scatter pillows

White sheets & purple kisses

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,032
Warnings: Smut - NSFW – Sexual themes, inappropriate language, nudity, handjob, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex - please guys if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection. Also if you’re underage, please don’t read this.
Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t even know what to say about this. I think this is the most smuty thing I’ve ever wrote ahah so all I can say is I hope you enjoy it. This is also for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I hope you like it! I did my best. And please guys, tell me what you think of it. I’m so nervous for some reason ahaha.
Prompt Word: Hickey

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Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 2

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 6,726

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anonymous asked:

Hi, what do you mean by "the opening of 2x14 was a deliberate negative parallel to Alex and Maggie’s scene from 2x09 in every respect" I'm not sure the writers are trying to be negative on purpose. I genuinely think they are oblivious.

I’m going to address that last sentence before I answer: being frustrated with a storyline because you don’t like it or don’t understand its purpose does not mean the person who created it is bad at their job. It just means you disagree.

That said, let me expand upon what I meant:

Kara’s morning-after scene with Mon-El in 2x14 intentionally juxtaposes Alex’s morning-after scene with Maggie from 2x09.

Similarities: both scenes start with similar background music and we can tell that it’s morning. The first person we see enter the frame is each girl’s respective love interest, but the girls themselves are somewhere offscreen. Both scenes also contain similar establishing shots of the bedrooms in disarray – at Alex’s we see the empty bed with pillows scattered on the floor and the blankets a mess; at Kara’s we see clothing scattered on the floor leading to the bed.

Now, differences:

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Sucker(Jimin x OOC x Taehyung Smut)
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“Hey come on we are going to be late!” Taehyung urged eagerly pulling on your wrist leading you down a grassy slope towards the front.

“Taehyung, calm down we are here now!” You laughed playfully slapping at his arm and then jerking on your wrist lightly so that he could calm down.

“For once I’m agreeing with y/n on this one. Calm down Taehyung no one will snatch our seat.” Jimin teased him as he walked behind you both watching the sway of your hips under the pink skirt as Taehyung pulled on you trying to get you there as if his life depended on it. You rolled your eyes letting him tug you along because arguing with him was pointless at the moment.

Taehyung instead avoided the both of you. He looked like a big child carrying the three over-sized blankets that obscured everything but his eyes as his curled gray hair bounced and swayed in the wind. He had on a long sleeve stripped black and white shirt, baggy jogging pants around his waist and old Nike tennis shoes so that his newer stuff wouldn’t get ruined. Silver earrings dangled from his ears and your attention was focused on them for a split second taking in how good he looked. You were staring so hard at him, that you didn’t really notice once you got to your spot. Taehyung lit up and it was like the sun itself had kissed him good day. He let go of your wrist, starting to fluff out the blankets so that he could spread it out for all of you as more people filled into the park. You were a bit nervous about this movie setting because it had been so long since you had been to one of these things and considering the weather was getting chilly you thought that you were maybe a little under dressed.

“I told you that you should’ve wore pants.” Jimin accused as he saw you tremble where you stood. You stuck out your tongue at him rolling your eyes as your arms crossed over your chest. You had on a pink skirt that was a skater pleated skirt, coming down to rest a few inches under your ass because you wanted to feel free today and it may or may not have matched the pink lace set you brought from the lingerie store. You also had on a long sleeve white shirt that hugged your curves and showed off the dips of your plump breast. Your feet were laced in converse highs but they were old and something you wore to these types of things. You thought you were cute but hearing Jimin apparently not.

“Hey I’m just playing.” He cooed wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him resting his head in your neck. You could feel your cheeks heat up from his proximity to your body. You didn’t even mind the looks other girls or guys gave you. People would think what they wanted but yes you had two best friends that you loved dearly and that wasn’t going to change. But Jimin holding you like this was making you a little nervous and questioning your life choices. Was it a good idea to really say yes to them? Jimin let you go the moment Taehyung was calling for help, moving to spread out the blankets a little bit more over the comforter Jimin decided was a good idea to bring and a few body pillows in case the ground got uncomfortable. Jimin was wearing baggy blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt matching Taehyung’s colors and you found it endearing to say the least because they were such a cute pair as best friends. They had known each other longer and been with each other more. Wherever one was the other stayed close by and you were slightly jealous. If only you could have found someone of the same sex who meant that much to you.

“Are you going to come join us?” Jimin asked you. You blinked your eyes because you were spacing out once again nodding your head as you saw them both sitting on their asses looking up at the big screen. Other people started to fill into the empty outside area and you felt like this show was going to be better than any other shows that was hosted out here. Slowly, you walked towards both men letting your hand grabbed onto Jimin’s outstretched hand as he pulled you down on the ground between him and Taehyung.  Taehyung smiled over at you wrapping one of his arms around your lower waist pulling you three close together to give you ‘body heat’ because of your outfit. Both men sounded jealous as they bitched you out about your choices and while you rolled your eyes you didn’t regret it at all. But to your saving grace, the announcing speaker came on to announce the starting over the movie.

Taehyung and Jimin had tried all week begging you to come here. It was a movie in the park kind of thing but it had gone out of business. It wasn’t reaching as many sales anymore versus when you were all kids and for that simple reason they were showing one last premiere in your town for a while if ever again. At first you were reluctant to go, but they both knew how you were a sucker for these types of things and seeing them both become so persistent over you made you want to come to the movie. Besides you barely got out and lived your life outside of your work and studies so you felt it would be good for you to have little fun with them.

When the announcer finished talking everyone clapped and cheered, couples and other adults spreading out as well as teenagers and some babies. Looking around you saw a row of cars all around the back blocking everyone in, but they were the ones who wanted to watch the movies from the car and you frowned. It was a neat idea to do it that way but at the same time being closer to the front meant you got to see more detail.

“Stop thinking so much, we brought you here to have fun.” Jimin sighed pressing his fingertips against your knitted eyebrows causing you to whine softly and nod.

“Fine Jimin. Fine I will relax and try to have fun. I’ve missed you guys so I’m glad I get to be with you.” You admitted leaning into Taehyung’s body resting you head on his shoulder.

“We’ve missed you too.” Taehyung purred pressing his chin against your forehead and you failed to see the smirk he sent to Jimin and the crooked smile that was sent right back to him.

The movie slowly started to fill the screen as people cheered and the atmosphere was set. It was mid-afternoon but the sun was slowly going down, causing the sky to look a beautiful oasis of blue. You smiled to yourself as the air filled around your bodies blowing your hair into the wind. You sat up a bit the more the stories started to play on. It was an action movie which was one of your favorites and you couldn’t help but get drawn into the story line with the twists and turns. Jimin had ended up pressing two big layer of blankets over the both of you as the movie progressed and you were thankful for the extra warmth.

“Candy? Popcorn? Drinks?” A guy shouted out walking by with a little box that had a strap going around his neck. He was carrying a tray with candy on it as well as tickets for the back where they had coolers among other things. You were the first to raise your hand the moment you saw the blue suckers that were presented there. Sweets were your craving. You needed sweets for most things and thrilling movies like this fit that description. The male smiled down at you and handed it to you free of charge which also caused you to appreciate the sucker more. Smirking at him you took the sucker and unwrapped it sticking it inside of your mouth. The moment your mouth got wetter and you could taste the sticky sweet goodness you were rolling your tongue around it groaning and slurping at the sucker.

You weren’t paying attention to what was going on around you outside of the movie. Your legs curled up into a sitting position under each other and the eagerness in your eyes could be seen. But what you couldn’t see was the looks that Jimin and Taehyung had been giving each other. Jimin would watch your mouth, his hunger slowly growing in his core as your tongue swept across the expanse of the round circular sucker. Taehyung could feel his cock twitching under the confines of his pants as you made slurping noises. The blue liquid that fell down the corners of your chin and how eager you were to flick your coloring tongue out against it. Jimin couldn’t believe this, it was like watching porn. His eyes looked at Taehyung as his smirk became twisted and seeing the look in Taehyung’s eyes he knew they were thinking the same thing. Jimin ended up leaning more into you, slipping your right leg up and pressing it over his thigh as he shifted to you. He looked around and thankfully the pillows they scattered around covered the back and sides of you well. Jimin inched his fingers close to your heat, drawing circles on your panties and your hips jolted slightly as you looked at him, almost choking on your spit.

“Jimin-“You urged around the sucker but he stopped you.

“You’ll cause a scene now if you react.” He reminded you and you looked around seeing all the people behind you silently cursing to yourself. Jimin didn’t stop, his fingers crawling up and down the expanse of the lace causing you to mewl around the sucker trying to distract yourself with it because of the simple fact that you didn’t want to be loud. Your hips trying to push down against his fingers but because Jimin had positioned you he had the upper hand. He didn’t stop let his fingers do anything else until he could feel the wet spot becoming created.

“You’re such a naughty girl.” He spoke out low making it seem like he was talking to himself but you knew he was talking to you. He slipped your panties to the side, his fingers crawling up and down your pussy lips until he was spreading them to find your clit. He was slowly circling his index and middle finger around your clit, causing you to lodge the sucker in your throat and continue swallow the spit in your mouth biting on your bottom lip. Jimin was treating you good, his fingers rubbing your pussy harder, the sweet juices from your cunt starting to dampen your lips and slowly trickle past your opening. Your eyes were becoming lidded as you tried to focus on the screen. Taehyung let his fingers grip harder into your hips, not liking the fact that your attention was only on Jimin he frowned grabbing at your hand placing it on his hard bulge. Your eyes opened slightly as you looked up at him and he gave a soft smile.

“I can’t help it, you look so good, and knowing what’s going on is just making me more eager.” He admitted as he leaned down to take your sucker from your lips sucking on it instead. His tongue was quick to flick against it and it was apparent that he was teasing you with his tongue motions. But you couldn’t stop watching him, the stimulation on your clit alone was enough to have you cumming pushing your hips back against his fingers you clamped down on your bottom lip cutting off any noises as your body froze and your orgasm shook through you.

Jimin started to pull your labia apart with his fingers moving to slide his fingers down the expanse of your silky insides once more before he let his fingers stroke against your soaked-out entrance. He slowly pushed his middle finger inside of your pussy causing you to gasp quietly as he started to swirl his finger around groaning at how deep he could push his fingers inside of your tightness and you seemed to invite him in so eagerly. He was slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you laughing at the movie as he heard other people laugh trying to keep up the illusion that you were all behaving in your spot. Taehyung on the other hand had moved his hand out of the way and let you unzip his pants to slip out his cock with the help of him from time to time. Your hand could barely fit around his thick girth but you weren’t surprised. You had seen the outlines of their cocks one too many times but you never let the words leave your lips. Your hand started to slowly stroke him up and down, the flesh twitching in your hand as Taehyung became more turned on. You could hear his husky labored breaths as he pressed his hand down harder into the soft comforter under the both of you. His free hand stroked up and down your side as you teased his cock. Your nail dug into the tip of his shaft feeling the beads of precum rise beneath the soft flesh of your finger. You looked up at him watching his eyes drift close as he legs start to shake. Your free hand itched to touch Jimin but you couldn’t really do it because your leg was blocking your view of touching him. But Jimin didn’t care and he wasn’t stopping. Letting his finger curve and push inside of you quickly picking up the speed trying to get you off. You could hear slightly the sound of him fingering you during a few quiet times but the movie was quick to cut of everything else.

You felt your pussy tighten up around Jimin’s fingers as another orgasm was quickly swirling in your stomach. You whined out softly, but he pulled back his finger letting you calm down as your hips started to shake. You narrowed your eyes at the screen and Jimin chuckled, reaching his finger up he sucked on the digit cleaning it before he reached over to grab at the sucker that was bound to fall from Taehyung’s lips due to the fact that he was so lost in the pleasure that you gave him. Jimin instead stretched out with the sucker in his hand and moved to put it in his lap, slowly he inched it under the blankets that were over your bodies. Soon you could feel the sucker pressing against your entrance, your eyes opening wide and you tried to grab at Jimin’s wrist trying to keep him from sliding it inside of you but you were too slow for him. He was opening you up more with the sucker, fucking you with it changing paces between slow and fast. As far as you and Taehyung you kept teasing him, building him up only to stop and not let him cum. Your wrist was flicking quickly to give him that extra add to get him off. Jimin chuckled watching the both of you as he tried to push the candy deeper inside of you, twirling it around with his fingers causing you to gasp as your hips spasmed. Your eyes rolled back as your second orgasm came faster than what you expected. Your pussy tightened around the sucker as you came once again feeling the wetness soak out your core completely. Your breathing was uneven as he fucked you until your orgasm past through you. Jimin pulled the dripping sucker from your core causing you to groan as all your juices as well as your cum slid form your pussy. Jimin being even more of a tease waited until you were looking at him to lift the sucker up to his lips and put it into your mouth sucking your sweetness from it.

The lust was prominent between the three of you and all you wanted to do was throw him down and ride him like it was no tomorrow.

“Hey.. I’m cold let me sit on your thigh Jimin.” You spoke before you knew what you were doing. Both Jimin and Taehyung lifted an eyebrow but Jimin picked you up, sitting you on his left thigh facing the screen. Your panties were back into place covering your clothed cunt as your hands braced down on his knee. You waited a bit just staying still as your hand moved to reposition on Taehyung’s cock that was throbbing, weeping for a release that you kept denying him. Your hips slowly started to move down against Jimin’s flexing thigh, your eyes trained on the screen like you did nothing wrong. At first Jimin was shocked to see you doing such a dirty thing on his thigh but he liked it a lot and considering no one could see your hips it was like you were just sitting there. Jimin moved to press his hand against the lower expanse of your back, causing you to ride his thigh harder. Your lips emitted a soft whine from your lips as you imagined riding something more, the way Jimin guided your hips demanding that you press down harder on his thigh. Leaning up he wrapped one arm around the front of your body smiling sweetly and laughing as he leaned against your ear.

“You fucking created a wet spot on my pants you dirty little slut. I’m going to make you fucking clean it up with your tongue.” The tone he took with you was harsh and you loved it even more. “Fucking push your clit against him thigh and rub it. Now.” He barked at you his hand moving down your body as he looked over at the movie as your head rolled forward noticing that the credit was staring to roll. A lot of the people were staring to move from the seated area back to their cars. The other cars in the back starting to pull away and drive off from the movie. The moment that most of the front was cleared out Taehyung snatched the blankets away from your body and Jimin pushed you forward more with your hands bracing on the ground for impact, he moved to tuck the ends of your skirt up around the band. Taehyung had looked back at a male giving a curt nod of his head and the male walked off agreeing as he went to go do something else with his time sense he was the overseer of the event.

“Fucking ride my thigh you slut.” Jimin growled one hand grabbing at your hair pulling harshly as his free hand slapped at your ass cheeks.

“What if people see?” You asked moaning out as your hips ground down harder against his thigh.

“Let them watch, you have other things to worry about. Like how are you going to take two dicks.” Taehyung admitted before he and Jimin traded out hands in your hair. You moved until your face was right above his angry red shaft. You licked your lips licking at the beads of precum that seemed to be present and there begging for you to lick. Your mouth was watering and rushing you were eager to wrap your lips around his shaft sucking eagerly on his thick appendage bobbing your head up and down. It was getting dark now, the last of the cars starting to clear out and honestly you didn’t give a damn if they saw you or not. Your hips rutted against the rough expanse of Jimin’s jean cladded thigh. Your stomach tightening up as you sought after another orgasm. The friction was rough and you knew your pussy would be red but it felt so good and you weren’t stopping until you were cumming again staining your panties. Your heart pounded so hard against your chest it felt like it was ringing against your temples.

Jimin looked around once more seeing if they were in the clear and once it was confirmed he placed you on your knees, sliding down your panties to rest at your knees. He bit on the sucker and chewed on it until it was gone and proceeded to look turn his attention back to you. He pressed your thighs together looking at your puffy pussy leaning close to bury his face against your warm wet folds. His tongue eagerly flicking up and down your pussy lips eagerly French kissing them as his tongue wiggled deeper. His face was pressing forward more, his tongue flicking from your pussy all the way up towards your tight asshole and back down. His hands gripping onto your thighs as he dove his tongue inside of you moaning against your flesh. His tongue pushed inside to lap at your clit before he was dragging it upwards and shoving it inside of your pussy. Scooping your cum out with his tongue he ate away at you, cleaning you out and drinking your fluids like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. His tongue was flicking against your wet walls trying to taste everything that he could, swirling around your pussy he moaned softly and you were moaning around Taehyung’s cock that was lodged deep inside of your throat. You were eager to suck on his flesh hollowing your cheeks, trying to get him off. He was thrusting his hips up against your face, spreading his legs a bit so that he could face fuck you better the sight of Jimin between your thighs face fucking you made his head roll back as he moaned up towards the night sky. His greatest fantasy was finally happening.

Jimin slapped at your ass pulling back as he watched Taehyung lose his mind, his hips thrusting up against your face. He gave you a warning, but you didn’t stop letting your throat tighten around his throat you were eagerly swirling your tongue and flattening it against the flesh looking at him with wide eyes moaning the best moan you could around his shaft. The sight caused Taehyung to unravel and he spilled his white hot cum down your throat. You groaned eagerly lapping at him and swallowing around his shaft you pulled back with a wet pop.

Taehyung grinned at you and you moved to kiss his lips staring a make out session between the two of you. His tongue was flicking across your bottom lip and sucking on it eagerly nibbling into the plump flesh. Your hand reached up to tangle in his hair as you started to whine, Jimin was assaulting your already throbbing pussy having found your spot he tongue fucked it hard and fast with rapid thrusts in and out of your wetness. Taehyung stuck his tongue in your mouth trying to push it down your throat as your legs buckled. He moaned as he tasted his cum on your tongue, his hands moving to grope at your breast through your shirt, moving the offending fabric up and you were about to pull it off but Jimin’s tongue finally got you to the place you needed to be and you fell forward crying out for him as your hips rolled back against him needy and eager to play with his tongue. Jimin pulled back slapping at your ass as he moved to unzip his pants, pulling his cock out he let it stand proud up against the air. He hissed softly as he saw the red angry tip rest against his lower stomach.

Taehyung moved to suck on your neck, his lips finding your spot behind your ear nibbling on it, as he let you calm down. Jimin was eager moving to sit back on his ass he pulled at your leg playfully. “Come get me off y/n.” He complained and you nodded your head moving to crawl onto his lap you pushed Jimin straight back on his back. You moved to grip at his cock, aligning it against your dripping core and slowly you slid down onto his cock groaning softly as he filled you up. You rested with your hands on his chest, waiting for yourself to adjust. Jimin was patient but the moment you started to bounce up and down onto his cock, he made sure to grind his hips up, he was fucking into you making sure he hit the right spots within your pussy. Taehyung watched from a distance loving the scene of you both fucking in clothes but it was also covering a lot. Your breast which should have been on display were covered up by your shirt but it was made up for with how your hips picked up and dropped back down against him. You were rolling your eyes back because it felt so good, to have his thick cock pulsing against your walls. You leaned your head down pressing your lips against Jimin as your thrusts against each other turned into you both grinding your hips slowly against one another the fucking turned into deep love making in the spans of seconds.  Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist moving his hands to play with your ass, he groped and slapped at the flesh spanking it and pushing you down against him to make sure he buried himself to the hilt each and every time. You were coming undone he felt so thick and he filled you up to the brim, he was slowly speeding his hips up but because he wanted Taehyung to have you as well he reluctantly pulled out of you once he was getting close.

Taehyung moved to lay you down on your back crawling over you with a smirk. “I want to ride you.” He grinned down at how you suddenly became flustered after being so bold. He spread your legs open with his own legs, he slowly slid inside of you, filling you up and pressing his face into your neck sucking on your skin. You moved to wrap your arms under his arms grabbing onto his shoulders. He was starting to pound into your pussy fucking you harshly against the comforter set. Jimin was on his knees stroking his cock vigorously as he watched Taehyung fuck you balls deep. The male bottomed out and he jack hammered inside of your silk like pink walls, your pussy welcomed him in wrapping around him and molding around his member just to fit him.

“J-Jimin come here.” You moaned out in pleasure as your hooded lust filled eyes sought out his body. Jimin crawled over to you, he moved to sit beside your head and you moved your head until you were facing him opening your mouth wide. Taehyung got the hint and pulled back, Jimin leaned over you starting to face fuck you as Taehyung fucked into your pussy lifting one of your thighs over his shoulder. You couldn’t cry out or do anything but moan and take Jimin’s cock sliding down your throat. Taehyung moved his fingers to rub at your clit feeling you tighten around him was also pushing him towards his end. You felt like you were on cloud nine, your eyes watched Jimin move on top of you how he moaned your name and slightly growled, his nose crinkling as you brought him closer to the edge. Taehyung was gripping at your thighs pounding away at your insides until he was burying his load deep inside of your pussy. Your hips circled around him, taking every drop as your cum mixed with his as well. Jimin came last spilling his warm seed down your throat holding his hips and making you take it. You swallowed eagerly at his cum and he pulled back as his hips twitched and bucked. You all were panting heavily trying to calm down from the fuck session that had just happened between all of you.

Taehyung moved back first helping you pull your panties up and skirt down as the male approached him. He slapped hands with him and thanked the male before he and Jimin smirked starting to clean up the area leaving you dazed and confused as they got everything together.

“What the hell was that?” You finally decided to ask pointing at the retreating figure and both men shrugged Jimin chuckling with a sneaky smile.

“I told you y/n. Taehyung had a fantasy and he wanted to fill it. When we talked about it three months ago you said he should go for it. So here we are.” Jimin clapped happily as they walked to the car and you quickly scrambled to your feet trying to chase them both with jelly legs yelling at the back of their heads.

Sleeping next to Negan would include:

Negan can be cruel and he sure is an asshole from time to time, but there is a place he finds rest and peace.
Next to you, he’s soft as a kitten.

He would watch you.
Hours sometimes, just admiring how your chest moves and how peaceful you appeared.

Him constantly hugging you from behind, shoving himself against you, pulling you all close.

From time to time you’d be the big spoon and he’d love it, but wouldn’t ever tell you. He isn’t used to getting held at all but he is absolutely in love with it.
You would kiss the top of his head softly and he’d hum in approval.

Him tossing and turning all night long, waking up every time he hears the slightest noise. 
Negan suffers from nightmares but you never ever heard him scream or cry in the night. 
What he appreciates most about you though, is that you just know when to care for him and that you never talk to him about it, when he doesn’t want to. 
You just accept him, look at him and rest your head on his chest, caressing his cheek until he softly falls asleep again. 

You being the only one allowed to sleep in his bed every night.

Whenever he comes to his room late at night and finds you asleep, he sits next to the bed, watching you. 
It reminds him of his nights in hospital, watching Lucille. 
You looked so much like her with your soft hair scattered on the pillow. 
Whenever you woke up, finding him like this you would softly get up and settle in his lap, snuggling into his arms as he holds you.

He loved playing with your hair. 
It is a total turn on for him and would often lead to him whispering dirty little secrets into your ear, as his hand brushes down your body.

When you’re asleep he would trail your spine with his finger, all the way down until he went up again to your neck, your throat the your collarbone up your throat again and along your jaw and cheekbone until he went down your spine again.

Whenever he would catch you tossing around or mumbling in your sleep he would immediately wake up and pull you on top of him. 
He would caress your head and whisper sweet little things to calm you again. 

He loved it that you constantly kissed him during the night. 
Sometimes you were completely, sometimes half asleep - but he would get little kisses all the time. 
Sometimes his cheek, sometimes his throat or his chest.

You sang or at least hummed songs while your hand lovingly  ruffled through his hair whenever he would wake up in the night. 
He would place his head just above your breasts and listen to you. 

“Yes, Negan?”
“Just checking if your still here…”
“Sleep, my love.”, you’d chuckle.
“I love you.”, he’d mutter.


(this is for sen she killed me)

It is summer. Outside the inn, the cicadas have quieted and it’s the crickets that take over, white noise, white music, lulling the boys to sleep. The breaths of heavy sleep can be heard alongside the whir of the fan passing over the room. It smells of tatami mats and Kaminari’s feet, one foot poking Bakugou’s upper arm. His snores sound like whines, just irritating enough that Bakugou’s resting face is that of a scowl.

He considers shoving Kaminari, or more likely, kicking him, but that would require moving, and all four limbs are distant from Bakugou, heavy as concrete and unmovable as the komainu guards that stood outside the inn. He should be sleeping. He needs to be sleeping. Tomorrow, the training camp begins.

Still, there’s the expectant air of something about to happen–the moment before a match is lit, a breath held in until lungs burst, a pause of silence between songs. The room is scattered with pillows and blankets from a pillow fight two hours ago, and the room is heavy with a sense of contentment, apparent in the way Tokoyami cocoons himself in his blanket and Midoriya rests a hand on Iida’s chest. Shouji’s arms splayed out wide and Aoyama with his eyemask on.

Bakugou is wired–restless energy from the pillow fight? Fresh, summer air? Or the tension of training camps past, of being stolen away by villains in the dark.

Bakugou sits up, cards his fingers through his hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and then, “You’re awake?”

Todoroki’s voice is barely above a whisper, dream-like and soft, volume concealed by the sound of the fan. A breeze passes over Bakugou, making his hair flutter. Two sleepers over, Todoroki’s hair ruffles, too. He sits up.

“Go to sleep, idiot,” Bakugou hisses. “I’m not staying up.”

“You feel it, too.”

Bakugou holds his breath. He lets out a louder sigh than he intends. Lying back down, he turns his back on Todoroki. “Doesn’t matter. Night.”

The hair on the back of his neck prickles. He hears the telltale sound of a comforter being pushed back and the gentle thumping of movement across the mats.

If I close my eyes and go to sleep, he will go away, Bakugou thinks.

He manages to ignore Todoroki for a grand total of three minutes before he shoves back his own comforter and sits up, teeth pulled away from his gums. “What.”

Todoroki is sitting seiza at the foot of his bed. “You’re awake,” he says.

“‘Cause I can feel you breathing down my neck, shitstick. Take a hike and get out of my bed.

“We should welcome in summer together,” Todoroki says.

“Do you actually ever listen to people?” Bakugou asks.

“I used to do it with my sister,” he says. “I’m too restless to go to sleep. So are you.”

“I’ll have you know I love sleeping,” Bakugou says. “Get tucked in real fucking tight, snug as bug in his own fucking rug, away from creepy sleep-watchers and their weird-ass ideas.”

“You feel it,” Todoroki says. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s breath catches. “I told you not to–even if it’s dire–”

Todoroki holds up one finger, and a tiny flame lights from the end of it. Bakugou flinches. The candlelight reflects in Todoroki’s odd-colored eyes, shiny as glass. It lights a dull glow across molten, scarred skin, bumpy and rough-around-the-edges as the scar’s owner. It casts a shadow across the shape of Todoroki’s mouth, just too close to not-not-smiling to make it hard to look at him.

“Fine,” Bakugou says.

“Repeat after me,” Todoroki says. “Welcome, cicadas.”

“Welcome, cicadas,” Bakugou mutters.

“Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome–this is so fucking stupid.”

“Just do it.”

A grunt. “Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, sunburn.”

“Welcome, sunb–you’re fucking with me. You’re actually just fucking with me. Is this even a family tradition?”

Todoroki really smiles now, one edge of his mouth turning up and his eyes crinkling. Bakugou moves his glare from Todoroki’s face to the fire at the tip of his finger.

Suddenly, the light goes out.

“Wh–” Bakugou starts.

“We have to seal it,” Todoroki says. “Seal the welcome.” His voice is much, much softer. Bakugou leans forward a little to catch his words.

“Seal it? How? Wait, why the fuck do I care? It’s bull–” Todoroki’s fingers feather along Bakugou’s jaw and he jerks away upon contact, heart racing. Todoroki’s hands hover in the no man’s land between their bodies for a moment. When he moves forward again, leaning forward on his knees, Bakugou doesn’t move. His fingers settle along Bakugou’s cheekbones, pinkies curling under his chin. The callouses on his fingers make Bakugou’s skin tingle. They’re not soft hands, but the hands of a hero and a hard-worker–someone who poured blood, sweat, and tears into his craft.

Through the moonlight that seeps into the room, Bakugou can make out the smile on Todoroki’s face. “We seal it with a kiss.”

Bakugou’s heart stutters. He scowls. He didn’t remember giving it permission to do that.

He feels Todoroki’s exhale as he breathes out. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” Todoroki says.

Bakugou’s hand has found its way to his shirt, clutching at the material over his chest. He doesn’t remember telling it to do that, either. “This is stupid,” he mutters. “This is stupid, you’re stupid, this whole thing is,” he takes a breath, “fucking stupid.”

Todoroki presses his forehead to Bakugou’s, their noses brushing. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” he says again. And then, “Please.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Bakugou thinks, and he pecks Todoroki on the mouth lightning quick.

“There,” he says. “Sealed.”

“Okay,” Todoroki says.

“It’s just for your stupid summer tradition,” Bakugou says. “That’s all.”


“Which is still bullshit, by the way.”


“And it doesn’t mean anything, so don’t go telling Deku about…whatever.”


“And–” Bakugou says, but the words are slipping from his mind because Todoroki’s thumb is on his bottom lip and he can feel the puff of Todoroki’s breath not even an inch from his mouth and Todoroki’s eyes are half-lidded, and it’s all just very warm, and without really giving it much thought, he’s kissing Todoroki.

Todoroki’s fingers are rough but his mouth is soft, none of the sharp words he wields when he picks fights with Bakugou, a choice insult thrown in like a dagger to the side, no, this–this is the smile he wears when he’s helpful to a classmate, the brush of his hair against Bakugou’s palm when he swipes at him while dueling, the press of his cheek on Bakugou’s shoulder when he falls asleep on him on the train.

This is I know you and I have yet to know you and I want to know you, the questioning tilt of Todoroki’s head and the suggestion of tongue. They don’t French but they do kiss, the sound sweet as a cricket’s song when they part. Bakugou thinks he’s in a fever dream, even though the height of summer has yet to arrive and the fan still blows cool air across them every now and then. He feels that if he stops kissing Todoroki he will wake up and it will have never happened.

When Todoroki parts from him, he whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

Bakugou whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞

Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you 

Pairing: Jungkook xReader

Words Count: 2,1k+

Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

 - kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by jengkook

‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.

‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.

Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.

He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.

Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’

‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’

‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.

This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.

‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.

‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.

He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’

‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’

’Well n-no Y/N -’

‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’

‘Jagiya, I-’

‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’

With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’

Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.

‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’

‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’

‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.

‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.

‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’

‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.


Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.

I am sorry baby!

Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!

BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….

Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.

‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’

Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.

‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,

‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’

‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.

‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.

‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.

‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’


‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’

‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.

‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’

You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’

‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’

‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.

‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’

‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.

‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.

Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.

‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’

‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.

‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’

‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.

‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’

‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’

‘Beauty and the Beast?’

‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’

Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’

‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’

‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.

‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’

‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’


‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’

He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’

‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.

‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’

‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’

‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked

‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’

‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.

It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.

‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.

‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’

‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’

The Premiere (Part 2/2)

Part 1   

Word Count : 768 words

Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader


“Y/N, I’m sorry, I thought-” He began but I was already making my way out of his car and began walking.

“Y/N, WAIT, PLEASE WAIT.” He called after me.

I ignored him and started walking.

I kept walking faster and he was following me, calling out for me, I then spotted a bench and sat there exhausted.

He knelt down in front of me.

I folded my arms across my chest and looked anywhere but him.

“Please talk to me, I’m so so sorry.” He said grabbing my hands.

I didn’t remove my hands from his grip so he kept gently rubbing my hand with his thumb.

“I got jealous, I’m in love with you too.” He whispered softly.

“You were so rude with me.” I mumbled looking at him.

The low light from the street light made it easy to see his eyes. They represented guilt.

“I know, I-I’m sorry, I just got overwhelmed with these feelings. Please forgive me, my love?” 

I cracked a smile, “okay, sorry I was over-reacting.” I said gently stroking his face with my other hand.

“You were not, now that you’ve forgiven me can we talk about our love for each other?” He chuckled.

“I always loved you, you’re so oblivious.” I teased him sticking out my tongue at him.

“Hey now, I’ve loved you for a while too, you haven’t noticed it as well so we’re both oblivious.” He said getting up and kissing my nose.

“Yeah.” I agreed.

He sat beside me on the bench and held me by my waist, bringing me closer to him.

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you Harry Styles.” I replied.

He then crashed his lips into mine and kissed me slowly. The kiss was filled with love. After few minutes we pulled apart and we looked at each other, as if memorizing each other’s feature. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” I whispered.

“Me too, you have no idea. I feel like such a loser for not confessing it earlier.” He spoke gently.

“Shh,” I pecked him again, “it’s okay, now let’s make the most of it.”

He grinned, “I like the plan.” 

We stayed there for half an hour more, not talking much just holding each other and enjoying each other’s presence.

We then decided to head home.

This time the car ride was not filled with awkward tension, rather it was filled with our giggle. We were both acting like kids on christmas morning. He held my hand the entire ride, occasionally kissing it.

We reached his home, we entered the hallway and before I could speak he pinned me up against the wall kissing me.

I kissed him back with equal force.

“Wait Harry, your mom and Gem’s upstairs.” I said chuckling.

He groaned and just pecked me before taking my hands and guiding me towards the kitchen.

“Let’s watch a rom-com.” He said grinning.

“Now?” I asked chuckling,”aren’t you tired?”

“Nope.” He said and began to take out a large tub of chocolate-mint ice cream.

“Late night movie and ice-cream?” He asked excitedly.

“Hell yeah!” I cheered happily, “but wait I need to change, I’ll be right back.” 

I went up to him and kissed him before rushing towards his guest room, where my bags are kept.

I quickly washed my face and changed my clothes.

Once I entered the living room I saw pillows scattered around and a blanket neatly folded on top of the couch. Harry came back changing into more comfortable clothes as well, holding that tub of ice-cream.

He sat down on top of the pillows and patted the spot beside him.

“C’mere.” He said and I quickly obliged.

We both shared the large tub of ice-cream, feeding each other, we were both having a great time. The movie playing on the screen long forgotten as we chatted the night away.

“I can’t believe this, is this a dream?” He asked.

I pinched him.

“Hey, what was that for?” He pouted.

“It’s not a dream.” I chuckled.

“You’re a dork.” He mumbled before kissing me.

“I’m your dork, you love me though.” I shrugged, placing my head on his chest.

“Yeah I do.” He said kissing my forehead.

And we both drifted off to sleep.


Third Person’s POV

“Mum!!” Gemma whisper-yelled at her mother.

“Oh goodness, what happened Gemma?” Anne came into the living room and squealed with delight.

Y/N and Harry were asleep, holding each other closely with a blanket barely covering them. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Anne asked happily.

“About time they got together.” Gemma said excitedly.


Summary: Bucky was lucky to have crossed paths with you. Chance brought him to the same café as you. The café was the start of his new life.

Author:  Multireality

Pairing(s): Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, sweet Bucky because that is a warning

Author’s Notes: First time writing Bucky, so hope you all like it! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been really busy with exams.

Bucky was different now. Ever since he met you. Everyone noticed but never spoke about it – they were too scared that he would go back to the broken Bucky who kept to himself and drowned in his own plagued past.

But then came you. The light of his life.

You met in a coffee shop of all places; you went every day for your daily dose of caffeine. Bucky discovered the café after one of his daily runs and thought it would be a good place to escape.

In the end, you were never his escape – you were his new reality.

He always watched you from afar, to him you were beautiful. It took him months to approach you, to build up the courage to come and talk to you. When he finally did, he stumbled over his words and made a fool of himself and he was positive that he had ruined his chances with you. But then your face lit up with a bright smile – you thought it was adorable how flustered he got.

It took him three dates to finally work up the courage to kiss you – his first kiss since coming back. It was soft and sweet, and once his eyes fluttered open he was met with your shining Y/E/C eyes and a soft blush which rose to your cheeks. He was sold. You were perfect.

You knew who he was and you weren’t scared of him. you embraced his life as winter soldier and allowed him to move on with his new life – his new life as your Bucky, the new and improved. But to you he was already perfect he was Bucky, there was nothing that needed to change except in your opinion he needed more self-belief because to you he was your whole entire world.

He loved waking up to you snuggled into his chest, your hair scattered across the pillow. Your head resting on his chest, your hands wrapped around his waist. You were just as consumed by him as he was you.


Bucky knew that even now in the 21st-century dames always liked flowers, so, mostly once a week, on his way back from a run, he would visit the local florist and purchase flowers for you. Usually, peonies as they were your favorite. The way your eyes lit up and you rushed to hug him was always a reminder of why he always bought you flowers. The way your small frame would wrap around his large one and kiss him repeatedly and whisper “thank you” in his ear was always worth the effort.

You also treated him and went out of your way for him. He loved it. You would always get up early on a Sunday and go and buy him his favorite breakfast and buy him coffee from the café where you met, then you would come home and snuggle back up in bed with him as you both ate. Cocooned together.

Steve was in awe of you. The way you brought Bucky out of his shell again and made him smile and reassured him constantly of how much a good person he was. He wanted to thank you a million times.

Another thing Bucky loved was when you stole his clothes, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Whenever he went on a mission you would purposefully steal some of his t-shirts so that you could still smell his scent and still feel as if Bucky was still with you. He found it adorable.

You both bought an apartment together after about a year of your successful relationship. A loft in New York, it was the embodiment of both of your personalities. There were soft homey things scattered everywhere – throws and cushions to make it feel like home, that was your personality. Then there were darker colors with minimalist decorations to represent Bucky. It was perfect.

You even persuaded him to get a dog, it was a golden retriever called Charles – but the cute thing was, was that when you got home from working late you would walk in to find Charles snuggled on the sofa with Bucky while they both were asleep. It was picture perfect.

Bucky always claimed that the dog would get in the way but really you knew Bucky wanted a dog – he wanted a companion for when you weren’t there. Whenever Bucky went on his morning run he would take Charles with him; they were inseparable.

Bucky always liked to surprise you with dates and what not. He tried to be romantic to prove to you that he loved you. To try and keep you from leaving him. But in your mind, that was out of the question. He took you on museum dates and could tell you about some of the art due to actually witnessing it and it amazed you that in reality, Bucky had experienced a lot. However, not all of it was good.

He was still plagued by nightmares and still woke up covered in sweat, scared beyond belief that at some point he would hurt you and return to being the winter soldier. You always reassured him, held him when he cried and kept him balanced. Kept him sane.

You never thought that you would experience love like you did with Bucky, you thought it was more dull and boring. But Bucky changed that, the love you two shared was unbreakable and so strong that nothing could take away your Bucky.

You loved him.

And he loved you.

To Bucky, you were all he could ever ask for. He was forever in debt to whoever caused you to cross paths, he liked to believe it was fate but it was more likely to be chance. And if so, chance was his new bible. His new thing to live by, because if chance brought him you then what else could it bring him. There wasn’t anything else he could ask for except a family with you. All he wanted was a family and to grow old with you and to be your one and only.

You were his perfect. The life you were going to live together would be perfect.

L i k e   I    W o u l d (II)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst, lots of swearing (lol)

Song to suggest: HURT - EXO

Synopsis: I was doomed from the very moment I met him. 

It was a mistake that I didn’t regret, but that I profoundly wanted to undo in the deepest part of my heart.  I tried my best to untangle myself out of that mess, but he was right. 

No one knew me like he did. No one would love me like him.

Word count:  5K

Part 1 -  Part 2 - Part 3

A/N: Hi! It has been a while! Here’s the second part of LIW, I hope you enjoy a lot and if you do feel free to give it some love!! 

Requests are open! Just remember to read the r u l e s before requesting!

See you soon! Sofi, x.

“You’re an idiot, Baekhyun.”

The red haired started at me, grinning. His eyebrows were furrowed as he chuckled under his breath.

It was cold outside, but just a thin white sheet covered our bare bodies, tangling in the bottom. The place felt warm even so, full of lost breaths and words interchanged. It was late at night, but we were talking, not minding it, involved in our floating thoughts and conversations, feeling comfortable with each other.

“It was an accident, sweetheart.” Baekhyun chuckled once again. I softly slapped his forehead with my palm. The silky strands of his hair brushed my fingertips, sending electricity through my arm.

“How come you left Jongin, alone, in a gas station and noticed two days later?” I exclaimed, amused. He started to laugh even harder, filling the place with his irregular sounds and the sole image of him this relaxed made me smile too. His face was softer than usual, less stressed. The usual frown he had in his face was gone as his nude chest bumped quickly with his laugh and little locks of his hair danced in his forehead. I found myself wordless, staring at him with wide eyes, like a masterpiece that deserved to be in a museum. Baekhyun was way too beautiful for his own good, and I felt mesmerized like never before.  

I didn’t notice it had been staring for a while until his eyes crashed with mine and his dark brows arched. His smile washed away, when he pouted and his hands placed on his cheeks.

“What’s up?” I shook my head, hiding my burning cheeks with the sheets. I still felt ashamed around him, like a little kid around strangers. Although, we had been together for a couple of months now, most of our time spent in the bakery or in the bedroom, I still had the feeling there in my chest. The way in which his taller body was always some mere inches away from mine, the scent of his cologne mixed with the odor of paint and graphite, filling the air and dizzying me.

When it started, the rumors spread around the campus. They were mostly about how I had “won” the golden boy, untouched and desired by many. I received dirty looks and some amused ones wherever I went to. The girls whispered behind my back, cursing me in their thoughts; and the boys looked at me like a piece of meat. It was uncomfortable at first, especially since we were nothing in concrete, we just spent a lot of time together.

“I just like to watch you talk.” I said as quickly as I could. A little smile formed in his face, and he stared me with curiosity, inviting me to talk. “You just look so relaxed. The pouty lips are gone and the frown too. You’re just… Baekhyun.” His long fingers were interlocking with mine, flexing and unflexing over my, obviously, littler ones. The small gesture almost went unnoticed, but I still felt little tingles in my fingertips when he did it. Baekhyun opened his mouth to respond, but as soon as he did, I yawned. I felt my eyes heavy, suddenly feeling exhausted.

One of his arms snaked around my waist, and he pulled me closer to his body. My head rested comfortably on his chest and his body protectively hold me close as he threw one of his legs over mine. He sighed loudly when I softly kissed his chest, closing my eyes. The sweet scent of him invading my nose and he snuzzled his nose in my hair.

Whenever I’m with you, I feel like I’m back to myself, Y/N”. He whispered quietly and I sighed a little, not answering as I started to fall into the darkness of my sleep.  

I woke up alone.

The sheets beside me were still warm, meaning he had just left my side. The remaining smell of him covering the sheet with his presence. I snuzzled in them a little more, before standing up and putting my underwear on. An oversized shirt of Baekhyun covered me, barely reaching the middle part of my thighs.

When I heard a quiet mumbling in my living room, I tiptoed my way there, sneaking my head to listen properly. Baekhyun was standing in the middle of it, walking around like a caged animal with a phone over his ear. He seemed furious, barking in its direction occasionally, just to frown when he was done. He was still shirtless but the stained pair of joggers he kept in my room hung low from his hips, distracting me.

“Stop it, Min. Just fucking stop.” He was grunting at the phone, his grip so hard that I was able to see how his knuckles turned white out of so much pressure. I could hear a voice screaming from the other side, but I couldn’t understand what it was saying. All I knew is that Baekhyun was mad as hell, his face in a frown and his hair all messy like it had been ran over a thousand times.

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s none of your business.” He started to walk in my direction, distracted by the voice over the phone. “What I do or don’t do in my free time has nothing to do with you. Stop trying to get into my personal life like that, you are not who to tell what I should or not do.” I jumped out of my place, quietly running my way back to the bedroom and closing the door as quickly as I could without making a sound. I sat casually on the bed, unbuttoning the shirt as I waited for him to enter in the room. The doorknob started to turn painfully slowly and a still frowning figure entered to the room.

He was staring at the lighted display on his hand, tapping on it with one hand as he ran his fingers through his hair once again. When he looked up, the frowned expression of his face disappeared to be replaced by a small grin and glowing cheekbones. I could still see his tensed muscles and jaw, the way his hands hold on the phone with whitened knuckles, and how his hair was a mess out of running his hands over it thousands of times. I stared at him with a calmed expression, both of my hands laying still over my lap.

“What are you doing up?” He cocked an eyebrow, setting his phone over the small desk in my room. The sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, and every time he walked, they swung a little bit further. I found myself staring at the little scar over his belly button, distracted by it for a second, until I shook my head. I smiled distractedly at him, lifting my feet on the bed.

“I was cold, so I thought on getting some clothes on”, I simply responded.

“And you decided to use my shirt?” The playful tone didn’t go unnoticed as he reached the border of the bed and crawled under the sheets pulling me along with him. His warm hands caressed all the way to my waist, staying there longer. His soft strands of hair were all scattered on the pillow and his morning glow was at its top. I shrugged my shoulders.

“It was the closest thing I had at reach”

He simply chuckled.

“Yeah, right.” His body caged mine in the mattress, both of his hands in each side of me, as he looked at me in the eye. His soft breath crashed with my lips and his hard chest was millimeters away of mine. I had the urge to close the space between us, but something held me back. A question, forming in the back of my mind, was stuck to the tip of my tongue. I had the necessity to ask him what he was doing a couple of minutes ago, to whom he was talking to. He looked so upset back there, in a way I had never seen him before. All the traces of his usual self were long gone, covered by his angry state.

But once his soft lips crashed with mine, the dizzy sensation caused me to tell my worries to go away, vanishing into thin air as the thoughts of him engulfed me up.

It was Monday, and I was already enjoying a cup of coffee in the shop before officially starting my shift. The store was empty, mostly because it was really early in the morning, and I was enjoying my time alone along with the soft music of the speakers. Kyungsoo was leaning over the countertop, reading part of his history homework, as a steaming cup of coffee was beside him. Sometimes I actually forgot how young he was, even when we had known each other for years. His concentrated expression was different than the serious he used when we were working and he was taking care of the coffee shop.

He was some sort of my closest friend, and I knew I was his. Even so, he didn’t know about Baekhyun and I. We had agreed that even when Baekhyun was his long-time friend, he wouldn’t understand the relationship we both had. We, or at least I, were afraid that his reaction wouldn’t be the most appropriate one, and I didn’t want to lose him for it. It was a secret and, enjoying the fact that Kyungsoo didn’t attend to our university, we tried to interact the least possible in his presence.

The doorbell rang, announcing the entrance of someone else inside the store. A pair of high-heel boots started to click on the white tiles of the floor, so I lifted my gaze. The air left my lungs as I began to stare at a pair of long and fit legs until I reached a body-fit white dress. The girl in front of me was beyond beautiful, with long and black hair that hung by her waist and skin as chiseled as porcelain. She was holding a phone on his ear, listening attentively to the voice talking.

She muttered a few words to it, before buffing and ending the call with a snap of fingers. Kyungsoo lifted his eyes as well, and when he looked at her, an amused look appeared on his face as he left his notes on the counter. His whole body stretched and he reached around it, staring at her even more intensively.  

“Min?” He said, both of his eyebrows arching on his forehead. Min? That name sounded familiar, but I didn’t quite remember where I had heard it before. I tried to concentrate, looking for an answer, even when my head didn’t help too much. The girl stopped tapping on her phone, lifting her head with curiosity before spotting Kyungsoo in front of her. The corners of her lips went upwards, as she saluted the dark haired with ease.

“Kyungsoo! It’s so nice to see you!” Her voice echoed around the shop, making me cringe. Her high-pitched voice tone was annoying, causing a contrast with her elegant figure. She approached to my friend’s body and gave him a hug that made Kyungsoo uncomfortable. He barely touched her, frowning even deeper, before gently pulling her away from him, giving a few steps back with his hands in his pockets. She didn’t seem to notice his action, as she continuously smiled at him.

“What brings you here, Min?” He asked, looking curious. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you know him. He thinks way too differently from me, and we some sort of had a fight. I thought that I would be able to find him here, since now he spends so much a time around you, but he isn’t here as I can see.”

Kyungsoo hold one hand in the air, shaking his head.

Here? Min, I haven’t seen him around here in months.” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“The last time he visited me in this place was a few months back, after the apparent accident he had in his dorms.” I stopped sipping my coffee cup, suddenly feeling more interested in their conversation than in pretending I wasn’t listening at all. She seemed lost, looking at Kyungsoo with wide eyes as the black haired looked at her with a painful expression in his face.

“Every time I ask him where he is, he tells me he is here. Are you sure you haven’t seen him?” Kyungsoo shook his head, crossing his hands over his chest.

“Not that I remember of.”

She gulped loudly, her face turning in a slight shade of red. She looked everywhere but in Kyungsoo’s direction, surely ashamed of whatever it was happening. One of her manicured hands ran through her black silky hair, mumbling some words softly under her breath. Her nose scrunched up, suddenly snapping her head in the boy’s direction.

“You know where he has been, don’t you?” Her tongue clicked at the end of the sentence, glaring hardly at Soo’s. He kept his face still, but I saw one of his jaw’s muscles twitch, showing how anxious he was getting.

“I don-” he began, but he was rapidly interrupted.

“Don’t you fucking dare to cover up for him, Do Kyungsoo.” She almost launched in his direction, her heels loudly clicking the floor tiles, looking at him with narrowed eyes. I walked a little bit to where the were, feeling the anger rushing in my veins. Who was she to talk to him like that?

“You fucking know something, I’m quite sure you do. How couldn’t you? He practically tells you every time he goes to the restroom. Stop lying in my face, and tell me: Where the hell is he.” She roared, clearly mad. I could almost see the vein pulsing in her forehead, as she gritted her teeth with force.

“I don’t know, Min. If I knew, I would gladly tell you where your adored boyfriend is, but I can’t help you.” He snapped back with a harsh tone.

“Is he with someone else?” Her voice raised an octave, while she opened and closed her hands in fast moves. “I bet he is. That’s why you don’t want to tell me. That’s why you and all his idiotic friends are trying to lie in my mere face saying you don’t fucking know where he has been when you clearly do.”

Kyungsoo opened his mouth, but she raised a hand to stop him.

“Don’t.” She took her bag, turning around on her heels. She reached the door, before looking over her shoulder to say something that left me cold on my feet.

“The next time you see Baekhyun, tell him I was looking for him.”

I avoided him for a week.

I didn’t respond his messages, calls or attempts to talk to me. When I visualized him at college, I sneaked my way away from him, melting with the people. When he tried to look for me at the coffee shop, I ran all the way to the stowage, hiding there until I knew he was gone.

Kyungsoo didn’t want to talk with me, even when I almost begged for him to tell me what was happening. The day of the accident, he closed the coffee shop and ordered me to go home, rushing to his office afterwards, leaving me there with a shocked expression and tears forming at the corners of my eyes. When I got home, I broke down in the middle of my living room. I felt betrayed, completely irrational and idiotic. I should’ve known I was being fooled by him. No one could ever be that perfect, he had to at least have a flaw.

After that, I felt drained.

Every class seemed like an eternity, every client like a rock and every meal like an invitation to throw up after. I was a mess, but I couldn’t face him. I was furious and even when I deserved an explanation, I wasn’t ready for it. I knew I would forgive him, I was way too soft of heart. He made my knees weak, my heart race and my head go blank. It was the effect that Byun Baekhyun had in me, and I felt like it was irrevocable to the heart eyes.

After a week, I thought he had given up, until one day, after my art’s class, a tattooed hand stopped me by the wrist. My skin immediately responded to it, bristling to the contact. I shut my eyes closed, knowing very well to whom that hand belonged to. His touch was way too familiar, and images of his smooth hands traveling all the way around my waist caused me a shiver.

The smooth voice called my name, and I didn’t move. I sensed all the rage forming in me, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the hallway. So, I pulled my hand free, walking with quick steps back to the art class, finding it empty. I felt his presence behind me, burning holes in the back of my neck as he left his bag over the desk, not leaving my figure for a sole second. Several eyes were already on us back there, following every move we made.

Once I was settled, I ran my hands over my hair. A loud sigh left my lips and I was completely energetic for the first time in days.

“What do you want?” I growled at him, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He stepped back, taken by surprise with my sudden outburst.

“I-I have been looking for you.” He murmured, clearing his voice after.

“No shit, Sherlock. I have been ignoring you.” I crossed both of my arms over my chest, annoyed.

“I noticed. What I don’t know is why” I felt the urge to laugh in his face, finding this situation really funny. I was shocked by his lack of seriousness, knowing really well he was aware of what he had done and how he still decided to ignore the fact completely, playing dumb with me.

Oh. Oh! So, now we are playing this game?” I clapped, amused. “I’m impressed. You know really well how to play pretend with me.”

“What do you-”, he began, but I spoke once again.

“Does the name Min mean anything to you?” As the name curled out of my tongue, all the color left his face, leaving him wordless. His shoulders immediately rose up, and his mouth opened and closed with empty attempts of words flying in the air. I noticed the way his jaw clenched as he tried to find what to say.

“She- you- I”, he stuttered.

“Does it?”

“She is- I mean, how did you-”

“How did I find out?” I finished for him. “She showed up at the damn shop, moron!” I shouted, suddenly aware that we were alone. Since no one could hear us, one of my hands slapped with force one of the desks, sending rushes of pain through my arm. I contained myself, only reacting with a made mock. He starred at me intensively.

“I tried to tell you.” Was all what he responded.

’I tried’ is not enough, Baekhyun! I’m a fucking whore!” Tears started to prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I contained them. I couldn’t weaken.

“You are not!”

“Yes, yes I am. I was your side chick all the time when you already had a girlfriend!” I saw how drops of sweat formed in his forehead, suddenly anxious at the situation. I was fighting the tears back, urging them not to fall until I was alone and safe.

“She means nothing to me, not anymore.” He tried again, and I felt even more furious. What was he trying to do?

“She is still your girlfriend! You should’ve told me you had her so I would’ve been intelligent enough to not involve myself with you!” I spat. One of my hands rose and slapped him hard in the face, almost moving without my control. The sound resonated around the classroom, and his face turned to the side, while he gritted his teeth without a word. Both of fists were white, and his nostrils fluttered widely as he breathed in with force. I stood up straight, seeing his squared shoulders move along with his erratic breathing. After a few minutes, he spoke again.

“Min and I broke up a week ago.” His gaze was on the floor and his cheek was red as an apple. I could catch a glimpse of his white teeth biting his lower lip, turning it even more pink. Small strands of hair were hanging over his forehead, covering half of his eyes, and I felt the urge to pull them off his face. The tips of my fingers were tickling for it but I had to mentally slap myself for that. I shouldn’t be near him, not when it had passed just a week and I felt like I was touching rock bottom.

“We met young, and too inexperienced.” He continued. “I was barely 17 and I was just in high school, you know? She was pretty. She was pretty and she liked me back, so I thought, why not? Fuck it, it won’t do any harm.” Baekhyun laughed softly after this, almost ironically. His smile was there but it didn’t reach his eyes. Both of his hands were extended in front of him, showing off his spotted tattoos.

“It all started okay, at least at first. I thought it was going to work, until she started to cling on me, suffocating me. Min never had a boyfriend before, and she believed that being my girlfriend gave her the right to control me. She thought that she could control what had to do with me and everything that revolved around me.” His frame moved backwards, slightly leaning against the teacher’s desk. Both of his hands played with the frayed edges of his sweatshirt, scratching the old pieces of paint that were still stuck on his clothes. He zoned out, starring at a white wall with tired eyes.

“She controlled my phone, my friends, my whole life. I couldn’t leave my house without her calling me a thousand times and I was so done already. I didn’t want to be with her anymore, but I couldn’t leave her. I didn’t know a thing about relationships at all, and I thought that if I wasn’t with her, I would’ve end up broken and alone.” He closed his eyes shut, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. His sharp cheekbones were more prominent and his pale skin was even paler. He seemed as tired as he could be, and I didn’t know how to react at this.

“I stayed, gave everything I could give. I even talked to her, she understood and stopped her old ways. She did everything she thought it was okay to do to make me happy, but I wasn’t happy. I stayed with her because I felt pity. I felt like I needed to give more of me so she wouldn’t feel the urge to overthink in me.”

I talked after a few minutes. “That didn’t give you the right to do what you just did.”

“I know it didn’t, Y/N” he said through his gritted teeth. “I’m fucking sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to lie to you or her. By the time I met you, I was supposed to meet her at Soo’s shop. It was a complete accident, and I promise you that even if I hadn’t met you, I would’ve broken up with her!” With those last words, his voice was now raising an octave. His brows were furrowed, making a deep crease in the middle of his forehead. His body was towering over mine and I could tell he was angry. Angry with me, angry with himself, angry with… her.  

But the worst, was that he didn’t have the right to be mad at me. I did nothing wrong.

“You’re a hypocrite, Baekhyun.” I spoke after what seemed like ages. “You lied. It doesn’t matter if you wanted to break up with her or not, I don’t care. You knew that she still had a thing for you and anyways you ran away from her and had a thing with me behind her back. I’m the side chick. I’m the one who got in between the two of you, breaking the last remaining of a relationship of years. Years, Baekhyun! You lied in my face with empty words that you probably used with her too. You fucking omitted the fact that you had a girlfriend!”

“It’s not like I could’ve done something about it, Y/N!” His arms rose in the air, and he angrily messed his red hair once again. “It just happened! The moment I met you I completely forgot everything, it was only you. It is only you.” He murmured the last part, shaking his head slightly.

I started to rub my arms, feeling my skin tickled with anxiety. I couldn’t think straight, not when he was there, being completely honest with me. I could feel like gaze burning holes in my body, exanimating me from head to toe. His soft features were glowing, the tip of his rounded nose was scrunched out of the labored breathing he had. I could see his over bitten lips, all ripped and swollen. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his soft lips against mine while he murmured lost words to me, making me feel like I was in a bubble. I could feel the urge to feel his body with mine, the shared corporal heat he gave me at night, combined with his touches and attentions. My need for Baekhyun was something I couldn’t explain, not with words at least, but I was way too hurt. He had shattered me in just a few seconds, and I couldn’t bare the idea of knowing what a heartbreak felt like once more.

“Y/N, please…” he begged, taking a step closer to my body. I shut my mouth, fighting against myself and the thoughts I had screaming at me, looking for the fact that I had to forgive him. I shook my head and raised a hand in the air, stopping his advances. “Don’t.”

“But…” he continued, but I stopped him.

“Don’t come closer, stop. I ca-I can’t. I can’t be with you, not right now, not like this.”

His eyes widened at my words, his mouth slightly open. “Y/N…”

“Stop!” I shouted. My hands ran through my hair with force, out of the exasperation “Just, stop it. I don’t want to see you anymore. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I’m done. We are done.” I took my stuff quickly and pushed the bag over my shoulder. I needed to get out, I felt like I was going to burst in any second and the air was slowly leaving my lungs, keeping me breathless. My heart was beating way too fast by the time I reached the door, and, as I placed my hand over it, I turned around and saw his figure over my shoulder.

He was on the floor, both of his hands in front him as he kneeled with a pleading look in his eyes. His hair was out of place and his chest was moving way too fast, making his nostrils flutter. He opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him before he could make me change my mind.

“Goodbye, Baekhyun.”

Lost Love

Originally posted by samemaze

a/n: just a small drabble about my sweetheart Klaus. hope y'all enjoy it.

warnings: none.

requested: yes.

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Lights On

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

OTP(s): Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff (“Smuff?”)

Word Count: 2,876

Sypnosis: First times with Jongdae were always memorable. In bed, it proved to be nodifferent.

Author’s Note: So happy to finally be writing for Jongdae! My 3rd fav in Exo, I love him s’much cuz he’s such a cinammon roll! His song with Dynamic Duo is so goood too! Enjoy the one-shot, peeps!

“Open your eyes, love.”
The voice swiftly carried across the bedroom to you–the woman reclining casually against the duvet, your legs crossed and your left leg bowed slightly over your right. The hem of your silky, jet black dress was hiked a little above your knees and a pair of thin, scarlet panties were barely visible between the crevice of your thighs.
You peeled open your eyes, and found Jongdae’s intense, brown-eyed gaze, his dark eyebrows slightly narrowed, his pink lips swollen. He was leaning over you, his hands pressing into the sheets, the neck of his shirt slightly agape. You let her eyes leave his face for a moment just to regard the skin of his collarbone. It was of a glorious color, the bones angled in such a way they seemed to only insinuate the beauty beheld if one only panned upward and sought Jongdae’s face.
Sharp, angled jawline.
Oval eyes budded with sparkly brown pearls.
Smooth, curvy lips, sweet and rosy with innocence.
Supple rounded chin, one that was smooth and warm to the touch.
You reached out to touch him, paying homage to the angel kneeling above you. He closed his eyes, eyelids donned by a set of long, dark, beautiful eyelashes, and calmly breathed against you, his cheek relaxing against your fingers. When you lightly drew upwards to kiss him sweetly, he made no move to shrink or recoil. He leaned forwards, lips melting into yours as passion poured freely through your skin, warming your blood and sweltering your bones. Jongdae moved a hand to grasp softly at your waist, his fingers wrapping around your hip. You parted your lips, allowing him to lap your mouth with his tongue. He tasted as he always did–of sweet chocolate and salty caramel with the small, tantalizing hint of tea. He lapped softly at the roof of your mouth with his tongue, slipping a hand to smooth the curve of your jaw. You both groaned in timeful unison as your tongues met, first as fateful friends, slow and quiescent, and then as passionate lovers, fast and slightly rough, stroking and kneading. Your fingers loosened and splayed across the skin of his jawline, tugging his head forward. You fisted a knot in the back of his shirt and pulled him against you, his lean, yet muscled body nestled softly against yours. He tugged on your lower lip with his mouth, keeping his tongue in place as not to forbid the connection, as both of his hands curled around your waist and hauled you upwards, pulling you into his lap. You coiled both legs around his hips, the heels of your feet digging deeply into his clothed back. He kept his lips remained heartily on yours, the kiss becoming less sweet and careful and more passionate and erotic.
He broke from you, lips parted, eyes dancing with a heavy myraid of emotions, hands ghosting over the concealed region of your hips.
“Are you sure you’d like to do this?”
When you’d first met Jongdae nearly four years ago, that had been the only question on your mind. Did you want to get involved and tangle yourself in a precarious, binding knot of love that could send you reeling to the depths of hell, tears shrouding your eyes, despair screaming through pain? His rust-colored eyes had sent you into a hazy frenzy of thoughts, blinding you with their overbearing compassion and kindness. His hands, gentle and carved by the holy hands of the Lord himself, soon proved to have only been made to please and satisfy, to touch and caress. His face, budded with the most precious red lips, had only supplied you with expressions of concern and affection, never making you feel less than beautiful.
You trusted Jongdae.
With your life.
You knew at this moment, there was nothing else to lose.
“Please,” you leaned forward, drawing his lips into your own. He sighed softly, running his fingers along your back. You glided your hands carefully over his shoulders, smoothing out the sturdy swell of his arms and the soft band of his wrists where the skin panned to delicate, skillful hands. “Make me yours, Jongdae.” You nipped playfully at his lower lip and he bared a snigger. “Take me.”
He leaned forward, closing his mouth sweetly over yours as he began to recline against the bed, taking you with him. You gently reached to cup his head as his back hit the bed and peppered kisses along his neck and ears. His smile burned against your neck as you lightly drew the skin of his earlobe into your mouth. His lips nipped at the gentle slope of your throat, nudging tresses of your hair out the way.
“God, you’re beautiful,” his voice had lost its usual exhilirated, playful tone, instead adopting a soft, tranquil whisper. His hands reached to cup the bottom of your thighs, fingers moving to smooth the backs of your knees.
“Not as beautiful as you,” You traced your lips across his neck, a groan in your throat shriveling to naught as his fingers curved over the cheeks of your ass. Your fingers danced along his shirt, parting it beneath your touch, scribing heiroglyphics along his ribs. He left pettles of kisses along your neck, sinful whispers marking the shadows beneath your jawline. His magnificently sculpted body was warm beneath your hands, the rockiness of his abs quivering against your fingertips.
He ran a milky-toned hand up to your chest, palm pressing into your heart.
“You’re nervous.”
You sank your teeth into your lower lip. “I’m not.”
“It’s okay to be,” he slid his hands to your cheeks, drawing you down to kiss your mouth. “I’m nervous too.”
“Hurting you,” he lightly squeezed your thigh.
Jongdae quickly sat up, seeing the look of panic that crossed your face. “It shouldn’t hurt. It should only be uncomfortable, and if there is pain, it will be very, very minimal.”
He kissed you again, and you lightly sagged into him. Your fingers danced over the bulge in his pants and he shuddered out of his shirt, letting it hit the ground. He linked his fingers with the scarlet strap of your dress and gently smoothed it down to your elbow, placing kisses along your bare shoulder. He divested your shoulder of the other strap as well and coaxed you to raise your arms. Jongdae slid the dress over your head, letting it hit the ground. Rust-colored affection lit the path of his gaze towards your bra-clad chest. You instinctively grabbled at your legs, never having been this bare before Jongdae. Sensing your nervousness, he gently held your hands, but didn’t force them away. He smothered your neck with his mouth, gently lapping at the skin. He availed to soothe you, painting your leg with careful fingers.
“If you only want to make out, we can do that.”
You shook your head. “I’m not backing out. I want to do this.”
A light groan burned your neck as you mapped Jongdae’s back with your hands. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to do this just to make me happy.”
He drew back to kiss your lips. “I’m already happy having you here with me like this. Knowing you trust me.”
Silently, you lulled Jongdae’s wrists to your back, and he nodded, understanding you. His fingers twitched along the clasp of your bra and suddenly the temperate air of the room was whipping around your breasts. Jongdae peppered kisses along your throat, before wordlessly gesturing toward your chest. You nodded and a harsh gasp plunged from your mouth as his lips slowly enveloped your nipple. His fingers gently gripped the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him, his tongue still paying homage to your oh-so-sensitive skin.
Your fingers found the zipper of his pants and from above, you saw the need in Jongdae’s eyes pulse. He nodded and you drew it down, tugging his pants to his knees. Jongdae kicked off his pants, pulling you tighter against him. You tensed a little, feeling his erection rock between your legs, but you softened as Jongdae’s ministrations made your pleasure mount.
Gently lowering you to the pillows, Jongdae scattered kisses along your torso and hips, brushing your navel with his tongue as he slid down your body. Realizing what he was about to do, you immediately parted your legs. Jongdae smiled, a feather of kisses landing on the inside of both of your thighs.
Ecstasy shot up your body in a swift, heated torrent as Jongdae’s tongue touched you, his thumbs smoothing your thighs. He drew your clit into his mouth, wet muscle thrashing along your wetness. You weaved your fingers through his hair as he frivulously lapped, pleasure rising with each sweep of his tongue. A finger came to test you as the workings of his tongue prolonged. You shuddered against his mouth as two fingers stretched you with confidence; the moment his fingers curled against your spot, your fingers clutched the bedsheets, bucking against his tongue.
“Jongdae, I’m not ready to cum yet,” you gasped, his thumb stroking your clit in small, slow circles.
“It’s okay,” Jongdae sucked harder and your back bowed gracefully over the duvet. “My objective is to make you come more than once.”
Your breathing became laboured as his fingers sped, his tongue tracing heiroglyphics along your most sensitive lick of skin. With a soft cry, you quaked against his tongue, spilling freely into his mouth. Jongdae swept up every drop of release, smoothing your thighs. You expected to be tired, but desire pulsed through your blood like water.
“Jongdae, I’m ready,” you lightly tugged his hair. Jongdae’s mouth slid to your thigh, warming the skin with kisses.
“Do you want me to be on top?”
The heat of the moment furling tightly around you, you froze.You felt worry scattering along your bones. What if Jongdae didn’t recieve any pleasure? It was your first time; he obviously didn’t expect you to be a pro, but what if it wasn’t good at all? What if he eventually lost any interest and hope in your sex life and scampered off to others?
Jongdae, taking your silence and the anxiety swept across your face as a bad sign, gently pulled himself up off his stomach and rolled beside you. Distributing his weight to his elbow, he softly ran his fingers along your jawline.
“I’ll be gentle. We can stop now, if you want.”
Your eyes landed on the bulge in his boxers. “I don’t think you’d be too happy about that.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Jongdae whispered, honestly. “This is to make you happy. Not having sex with you wouldn’t upset me.” He cupped your hands. “Do you want to do this?”
You nodded and silently gripped the hem of his boxers. He flattened himself as you drew the cloth down, watching you with loving eyes. Staring a little dazedly at his erection, you let his boxers fall to the floor. He was patient, waiting for you to make a move and when you finally did, he hissed with anticipation. You took him into your hand and began testing his pleasure with slow strokes. His head fell back against the pillow, his mouth slack and his eyes glazed. As he began to grow in your grasp, you bowed your head forward and took him into your mouth. A rich moan fell from his lips as your tongue slashed along the head, stroking the base with confident fingers.
“Jesus,” he husked.
He hauled himself up into a sitting position, his fingers running down your spine. Splaying his fingers between your ass cheeks, he petted you slowly, groaning at the vibrations of your moans that trembled around him. He repeated his movements from earlier, stretching you with two fingers.
“Your mouth feels so good, ” he grunted, withdrawing his wet fingers before slowly pushing them back in. You slowly began to bob your head, fondling his balls with your fingers.
“I want you inside of me,” you murmured around him.
Silently, he drew your mouth off of him and gently flipped you over, hovering over you. He warmed your lips with a comforting, gentle kiss, smoothing your hips.
“(Y/N),” he whispered.
“I’m ready, Jongdae,” you cupped his cheek. “I’m sure.”
He bobbed his head wordlessly, planting his hands on either side of your head. With one hand, he positioned himself, gazing at you intently all the while. You cupped his shoulders as he slowly, carefully pushed inside.
He stretched you gently with the head first. It was slightly uncomfortable, and thankfully you couldn’t sense a strong twinge of pain. Jongdae stared hard at you, looking so tense you nearly winced.
“I’m fine,” you quickly assured him. “I’m alright.”
He nodded, stooping to lap at your breasts and shoulders. After a few seconds, he nudged a little deeper, holding tightly on to you. The same feeling came and surpassed as he built a slow, gentle pace, making sure not to dive any further. Your gaze locked on Jongdae, focusing on his magnificent face, the chocolate pearls of his eyes, his smooth skin, his thin vermillion mouth, the long, sculpted throat. You were almost too distracted by staring that when he finally made to nudge his hips forward, you shuddered with surprise. Jongdae immediately stopped, withdrawing a little.
Oh no, you thought. He thinks he’s hurt me.
Jongdae’s mouth twisted with worry, his eyes wrung with pain.
You quickly kissed him, cupping his face. “I’m fine. I just…I got lost in my thoughts.”
“Oh,” he breathed, obviously relieved. “God, if I’d hurt you, I would’ve…”
“I’m alright. You can move.”
He nodded, guiding himself deeper inside of you. He buried his face in your neck as he set the pace, slow and deep. You gripped his back, sinking your teeth into your lower lip.
“God, you feel so good,” he grated, perspiration starting along his neck.
You moaned and held onto him as he swung his hips, gently rocking back and forth. Pleasure mounted your body with haste, pressing your hands against his hips, coaxing him to go deeper. Jongdae’s mouth found your breasts, sucking and lapping, his fingers reaching to pet your clit. The sudden movement of his hand made you gasp and you buried your face in his shoulder. Splaying your fingers across his ass, you hauled him deeper and his grunt of pleasure wafted into your ear. He distributed his weight to his elbows, snapping his hips a little harder, but not too much to harm you with his force.
You were getting close. Oh, so close. Jongdae’s fingers sped along your clit, wracking the bundle of skin with so much pleasure, your hips shamelessly bucked into him.
“I’m gonna cum,” he rasped. “I’m gonna cum for you.”
You nodded into his skin, letting him know you felt the same. The knot in your stomach pursed tight and then slowly, deeply, gloriously–fell. It felt like the world was shifting around you, like you were hurtling through empty space. The colors of the ceiling shifted and revolved and you remained suspended in your high, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt Jongdae falling with you and wondered if heaven felt just like this.
“Umpph,” Jongdae groaned against your skin. The last few tresses of ecstacy faded slowly as reality came screaming back. You properly peeled open your hooded eyes. You were staring at the ceiling, but you weren’t on the bed. The prickly, dense coat of carpet was warming your back.
Jongdae rose his head from your shoulder. His black locks were swept across his forehead and over his right eye, casting shadows along the skin. A jovial smile spread his mouth.
“W-We kinda fell off the bed.”
A laugh erupted from your chest as he hugged you close. “I thought I just came too hard, but…we were actually falling,” he sniggered. “Are you alright?” His eyebrows came together with worry.
You nodded, still shaking with laughter. “I’m alright.”
He rolled over beside you, splaying his arm across your stomach, smiling broadly. “That’s great.”
You kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his damp shoulder and letting his head fall against your chest.
“Was it good?” His gaze shifted up to meet yours.
You chuckled, pecking his nose. “What do you think?”
He smiled, sweetly kissing you back. “It was absolutely great for me.”
You smiled cheekily as he feathered kisses along your jawline. “So great, we can do it again?”
Jongdae grinned, playfully tugging you into his lap and searing your mouth with a long, hot kiss. “You bet.” He leveled your ass against his erection and slowly swept inside. You both moaned in concert at the feeling of him stretching you again.
“I’m gonna go slow the whole time this round,” he whispered, pecking your forehead. “I don’t want you getting sore. After this, I’ll have to pamper you.”
You chuckled, lightly squeezing his chest as he began to guide you up and down. “I love you, Jongdae.”
He slowly kissed your lips, as if transferring all the love pulsing through his soul into your mouth. “I love you too. Now ride me, baby.”

(please make this canon)
  • Can I have cocky Bakugou knowing that he’s fucking hot, and everyone hates him because he’s right 
  • Can I have Midoriya with large glasses with the cutest little wrinkle on his nose when he concentrates so hard that the glasses just slip right off his face and fall onto his book. Can I have him sigh in frustration but this time propping it up with his hand and burying it in his green hair that is also falling on his face ( he needed the glasses because he ruined his eyes from staying up too late reading and texting his friends about homework)
  • Can I have Iida gathering a workout squad (in UA dorms) that wake up at sunset to run around on the grounds if it’s nice, or in the gym, and he always plans out what they’d be focusing on so that they could all become better (and while Bakugou says it’s a burden to be around them, he still helps out)
  • Can I have Ochako and Kouda baking cookies in the oven, which brings everyone downstairs, because fuck does that smell like heaven
  • Can I have passive-aggressive caring Bakugou yelling at everyone to take care of themselves in a very angry but comical way
  • Can I have Midoriya going door-to-door to wake up anyone who had accidentally slept in after a long night of studying and homework
  • Can I have Shouji being a handyman of sorts because he’s just so damn good at using all of his arms, and everyone kind of just stares at him in awe when he changes the batteries to the fire alarm
  • Can I have Tsuyu bringing in plants that her parents and her siblings bought her, and the collection of plants getting so big in the common room that Aizawa just tells her to put up a garden on the roof of UA
  • Can I have platonic Todoroki and Momo creating an electric piano, so that while everyone is there, they play some classical music. Can I have the other students requesting songs of all types, like classical to pop to jazz, and the rooms are always filled with music and life.
  • Can I have photographer!Tooru, because while she can’t be seen and has given up on being in the pictures, she wants to take pictures of these moments with her friends and immortalize them on film. Can I have all the 1A students flocking her for a paper copy of the photos so that they can put it in their room, which eventually leads to just the photos being hung on the hallway walls
  • Can I have artist!Jirou, where she decides that her room needs a change and she paints a beautiful mural of the galaxy, and everyone freaks out when they realize that she used glow in the dark paint and it shines at night
  • Can I have an insomniac Tokoyami who spends most of his time at night looking at conspiracy theories and unsolved crimes (aye Buzzfeed Unsolved anybody?)
  • Can I have Bakusquad creating a video journal recording every day in the dorms with their friends, and it’s just a chaotic, good time
  • Can I have all the girls parading around the halls and the common room, holding a fashion show using both Aoyama and Momo’s closets to take clothes from.
  • Can I have Aoyama being the first to march around with a boa around his neck and sunglasses on his face as he directs the entire show
  • Can I have 1A having these huge movie nights and when All Might and Aizawa walk in to check on them inside of the common room and just see piles on piles of blankets and pillows scattered on the floor and on the couches as the class snores on, and so they just smile, shake their head, and vow to scold them in the morning (but spoiler alert: it never happens)
  • Can I have them watching crappy movies like Sharknado (along with other B-Grade movies) just because they like to laugh at how dumb it is. Can I have them also watching Marvel and DC as they all point out all the quirks that they would totally love to see in action. Can I have them shrieking when they find out that the newest releases stream on their tv too.
  • Can I have Sero being unexpectedly good at knitting, so Momo buys yarn and has her parents send her a package for Sero to make blankets, sweaters, hats, scarves, book bags and whatnot when 1A orders from him
  • Can I have Midoriya being a diplomat between 1A and 1B, and Kendou can’t help but smile at how earnest he is about trying to get everyone to cooperate with each other. Can I have Shinsou, who is a pretty influential person when he chooses to speak out, supports him wholeheartedly (although he was pretty skeptical about it at first)
  • Can I have Monoma frothing at the mouth when Midoriya invites them into 1A’s common room for baked goods (that the entire 1A worked on together to make peace, and even Bakugou was dragged in, grumbling the entire time). Can I have Monoma saying that “of course 1A has everything they want” and Testsutetsu walking up with a cookie stuffed in his mouth saying that their common rooms were the exact same, but the only reason they hadn’t decorated was because of how clumsy Monoma was (he blushes and runs away)
  • Can I have all the boys wearing glasses, because fuck, they would look super hot. Like damn
  • Can I have Kirishima and Kaminari pranking Mineta by sneakily taking the grape balls and tell Mineta that he’s going bald. Can I have Mineta moping around in his room saying that he’s never going to get a girl (in which Todoroki mumbles “not like you had huge chances in the first place) and Momo and Ochako eventually coming in and comforting him. (Mineta takes advantage of this and takes in the boob in his face hug)
  • Can I have Mario Kart tournaments every Thursday after classes and it just turns into a full-out war with everyone doing 1 vs 1 tournament style matches until a true champion can be crowned. Can I have them comically screaming at the screen and creating alliances. Can I have Bakugou being in denial when Midoriya ends up winning the first time they do it, and resolves to beat him the next time around (training at night for a straight week), which ends up paying off (while everyone just panics when the explosions starts)
  • Can I have sassy Todoroki and Bakugou getting into these dumb little contests as everyone cheers them on, because who said that there was a need to be a bigger person in these situations
  • Can I have Ojiro and Koda staring at all these crazy things that 1A does and wonder how exactly they got their in the first place (although they’re quite glad)
  • Can I have rare outings where the teacher accompany the class to a voted destination, whether it be the movie theater, or the mall, or the amusement park and even a beach, and while it’s super rare, even the teacher want to break out of the cage called UA
  • Can I have the Bakugou/Midoriya grudge grow into something more than the extreme rivalry. Can I have them become less of a dangerous chemical match that should never be together, but instead become a catalyst for something so much greater 
  • Can I have new friendships and tighter bonds as they grow into the role that they fit into within society and school
  • Can I have 1A just being so supportive of each other, and maturing into people that will and deserve to be the next generation of heroes

Can I have these students be the teenagers that they are and take a break from all the things that have been falling apart in their world. 

Can I have them happy, and carefree, and be able to smile, without worrying about their friends being kidnapped, or villains attacking their loved ones and innocent people, and to be able to have those moments that make them feel normal (and not in the ‘boring’ way). Sometimes even the extraordinary becomes restricting. 

Can I have them be able to taste the sweetness of ice cream before they need to spit out the taste of metallic blood from their mouth. 

Can I have the perfect, but short moments, where the pressure of being a hero can be ignored, just enough so that they can appreciate the time before they are thrust into a world full of terrible monsters and scarier situations where there are dead bodies on the streets and destruction is rampant. 

Can I have these beautiful, wonderful students not need to wake up with crippling nightmares and debilitating fears that may scar and follow them right from the get-go in their first year. 

Can I watch these students grow up and still have faith in the world and what it has to offer, even as they fight on the front lines and their own brain may chant that it is hopeless to wish for peace in this world.

But then again- you don’t always get what you want.

anonymous asked:

Director Sanvers + Maggie and Alex wooing Lucy bc her girlfriends are badass motorcycle chicks

… more like Alex wooing and Lucy blowing Maggie’s mind because Lucy rides too XD

When they agreed to meet in the middle of the desert, halfway between National City and the desert base, Alex may have forgotten to mention something very important to Maggie.

“You gonna tell me why we’re out here, Danvers?”

“We’re meeting Lucy.”

“In the middle of the desert?”

“You’ll see.”

Okay, so maybe she didn’t forget so much as want to see the look on Maggie’s face.

Because it was priceless.

Due to their schedules, Lucy had always met them in the city, had always arrived after Maggie and Alex, and always ridden with one of them back to Alex’s apartment. Most of the time, Lucy caught a ride with Vasquez or borrowed a DEO SUV.

So Maggie? Maggie had never seen Lucy riding solo.

Maggie had never seen the figure that Lucy made, leather-clad and leaning into every turn. And lean she did, taking her ridiculously expensive custom HP4 RACE dangerously low as she did a donut around them.

Lucy quit the theatrics to park in front of them, where she removed her helmet and shook her hair free. The last time Alex had seen that, she was being rescued from CADMUS.

Maggie never had.

Seeing Maggie’s jaw drop was absolutely worth withholding a little information.


Lucy’s smile was as dangerous as her turns, and as wicked as, well, Lucy. “You didn’t think you and Danvers were the only biker chicks in this relationship, didja? I thought you could detect, Detective.”

Maggie shot a defensive look at Alex. “You knew she could ride?”

“Please, I was her knight in shining kevlar.”

“After you sent me to CADMUS.”

“You sent her to CADMUS?”

Lucy winced. “I was following orders?”

Alex snorted. “Relax, Maggie. I mean it would have sucked because CADMUS got its start somewhere– as a scientific black ops agency.”

“So what you’re telling me is that she sent you to be dissected.”

“Thanks for helping, Danvers.” Lucy interrupted. “Lots of help. Alex knew I could ride because Kara and I rescued her and J’onn in transport by motorcycle.”

“You sent J’onn, too? “

“Technically her father sent him.”

“What the fuck, Lane?!”

“Do I have to get naked so we can get back to how hot I look on this thing? Because I’ll do it.”

Alex smirked. “Is that actually an option, Major?”

“Have you been good today, Agent?” Lucy purred.

“Give me a chance and I can be better.”

Maggie revved her engine. “Alright, alright, I get it. We here for a reason? Because Lane can and will get naked anywhere.”

“This is true,” Lucy agreed.

“Since I don’t have the exhibitionist streak you two do,” Alex clearly ignored the looks her girlfriends were giving her, “I brought you out here for a moonlit ride and a late night picnic.”

Lucy tilted her head, “And you think that’s not getting you laid under the moon?”

Alex rolled her eyes and shoved her helmet back over her head, taking off before either of them could make another smart ass comment.

Maggie and Lucy were hot on her heels, their bikes roaring into the night. Off the road and into the desert, tires kicking up dust behind them as they curved around sparse trees and rock formations. They rode for nearly an hour before Alex slowed to a stop near her favorite climbing rocks.

Battery powered candles decorated the base of the rocks, pillows scattered over a series of thick blankets, a cooler and a picnic basket set off to one side.

Sometimes having a superhero for a sister came in handy.

Almost as one, they removed their helmets again, all three shaking dark hair out of their eyes.

Alex dismounted first, hooking her helmet off the handlebars and heading towards it. “You two coming?”

“Not yet,” Maggie murmured.

“Mmmm Alex first,” Lucy agreed.

It turned out Lucy Lane wasn’t the only one willing to get naked under the stars.  

Slumber Party

A story for @piinaple. I hope this fulfills your Loki wishes love. This is a Loki x Reader with prompts 26 and 33. Thank for for your support on my other Loki post. You guys went absolutely crazy for it. I hope you guys like this one just as much.  

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“Loki please?” I begged giving my best puppy eyes. The demi god turned from his book and faced me. “Will saying yes get you to leave me alone?” He sighed. “Yep” I replied popping the P at the end. “Then yes I will have a slumber party with you tonight.” I skipped around the chair he was sitting in. “Yay! See you tonight at 8pm! Wear your pajamas” I yelled before dashing from the room.

I was dressed In my favorite sweatpants and a comfy grey top when I heard a knock at my door. “Come in” I said with a smile. Loki walked in wearing loose olive green pants, and a matching top. His eyes darted around the room at the set up I had created. Blankets and pillows were scattered around the floor in front of the TV. Loki walked in taking care to not step on the blankets as he made his way over to me. “What shall we do first?” He asked with a sigh. “Face masks!” I said holding up a tube of blue cream. Loki’s brow crinkled. “What is a face mask.” “Sit down and I’ll show you.” Loki sat on a pillow at my feet watching Frozen play on the TV, as I began to apply the face mask. “Don’t get it in my hair.” He said his eyes still trained on the TV. “I won’t” I said as I covered his chin.“ His tongue darted out to wet his lips, but he got some of the face mask. “Can I eat it?” Loki said looking at me. “No” I giggled. “Are you sure?” He asked curiously. “It tastes rather good.” He wiped some more off his chin and licked it. “Loki stop that!” I said. “It’s not good for you!” A small smirk appeared on his face as he dragged his hand down my face, smearing the face mask into my skin. “Loki!” I giggled. He turned back towards the TV, satisfied until I smeared some of it on his neck. “(Y/N) don’t start a war with me.” He warned, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Can I brush your hair?” I asked. “If you must” Loki said, his focus back on Elsa. I grabbed a brush and began combing through his dark locks. “(Y/N), is this movie a true story? ” He asked quietly. “No. Its made up.” I responded. I looked up from Loki’s braid to see Elsa creating her ice castle. “They should have cast you in it instead.” I joked, as Elsa sung The cold never bothered me anyway. A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he said “I would have never sung.” I laughed tying off his braid.

“I bet I could get you to sing.” I joked. Loki turned fully to face me. His face mask had dried bright blue and with his hair in a braid, it was hard to take him seriously as he glared at me.  "Let it go, let it go!“ I sang throwing my hands around pretending to shoot ice. Loki smiled as he watched me. “No right, no wrong, no rules for me! Im free!” I sung loudly throwing my hands up to the celling. I yelped as powdered snow exploded from thin air and drifted down. “Loki!” I yelled. He was on the ground laughing. “You scared me.” I said gently kicking him with my foot. “My apologies (Y/N).” he said. Loki buried his face in the snow as I tired to contain it to one area. “Loki can you make it stop snowing please. Tony will kill you if this melts.” Loki pulled his face out of the snow. His face mask had washed off and his skin was slightly pink from the cold. He looked up towards the celling and the snow stopped. “Thank you.” I sighed. “For the record, Tony Stark tried to kill me on multiple occasions and he failed.” Loki said smugly.

I laughed as I stuck my head into the snow to wash off the face mask Loki had smeared on me. When I came up, Loki vanished the snow, but the cold temperature was still present. “I guess our slumber party’s over.” I said climbing into bed for warmth. Loki’s face seemed to fall as he said “Thank you for a fun night (Y/N).” He started to walk to the door. “Wait” I said. “Will you sleep with me?” Loki raised his eyebrows. “Sleep with you?” he asked. “Not that kind.” I said rolling my eyes. “Like, will you stay with me for the night.” Loki climbed into bed with me. “Just for the night (Y/N)” he said softly making himself comfortable.

Just A Little Fun

Characters: Sister!reader, Sam, Dean, mentions of John, mentions of Bobby

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: None

Words Count: 1674

Prompt: #1: Scary Movies #2: The Shining

A/N: Hey my people, this is yet another Halloween fic. This one is for @winchesters-favorite-girl 31 Days of Halloween Challenge and @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Karissa’s Halloween Movie Night Challenge. So, I hope you enjoy, like, comment, reblog.


*Let me know if you wanna be tagged

Reader and Sam are 5 yrs old

Dean is 9 yrs old

It was Halloween night and John had left you all in a musty motel room to go on a hunt leaving Dean in charge. John had ordered that Dean not leave the room under any circumstances other than to make sure that you all had something to eat and went on his way, leaving the three of you to fend for yourselves. Dean saw the sad look in both of your eyes when you realized that you wouldn’t be allowed to go trick-or-treating like you had been buzzing about for weeks.

You had even gone as far as making costumes the last time you were at Bobby’s. Costumes that the two of you refused to let either Dean or anyone else in on. So, he felt really bad about having to be the one to relay the news to the two of you, especially when he could see you trying your best to hold back your tears.

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  • He would make so many snacks for you both
  • Probably uses his flames for the popcorn
  • He makes you build a blanket fort with him before you watch any films
  • There’s a cardboard sign on the outside that says ‘No Yukio Allowed’
  • He can’t get into the room anyway because of all the blankets
  • So many pillows scattered around everywhere
  • Just to make sure that you’re comfortable enough 
  • 687656543 pictures of the fort because he’s proud 

Horror Movie - Despite the fact that this adorable bean is the son of Satan and he has witnessed many things, Rin would be absolutely terrified whilst watching scary films. He’d occasionally nuzzle into your neck when he suspects something bad is going to happen. ‘I’m not scared Y/N but could come closer to me?’ Though at the end of the movie he’d say that he only did that because he was worried that you were scared.

Chick Flick - Whenever he’s alone he secretly watches them anyway but he doesn’t tell you that and pretends he doesn’t know anything about the movie you put on. His favorite is ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days’. He’d laugh all the way through the movie and would shyly ask you questions like ‘do you wish we met like that?’ or ‘should I take notes?’.

Disney Movie - He hasn’t watched many of these before and he doesn’t really enjoy them but if you wanted to watch it he would. He’d awkwardly compare you to the princesses in the films and would tell you how he’s definitely the best prince.

Marvel Movie - He would be really happy to watch any Marvel film with you. His favorite is ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ because of how funny he thinks it is. He accidentally breaks the fort during one of the fighting scenes because he was really hyped up because of it. 

Sad Movie - Make sure you prepare at least 100 boxes of tissues because he’s definitely going to cry way more than you will. He would cuddle up real close to you and hold onto you real tight whenever he feels like hes going to cry adorable little sniffles. 

Baby Girl: Chapter 5

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Author: Kaminari Ozora

Genre: Humor/ Friendship/ Romance

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Chapter 5: The Semi-Truth

Sasuke made his way down to his kitchen where Kakashi and Naruto was. He saw Kakashi sitting on the high chair by the counter while Naruto washed the dishes. He started shaking his head towards Naruto who was still nursing his bleeding nose.

“Really, Naruto?” Sasuke muttered. “A nosebleed from a child’s butt?” he asked, relatively amused.

“Uhh, correction, Teme…It’s Sakura’s child butt. That’s still something.” Naruto clarified.

Sasuke padded his way through one of the cabinets and brought out cups and a bottle of sake. He set them on the table in front of the serious and quiet Kakashi. Without saying anything, Sasuke poured himself a drink and gulped it in one shot. Naruto joined them after returning the last of the plate in its cabinet.

“You really needed that, huh?” Naruto asked. The raven-haired ninja only nodded and took his high chair on the counter. Sasuke turned to Kakashi as Naruto poured them their round of drinks.

“So, what is it that we need to talk about?” he asked. Kakashi looked at Sasuke and Naruto, and sighed. The silver-haired shinobi started relaying to them the information he received from the Hokage earlier that day.

“Kakashi,” Tsunade called. “We have to talk about Sakura’s condition.”

Kakashi’s visible eye narrowed at the Hokage’s words. He remained silent, anticipating for the worst he could hear.

“First of all,” the Godaime started, “I gave your original mission to another squad, and as for the retrieval of the scroll, I gave that duty to Shikamaru’s team after all of you left for Ichiraku’s” She explained.

“How long will the retrieval mission last?” Kakashi asked.

“I gave them an ultimatum of 5 days to retrieve the scroll.” Tsunade responded.

“And what if they can’t make it back in 5 days?” Kakashi asked again.

“Then…” the silver-haired shinobi saw the Hokage clench her fist under her chin. “Then Sakura may disappear.” Kakashi remained stoic, not letting one bit of emotion out.

“Is there no other way?” he asked, to which the Godaime visibly slumped her shoulders and shook her head.

“There is. But as I’ve said earlier. It was grandpa Senju who transformed me back. At that time, I’ve reached my final transformation, that’s why I can’t remember anything.” Tsunade explained.

“Final transformation?” Kakashi inquired, Tsunade sighed once more.

“Considering Sakura’s current state, she has a few more transformations left. Approximately, two.” Kakashi listened intently to what the Godaime was saying. “However, once she reaches her infant-stage, her clock will start ticking until eventually she’ll disappear. She can’t get any younger after her last transformation.”

“Then what’s the ‘other’ way?” Kakashi asked.

“Sakura doesn’t disappear.” Tsunade said. “But, she remains an infant and she will go through the normal process of growing up.”

“You mean puberty all over again?!” Naruto asked, taken aback by what he heard. Kakashi nodded.

“That’s if she doesn’t disappear.” Kakashi added.

“How do we know one way from the other?” Sasuke asked.

“Today is the first day of the count down. The Godaime doesn’t know when her next transformation would exactly take place, but she knows it’s near…” Kakashi said as he started reminiscing the words of the Godaime. 

“And in two or three days time, Sakura will take her final transformation. The next 24 hours after she reaches her infant-stage is the most crucial. Shikamaru’s team should be heading back by that time and the Godaime presumed that they’d be here before the end of the fifth day so she could transform Sakura back.” Kakashi further explained.

“What if they don’t make it?” Naruto inquired.

“If for some unknown reason, they can’t make it back. There’s a fifty percent chance of Sakura disappearing. As the Godaime said, she can’t get any younger after her final transformation.” Dread was apparent in his voice. “But If Sakura survives it for another 24 hours without transforming further. That means, her body is changing to take the long process of growing up.”

“Then, shouldn’t we be the ones retrieving the scroll? I mean, Sasuke could simply teleport us back and forth, right?” Naruto demanded, his voice filled with exasperation. Sasuke only sat silently, his mind lost in the cup-filled sake he was holding.

“That’s what I told the Godaime, but she strongly refused the idea. She said it was important for Sakura to be left with people she knew and whom she’s familiar with.” Kakashi momentarily stopped, as he swirled the sake in his cup then put it down. He spoke again, “Because right at this moment, her memories are slowly starting to disappear…that’s why she’s acting like her age more and more.”

“That’s…that’s terrible.” Naruto whispered. “Would she really forget about us?” Kakashi only shrugged his shoulders, not really sure about the answer.

“S-should we tell her?” Naruto asked, as he dunked his shot of sake. Kakashi shook his head.

The three ninjas remained silent as they let the weight of the information sink in. 

Sasuke was still wondering how Kakashi drank his sake despite his masked face but that’s already beside the point. They’ve already finished half of the bottle when Sasuke spoke.

“I’m heading to bed.”

“Yeah, me too.” Naruto added. “Sakura really drained the shit out of me, but I’d rather have something like this every single day than letting her disappear.”

All of them nodded as they eventually dispersed to get to their own rooms in the Uchiha manor.

After reaching the privacy of his own room, Sasuke decided to take a cold shower, wanting to dispel the stress of the day. As he leaned himself into the cold stream of water, he can’t help but think about Kakashi’s words.

Sasuke clenched his fist at the very thought of Sakura disappearing, but eventually loosened his grip realizing that he couldn’t do anything about it, because he wasn’t familiar with the jutsu. He could only hope for the best.

He trailed his way to his bed and laid his head on his pillow. He took a deep calming breath and sighed as he let the sake work its magic, helping him get to sleep.

It was way past bed time when Shizune walked through the door of the Hokage’s office. She let out a frustrated sigh seeing her master drinking directly on a bottle of sake.

“Oh c'mon Shizune, you know I need this sake right now.” Tsunade chided.

“Fine. But did you really have to put it that way to Kakashi?” Shizune asked.

“What do you mean?” Tsunade looked at her assistant.

“Didn’t you just lie to Kakashi? To his team?” Shizune accused, reminding Tsunade of her conversation with Kakashi earlier that day.

“I didn’t lie to Kakashi.” Tsunade denied her assistant’s accusation. “What I said was true. Sakura might indeed disappear, or if not, she gets to grow up one more time.”

“But you didn’t tell him everything.” Shizune stated.

“They’ll figure it out sooner or later.” Tsunade looked outside her office window and stared at the crescent moon as she drank her bottle of sake. A small frown was visible on her forehead. 'Should I really have told him instead?’ Tsunade thought, still contemplating on her actions that day.

Sasuke stirred in his bed and fluttered his eyes open. His room was pitch black until his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

'What’s that?’ he asked himself. He heard a high pitched crying coming from Sakura’s room.

He looked at the digital clock in his bedside table. It was five minutes past three in the morning. He listened again, thinking that maybe it was a dream, but the crying didn’t stop.

Sasuke forced himself to get off his bed and walked his way through the door. When he opened it, an equally sleepy-looking Kakashi, still with his mask on but without his hitai-ate was standing outside his own bedroom door, opposite his room, and when Sasuke looked back, a disheveled Naruto was walking towards them.

“What is it now?” Naruto yawned. The three of them were forced to walk to Sakura’s room when her wails got louder.

Sasuke pushed the door and switched the lights on and saw a distressed Sakura on the floor. The bawling little ninja was flat on her chest. Her hair was a mess, her shirt was rolled up revealing her diapered butt, and all her pillows fell off the bed and she was clearly fighting with her blanket which was tangled and wrapped around her.

The three ninjas immediately went to panic mode when they realized that little Sakura fell of the bed.

This time, it was Sasuke who made the first move and immediately swept the pink-haired kunoichi to his arms, checking her for any signs of injury. He relaxed a bit when he saw none but Sakura refused to calm down, which made him go into panic mode again.

Sasuke turned swiftly to his former sensei, clearly lost on what to do. Fortunately, Kakashi immediately got the message and lifted Sakura off Sasuke’s arms, while Naruto started picking up the scattered pillows that fell off.

Sasuke, on the other hand, watched Kakashi as he made the distraught little ninja calm down.

The silver-haired shinobi rubbed her back and wiped her tears, rocking Sakura from side to side as he nuzzled the tip of his nose to her cheek. He would continuously whisper calming words to her ears, and that’s when Sasuke realized, that Kakashi was softly humming which made Sakura calm down eventually. Her green orbs slowly shutting to a close, until finally she was already submerged in a deep slumber.

“You’re really amazing Kakashi.” Naruto whispered, so as not to wake their sleeping teammate. “You’re like the baby whisperer.” He smiled as Kakashi continued to gently cradle Sakura.

Naruto was able to return all the pillows on Sakura’s bed, while Sasuke folded her blanket.

Naruto plopped himself at the foot of Sakura’s bed, taking a pillow for himself, and thankful for the bed frame which prevented him from falling over the edge.

“I think we should stay with her tonight, Teme.” Naruto called to Sasuke. “I mean, this bed is way too big for her and yet she still managed to let herself fall on the floor. That’s going to hurt in the morning, I’m sure.” He continued. “But right now, I think we deserve some sleep as well, and I’ll be perfectly fine right here.” Naruto tapped his space at the foot of the bed, settling himself horizontally and went to sleep straight away.

“Naruto’s right. We should stay with Sakura from here on out.” Kakashi commented.

He went to the other side of the bed and laid little Sakura’s sleeping form in the middle. He took the space on the kunoichi’s left, leaving Sasuke the space on her right. Sasuke eventually followed and laid himself on Sakura’s bed.

They looked like they formed a human barricade which surrounded Sakura, but Sasuke realized that this may be for the best.

It’s quite understandable that they were all fiercely protective of Sakura. It didn’t even matter that she’s equally as strong as they are now; because the truth is, aside from being the only female of the group, she was really the only one who kept the team together, so the three of them silently vowed to protect her for the rest of their lives. That was the thought Sasuke had on his head before he finally fell asleep.

Sasuke woke up with the feeling of somebody poking his cheek. When he cracked is one eye open, he saw Sakura smiling down at him. Sasuke registered his surroundings and realized that the sun hasn’t come up yet. Naruto was snoring at the foot of the bed while Kakashi had turned sideways, his back on them.

Sasuke enclosed Sakura in a relatively tight embrace. “Sakura, go back to sleep. It’s still so early.” He whispered, and the poking instantly stopped.

The second time Sasuke opened his eyes, the sun had already gone up. It was 7 in the morning and the sunlight had slipped its rays past the curtains of Sakura’s room so he covered his eyes with his right arm to block the brightness. 

He ran his other hand at the center of the bed when he felt soft cotton sheets and nothing more. He ran his hand one more time, intent on searching for something when he realized that what he was searching for was already gone.

He abruptly sat up and travelled his gaze around his surroundings.

Kakashi and Naruto were still fast asleep but there was no sign of Sakura anywhere inside the room. He abruptly stood up and peered inside the bathroom but the little ninja wasn’t there. He immediately shook both ninjas awake and announced that Sakura was missing.

“She’s probably in the bathroom.” Naruto mumbled, his words were still a slur as he forced himself to wake up.

“I checked the bathroom, she’s not there.” Sasuke, who was now wide awake chided on Naruto.

“Sasuke, did you purposely left the door open last night?” Kakashi asked.

“Uhh, yeah. So that light from the hallway would seep through…shit.” He muttered under his breath, realizing what Kakashi was trying to say.

“Oh no. Don’t tell me this is going to be another round of the bubble butt incident? It’s still so early! I still need my coffee.” Naruto complained.

“Let’s just head out and find her.” Sasuke ordered.

“I’ll go and make coffee.” Kakashi offered.

They went their separate ways at the foot of the stairs. Kakashi heading to the kitchen, while Naruto and Sasuke searched for Sakura.

“Sakura? Sakura? Where are you?” Naruto called, when something caught Sasuke’s eyes. He swiftly moved forward and picked the object up.

“Is that…is that Sakura’s diaper?” Naruto asked, dumbfounded, Sasuke didn’t reply to something that was so obvious. They found it on the floor of the main compound going to the garden. Was Sakura in the garden? Sasuke hoped that he was right.

As they turned their way towards the vast Uchiha lawn, Sasuke abruptly stopped on his tracks to which Naruto bumped on him.

“Hey! What’s with the sudden halt, Teme?” Sasuke pointed at Sakura who was half-submerged in the pond water.

“Be really quiet Naruto.” Sasuke whispered. “We can’t afford to startle Sakura. There’s a part in that pond that goes deeper. One false move and she slips and drowns.”

Naruto nodded his head in agreement. So they quietly approached the pink-haired ninja who had her back on them. When they got closer, Sasuke saw that Sakura was trying to catch a koi fish swimming around her.

“Sakura,” Sasuke gently called her name.

She turned her head and beamed when she saw Naruto and Sasuke. As their eyes settled on the sight before them, the two ninjas couldn’t help but hold their breaths as they looked at Sakura.

“I’m pwaying with the fishies!” She exclaimed excitedly. Sasuke immediately grabbed her out of the fishpond and stared intensely at her, confirming his thoughts.

“Oy, Teme. D-did Sakura just shrink further?” Naruto asked.

“Sasuke, Naruto.” Kakashi called. He brought a tray of coffee with him, but almost dropped everything on the floor when his eyes narrowed on the much younger version of Sakura.

“Okay young lady. It’s time to take a bath.” Sasuke told Sakura, as they padded their way to the bathroom of the main wing.

Naruto brought a cup of coffee with him, Kakashi had his too. Both wanting the relief brought by coffee because of the stress brought by Sakura’s fast-paced transformation.

“We should report this to Grandma.” Naruto stated.

“We’ll do that after she takes a bath, and after we’ve had ours.” Sasuke responded, setting Sakura down on the closed lid of the toilet.

Kakashi tested the temperature of the water in the tub while Naruto poured contents of Sakura’s shower gel in it.

“How should we bathe her?” Naruto asked. Slightly blushing at the thought. “I think it’s best if we just put her in there with her clothes on.”

“Or we could wrap her with towel, then remove her clothes.” Kakashi added.

But even before the three could decide what to do with her, the little ninja stripped her clothes and jumped in the water sending splashes of it towards Naruto, Sasuke and Kakashi.

“Weeeeee!” the butt naked, pink haired shinobi squealed. The three of them blushed lightly.

“And here I thought that having a daughter would be a lot easier than having a son.” Naruto muttered under his breath.

“Now we know better.” Sasuke commented back. The three of them nodded in agreement and sighed as they watched Sakura play with the bubbles in the tub.

After Sakura’s bath, Sasuke started rummaging for his old genin t-shirts which Sakura could use because her clothes at the moment became extra big for her due to her new transformation. He also searched for his toddler shoes which he knew he kept when he did a house cleaning one time, and found the small pair resting in one corner of the east wing.

After they’ve prepped Sakura up, forcing her to wear her diapers again, and after all of them had taken their turns in taking a shower, the adult shinobis decided to have their breakfast outside so they could report to the Hokage straightaway.

They found themselves in one of Sakura’s favorite restaurants and settled on a table outside the cozy infrastructure. One of the servers of the restaurant brought a baby chair for Sakura to sit on after seeing the Uchiha crest at the back of her shirt. When he went back in, Kakashi whispered to his group, most of which were directed to Sakura.

“Sakura, since we’re outside, would you like to be Momo-chan again?” Kakashi asked, hoping the little girl still understands. To his surprise, Sakura nodded and answered back.

“Okay sensei! I’ll be Momo-chan as long as we’re out!”

One female servant went to them and asked for their orders, swiftly taking notes as the three adult shinobis placed their requests.

“And what about you little lady?” the female servant smiled at Sakura.

“You’re really pretty.” Sakura expressed.

The female servant visibly blushed, obviously delighted at what the young ninja said. She then asked what the pink-haired girl wanted to order and Sakura said that she wanted dangos.

The servant excused herself and several minutes later, she came out with their orders. Japanese curry for Naruto, donburi for Sasuke and gyudon for Kakashi.

“And this one, young lady…is on the house.” The waitress told her as she placed a plate containing five sticks of dango in front of Sakura.

“Does that mean that ours is on the house too?” Naruto excitedly inquired.

“No, sir. You’re going to have to pay for that.” The female servant smiled at Naruto.

“You pay!” Sakura pointed at him, imitating what the server said before excusing herself once more. Sasuke inwardly smirked. 'It’s finally payback.’ He thought.

“You heard the kid, Naruto. You’re going to pay for our meals. Isn’t that right, Momo-chan?” Kakashi mocked, the little ninja nodded.

“It must be nice to get everything for free.” Naruto commented as she watched Sakura nibble the food in front of her. Then he leaned over to where Sakura was seated and started to whisper. Sasuke merely observed them and ate in silence.

“Hey, the next time we’re out on a restaurant, point to Kakashi over there so he’d be the one to pay for our meals, okay?” Kakashi simply smiled, amused at his former student’s antics.

Sasuke noticed that Sakura had difficulty eating her dangos, so he started removing the dumplings one by one and sliced them in half. Sakura murmured her thanks and continued eating.

After they’ve eaten their breakfasts, Naruto held Sakura as they took their way to the Hokage’s office when Naruto heard somebody calling out to them. When he turned his head, he saw Hinata sitting on a bench in the park. She was with her teammates, Kiba and Shino.

“Remember, dobe. Sakura is Momo-chan right now.” Sasuke whispered and the blonde haired ninja nodded as they all approached to where the other team was seated. Hinata and her group were clearly having a snack.

“Hey! Long time no see, Hinata!” Naruto greeted.

“H-hey, Naruto, long time no see. We just came back from a mission.” The Hyuuga girl softly stated.

“Hm, who’s this little chic right here?” Kiba asked as Akamaru started showing interest on Sakura by sniffing the girl in Naruto’s arms. The little ninja hovered her finger to her lips, signaling Akamaru to stay quiet then poked the huge ninken on the nose and giggled.

“Oh, this is Momo-chan. Sakura’s distant cousin.” Naruto said.

“I didn’t know Sakura had a distant cousin, but that explains why they look so much alike. I thought for one moment though that she’s your kid Sasuke, because she has your symbol on her back.” Kiba retorted.

“Well, that’s because her clothes are all in the laundry, that’s why!” Naruto exclaimed, to the rescue.

“C-can I carry her, Naruto?” Hinata asked.

The blonde ninja nodded and settled Sakura on Hinata’s lap. The little ninja immediately grabbed Hinata’s boobs which startled all the boys surrounding them.

“You’re soft.” Sakura exclaimed as she nuzzled her cheek on Hinata’s breasts and giggled. The Hyuuga girl only blushed while all of them tried their best not to stare.

“Well, at least somebody knows how to tell the truth.” Shino commented.

“Where’s Sakura anyway?” Kiba asked.

“She’s sick.” Sasuke answered abruptly.

“Then we should visit her and bring her some get-well-soon gifts.” Hinata remarked softly.

“No!” Naruto’s sudden outburst startled Hinata and her group. “I—I mean; her sickness is quite contagious that’s why she’s not allowed to have visitors.” Naruto rapidly added.

“Is she at the hospital?” Hinata asked.

“No. She’s at her apartment.” Sasuke casually answered.

“Well, that’s weird. She’s a medical ninja right? Can’t she just heal herself?” Kiba asked. This time, it was Kakashi’s turn to speak.

“Her illness is consuming large amounts of her chakra. That’s why she’s stuck to traditional treatments at the moment.”

“That’s dangerous.” Hinata remarked. A worried expression was plastered on her face.

“She’s okay now. The Lady Hokage has stabilized her condition.” Kakashi added.

“O-oh, okay. That’s a relief then.” Hinata mumbled, smiling.

“Where are you headed, Hinata? We’re actually going to the Hokage’s office.” Naruto asked.

“W-we’re actually headed there too.” The Hyuuga blushed at the thought that she and Naruto would be going the same way. “We have to submit our report. W-we should all go together then.” She stated, as she stood up, still carrying little Sakura on her arms.

“All right! The more the merrier!” Naruto exclaimed.

“Oh, geez. You’re still really hyperactive, huh?” Kiba commented as they walked their way towards the huge tower.

“Hinata?” Sakura whispered. Hinata looked down at the little ninja’s big, green eyes.

“Y-yes, Momo-chan?” she asked, blushing at how cute and innocent the little girl looked.

“I wanna ride Akamaru!” the pink-haired ninja shouted, to which the huge ninken barked in agreement.

Kiba wondered how the child knew of Akamaru’s name, but dismissed the thought eventually, thinking that maybe he called his ninken’s name a while back and the little girl heard.

“Huh? B-but isn’t that dangerous?” Hinata looked at Naruto, Sasuke, and Kakashi, silently asking for help on what she should do.

“It’s okay Hinata. I’m sure Akamaru could take care of her.” Kiba stated. “And if she falls, I’ll get to finally face the Uchiha for soiling his crest that Momo-chan is wearing.” he grinned. Sasuke only sternly looked at the male from the Inuzuka clan.

“Go on Hinata, I’m sure Momo-chan would be fine.” Kakashi encouraged.

“O-okay, then. Be careful Momo-chan.” Hinata told Sakura as she gently lowered her on Akamaru’s back. The little ninja squealed with delight as she embraced Akamaru’s neck.

“Go, horsie, horsie!” the little ninja pointed onwards.

“Hey! Akamaru is not a horse!” Kiba snapped to which Sakura only giggled. Her three teammates were actually containing their own smirks too at what the little ninja said.

“Oh, give it up Kiba, she’s just a child.” Shino commented, when he noticed that Sakura’s attention was following a white butterfly ahead of them. Shino made an imperceptible motion, ordering the butterfly to come closer.

“Momo-chan,” he called the little girl’s attention.

Sakura looked at Shino while still holding onto Akamaru’s back. “Hold out your hand.” He said. The little ninja complied and lifted her right hand, palm up.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes, perfect.” Shino lauded the girl’s sharp intake of instructions and finally motioned for the butterfly to settle on her hand.

Sakura’s eyes widened as she stared at the white butterfly, gently flapping its wings on her hand.

“Who has a camera? Who the fuck has a camera! We need to document this moment right now!” Naruto demanded to which he got a reprimanding look from Hinata.

“Watch your language, Naruto.” She silently scolded at the blonde ninja.

“I have one.” Shino brought out his camera phone and snapped several shots of Sakura.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Naruto stepped back to walk alongside Shino so he could see the pictures. He was also followed by Hinata, Kiba, Sasuke and Kakashi to peer over the phone.

“Hey, those are great shots!” Kiba exclaimed.

“Yeah, Momo-chan looks so cute!” Hinata agreed.

“Hey, Sasuke.” Kiba called. “Don’t you picture Momo-chan being your child with Sakura?” all the ninjas stood back and looked at the Uchiha, who slightly blushed at the comment.

“Yeah, I bet that’s how Sasuke’s daughter would look…” Naruto commented, putting an arm over Sasuke’s shoulder. “But probably, their daughter would have dark hair, you know…Uchiha genes and all.” All of them nodded at the same time, trying to picture a dark-haired Momo-chan.

“Uhh, speaking of which, where’s Momo-chan?” the blonde ninja eventually asked.

All of them went into panic mode when they couldn’t find the little ninja but visibly calmed down when they heard Akamaru’s bark from a distance. The huge ninken with the girl on its back trailed forward while they were busy looking at the pictures a while back. They all sighed in relief.

“I swear to god, Inuzuka. If something happens to that girl, I will personally gut you myself.” Sasuke threatened under his breath.

“Oh relax, Sasuke. Momo-chan will be fine. She’s with Akamaru anyway.” Kiba assured him, but deep inside he knew that the Uchiha’s threat to his life was real. He sighed when they started walking once again towards the Hokage’s Tower.

AN: *Wipes a sweat bead on the forehead* Phew. I believe that this is the longest chapter I’ve written so far *inhales, then exhales.* 

Anyway, I still also would like to thank my readers for [your] continuous support on this story. Let us all be patient for the next updates! See you all again soon! Keep sending your lovely reviews/comments or hit like/reblog! :)

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Cat and Mouse

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Pairing: Sam x Reader (with a little bit of everybody)

Summary: This is sort of a continuation of the request by @cupcakequeen1999 titled Savior, but you could totally read this on its own. 

A/N: I know I’m a terrible person and writer, this took so long to do because I had a massive writer’s block and I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but this is the closest thing I could do to your original ask, I really hope you like it! 

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