An overdue list of my favourite pieces and fic writers! The following is a collection of Jungkook x reader fics. A big thank you to all the fic writers included for inspiring me and above all sharing such amazing stories!
This is me processing the last few minutes of that finale because it’s the only way I’m making it until October. Enjoy!!
Just in case…. Just in
case… Just in case…
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the destruction ripping
apart the island, the island that seemed to never stop taking from him, as her
voice echoed in his head. That innate protectiveness that drove him was screaming
at him to move, to save them— somehow
save them, no matter how irrational it seemed that there was a chance they were
still alive, but it was like all the oxygen had left his body when Chase pulled
that trigger. His body felt heavy, his feet glued to the spot as he clung to
his son. The one part of him he knew for certain he hadn’t lost and couldn’t
bear to let go of for even a second.
“Oliver…” William croaked, “Dad?”
The sound of his shaking voice unfroze him and he dropped to
his knees to look him in the eye. He couldn’t find the capacity to form words
yet, shock still numbing his brain as explosions continued to echo through the
air, so he just squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Like he had done so many
times with Felicity when words failed him.
He tried not to think about the words he should have said to
her before he let her walk away. Words he might have forever lost his chance to
William’s eyes drifted over his shoulder to the fire blazing
on the shore, “My mom… is she…”
“I don’t know.” He wouldn’t give him false hope, wouldn’t
placate him with, “she’s going to be
okay,” wouldn’t assure anything else that he couldn’t be certain of. He had
already made that mistake. Pain, the kind he never wanted his son to feel and would
give anything to spare him from, flickered in his eyes as his small hand
grasped his arm tightly.
Just in case…
The coms. He was afraid to try, afraid to be met with
silence. Closing his eyes, he tapped that spot over his heart.
This is an issue I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while, but with Gruvia week fast approaching, I thought now would be a good time to finally broach this subject. Mind you, this is hardly a new, or unaddressed issue. This has been brought up on Tumblr many a time, and in many a fandom. But I wanted to address it again, because it is so important.
*Also, because I know many people don’t like to read long blocks of text, I have included random pics of Gruvia with even more random comments to keep people entertained. Enjoy!*
Since my time in the Gruvia fandom, I have always made it a point to participate in Gruvia Week, and likewise, I have always regretted it.
Why? Because the amount of effort/time put into writing fics for Gruvia Week was never worth the amount of feedback/acknowledgement I received in return for my efforts. I don’t like begging for reviews. In fact, when I first entered the FT fandom, and started writing Gruvia fics, I would NEVER ask for reviews. I figured, if people wanted to review, they would. But over the past couple of years, I started asking for them. You know why? Because the amount of written feedback compared to the amount of notes/favs(if we’re talking about fan fiction DOT net) I received on fics was wildly imbalanced.
Was it just me, or was the anime filler unison raid more magically impressive than the official one?
And have I gotten more reviews since I started requesting them. Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Part of that is the FT fandom has shrunk, but another part of it is the *type* of stories I usually put out. I like writing one-shots. I find it more enjoyable to just get a completed story out there all at once. I don’t really have the patience or dedication anymore to keep up a multi-chapter fic. But multi-chapters DO often get more reviews. Why? Because those reading want to encourage the writer to continue the story. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. BUT, that’s how it should befor completed fics, too. And yet, it’s not.
Because I am giving my readers an already completed story, there is no incentive to review. Which from a writer’s perspective, is so discouraging. For a writer, putting out an ending to a story (and mind you, many of my one-shots are 6,000-10,000 words long, so definitely not SHORT) is when they need feedback the most. They want to know whether it was liked or not. That’s the most important time to review. But so many people don’t, because what’s in it for them? They already received everything you were giving out.
Do you see how horrible that is, though? Someone took the time (some fiction takes hours, days and even weeks and months) to write and share a whole story for free, and the least a reader can do, “the review,” is not worth most people’s time. But if that’s the case, then why should I, the writer, waste my time putting out a story in the first place? Liking or faving a story isn’t enough. We want to know what you liked (or even didn’t like) about it. That’s how we improve. We thrive on feedback.
I imagine they might say these kinds of things in bed together, too.
So, yes, as far as one-shots go, why should you leave a review? The story is complete. You don’t need to ask for another chapter to see how it ends. I’ll tell you why. Because while you received a story this time, there’s no guarantee there will be another one in the future. And I know I’m not the only writer or artist who feels like this.
And yes, writing should not be all about the reviews. You should absolute write for yourself above and beyond anything else. And I DO. However, the story is already in my head. I’m already enjoying it. I don’t really need to write it down. I do that more for others rather than myself. And yet the lack of appreciation for this kills my motivation to write anything else.
And all writers KNOW people are reading but not reviewing. The amount of traffic, favs or notes my stories receive in comparison to the amount of reviews are not even close to matching up. If you enjoyed a story enough to fav, follow, like or reblog, then please think about also leaving a comment. No one is asking you to match their story with a novel of your own in a review, but sometimes even a few short words are so appreciated by writers and artists.
If you don’t acknowledge your artists and writers, your fandom dries up. People leave or move on. People stop making gifs, writing, drawing, etc.. If your fandom dries up, then content for the things you love also dries up. Is that really ok? Not only that, but imagine writers and artists who are new to fandom, and new to art and writing in general. Imagine how hard it is for them? You could make the difference between someone giving up and never reaching their full potential, or your review inspiring them to improve to the point that they one day become a famous author or artist. Never think your review doesn’t matter. IT DOES.
Now, back to the topic of Gruvia Week itself. I think the lack of feedback during Gruvia Week especially is a combination of things. Firstly, there’s a lot of content (which is very good! That’s what everyone wants for Gruvia Week, but…). That also means a lot of competition. Things move faster in the tags than normal, things get pushed down, and the sensory overload kicks in, so fics and/or art that would usually receive tons of notes or more feedback on a normal day, just don’t receive as much appreciation during Gruvia Week.
Secondly, there’s the “one-shot” effect I already explained above. People know that no matter what, most users who are participating in Gruvia Week are likely going to post all the content they already prepared. So, you’re going to get “the product” regardless of what you as a reader or spectator do. So, there’s no incentive to encourage the artist or writer, as you will receive that content regardless.
Did Juvia give Gray that butterfly t-shirt? And what did Gray want to tell Juvia before he got made into swiss cheese by the dragon spawns? The mysteries of the GMG forever unsolved.
Now, I’m not saying Gruvia Week is bad for all artists or writers. I actually think for artists and writers just starting out, it’s a GREAT thing. Being reblogged by the Gruvia Week tumblr, which surely has a massive following, helps your art/writing reach more people than it usually would.
So, I’m not trying to discourage people to participate at all. On the contrary, I’m trying to ENCOURAGE people who read fics or like seeing art/graphics/etc, to ALSO participate. If you can’t draw, or can’t write, but you enjoy it when other people do, LET THEM KNOW. No one wants a dead pairing week, and not providing feedback is the fastest way to kill future ship weeks.
The reason I kept participating every year, for the last three years, was because I hoped things would be better this time. They never were. If anything, if got worse year after year. I’m not saying everything I write is a masterpiece, and I should be showered with a constant stream of praise. But as I explained at the start, the amount of notes and favs do not add up with the amount of actual reviews/feedback received.
This is the most manga time conscious Gray and Juvia have had together in the last six months *cries*
I know some people can be shy. I know some people just like to lurk. But please think of the person creating the content that you just enjoyed. Yes, they drew art this week, or wrote a fic this year, so you already received your reward. But what is the artist’s reward? What are they getting out of it, and what is their incentive to write another story, draw more art, make another graphic, or video? You are not giving them a reason to. And that is exactly why so many people quit drawing, writing, or contributing to fandom all together. So, please don’t let that happen. Please make this Gruvia Week different.
Gray: We are so attractive.
Juvia: We really are, Gray-sama. I hope people read this whole thing and didn’t just look at our gorgeous faces.
Gray: I can’t blame them if they did just that. We are fabulous.
request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon
a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x
Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.
Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”
A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”
“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.
You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.
But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.
Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.
Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.
“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”
You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.
“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.
He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.
Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.
Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.
“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.
“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”
You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.
“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.
“No, no, ladies first.”
You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”
“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.
“No, really, you go first.”
“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”
“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”
“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”
“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.
Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.
He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”
Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”
“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”
You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.
He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.
“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”
“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.
You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.
“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.
“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.
You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.
Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.
Warnings: None I think?
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You find it difficult to trust Adam as he becomes part of the family
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 989
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: This took FOREVER but I’m glad I got something out! Enjoy!
Finding out that your dad had another kid was hard enough, but actually meeting the guy was harder. His name was Adam. He had contacted you and your brothers by calling your dad’s old phone. After finding out he was telling the truth- that he was indeed John’s son- Sam was more willing to accept him into the family. You and Dean were a little more weary.
You and your, now three, brothers got a motel.
“They don’t have any rooms with at least three beds so we get two separate rooms,” Dean informed everyone as he approached the Impala.
“So, who bunks up with who?” you asked, crossing your arms over you chest as your eyes darted to Adam.
“Y/N, why don’t you and Adam take a room?” Sam suggested.
You were about to protest until Adam spoke up, “I’m cool with that.” You hesitantly decided not to argue and grabbed your stuff with a groan, heading into the motel room.
“Which bed do you want?” you directed at Adam as you dropped your bag by the door.
He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”
Rolling your eyes and with a sigh, you set your bag onto the bed closest to the door. “Fine. I get this one.” You figured if he tried to leave in the middle of the night he’d have to walk pass you.
Adam softly nodded and went to his bed. You laid down on yours and got out your phone to text Sam.
You: Thanks for that…
Sam: You need to get to know him.
You: So you decided the best way to do that was to make us share a room?
Sam: I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t hate the guy if you don’t know him.
You: Why were you so fast at liking him anyway?
Sam: I guess my instinct isn’t to hate people when I first meet them.
You: I’m just being cautious.
Sam: I know, I’m sorry. Just try to talk to him, please?
You set your phone down and looked to your right. You easily found Adam, passed out on the bed. You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep with a stranger in the bed next to you.
You turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels until you heard your phone buzz. Picking it up, Dean’s name glowed back at you.
Dean: Did you kill him yet?
You: No. You: I’m gonna kill Sam though.
Dean: Yeah. I gave him a mouthful when we got into our motel room.
You: I’m not gonna be able to sleep with him here.
Dean: I know.
As soon as you read the text there was a faint knock on the door. You got up, grabbing your gun just in case and stepped over to the door.
The gun that you pressed to the back of the door went to the dresser. You sighed when you saw Dean standing there with pie.
“Want some pie?” Dean smiled. You grabbed your jacket and followed Dean over to the Impala.
You hopped onto the hood of Baby. Dean handed you a piece of pie with a fork and you began eating. Dean laid back on the hood and stared at the stars.
“Do I have to share a room with him?” you asked, hoping the answer would be no, but expecting the opposite.
“I don’t like it either but… Sam does have a point. We need to get to know him,” Dean shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.
“I don’t trust him,” you replied and looked over to Dean, seeing him staring at you.
“I know. You don’t have to trust him right away. After all, trust is something you earn, but you have to give him a chance to do that. And then, if you still don’t trust him, you can go stabbing him with a knife,” Dean chuckled. You smiled and nodded in response.
Dean did make a really good point. You don’t have to trust the guy right away. If Adam wants to get to know you and be a real brother, he’ll work to earn your trust.
After talking for a few hours and staring into the sky, you and Dean called it a night. You walked into your motel room and saw Adam still in his bed. To be honest, you thought he would’ve left while you were outside.
The alarm blared in your ears, jolting you awake. Yawning, you rolled over and Adam was gone. You jumped up and raced to the bathroom to find it empty. You were halfway to the motel door when it swung open to reveal Adam carrying a few bags.
“Y'okay?” Adam asked once he saw your frazzled self.
“Where’d you go?” You stepped closer to him.
“To get some food. I got donuts, waffles, pancakes, and a salad… I don’t know what any of you eat…” Adam said, setting the bags onto the table.
You relaxed. “Oh…” You walked over to the bags. “Thanks.”
You grabbed some waffles and sat down at the table. You heard a knock at the door. Behind it was Sam and Dean.
“I smell food,” Dean hummed as he bolted towards the food.
It’s been a few weeks since Adam joined the family. It took a little while, but now you’re comfortable with saying he’s your brother. He’s even become a little protective of you.
“And then I jumped out and chopped the vamps head off!” Dean told the story to Adam.
“You seemed to be confused. I remember me jumping out and saving you two,” you joined the conversation.
“Details,” Dean waved you off and continued to tell the story.
Adam leaned over to you and whispered, “He doesn’t actually think I believe that story, right?”
“Just let him have this,” you replied with a chuckle and Adam nodded with a smile.
Requested by Anonymous “Hi! I love your blog!! Could you write a sister imagine where the Sister meets Adam with the brothers and she’s a little suspicious of him at first but then they become close?”
I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!
Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3,633
A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.
“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.
“What is it this time?”
“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”
Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.
“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.
“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”
“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.
Word Count: 4196 (I’m not even sorry, this is a massive scene and it was so hard to write)
Summary: Unexpected guests arrive at the airport, blocking your teams ability to escape, you have no choice but to fight
Authors Note: HOLY CRAP! I have never before tackled anything this difficult. I got to level with you guys, this was one of the hardest scenes I have ever written and it took forever and has been edited and rewritten more often than I care to admit. But, in the end I am enormously proud of what this is, I really really hope you guys enjoy it too. I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions! Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!
“Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport.” You can hear Tony over Caps open com line, projecting into your team’s ears as you all move into position. Clint and Wanda head up to the higher level, while you keep watch with Bucky and Sam through the glass terminal, waiting for your Captain’s signal.
“Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in.” Tony continues as your eyes fly to Sam, both of you tensing as you listen in. Bucky’s hand twitches slightly in yours as your head turns to him, smiling at his nervous expression, trying to ease his anxiety as your hand sends a small pulse back to him.
“Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.” Tony’s voice rises, as Bucky bites his lip. You look at him, your other hand rising up to force his gaze back to you. “It wasn’t you.” You whisper quietly, “You know that.” He nods as your hand falls from his face. He raises your intertwined knuckles to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your fingers.
“Steve,” You hear Natasha’s voice enter the scene, “You know what’s about to happen… Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?” You look to Sam, both of you feeling the full weight of Natasha’s question. Almost simultaneously, you both roll your shoulders back, steeling your resolve to stand and fight, knowing for certain the justice of your cause.
Sam focuses on his goggles as he presses his finger to the pad on his arm, following red wing as the small robot scans for Stark’s quinjet, trying to find an alternative way out of here. “Alright, I’ve run out of patience” Stark speaks nonchalantly, raising his hands to his mouth.
“Underoos.” Tony shouts, and Sam panics, thinking it to be an attack on Steve. He tenses, his eyes breaking from the screen of his glider, focusing back on the scene outside. “What the hell? What the fuck is that?” Your head snaps away from Bucky, quickly focusing on the conversation outside.
Suggested: Can you write some fluff of you having a study date in the park where you had art homework and you draw each other? with Winwin, Taeyong or Johnny?
HI, Could you do dating scenario with Taeyong, not smut! Just a cutie dating one. Sorry for my bad English though.
A/N: Hai friends. Here is the long awaited fluff. I really didn’t mean to turn this into a series but…here we are. I changed it around a bit but definitely put your suggestions to good use (I hope!) I know this took me forever to write lol. Sorry guys! hope you like it though <3 -Admin Ivy
“can I request a Gryffindor!reader x Edward Remus (Teddy) Lupin? Reader is a family friend of the Potter’s and ends up at their house over the summer holiday. Reader is really anxious and keeps to themself a lot and calls Teddy ‘Edward’ usually. He’s one of the only ones who can get through to the reader emotionally. You pick where it goes from there.” ~Anon
Oh. My. Goodness. Let me just say that this imagine request is so cute! I’m sorry that it took me forever to write this. I’ve just started back to school, and I already have a ton of assignments to do. I finally found some extra time, and I have enjoyed it so much (just because writing requests is one of my favorite things to do). I hope you like it!😊😘
Y/n took a deep breath. There she was, standing at the front door of the Potters’ residence. She felt a bit nervous, though she’d been here many times before. She didn’t really like being surrounded by a lot of people. All she wanted to do was hang out with her best friend, Teddy. Finally, she knocked.
Y/n opened her eyes to see a little redheaded girl standing in front of her. Before the both of them could speak, a voice interrupted the silence from inside.
“Lily, what have I told you about answering the door?”
“But, Mummy!” She smiled sweetly. “It’s y/n!”
The woman turned to her. “Oh! Y/n! It’s so nice to see you!” she said, giving her a hug. “Come in, come in!”
Y/n walked inside and looked around the living room with interest. The room hadn’t changed, but it always felt different each time she visited. Sh couldn’t understand why, though. It was a mystery.
“Just set your bags down by the sofa.” Ginny directed. “I’ll take them up after dinner.”
Footstep were heard running around upstairs.
“Did mum say dinner?” James asked Albus, who seemed just as ecstatic.
The two boys ran down the stairs and straight into the kitchen.
Teddy wasn’t too far behind. He chuckled at their excitement and rolled his eyes as he walked over to y/n.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you!”
“It’s great to see you as well, Edward.”
At dinner, Harry and Ginny told everyone about Fred and George’s pranks on Umbridge and how McGonagall didn’t seem to care.
“So, y/n.” Harry began, “What’s one thing your going to miss after this year at Hogwarts?”
She froze in her place. She hadn’t really thought about this being her last year. “Ummm…” fidgeting with her fingers, Teddy answered in her place. “Definitely not the moving staircases.”
Harry and Ginny laughed at his response. However, James looked horrified.
“The stairs move?”
Teddy smirked. “You get used to them after a while.”
Dinner seemed to go on forever. Y/n kept to herself mostly, besides the few times when she would get asked to pass the salt or the usual questions about her past school years. She let out a silent sigh of relief when dinner had finally ended. Ginny took her bags up to the guest room, and at last, she was alone, until someone knocked on her door.
She got up from her spot and opened the door to see Teddy with a huge grin on his face. “May I come in?”
She nodded with a small smile, shutting the door behind them. Sitting back down, she waited for him to talk.
“You seemed really quiet at dinner.” he stated, sitting down beside her. “Is everything alright.”
Y/n nodded. “I’m fine.”
Again, she nodded.
The room was silent. The both of them sat there, staring at the floor. James, Albus, and Lily were heard in the hallway, running back and forth with echoing laughter.
Teddy chuckled. “They’re so loud.”
Y/n remained silent.
“Are sure you’re okay?”
Y/n sighed. “I’m just nervous is all.” “Why are you nervous, y/n?”
Shrugging, she spoke again. “I just hadn’t thought about this being my last year at Hogwarts.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And, I just… you know…
Teddy took over their conversation. “It is unnerving, yeah. I don’t know the least about living on my own, providing an income, or even finding a job for that matter. Now you’ve got me thinking about it!”
She giggled lightly.
“So…” He brushed his fingers through his hair. “What will you miss most about Hogwarts?”
Y/n knew exactly what she’d miss most. She just didn’t want to say it. Her stomach tightened more and more as each millisecond passed, causing her to fidget with her fingers like she had done at dinner.
Placing his hand on top of hers, he gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “You can tell me.”
She took a deep breath. “You.”
Biting her bottom lip nervously, she continued. “Yeah. Like, hanging out with you by the lake and in the library, partnering up in classes for projects, and just… you.”
To y/n’s surprise, his smile only got bigger.
“Don’t you think, for one second, that we’re never going to see each other again after this year, because you know that I’ll be over all the time to eat chocolate and talk about why Hufflepuff is better than Gryffindor.”
Knowing that last part was a joke, she giggled slightly.
“Besides…” he continued. “We still have a whole school year full of adventure waiting for us.”
The door burst open and the three Potter kids ran in.
“Teddy!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing his hand and trying to drag him from his spot. “Come play with us!”
James rolled his eyes annoyance. “Please…”
Albus walked over to y/n. “I want y/n on my team.”
Teddy laughed at the chaos going on in front of him. “What if I want y/n on my team?”
James eyed the two of them carefully, knowing that something was going on.
Y/n smiled sweetly at Teddy. “Albus already called me, Edward. I’m sorry.”
Lily raised her arms from her sides. “Who’s Edward?”
“I am.” Teddy stated. “‘Teddy’ is just a nickname.”
James slowly left the room, trying to hide his laughter, but failing.
“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?” Lily shouted. “IT’S HIS NAME!”
James came back in. “Not telling.”
Lily’s shouting continued. “YOU HAVE TO TELL, JAMES!”
While the three children argued about James’ secret, Teddy placed his hand back on top of y/n’s. She bit her lip with a small grin as she turned her face toward the wall next to her.
James took notice, and soon enough, told his secret in a sing-song tone.
“Teddy has a girlfriend.”
Lily looked offended. “HIS NAME IS EDWARD!”
He laughed. “OKAY!” He took a deep breath and went back to his chanting. “Edward has a girlfriend. Edward has a girlfriend!”It didn’t take long for the other two to chime in.
Teddy’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Guys…”
Albus looked at y/n with a cheesy smile. “He talks about you all the time.”
Y/n giggled. “Is that true?”
Lily nodded over dramatically. “All. The. Time.”
Y/n continued to giggle as she stared at the floor nervously.
“This isn’t how I intended to ask you out, but…” He paused. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”
She looked up from the floor and into his currently blue eyes. “I would like that very much.”
Without hesitation, he kissed her cheek.
Lily gasped from the cuteness. “Aww!”
James simply giggled and started chanting again. “Edward has a girlfriend! Edward has a girlfriend!”
Albus and Lily soon chimed in, and the three of them quickly made their way into the hall so the whole house could hear the news.
“EDWARD HAS A GIRLFRIEND! EDWARD HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”
Teddy and y/n laughed with embarrassment and happiness.
Maybe y/n’s last year at Hogwarts wouldn’t be as sad as she thought it would be.
(Yes I love this song. I hope you don’t mind that I added a little past to the character, it seemed kind of fitting. Enjoy!) (Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of past abuse, hint of angst at the beginning.)
It had been a couple years since he had left you. Not only did he leave you lonely, but he left you scarred and fearful of receiving the same manipulation he had put you through from everyone else. It took forever for you to escape the shell he had abandoned you in, and it needed some major prodding from your close friend Daniel.
“(Y/N) I know he hurt you, and god I still want to kill him for what he did to you, but do you know how much it’s hurting me to see you like this? I need the old (Y/N) back… come on.” For a long amount of time you were afraid of affection from men. Even fondness from Dan frightened you beyond no end, and he has been your friend since grade two.
Your ex had ruined you. You still remember the countless times he had laid his hands on your body abusively. Even though you had gotten past your initial fear of Daniel after your ex, you still flinched every time he came close to you.
It was that day, four years after the break up, that you finally decided to come out of your shell. You couldn’t find yourself letting your built up walls around your heart down, so you still denied any displays of endearment towards you, but it was a lot less fearful now. The apartment you shared with Dan and his friend Phil was a lot more light and playful when you became determined to get out of the seemingly permanent funk you were in.
Daniel had been different lately; and it wasn’t hard for you to pick up on it. He would make slightly suggestive moves on you now and again and you were okay with it mostly, knowing that he would never go too far with his advances. That was until one night he had been a little tipsy when he returned home, triggering some part of his brain that caused him to make moves on you that raised red flags in your head. You were extremely uncomfortable as he slurred his words out, the smell of alcohol rolling off of his tongue.
Despite Phil being asleep in the next room, when Dan tried to put you on his lap you squealed out and glared at Dan, tears beginning to rush down your face. You ended up locking yourself in your room, your drunk friend falling asleep outside your door after pounding on it, begging you to forgive him. You could never forget that night. That morning you stared emptily at the ceiling, almost as if it were a void. Your heart was aching after the events of last night, but you knew you needed to talk to him.
“I… I can’t do that Dan. I love you so much, but I don’t think I could ever do that again after what he did to me.” You had explained that morning, your feelings pouring out like water from a flood gate. Dan’s hair was standing on end as you spoke. He was devastated by what he did to you last night, and the fact that you were now in his room crying as you explained how you felt definitely didn’t help at all.
But in the end he swore that he would only love and cherish you, and not do anything you didn’t want him to. And thus arose a blooming relationship between the two of you.
~two years later~
You were ready. It had taken you years to get over the fear, but you loved Daniel and you were ready to give him every bit of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the bed. Daniel was on his way home, that you knew, so you were sitting on the bed staring down at the carpeted floor in only a revealing dress. You knew he’s wanted this for a while, and you hoped he would be pleased with what he saw.
When the door to your bedroom opened your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you looked up at Dan, standing silently in the door frame. His eyes scanned you up and down and it wasn’t hard for you to become shy under his gaze. Your eyes moved to stare down at the ground once again before your face was lifted by fingers under your chin. His appendages were soft against your skin, your flesh seeming to tingle where he touched.
I am not afraid anymore.
You reached your hands out to touch the bottom hem of his shirt, staring longingly into his eyes. You slowly began lifting his shirt, his eyes boring into your own while your fingers ghosted along his flat stomach. A small smirk adorned his features causing your heart to flutter.
Standing in the eye of the storm
I’m ready to face this
He rid himself completely of his top pushing your body back softly against the bed, leaning over you. Your mind was reeling and you felt like your body was on fire as you stared up at the man you have loved for as long as you can remember. He leaned his head down to capture your lips in a warm, passionate kiss.
Dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
Your arms timidly reached up to wrap around his neck as you kissed, your lips moving perfectly in sync.
I am not afraid anymore
You pushed his body against your own with your arms, one of your hands tangling in his soft brown locks. A magnetic pull brought you two even closer, heat accumulating between the two of you.
I want what you got in store.
His lips left yours, leaving you close to breathless while he kissed your jaw. His lips trailed sloppy kisses along your neck, eliciting a soft moan from within your chest when he found your sweet spot. You gasped softly as he began sucking and nibbling on that spot, surprised at how much pleasure he was already bringing you.
I’m ready to feed now, get in your seat now…
His hands found your thighs when his lips left the crook of your neck. His fingers fumbled with the bottom hem of your dress, before slipping underneath the thin cloth to trail his fingers softly along your inner thighs, lifting your dress up to your waist. You shivered in delight from his touch, staring up at him in disappointment when his hands left your thighs after wrapping them around his waist. He stared up at you innocently when your hands reached up to touch his chest. You gasped in surprise when he grinded against you, groaning at the feeling of the long awaited friction.
And touch me like you never.
And push me like you never.
And touch me like you never.
Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore.
You kissed his lips softly before flipping him over, crawling off of him and standing up beside the bed. He stared at you, his eyes darkened with lust as he watched you play with the straps of your dress. You took a deep breath as you pulled the straps off all the way.
I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You locked eyes with him again, a soft smile dominating your features. You bravely winked at him, swaying your body slowly as you worked off your dress.
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor.
You released the cloth from your fingers, staring at him as he watched the flimsy thing fall to the ground. His hands instantly reached out for your waist, pulling you on top of him, kissing the tops of your breasts while looking up at you between his lashes. One of his hands gripped at one of your ass cheeks while the other reached up to caress your neck. He pulled your head closer to his, moving slightly to whisper in your ear.
“You look so beautiful, I can’t believe I finally get to claim you as mine.” His voice was soft, the feeling of his hot breath against your ear made you shiver.
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin.
A passionate kiss ensued, your lips locking sweetly with his. He flipped you over, once again hovering over you as one of his hands reached to cup your perfectly sized breasts. He kneaded softly, his mouth moving to suck gently at the other one. You arched your back slightly, astonished at the feeling.
“Please Dan. I need you.” A large grin overtook his features at your words, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Begging you to take me. Devil underneath your grin.
He stood up and took off his pants and boxers simultaneously. Your eyes traveled down his chest to stare at his large member. Your mouth watered, your heart pounded, your heat wettened, you were so ready.
Sweet thing, but you play to win. Heaven gonna hate me.
You grabbed his wrist to pull him towards you, an appealing smile appearing on his face as you pulled him on top of you. Your arms and legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they both wrapped around him. His member was pressed lightly against your folds causing butterflies to erupt crazily wtihin your stomach.
“Are you ready?” You nodded eagerly at his question, arching your back as he pushed in.
And touch me like you never.
His lips pressed hotly against your neck as he stilled himself so you could grow accustomed to his size.
Push me like you never.
His hands removed your arms from his neck to hold them above your head as he began pumping himself, his lips still moving slowly against your neck.
And touch me like you never.
You moaned loudly asking him to lift his head so you could look deeply into his eyes as he made love to you. You smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.
Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore… no, no, no.
The weather was unseasonably warm for early March.
The intoxicating smell of spring was in the air and everyone on campus was in a weirdly good mood despite being in the midst of midterm season.
Ignoring Alexander’s warning that it was going to get cold again, John had dug down to the bottom of his drawer for the three pairs of shorts he’d packed from home, and was now rotating through them day by day. Every morning on their walk to breakfast, his entire body would be shivering so hard that his teeth would chatter, but he still refused to admit that he was cold. By midday, however, the sun beaming down and warming the air was enough to convince Alexander, Lafayette, and Hercules that John may have been onto something.
Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.
Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x
The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.
“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone.
Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.
When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?
With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.
Four months later
Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.
I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
You’d think, after four years of being together after being together for two in college, that Beca and Chloe would’ve tied the knot by now. Nope. They haven’t. The idiots weren’t even engaged yet.
Everyone had always assumed Beca would’ve been the one to pop the question first, and Beca assumed Chloe was the one who was gonna pop the question first. So really, the last six years have just been a mess of confusion. But, regardless, they had each other and that’s all they really cared about.
Aubrey and Jesse’s wedding had rolled around and it gave everyone an excuse to get back together for a weekend. There would be an unhealthy amount of booze, what Beca had hoped a jacuzzi tub in their hotel room, and copious amounts of talking shit about how high strung Aubrey was until she started banging Jesse. Ahh family bonding.
“Heyy, was wondering if you could write me a Simon imagine
where you tell him you’re pregnant?? Xx”
Warnings: Fluff and a
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first sdmn related imagine so plz don’t be too harsh. Sorry if it seems too long. I revised and removed as much as needed. Feedback is always wanted and I thank you for taking time out to read it.
complete understatement to describe this day; better known as your twenty-sixth
birthday. You made Simon promise not to go over the top for you and he listened
for the most part but in the end, Simon still bought you whatever he could get
his hands on. So, you didn’t mind when he happily pulled out his vlogging
camera and recorded when you were doubled over in laughter after he told you a
terrible joke or smiling until your cheeks began to hurt as you overlooked the
gorgeous city on the London Eye. Your heart soared and your stomach fluttered
every time Simon gazed at you with those glimmering blue eyes of his.
The months leading up to this day have been hectic for you
and you were sure it has been for Simon as well. All within seven months, you
were engaged to Simon and were moving from the US to England to be with him.
You of course visited London several times before, considering you and Simon
had been together for four years so you’re not completely nervous about the
move but it’s still a big step. Thankfully, you have someone as amazing as
Simon to help you with the big move.
There was no day that you didn’t thank God for having him
and the little one growing in your stomach in your life. Being only nine weeks
along and already anxious as hell to spill the beans to Simon, you decided not to
and bite your tongue until later.
Hours later, you were at your soon to be home with Simon and
the rest of the gang, aka the sidemen, the girlfriends, both Cals and Sarah.
You wanted a small party to celebrate amongst the people whom you most cared
about. Simon continued to not so secretly record videos of you here and there
of you as you laughed at one of JJ’s inappropriate jokes or when you blew out
the candles on your cake after you made a wish. Before you could beg Simon to
put the camera down, he lifted you in the air as he pressed a tender kiss to
Just like the first day you and Simon met, he made your
heart stop and took your breath away as he always did. Your lips melded
perfectly with his as they moved together to the pulsing beat of your heart. It
beat so loud, you thought it’d jump out of your chest from every movement of
his lips but it only seems to fill with your ever-growing love for a dorky and
amazing fiancé. You hadn’t realized the whistles and coo’s until you heard
Freezy tell you and Simon to stop before you both made a baby in front of
Giggling like the love-sick puppy you were, you unlocked
your lips from his as you blushed profusely. “Oh shut up CalFridge.” You teased
back, smiling happily.
“I will forever, hate that Cards Against Humanity video. Everyone called me that on Twitter
for a week.” Cal groaned as he took a sip of his drink.
“It’s just bants innit?” With a teasing smile, Simon piped
“Yeah, I’ll show you bants.” Cal said before he jokingly
tackled Simon to the ground of which you just face palmed and shook your head.
“Don’t kill each other please? It’d really ruin my day and
I’d hate to have to find another fiancé because mine is physically unable to
please me.” You chuckled as you looked down at the tumbling mess of lanky arms
on the ground.
“But isn’t he already like that?” Cal joked, earning laughs
around the room as he sat on Simon while he held Simon’s arms behind his back.
“Fuck you Cal.” Simon yelled from underneath him.
Shaking your head, you said, “Just make sure his all of his
limbs still work because I want to take a photo of us when I come back and I’d
hate to have to kill you.”
Your lips curve into a smile when you hear a quick shout
from Cal as you walk out of the room. “You got it Mrs. Minter.”
You hurry up the stairs to you and Simon’s room and into
your suitcase. The butterflies in your stomach can’t help but to flutter
around, making you more nervous and nauseous than you want to be considering
the morning sickness you’ve had recently. You grabbed the covered sign and
hurried back downstairs.
As you walk into the room, you hold the sign behind your
back and rush over to the sofa where Simon left his vlogging camera and grab
it. With shaky legs and a racing heart, you stand in the middle of the living
room and call everyone to attention.
“Hey guys, I have a surprise for you all, mostly Simon but
you guys will enjoy it too and when you see it, don’t say anything until Simon
sees. Okay?” You plead with a partial shaky voice. Everyone shrugs their
shoulders and agrees as they look at me quizzically.
You walk over to Freya and give her the vlogging camera and
whisper, “Can you pretend you’re taking a picture but actually have it on
She agrees without a single second passed and turns it on. You
were thankful that she never questioned your motives and instead agreed even
though she had no clue what was going on. Just as no one else did. Scurrying
back over to the center of the room with the sign still gripped tightly in your
hand. By now, Cal has finally stopped using Simon as a chair and he is now
standing beside me. A wide smile stretches across your lips as you turn to
Simon and ask him to hold the sign for you. He of course questions why until
you reply to him telling him to just hold it and look at the camera.
“On three…” Freya calls us to attention and we turn to
face her. You securely grip the thick translucent paper covering the words you
drew on the sign; ready to rip it off. “Three …Two … One …” As you
hear the last the number, you rip off the covering and finally feel yourself
You watch everyone’s eyes light up and widen to the size of
saucers. Several gasps and hands covering the smiles on everyone’s faces fill
the room. You can’t help but to chuckle a little before turning to a confused
Simon standing beside you.
“What? What’s everyone looking at?” Eyebrows raised in a puzzled
manner, Simon looks from everyone to me.
“Look at the sign.” You tell him as his eyebrows scrunch
together even more confused than before but does as you you’ve told.
The sign read: “You’re
not just my daddy anymore”written
in blue and pink bold letters with your ultrasound under the words and your
September 9th due date at the bottom.
You gaze at him as you watch a series of expressions change
on his face. Confused to baffled to opened mouthed shock. In a flash, Simon
turned to face you, mouth still wide in disbelief. “No fucking way! Are you
really?” He says in a low deep voice, frozen in place.
Smiling brightly, you nodded your head, confirming your
little bundle of joy. Simon quickly hands the sign over to Josh, smiling
brightly before sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. Your laughter
becomes lost in the sea of cheers and shouts of congratulations from your
friends. You wrap your arms around his neck and his snug around your waist as
he holds you close.
Time feels like it has begun to move again when he slowly
lowers you to the ground and stares down at you. The dimpled smile you’ve
always loved seemed to grow, causing yours to do the same as you gaze up at
“I love you and my little one so much; even though I only
found out less than five minutes ago.” Filled with as much love and happiness
as you had, he pressed his hand against your tiny bump while his eyes never
“We love you too Si. Forever and always.” You tell him,
smiling probably the happiest you’ve ever been. A warm feeling wafts over you
when Simon’s tender pink lips touch yours and you know indefinitely, you had
the be the luckiest person on earth.
“A/N This is my first one-shot so bare with me. I hope you like it, please let me know what you think and if you want more, my requests are open!”
Genre: One-shot, fluff
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
It was the big day. The day you had anticipated for so long, lost sleep over and dreamed of since you could remember. You opened your eyes, heavy with sleep and turned to see the empty space where Yoongi should be. He was staying with the other members after his bachelor party. You told him not to get too wasted because a hangover on your wedding wouldn’t be fun.
This day was going to be very long, so busy and stressful, it was the kind of day you would need your rock to keep you grounded. Needless to say, you had no idea how he’d be handling things on his end as you wouldn’t get to see him until you walked up the isle. You sighed and began to prepare for your friends coming over to help you get ready.
You were sitting in your dressing room falling asleep as you were decorated like your wedding cake so you were really bridal material. Your brides maids were busy sorting everything out for you alongside Jin on the outside and keeping the best men company. Everyone knew your maid of honour had a thing for Namjoon and a wedding is the perfect place for a new couple to begin.
Startled awake you hadn’t realised your makeup was done and you were faced by three suited men looking down at you, concerned. “Did I miss something? Is Yoongi okay?”
“He’s fine, we just came to check on you for him. Are you okay?” Jimin sat beside you with a hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze. Being engaged to their best friend, you had grown close to all of the members. You’d all been through a lot. You’d been on tour with them a couple of times and at one point you lived with them. They knew you as well as you knew them and you were glad they were with you.
“I’m fine really, I’m just tired and I want to see him already. Is it really bad luck if I saw him before the ceremony?” You couldn’t hide how much you wanted to see him. You knew it was unconventional for him to see you and it’s bad luck but neither you, nor your husband-to-be believed in that stuff anyway.
“Ah, you know it’s bad luck for him to see you, just be patient. No doubt about it, you’ll take his breath away and you’ll be seeing him for the rest of your life anyway, a couple of hours apart shouldn’t hurt in the grand scheme of things.” The maknae spoke up trying to reassure you that you’d be fine and to just wait it out, the worst would be over soon.
“How was the bachelor party anyway?” You chirped, genuinely curious. You knew the boys well enough that you could grill them for details to pass time. Jungkook cleared his throat and gave his hyungs a side glance. “Guys, what happened?”
Jimin and Hoseok burst into a fit of giggles as they recalled whatever it was that was making the youngest so embarrassed. “Jungkookie,” Jimin said breathlessly between giggles, “got completely wasted with Suga hyung and-” Jungkook jabbed him to be quiet so Hoseok seized the oppertunity.
“Jungkook threw up his lamb skewers on a girl he was interested in.” The three of you doubled over in violent laughter as Jungkook sunk to the floor, covering his face, clearly scarred by the memory. “You should have been there. How was your hen party?” Pleased by the change in focus, Jungkook got up and they all looked at you expectantly.
“Guys, you don’t wanna know.” Flashbacks bombarded your memory and you quickly swatted them away. That night should forever be buried. They headed out soon after and the members came in and out to talk to you over time until you heard a voice behind you.
“Jagi? Are you in here?” You turned around to see Yoongi standing at the door, his eyes finally landing on you. “You look amazing,” his eyes trailed over every part of your body as you did the same on him. He looked amazing. His black tux fitted him perfectly as he stood before you. You clearly noted the Gucci watch he wore that was a gift from none other than Tae. “How are you doing? It’s nearly time, I managed to ditch the others before they could stop me seeing you.”
“I’m fine, I missed you though. How are you feeling? Nervous?” You sighed hoping he wasn’t gonna freak out and leave. You knew he wouldn’t but a ball of anxiety rose in you as you observed him.
“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. My schedule finally freed up and we can finally do this. But I know that’s not what you’re asking. I obviously want to marry you. Do you doubt me? Are you sure about this?” He tilted his head and observed you. He gave you the chills when he gave you an intense look like that and he knew it. As much as you had him rapped around your finger, he had you completely around his.
“Of course I don’t doubt you, I’m just a bit nervous. It’s my queue to go out soon so you better get back before anyone sees you.” He lent down and gave you a soft kiss and before you could get carried away, you heard Namjoon calling his name. He planted a kiss on your forehead and was gone.
In no time, you had left your dressing room and were about to be walked up the isle. Your eyes met with the man you were about to marry as he took you in your dress, full view for the first time. He winked at you and you responded with a smirk as you began walking up the isle.
The vows were beautiful and you managed to make each other tear up and laugh at the same time. You could see a couple of your brides maids tear up, as well as Hoseok and Namjoon although he was more discreet about it. You noticed him eyeing your bride of honour after quickly flicking off the odd tear that fell.
The wedding reception was lovely, lots of food and presents and meeting people you hadn’t seen in a while. When you threw the bouquet, your bride of honour caught it and you gave her an excited smile as she squealed and awkwardly avoided Namjoon’s gaze.
It was getting late and you had been whisked onto the dance floor by Hoseok. “I’m really happy for the two of you, I’m glad you’re in our lives, make sure you look after hyung, you know how he is. Acting all tough and nonchalant around everyone but deep down, he’s soft.” You sighed and smiled at your dance partner as he guided you across the dance floor.
“You’re gonna miss him aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of-” You were cut off before you could finish your sentence and felt a familiar arm around your waist. Hobi smiled at you and went to find the others and your, now husband, took his spot.
“What were you two talking about?” He quirked an eyebrow. Yoongi and Hoseok were notoriously close and aside from you, he knew your husband the most. He had every right to be worried but you knew he trusted you, as you trust all of them too.
“Oh, just that he’s glad you’re finally out of his hair and now I have to figure out how to deal with you 24/7.” Smirking at him, he chuckled at your banter, knowing full well what really happened and you nuzzled your head into his neck.
“Well, wife, I’ll have you know I’m very self-sufficient and don’t need you to look after me.” He huffed sarcastically, sending the butterflies in your stomach a bit wild at the mention of him calling you ‘wife’.
“Well, husband, I hope you enjoy your independent life then, if you don’t need me,” pausing to nibble on his jawline, “if you don’t need me for anything. Maybe I’ll spend the night alone, or you can go back to the dorm.” You teased him, knowing full well you had his attention.
“When does this damn wedding end, we need to head to the hotel.” He let out a gruff laugh and you continued to tease each other on the dance floor for what felt like ages. The memory ingrained in your minds for the years to come.
summary: it’s a pirate’s life for Washington and the crew, who run one of the most highly-feared pirate ships on the ocean. Struck by a recent tragedy and a new recruit they navigate the seas in an attempt to continue what they do best: pirating. When they are faced with the impossible task of choosing between loyalty to the crew and finding again what they once lost, will they make the right choice?
a/n: hey, everyone! I had this wild idea for a PIRATE/MERMAID AU so here I am because, of course, I have nothing better to do than start another series, right (yikes)?? Anyways, I am pretty happy with how chapter one turned out and I’m pretty pumped about it! Please let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated, and if you liked it, be sure to reblog so other people can read TSS too! :)
tags: if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, shoot me an ask!
dedication: @sinmineral for helping me write this at 4AM last night lmfao thx my dude
The wind roars as the waves whip across the ship and soak the deck in a freezing, salty spray. The crew slides into the masts, frantically pulling at riggings and trying to navigate the ship around the storm.
“Someone needs to tend to the port-side mast! NOW!”
“On it, Captain!”
The crew is like a well-oiled machine. We trust our captain and obey orders without question. There is hardly an opportunity to panic because we synchronize so well.
The water begins to calm as we sail forward, the boat rocking back and forth dangerously fast over the remaining waves.
“Ahh,” the captain sighs with a small smile, letting go of the rigging that controls the largest sail. “Well done, everyone. It seems we’ve seen the worst of it for now.”
The crew and I give a small cheer, but we do not get too hasty—we still are not completely free of the bumpy waters.
“Should be smooth sailing from here on out, Captain Washington,” the lookout calls from the crow’s nest, putting away a spyglass.
Hi guys! I hope some of you are still into this fic? If not that’s cool! Thank you for all the comments and reblogs on the previous parts! (I wanna say really quickly just to prepare you that the next part will jump around a bit with like emotional things, and there is a reason for it, it’ll just be explained in the following parts,and I’ll mention it again when I post the next part) okay enjoy?