m with you.” He leaned in closer, resting his cheeks on your temple as his hand woven itself into your neatly curled locks. His free arm locked itself around your shoulder pressing you tight to his chest. You let yourself relished in the way he felt so warm against your bare skin, how he smelled like that expensive cologne you helped him picked out while vacationing in London. Yet at the same time something so him fought its way to the top, playing with your nose that was now beginning to pick up the sickening sweet scent of alcohol. 

“I love you so much and It scares me. What if one day you wake up and realize what a shitty boyfriend I am. What if one day someone better comes by and scoop you up in his arms. What if I lose you, what would I do? I was always a hopeless romance but as life get rough, love lost, I’ve long abandoned that hope of finding that permanent someone. Even after we’ve met, I was still doubting if happily ever after is really a thing. Then day by day you showed me that it’s possible if you just work for it.” 

His hand moved away from caressing your back to gingerly lifting your chin up to face him. He held that mysterious grin, that expression that had never quite been abled to decipher despite the 4 years of loving him. You barely managed to catch your breath when his lips unexpectedly found themselves on yours, caring for them so tenderly with the way he moved and how he seemed to fit you so perfectly. Suddenly the world dimmed out to black and white and you two were the only one bursting with colors. The other couples ceased to exist as yours and his soul were the only one flickering with each other on that dance floor and the music played for only you two. He broke away after a short while with a loving smile gracing your elated self.  

“You took my heart and so delicately brought it back to life with every kind words, every affectionate gesture. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see for so long that my happy end was just waiting here with you. We’re close, so close baby to making even if we got a long road to travel. I was so afraid to love again and you made it so painless to fall in love with you. I know what we have isn’t pretending or a trial. What we have is real and all I could think of is how far we’ve come. If you’re willing, I’d love for us to continue this crazy adventure of ours, to continue dreaming of a future that perhaps one day I’d have to honor of waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you let me love you till the end of time?”

You were glad the music was now at its high point as it masked the ugly sound of you choking on your own tears. You tighten your slacken arms and Jiwon just grinned in satisfaction. Oh how he loved the way you held him. You always knew how to hold him. The soft embrace paired with gentle passing of your hand on his back after a bad event. The quiet encouraging words that came with the big hug that made him felt so small after a long stressful day where the whole world appeared to be against him. The way your arm sneaked up on his tone abs in the back hug of sleepy morning as you pressed kisses onto his back with a raspy “good morning, handsome.” You somehow managed to always curled up so neatly on top of his lap as you cling onto his body when he vented about his long hours of practice, finger gently massaging through his hair to help him relax. 

Right now, he was basking the way you were squeezing him with all your might, arms like a boa constricting across his torso. The way you couldn’t decide on where to rest your hands as you move them from the small of his back to his broad shoulder then resorting to just gently gliding them up and down his back. It was like you were making sure he know just how desperate you were to hold him and that was exactly what he needed. It’s honestly still amazed him after all these year the way you just seemingly catered to his needs even without him saying much or at all. He had poured his heart out to you, leaving himself completely vulnerable to rejection and to bitter words but you replied the best way you could with your loving gaze and tight embrace.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, baby. Take your time… Think about it. I know I haven’t been good to you in awhi-”

“No, I need to.” You suddenly blurted out with all the determination in the world. “I-I would love for nothing more than to be your girl for the rest of my life. I was so fearful that you were leaving me… We’ve grew so far away and I just want to know I can hold you, kiss you any time and anywhere.”

He was smiling so brightly, so much brighter than the strobe light above dancing along to the beat of the 2nd couple song of the night. Those eyes of his crinkled into those loving crescents and lips grinning wide from cheek to cheek. He pulled you into an ebullient sway along with the vibrant beat of Nat King Cole L.O.V.E. You let out a hearty laugh as you dipped you low into a big kiss, big cheers and applauds erupted all and your and your cheeks burst into a shade rivaled with the fuchsia petals nearby.  You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You could feel the envy emanating from the single gals surrounding the dance floor, waiting for couples paradise to be over with so they could get down and perhaps find a temporary mates. Although you knew if they had the chance, any one of them would nab up Jiwon so fast you wouldn’t even know what happened and never let him go. 

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

His velvety voice shook you out of your reverie, realizing somehow you had managed to walk off the dance floor. The beat had returned to the bass filled one that had everyone’s adrenaline kicking.

“Wha- How? Wait…”

“You’re so cute, baby. After all this time, you still blush in front of me like you did that first night.”

“I can’t help it. I’m in love with the most breathtaking man in this country and he’s also super talented. Did I mention he’s also freaking handsome?” You gushed and now it was his turn to feel the creep of the spreading heat on his cheeks. He resorted to pulling you close to his chest, planting kisses, and simply taking his time to revel in the fact that you were and always wholeheartedly his. 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jiwon. Can we go home? A cuddle seems good right about now.” You let your lips connected in a flurry of pure happiness. He nodded and with his arm around your shoulders, he escorted his lady into the night with the confident he had when he first declared his love to you.

“Now that I think about it, you’ve never gave me an answer for the offer to be on my next song. I’m still impress with how fast you spoke that night.” As always, his cheeky self could never stay calm for long before continue his never ending tease fest earning him a hard slap to the chest.

“Yea… I’m gonna have to pass. My rapping days are over considering I needed to retired for a certain bunny rapper to shine. I don’t wanna overshadow him, ya know.”

“I still can’t believe I get to love you. I am never ever letting you go. EVER.”

“You act like you got a choice there, dude. Pfts, as far as I’m concern, you’re stuck.” You jabbed at his side, eliciting that distinct chuckle only your bunny rapper could produce.

“I have something else to confess… You can’t be mad though.” 

“I won’t, promise. I spent too much time away from you already.” Concern once again washed over the serenity of your happiness. You halted your steps and he mirrored your action, one foot kicking back and forth in place as if deciding on which word would be best to speak up next.

“I told you I got a courage push from our friends’ vows… Uhm, I actually got the idea for our meeting from her. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad!” Your silent gotten the better of him. He jumped back in place, hands holding onto your arms as if you’d float off with the next gush of wind if he let go. You were honestly just befuddle as to what the hell he was talking about.

“Wha-What are you talking about, baby?” You cocked your eyebrow in perplexity over the strange confession.

“Ididn’trunoveryourfootbyaccident…itwastotallyonpurpose.” He screeched out in panic and you were just amused at how cute he was being. All you could do was heaved a heavy laugh, nearly bending over in ab pain over how sweet and endearing this whole situation was. Who would’ve thought your week of isolation would transpired into something so beautiful as the speech he whispered to you so intimately, into the lovable boy pouting in front of you under the pale moonlight. “baabe, don’t laugh at me. I’m sad.”

“A little faster and you might’ve finally surpass me in the rap game.” You grabbed his large hand in his, tugging him straight into your embrace as kisses rained down on the handsome face. “I know you did it on purpose, Bobby rapper of iKon, half the MOBB duo. I saw you starin’ at me that night. I was surprised you didn’t do something more dramatic.”

“Wait, you knew this whole time???!? NO! I thought I was being clever, why didn’t you say anything.” His mind was being blown as the cloud drifted across the inky sky.

“I thought you were cute, if you hadn’t, I might’ve accidentally spill coffee on you. I was just waiting for you to fess up to it.” You added with a wink, dragging him along to the car.

“I’m so glad I met you. We’re so cute together.”

He added with a content sigh as you both walked off into the distant hand in hand, heart beating as one, and souls elated ecstatic to once again be close.

Tight Spaces

Prompt: After weeks away on missions, Poe finally returns back to the resistance base to be reunited with the reader. Due to the lack of privacy the couple make due with what they have by meeting in a supply closet to really reunite.

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader

Warning: Some cursing, explicit sexual content, and fluff galore

Originally posted by solorenskywalker

“The pilots have returned! I repeat, the pilots have returned!” 

At the sound of the announcement you were immediately overwhelmed with joy! Jumping out of your seat you quickly sprinted in the direction of the ship port. Having to run half way across the base normally would have left you out of breath, but today nothing could slow you down. He was home, he was finally home!

About a dozen pilots were being greeted by the home base with warm smiles and cheers - They have served the cause well! How long had they been gone now? Weeks, almost a month, maybe. 

Desperately you looked around, looking for none other than Poe Dameron. Finally, your eyes locked with his and the world around you seemed to stop. His deep dark eyes filled with joy and he looked right past your eyes and into your soul. As his content smile grew into a grin your heart skipped a beat and your stomach swirled with butterflies.

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My Child

Pairings: None

Summary: Patton always jokes and calls Virgil his “kiddo” or “child” and no one really gives it a second thought. But what if it was more than just a nickname?

A/N: My first Sides story…. ever. This was something I just had to write when I first thought of this prompt. I’m so sorry if Patton/Virgil seem out of character. I’m still learning how to write them and I’m so worried about not doing it properly (which is also one of the reasons Logan/Roman are not in this fic… still trying.) But I hope you enjoy. :)

I’ve never felt like this before. What is this?

Patton paced around his room, holding a box in his right hand and fidgeting with the sleeve of his cardigan which was wrapped around his neck. His breathing was erratic, and he couldn’t seem to make himself stop moving.

This had never happened before. This emotion was new for him. But where had it come from?

Thomas was only eight years old. His birthday had just recently passed and everything was looking up for him. Patton couldn’t have been more proud. Logan had been recently sorting all of Thomas’s new knowledge - he’d been loving it. Roman had gotten so many sparks of creativity and wonder; he had been almost continuously writing something at the table, humming joyfully.

But recently… one event had made Thomas feel a new emotion, something Patton couldn’t immediately explain. Thomas had come to him shaking and crying. He wasn’t scared, but he also wouldn’t explain to Patton what was really going on. The small brown haired boy just kept mumbling “what do I do…what do I do?”

Patton sat down, crossing his legs, clenching the box in his hands even tighter. He could feel Thomas’s worry but it was more than that. It was nearly random. One moment the child would be happy and smiling and then with nearly no warning, he’d be crying, coming into his own mind to get away from everything.

I have to figure this out. I must. Before it starts affecting the others. I can’t let them down…

…I can’t let Thomas down.

Several days had passed, but Patton had not come any closer to being able to understand what Thomas was feeling. It had begun to occur more frequently and had affected Patton personally too. He could feel his heart racing, and he always felt like something was wrong. Or something was going to go wrong. Patton hadn’t come out of his room. He was afraid what was happening would brush off on the others. That was definitely something Patton refused to allow.

A knock nearly caused Patton to fall over. Why was he so jumpy? After he stood, he realized the knock hadn’t come from the door which led to the common space.

Patton turned around to the far corner of his room, a corner he did not use. It was covered in darkness and for some reason, there was a door.

“…how did I miss that?” Patton questioned himself out loud. Had he really been that distracted?

Another knock rang out, causing him to jump again.

He quickly walked over to the door and grabbed the handle. He hesitated for just a moment. Patton was afraid his hastened heartbeat and sweating palms could be felt by Logan or Princey. What was behind this door? Where had it come from? Swallowing his fears in one gulp, he pulled the door open, closing his eyes. A blast of air was released, ruffling Patton’s hair gently. Once the wind had ceased, Patton opened his eyes.

Standing in front of him was a small boy, basically the same size as Thomas. His face was hidden behind his bangs and a large black hoodie wrapped his entire small frame.


Patton was taken back by the child’s voice. It was Thomas’s voice but a bit different, just like his own. The boy lifted his arms and took his hood off.

Brown eyes met each other and Patton was surprised to see very heavy eyeshadow under the child’s eyes.

“Morality…?” The boy asked again.

Patton was knocked back to reality and nodded. The boy looked relieved and reached his hand out. He motioned for Patton to do the same. As soon as their hands touched, Patton felt a surge of… warmth and relief. It was as if he had taken off a tremendous amount of weight.

“Do you… feel better now?” The boy asked. Patton nodded again. To his surprise, the child smiled. “That’s good.” He walked past Patton and over to the couch, taking a seat at the end. His feet were too short to touch the ground. “So, are you going to ask me who I am?”

“Oh…well I….” Patton stuttered. “…i guess I didn’t really know what to say. How did you do that? What did you do?”

“The things you were feeling were because of me. I didn’t have full control of everything just yet because of my small size.” The boy explained. “My name is….” he paused, biting his lip. He took a deep breath before continuing. “…Anxiety.”

All at once, everything Patton had experienced over the last week made more sense. The extreme worrying, the feeling of dread no matter what he attempted to do, and Thomas’s inability to explain exactly how he was feeling… it was anxiety.

“It seems Thomas has need of me, even more than he did before.” Anxiety explained. “I’ve always been here but more as a thought rather than a physical presence.” He looked down at his hands. “When I noticed what you were going through, I knew it would be too much. I had to do something.” He clenched his fists.

“Thomas will need me too.” Anxiety’s voice seemed nearly desperate as he spoke. “I have to protect him.”

Patton walked over and sat down next to Anxiety. He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You seem fully capable of doing so, kiddo. I appreciate the help.”

Anxiety nodded. “Yeah no problem dad.”


Anxiety slapped a hand over his mouth. “I mean… yeah it’s no problem Morality. I mean… it’s what I was created for.” He took another deep shaky breath. “Before it was just fears and the occasional scares….how bad could it be? I got this.” Anxiety smirked as he looked up at Patton. “And besides you’ve got a lot more on your plate.”

Patton nodded trying to stay serious but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “Thanks kiddo. I appreciate it.”

A couple of days later, Anxiety had fully developed and was no longer a small child but the same size as Patton, an adult per say. Patton had introduced him to Princey and Logan. That hadn’t gone all too well, but that was okay. Patton could feel Anxiety’s importance and was definitely grateful for the assistance. Thomas had even come to visit and if he had anything wrong Patton couldn’t help, Anxiety was right there willing to help the young boy anyway he could.

[Present Time - Before Exploring Nostalgia]

Patton stood in his room, cleaning up a bit as he had not had a chance in quite a while. As he finished putting some photo albums away, his eyes glanced over to the shadowy corner of his room. The door that had appeared there so many years ago was gone. Anxiety had redone his room around the time Thomas was 13 years old and at that time, he had moved the entrance to the common space.

“It’s been so long.” Patton said, his words breathy. He absentmindly walked toward the corner, touching the wall with just his fingertips. “I’m still… so proud of you, Virgil.” He mumbled.

“What did you say?” Patton turned on his heels to see Virgil standing in his doorway. He had a smirk on his face.

“Oh hey kiddo! I didn’t hear you open the door!” Patton responded cheerfully, walking over to him.

Virgil frowned. “I asked you a question.”

Patton stopped his skipping steps. He shook his head and smiled. “It’s nothing, kiddo. I’m just reminsicing about the past a bit.”

Virgil peeked his gaze over Patton’s shoulder to the shadowy corner. “Oh. I see.” His voice trailed off as he tilted his head towards the common area. “Well, whatever. Thomas needs us for something.”

“He does? Oh I guess I was distracted. Sorry about that, kiddo.” Patton apologized. He went to walk past Virgil and was surprised when Virgil randomly grabbed his hand. Patton froze immediately and looked directly at Virgil. Their eyes met. “…Virgil?”

“Just letting you know… that I… I never really thanked you, Patton. I’m not good at this touchy feely stuff but thanks for all your help that day.” Virgil said, his voice a bit shaky. “So thanks for everything…. Dad.”

Patton felt his heart lurch forward. It wasn’t like any other time when Virgil referred to him as the dad character. This time was like the first time he ever heard Virgil say it so long ago. There was an endearment to it that made his heart so happy. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes and without thinking, he hugged the dark trait, squeezing him as tightly as possible.

“Hey! Patton…what?” Virgil held his hands up, looking down at Patton, only able to see his purple hair. Virgil could feel a slight wetness on his chest. “…alright, alright.”

To Patton’s surprise and delight, Virgil returned the hug. After a few seconds, the two separated.

“We better go. Thomas is waiting, as is Sir Sing-a-Lot and Pocket Protector. You know how impatient they can be.” Virgil said, patting Patton on his shoulder before walking towards the common space.

In that moment, as Virgil walked away, Patton couldn’t help but smile and let some more tears fall. He was so proud of his son and how far he had come.

A/N: Sorry if this took up a lot of your feed; I’m not sure how to do a “read more” cut. Hope it was enjoyable for you and not too ooc… thank you for reading! :3

Hasty Decisions- Part 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

3800 Words ( I laugh because this was supposed to be a drabble!)

Story Summary: After you hastily give yourself up to save Sam, you realize that things aren’t as they seem. That your intended Crowley might have played a trick on you.

A/N: This was requested by @winchester-writes. Well, at least part one was, lol. Also, I really have no clue how this turned out.

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6 Months Later

Sitting on your own throne, you studied your nails as Crowley’s minions droned on and on about some project to bring in more souls. It was boring, and you wished you could be somewhere else, anywhere else. Crowley seemed just as bored as you, with his head resting on his fist, glaring at the Demon who read from the long scroll of parchment.

“What do you think my love?” He asked you, breaking you from your thoughts. “After all, you’ve been training to overtake the role as Queen of the Crossroads.”

“I think I’m bored with such matters. Send more Demons out if you must, offering deals at places other than crossroads.” You muttered, standing up and wiping down the skirt of your black silk dress. Gone were your jeans and flannels. Crowley insisted you dressed the part of Queen, with your own personal dressmaker. Dresses of black and blood red hung up in your closet, each one beautiful and sinful. Your hair hung longer down your back, artfully curled each and every morning. Gone were the braids and ponytails that made hunting easier.

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Choosing Him (One-Shot)

Title: Choosing Him (one-shot)
Pairing: Steve x reader, Tony x reader
Word Count: 1911
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Sad Tony. Sad Steve. Sad Reader. Light smut. Set after CA:CW, let’s just pretend Sharon Carter is just a friend.

Originally posted by lehnsherr-stark

You would think that you would be prepared for anything. Being an Avenger, living on the compound, and working with these people would have prepared you for what was happening. But it didn’t. Nothing could have.

The team fell apart and not just a little bit. Completely. Sitting in the common room, you hear Tony putter around in his lab and Vision walking around aimlessly. Steve is gone. Wanda, Sam, Clint, Nat, and Bruce. All gone. Steve was the only one who communicated anymore, but that was only on whatever cell phone he had taken time to mail to you and call you on once in a blue moon. Last you heard from him, he was hiding out but wouldn’t tell you where.

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Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 7! Sorry it’s a bit long but I couldn’t stop. I actually had to stop at some point but the next chapter will still be in Rivendell. A lot will happen there :p

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári)

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Chapter 8  

Chapter 7: Are you searching for purpose?

Originally posted by ohflint

Elentári was unconscious on the hard ground, her hair floating in the wind and covering her face. The orcs had run away, leaving her to bleed out on the ground as her soul slowly started to fade. However, in her comatose state she could still hear low footsteps around her as the earth beneath her body rumbled. She heard voices talk in rush tones but her ears could not understand what they were saying. She heard everything as if she was dived into cotton.  

The elves searched among the dead orcs, some still on their horse to prevent any other attack. Lord Elrond’s eyes scanned the area, slightly bothered by the orcs’ presence on his lands. The great elf king could feel the presence of other beings close to Imladris, he knew that they would soon enter his city, he could feel it in the air.

Nin hir! (My Lord)” An elf guard called out from before the secret passageway that led to their city.  Elrond turned around to see the guard kneeling before a small silhouette. Elrond frowned and quickly made his way toward the guard but his eyes widen as he approached the injured silhouette.

Hi bo na- ú- orch (This one is not an orc).” He breathed out as he brushed the silver-blond hair out of Elen’s face. “Elentári…” Elrond couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the elleth was barely breathing and her body was broken, pierced by a sword and an arrow… close to her heart.

Elrond slowly laid a gentle cool hand on the woman’s forehead and closed his eyes. Her life was too important, he couldn’t let this be her fate. She had yet so much to achieve.

The Company arrived in Rivendell after a few minutes of trek. The dwarves looked skeptical as they walked across a bridge and entered the beautiful city. A few guards are seen strolling about as Bilbo gazed in awe at the beauty of the place. He turned around, trying to memorize each waterfall, each beautiful alcove, each color and bright light that filled his heart with peace. Bilbo was worried for Elentári, she was his friend after all and leaving her behind had been hard. Even if Gandalf had certified him that she would be alright when he asked him about the magic he felt in the air in the secret passageway, just a few minutes ago. Bilbo had constantly asked the Wizard why they had to leave Elen behind and after a few words of comfort, Bilbo knew that it had been the only option.

The dwarves looked quite uneasy as they walked on a footbridge and Bilbo looked even more impressed as a dark­haired elf walked down a flight of stairs and greeted them.

“Mithrandir.” Lindir said with a small smile as he walked down the stairs.

“Ah, Lindir!” Gandalf exclaimed and smiled back. As Lindir and Gandalf greeted each other, the dwarves murmured amongst themselves in distrust. Gloin glared at the elf and the others, except Bilbo did the same.

“Stay sharp.” Thorin whispered to Dwalin, the warrior nodding at his king.

Thorin was tensed. He was torn in half, he wanted to leave but he also wanted to stay and find Elentári. Since the attack on the plain, Thorin couldn’t help but think about those words he had thrown at the elleth. If Elen died thinking that no one could even care about her, if she died thinking that Thorin hated her… He would never forgive himself.

Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen. (We heard you had crossed into the Valley.)” Lindir said in Sindarin.

“I must speak with Lord Elrond.” Gandalf answered, quite ignoring the elf’s comment, the wizard was also worried about his friend.

“My lord Elrond is not here.” Lindir said, his eyes trailing over the group of dwarves quickly.

“Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked in confusion but suddenly, the Elvish horns from earlier rang out in the city once again. The Company turned around and they started to shout as they saw a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate. Thorin’s eyes widen and he shouted his orders.

“Ifridî bekâr! (Ready weapons!’) “Hold ranks!” Thorin shouted as Bofur grabbed Bilbo who was looking at the upcoming horses in awe, and pulled him in the center of the company.

The dwarves bunched up together into a tight circle with their weapons pointed outward; the mounted Elves arrived and rode in circles around the dwarves. The company growled at the elves but eventually, the elves stopped, and one of them, Elrond, separated himself from the others. He dismounted his horse in a hurry and Thorin’s eyes widen as he saw the unconscious woman in his arms. Elen was pale, extremely pale, and thick red blood ran down her left arm, winding around her fingers then dropping on the white stone of the stairs Lindir had just walked down from. The company started to shout Elen’s name as they saw her in Elrond’s arms, Thorin stepping from the center of the protective circle. He wanted to see her, he needed to see her.  

“Lindir!” Elrond said with agitation. “Take her to the healers, she’s stable for now but I couldn’t heal her entirely in the plain with the threat of another attack.” The elf lord carefully placed Elentári in Lindir’s arms.

“Princess…” The dark-haired elf breathed out in horror but he did not ask for any other explanation as he ran quickly up the stairs.  

“Princess?” Thorin whispered in confusion then glanced at Dwalin to see if he had heard the same odd title.

“Gandalf.” Elrond turned around when Lindir was out of view and greeted the wizard. Gandalf bowed gracefully before the elf king with a smile.

“Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh? (My friend! Where have you been?)”

Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui. (We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.)” Elrond said as he approached the wizard then he and Gandalf hugged. “And we found Elentári, hurt and barely alive.”

Gandalf looked at the company briefly and the dwarves looked down in guilt. The wizard joined his hands before him in slight discomfort.  

“Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near.” Elrond held up an Orc sword and shew it to everyone, then handed it to a guard.

“Ah, that may have been us.” Gandalf answered sheepishly.

Thorin stepped forward, and Elrond looked upon him with recognition. However, Thorin glared at Elrond and couldn’t help but ask in a threatening voice.

“Where did you take Elentári? Is she going to make it?” Elrond frowned for a second then a smile crossed the corner of his lips as he ignored the dwarf’s question.

“Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.”

“I do not believe we have met.” Thorin answered bitterly.

“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain.” Elrond informed Thorin kindly.

“Indeed; he made no mention of you.” Thorin said, making Gandalf sigh and roll his eyes. Ignoring this insult, Elrond looked upon the dwarves and decided to finally answer Thorin’s question.

“Concerning Nin fwîr, you do not have to worry. She will be healed quickly. She is lucky we found her in time.” Elrond said with a gentle smile but Thorin’s eyes were as wide as the moon.

“What did he call her?” Oin asked the others, stepping forward with his trumpet.

Nin fwîr. My niece.” Elrond repeated and the entire company started to gasp and talk among themselves.

“What is this all about Gandalf?” Thorin asked as he glared at the wizard and Elrond looked around him with a frown of confusion.

“Well… hm…” Gandalf looked rather embarrassed as the entire company and Elrond looked upon him with expectation. However, Bilbo spoke up before he could.

“Elentári is an elvish princess.” Bilbo stated, catching the attention of the company. Elrond nodded his head.

“Yes. She is Lady Galadriel’s daughter, the heir of the Lothlorien’s throne and my niece.” The elf lord answered and the dwarves staid silent for several seconds, shocked beyond measure.

“It is impossible…” Thorin breathed out. “Why would she hide something like this?”

“You will have to wait for her to awake to have the answer, Thorin.” Gandalf said. The dwarf stayed silent, too confused and shocked to be stubborn at this point.

Elentári was the princess of the Lothlorien and he had treated her without respect. Then maybe that was why she didn’t want them to know, Elen wanted the company to accept her for who she truly was and not because she was a princess. After speaking with Gandalf for a while in hushed tone, Elrond turned to the dwarves and spoke suddenly in Sindarin. The dwarves didn’t understand what he was saying. Some of them still not being able to swallow the news of Elentári’s true identity.

Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin. (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.)” Elrond said, playfully using a grave tone as he spoke. The dwarves took it as an insult and Gloin stepped forward.

“What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?” He growled in anger as the dwarves grew bellicose and gripped their weapons uneasily. Gandalf spoke exasperatedly at the dwarves, he was really tired.

“No, master Gloin, he’s offering you food.”

The dwarves quickly discussed this amongst themselves, the mood slowly shifting from uneasy to merry. The mention of food was always a serious matter to dwarves.

“Ah well, in that case, lead on.” Gloin said, eager to finally have the chance to rest and eat a warm meal in peace.

The company followed Lord Elrond and his guards up the stairs, all talking about the food. Fili and Kili talked about Elen with Bilbo. They were worried and couldn’t wait to see her again. Thorin climbed next to Dwalin but his mind was wandering, he didn’t have the heart to eat after everything that happened. Elentári almost died and she had hidden her true identity. Moreover, Thorin couldn’t help but wonder what he saw when Elen pushed him into the crack. Was it light that erupted from her hand? Thorin shook his head as he followed Gandalf and Elrond away from the company, his heart hurting for his elleth.


The birds were chirping as Elen woke up. The soft wind carried laughs and merry sounds to the elleth’s ears and she smiled. Elentári remembered the orc attack and how she got herself injured to keep Kili and Thorin safe. The sounds she heard could only mean once thing; or she was dead and finally joined her ancestors’ halls or she was alive and in a bed in Rivendell. As a familiar voice spoke up, Elen knew that she wasn’t dead yet.

“Good evening, cousin.” Arwen’s gentle and warm voice said from next to Elen’s bed. The woman smiled and fluttered her eyes open, the light hurting her eyes.

“Good evening, Arwen. It is good to see you again.” Elentári said with a chuckle.

“Oh, don’t you dare chuckle Elen! You gave us quite a scare, you were dying!” Arwen reprimanded as she helped Elentári to sit up in the bed, only making the injured woman laugh even more.

“Ouch! Ouch!” Elen said as she held her side and tried to stop laughing as it was too painful. Arwen looked worriedly at her but smiled.

Adar said that you would only be soar for the next few days. You’re lucky he found you and you’re lucky too heal quickly.” Arwen said as she sat back on her chair. Elen nodded as she observed the room she was in. It was her bedroom.

“This room did not chance a bit.” She told Arwen with a soft smile.

“It is yours, it will stay in the state you left it the last time you were at home.” Arwen said making Elentári smile softly at her words.

“This place feels more like home than my true kingdom…” Elen muttered and Arwen sighed. “Are the dwarves already here?” She asked knowingly.

“Oh, yes they are. Gandalf led them through the hidden passageway, they arrived almost at the same time as you with Adar.” Elen turned to look at Arwen and frown at her knowing smile.

“What is the matter?”

“A certain dwarf was really eager to see you. He almost ripped Lindir’s head off of his shoulders when he did not let him enter your room earlier.” Arwen laughed but Elen felt her cheek blush.

“I don’t know who you are talking about.” Elentári denied, glancing at her lap to avoid Arwen’s eyes.

“We both know that is a lie. Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror… The heir of Erebor’s throne.” Arwen teasingly said, making Elen rolled her eyes.

“Thank you, cousin. I did not know his entire title before.” The elleth said sassily but Arwen ignored her.

“Are you courting?” She asked with eagerness.

“No!” Elen exclaimed as she almost choked on her own tongue. “Not at all. Thorin hates me, he would never… no.” Elen said shaking her head in denial.

“Well… he seemed to care for you quite a lot, my dear cousin.”

“This is impossible.” Elen answered.

“Why do you think that he hates you?” Arwen asked as she got up and filled a glass with cold water and handed it to Elen. Elen took it and thanked her cousin before taking a huge sip.

“I don’t think he hates me. I know he does, that’s the difference.”

“I think you’re wrong.” Elen rolled her eyes at Arwen once more, making the gentle elleth smile. “I have an idea!” She suddenly exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t like that…” Elen muttered.

“Shush! Do you feel good enough to join my father for dinner?” Arwen asked still smiling but barely containing her excitement.

“Yes, I guess I am.” Elen answered, eyeing the beautiful brunette.

“Then I’ll help you get yourself ready! We’re going to show him! Thorin will see your true beauty and he’ll be mesmerized!”

“Wait a minute, what makes you think that I want… I mean, what makes you think that I fancy him?” Elentári was as red as a tomato as Arwen smiled and gently took her hands in her own.

“Elen, I can see it in your eyes. And we both know that you are smitten with him since the first time you saw him under the mountain.” She said with a smile. Elen looked up at her cousin with blank eyes then sighed.

“He does not know that he saw me before and anyway, I was hiding behind my veil. He did not really see me.” Elentári protested.

“Maybe but you first met him a while ago and you are still smitten with him. Now is your chance.” Arwen got up and started to search through Elen’s wardrobe.

“Arwen…” Elen tried to protest as she slowly swung her legs over the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Estel keeps asking about you.” Arwen said suddenly while still looking though Elen’s wardrobe.

“How is he doing?” Elen asked, her heart clenching at the mention of her other little cousin.

“He misses you. A lot.”

“I know.” Elen sighed.

“Don’t worry, he knows that you love him but he’s still a child.” Arwen said with love in her voice.

“I don’t know who my father was, Arwen. All I know is that he was one of the Númenor. Like Estel’s father. He’s the only person I know from my father’s family and he’s more like a little brother than a distant cousin to me. It kills me to leave him behind…” Elentári sighed, guilt gripping her heart.

“Elen… It is not your fault. Estel knows that you love him dearly.” Arwen said as she sat next to her cousin on the bed and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Elen smiled up at her sadly then her eyes caught a silky-looking material in Arwen’s hands.

“No… No, no, no. I’m not wearing that dress.”

“Oh, don’t be a child! It’s a beautiful dress!” Arwen got up and stretched her arms to show her the dress.

Elen had to admit that the dress was absolutely gorgeous. It was made of silk, smooth and fluid white and creamy silk, the material floated in the wind letting Elen watch the beige reflections of the dress as it moved. What caught Elen’s eyes were the small sparkles that covered the top of the dress and cascaded down. It looked like small diamonds covering the top of the dress and the thin drape that trailed on the back.

“I do not recall having this dress in my wardrobe…” Elen noted as she eyed Arwen with a knowing smirk.

“Really?” Was all the princess said as she helped her cousin to get up. “Oh yes and I forgot about something.” Arwen added as she took a crown out of a drawer.

“Where did you find this?” Elen asked in awe.

“I have my ways.” Arwen answered with a smile and handed the crown to Elen.

“You found my crown… I guess you want me to wear it for dinner.” Elen muttered as her fingers trailed over the beautiful mix of wood and metal.

“Well… it could be a really good idea.” Arwen said gently and Elen laughed happily as she followed her cousin into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed at the idea of seeing the company, and Thorin, after what happened.


The company was sitting at long tables with elves playing music and serving food as they waited for Gandalf, Thorin and Elrond to start the feast. However, the dwarves looked rather betrayed as they looked at the green food around them.

“Try it; just a mouthful!” Dori told his little brother as he was playing with the lettuce in his plate.

“I don’t like green food!” Ori answered in disgust, making his brother shake his head. “Do they have any chips?”

At the same moment, Elrond, Gandalf and Thorin entered the opened room and walked to sit at the royal table. Thorin was oddly behaving, too worried about Elentári to even show his distrust in elves. At another table, Kili was eyeing a female harp player. He smiled as he tried to flirt with her and even winked, catching Dwalin and Oin’s attention. Dwalin gave him a stern look and Kili tried to play it off.

“Can’t say I fancy Elf maids myself.  Too thin.” Kili said. “They’re all high cheekbones and creamy skin; not enough facial hair for me. Although…” Just as Kili stopped talking another elf walked by. “That one there’s not bad” Kili said, whispering the last part.

Dwalin smirked before replying; “That’s not an elf maid”.  

The elf in question turned to reveal that he was indeed not an elf maid, but a male and Kili almost gasped. He looked shocked then Dwalin winked at him, and everyone suddenly laughed as Kili looked ashamed.

“That’s funny… Really funny…” Kili muttered.

Thorin heard his company laugh then abruptly stop, a few gasped came out of the dwarves’ mouth as they stared at the way Thorin had walked from a few seconds before. Thorin looked at his company with a frown, wondering what made them look so impressed but Elrond’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned around.

Ah! Nin fwîr! You found the strength to join us!” Elrond said as he opened his arms and hugged Elentári carefully.

Elen chuckled softly as she hugged her uncle back then looked at the company with a soft smile. The elleth took a few steps forward and looked at the dwarves with an embarrassed smile. Then, suddenly Kili got up and bolted in her direction. The young dwarf collided with the elleth and hugged her close, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. Elen gasped then laughed and hugged Kili back, kissing his cheek to calm him down. The entire company cheered and got up to welcome Elentári back.

“Everything is alright, Kili.” Elen soothed as Kili hugged her even tighter.

“I’m so sorry, miss Elen. I’m so sorry.” He muttered, his voice waving with sadness.

“It is not your fault.” Elen comforted him as Kili finally pulled away and Fili took his brother’s place and hugged her. Elen laughed again, and smiled at Bofur as he patted her on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

Thorin watched in awe at the elleth. He had never seen Elentári like this before, she was absolutely beautiful. Not that she wasn’t beautiful before but the dress she was wearing was hugging her curves in a way that shew her grace and beauty. The material looked as smooth and soft as her own creamy skin, an innate grace floated around her as her long silver-blond hair caressed her cheeks and cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she was now hugging Bilbo who seemed truly happy to see her alive and well. Thorin’s eyes trailed to her forehead and his eyes widen as he saw the crown on her head. The crown was made of thin dark brown wood and silver. White leaves circled the upper thin branch of the crown and a beautiful white pearl laid in the center. 

Elen’s eyes trailed upon the company, she first met Gandalf’s eyes. The wizard was chuckling and smiling at her as he watched the company happily hug his friend then, Elen’s eyes landed on Thorin and her heart stopped. The king was looking at Elen in awe, with love-filled eyes and his mouth agape. Elen blushed as she thought about Arwen’s words. ‘Maybe she was right?’ Elen thought but she quickly looked down to hide her flushed cheeks. However, she quickly looked up at the company as they slowly stepped aside. Thorin walked with his eyes focused on Elen and only stopped when he was facing the elleth. Elrond shared a look with Gandalf as everyone waited. Thorin glared in Elentári’s eyes, the girl couldn’t look away as she was entranced by his deep blue eyes.

Then Thorin did something that impressed everyone. He kneeled before the elleth and bowed his head. Elen’s eyes widen as she looked at the King.

“Thank you.” Thorin breathed out. Elen looked at the others in confusion, seeing their smiles and knowing smirks. “Thank you for saving my nephew, princess. Thank you for saving me.” Thorin looked up at Elen, the elleth didn’t know what to do and to be honest she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable to be called princess.

“Please, Thorin. There is no need to…”

“No, you deserve all my respect. Even after the way I treated you, you almost died for my nephew and for me. I am terribly sorry, princess.” Thorin said, his voice deep and filled with remorse. Elen shook her head and kneeled down before Thorin who was watching her with a frown. Elen took Thorin’s hands in hers, they felt so warm and strong in her cold ones, and she smiled at him.

“Please, Thorin get up.” Elen said as she got up herself and pulled Thorin up with her. “I would do it again if I had too, there is no need to thank me.” Thorin looked at her then slowly brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

Elen blushed as she felt Thorin’s warm and soft lips on her skin. Her heart was beating fast and hard against her chest as Thorin stared into her eyes. Time seemed to stop and Elen could only see Thorin before her, as if the entire room was empty. Suddenly, Elrond cleared his throat and everyone reappeared in the room around them. The company chuckled at the elleth and their leader, Balin beaming softly at them. Elen smiled in embarrassement and Thorin chuckled as everyone walked back to their seats, including Thorin who offered his arm to Elen and led her toward the royal table. The dwarves went back complaining about the food as Elrond examined the swords Gandalf and Thorin found in the trolls’ cave.

“This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin. May it serve you well.” Elrond explained before handing Orcrist back to Thorin, who accepted it with a nod. Elrond then examined Glamdring as Elen smiled at Thorin. She was sitting next to him, nudging a vegetable roll in her plate with her fork. Thorin glanced at her then at the roll.

“Are you not hungry?” Thorin asked sweetly, his eyes trailing up Elen’s arm, seeing her hand shake.

“Oh, I’m… Not really.” Elen stuttered. Thorin observed her as she brought the fork to her lips, her hand shaking even more.  

“And this is Glamdring, the Foe­hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age…” Elrond said as he observed the sword but Elrond’s voice faded in Elentári’s ears as a conversation between Bilbo and Balin caught her attention.

“I wouldn’t bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.” Balin told Bilbo who was looking at his sword.

“What are you saying, my sword hasn’t seen battle?” The hobbit asked incredulously.

“I’m not actually sure it is a sword; more of a letter opener, really.” Balin answered making Bilbo frown.

“How did you come by these?” Elrond’s voice brought Elen’s attention back to their conversation.

“We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.” Gandalf answered, glancing at Elen then at Thorin.

“And what were you doing on the Great East Road?” Elrond asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elentári glanced at Gandalf as no one answered the elf’s question. Thorin looked perturbed and pushed his chair then got up, excusing himself, the King left with his glass of wine and his new sword. Elen watched him with an understanding smile but quickly looked away as Thorin’s eyes observed her from his spot over the balcony next to the company.

“Thirteen dwarves and a Halfling; strange travelling companions, Gandalf.“ Elrond commented as Thorin left the table.

“And you forgot to include me, uncle.” Elen added with a smirk. “Which makes Gandalf’s choice even more strange.” Elrond smiled teasingly at his niece.

“These are the descendants of the House of Durin! They’re noble, decent folk.” Gandalf answered, trying to defend his friends but Elen caught Nori pick up what appeared to be an ornate salt shaker and discreetly put it in his coat.  

“And they’re surprisingly cultured.” The wizard added as Bombur stuffed his face with food, making Elen chuckled to herself. “They’ve got a deep love of the arts”.

Nori turned to the harp player behind him and said “Change the tune, why don’t you?? I feel like I’m at a funeral!”  

“Did someboy die?!” Oin exclaimed as Elentári glanced back at her friends.

“Alright lads, there’s only one thing for it!” Bofur said then got up and jumped onto a plinth next to the table.

“Oh, good gracious…” Elen breathed out as she knew what was coming. The elleth glanced at Elrond as Bofur started to sing.

“There is an inn, a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.

The dwarves started to trash the food, throwing it at each other and at the table where Elen was sitting. The elleth ducked a few timed and glared at Kili or Fili for trying to hit her.  

The ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

now sawing in the middle.

Elrond and the other elves looked horrified by the dwarves’ behavior, Gandalf was really embarrassed and Elentári couldn’t help but clap along and laugh. Even Thorin was stomping his feet in rhythm to the song.

So, the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

‘It’s after three!’ he said.

The other dwarves laughed happily and cheered for Bofur, Thorin clapped his hands but his eyes were glued to Elen as he saw her beautiful smile and heard her melodious laugh. Kili threw a handful of food Elen’s way but she ducked in time and it came very close to hitting Lindir. Elentári glanced at the elf in surprise but burst out laughing as she saw his horrified face.


Later that night, after dinner, Gandalf, Elrond, Elentári, Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo are standing in a hall in Rivendell. Elen was standing next to Thorin as she listened to the conversation.

“Our business is no concern of elves.” Thorin hissed, making Elen roll her eyes and Gandalf scoff.

“For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map.” The wizard demanded.

“It is the legacy of my people; it is mine to protect, as are its secrets.” Thorin stubbornly answered.

“Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the presence of one of the few in Middle­earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond.” At this point, Elen knew that Gandalf had had enough.

“Please Thorin.” Elen gently said, the dwarf king’s eyes glancing at her. Elen laid her hand on his forearm and smiled. “My uncle is the only one who can help us.” The elleth whispered.

Thorin thought quietly for a few seconds, with everyone looking at him. Elen removed her hand from his arm and he began to hand the map to Elrond but Balin tried to stop him.

“Thorin, no!” Thorin brushed Balin aside and handed Elrond the map. Elen smiled at Bilbo who was observing the scene with great interest. Elrond looked at the map with a raised eyebrow.

“Erebor. What is your interest in this map?” The elf lord asked. Thorin was about to speak, but Gandalf interrupted him quickly.

“It’s mainly academic. As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text. You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?” The wizard said and Thorin looked at him surprised but nodded his head in thanks.

Elrond walked a little bit away, looking at the map. As the moonlight hit the map, Elrond realized something and turned to look at Elen first.

Cirth Ithil.

“That’s what I thought…” Elen answered just above a whisper.

“Moon runes. Of course. An easy thing to miss.” Gandalf said, looking at Bilbo and smiling.

“Well in this case, that is true; moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.” Elrond explained, making Thorin look at him with expectations.

“Can you read them?” The dwarf asked and Elrond smiled.

The elf lord led them all to an open area outside, on the side of a cliff, with waterfalls all around. The place was beautiful but Elen hesitated as the moon appeared behind some clouds. They walked toward a large crystalline table as Elen finally took a deep breath and stepped into the moonlight.

“These runes were written on a Midsummer’s Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago. It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield; the same moon shines upon us tonight.” Elrond said as they all looked up. The clouds covering the moon floated away, and rays of moonlight hit the crystalline table, causing light to flow through the map which has been laid on the table. Ancient runes became visible on the map, and Elrond translated them out loud.

“Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.”

“Durin’s Day?” Bilbo asked as Elen tried to stay behind but the moon looked so appealing that she stepped forward and her eyes focused on the beautiful satellite, blue runes slowly appeared on her body as the moonlight kissed her skin.

“It is the start of the dwarves’ new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.” Gandalf answered the hobbit.

“This is ill news. Summer is passing. Durin’s Day will soon be upon us.” Thorin said thoughtfully.

“We still have time.” Balin told Thorin.

“Time? For what?” Bilbo asked, still confused.

“To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.” Balin said, making Elen look at them.

“So, this is your purpose, to enter the Mountain.” Elrond suddenly piped in.

“What of it?” Thorin asked annoyed and defensive.

“There are some who would not deem it wise.” Elrond answered as Thorin took back the map gruffly.

“What do you mean?” Gandalf asked.

“You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle­earth.” As Elrond walked away, Gandalf turned slowly, thinking deeply. Elrond stopped before walking back inside and turned to look at Elen.

“Elentári, dear.” Elrond called, everyone turning to glance at the elleth. Thorin’s eyes widen once again that night as his eyes landed on Elen and the blue runes that were shining on her skin. Thorin had thought that she could not have been more beautiful in his eyes but as he watched the elleth stand in the moonlight with blue runes over her skin, Thorin knew that he would never love anyone more than Elentári. “You should have some rest Elen.” Elrond said before disappearing inside.

Elen glanced at the others with tired eyes, feeling suddenly extremely tired. Gandalf advanced toward her and laid his hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright, my friend?”

“Yes, do not worry Gandalf, I just need some sleep.” Elen answered in a weak voice and Thorin stepped forward suddenly.

“Let me take you back to your room. You need to rest after what you’ve been though today.” Thorin said, his voice gentle and filled with care. Elen looked up at him and nodded her head. Thorin offered her his arm once again and Elen took it, trying not to snuggle into his warmth. Elen smiled at Balin and Bilbo and wished them a good night.

“Thank you, my king.” Elen whispered for only Thorin to hear. The dwarf smiled and bowed his head as he led the elleth inside and through the night to reach her chambers. The fact of her calling him ‘her king’ made his heart flutter.

“How are you feeling?” Thorin asked as he felt Elen squeeze his arm, her hand on his bicep.

“Tired… But apart from that, alive.” She answered with a chuckle. Thorin smiled sadly at her and sighed as he looked at Elen.

“I am terribly sorry for the way I treated you, Elen. I truly am.” Thorin said. “I don’t know why I acted that way when you had done nothing wrong.”

“I can understand, Thorin… What Thranduil did is unforgivable. I can understand that risking the lives of his kin against a dragon was impossible for him but leaving your people alone and not accepting to help you when you were homeless…” Elen looked down. “This is unforgivable. It is normal that you cannot trust elves easily.”

Thorin looked at Elen, his eyes filled with adoration.

“You’re still willing to pardon me? Even after those mean words I threw at you?”

“Yes. I know what grief and loneliness can create.” Elen looked up at Thorin. “I simply hope that you will think better of me one day.” Thorin stopped, his eyes wide open.

“But I do! I did not mean a single word I said, Elen. I… It was out of anger.” The dwarf looked down.

“Nevertheless, you were right. No one can care about someone like me.” Elentári chuckled sadly but Thorin gently placed his forefinger under the elleth’s chin to make her look in his eyes.

“I know that this is not true because there is already one person who cares about you dearly.”

“Who?” Elen asked, her voice waving with sadness and her eyes glossy with tears.

“Me.” Thorin breathed out, his eyes and features softened with love.

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