sigh i miss this lovely city

Speed Date (W/Kenny Omega)

Originally posted by toosweetme

This is a new short series I’m starting based on an idea from @waynscastle thank you for this marvelous idea <3 They’re going to be short because it’s all about speed dating and I might end it with a longer story where the reader picks one of the guys and goes on an actual date. I’m not sure yet but anyway, enjoy speed dating with wrestlers lol. I have three guys already planned but I need five more to do so if you have someone you want to see in this, let me know.

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Summary: You’re an old acquaintance of Barry Allen and The Flash’s enemy, but when you’re together you’re way more than that. You’re struggling with your evilness and Barry wants to help. Will you let him?

Requested by Anonymous: The reader is a metahuman and she meets The Flash and beats him up but he ends up falling in love with them and the reader is really someone he knows.

Requested by Anonymous: The reader is a villain and she and The Flash have history and they flirt with each other and make out whenever they meet.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1967

A/N: My hand slipped and I went to a smutty side! It’s the first time I write something like this so is not too good. What do you think? I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you’d like more stories like this :) 

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Biscuits and Gravy

Characters: modernau!husband!Bones x Reader

Summary: bones is overwhelmed at work and you give him a little bit of home

Warnings: like one f word, fluffy fluff, gets a little steamy at the end

A/N: just a little something that i wanted to write; modern au! i think someone posted something about wanting more star trek modern au, and it just stuck with me. if y’all like it i’m definitely up for writing more parts; i’ve got great ideas for the other characters, too! also i’m avoiding always part 3. sorry. not sorry

Word Count: 2553 (yikes)

@outside-the-government you might like this? I dk.  let me know if you don’t want to be tagged lol

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Prim And Proper (Part 2)

Summary: It seemed unlikely, but [Y/N] and Steve quickly become close friends… until something happens, and [Y/N] has to deal with her feelings for Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1981

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/N: read part 1 here or via my Masterlist.

Originally posted by everyartistwas-firstanamateur

Chapter 2: This Thing Called Jealousy.

It was not until he brought Sharon around one day, his girlfriend, when [Y/N] experienced a new emotion around Steve, and realized an undeniable truth. No matter how much she did try to refute it - first to herself and then to Wanda who had read her feelings. There really was no denying it: she was jealous of Sharon. She seemed like an amiable girl, and had taken an interest in [Y/N], especially once she noted how important [Y/N] had become in Steve’s life.

[Y/N] tried to find a comfortable position on the couch in the common room as she was scrolling on her phone, only to tap on it every now and then when she read or saw a post she loved on tumblr, when Steve walked in with his girlfriend. She thoroughly enjoyed spending hours of her time on the Internet, going through her dashboard and favorite tags. She often received confused looks from observers (known as her roommates) when she would suddenly burst out in laughter over something funny she saw. They must think of me as very weird, she thought amusedly. Her head moved up when she noticed the unexpected guest, and [Y/N] sat up straight abruptly and put down her phone.  

“Hey there, [Y/N].” Steve walked up to her with a smile.

“Oh, hi.” She repressed a yawn. Guess I was a bit too comfortable.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. This is Sharon.”

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Would You Still- Adrinette Month Day One

It’s an idle question, on the roof of a building, as the sun rises. Curiosity, maybe, although she knows what he’ll say.

“If I wasn’t Ladybug, would you still love me?”

“Of course I would,” he laughs. “You’d still be my Lady. You’re my other half. We were made for each other, mask or no mask.”

She grins, and grabs his hand tightly. “Do you promise, Chaton?”

“I promise.” He winks. “Race you to the Eiffel?”

She shakes her head, leaping to her feet. “You’re on.”

She wins the race, as usual, and he laughs, bowing to her. “You’re the best, what can I say?”

“Say you love me.”

“I love you more than the stars.”

She believes him.

They’re sitting on her balcony and she’s watering the flowers.

“You’re so beautiful in the sunlight, like that,” he tells her. “I love you so much…”

“If I wasn’t beautiful, would you still love me?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Of course I would,” he smiles. “But you could never be less than beautiful, Marinette. You shine. You’re caring, and kind, and strong. You will always be beautiful.”

“If I wasn’t though?” she presses.“

He shrugs. "I love you, Princess. The way you look is nice, but it’s you that I love,” he says, and he strokes her face gently.

She believes him.

They sit in school, in the library.

“What are you drawing?” he asks, peering over at her sketchbook.

“I’m drawing you, so sit still!” she laughs.

“You draw really well, Marinette.”

She raises an eyebrow. “If I couldn’t-?”

“Of course I would,” he cuts her off. “Honestly, Marinette, how many times do I have to say I’ll love you no matter what for you to believe me?”

She bites her lip, looking down. “I’m sorry… I’m being stupid.”

He shakes his head. “No, not stupid. But you should know that I’ve always loved you. I always will,” he kisses her cheek. “No matter what happens.”

She believes him.

They’re in his room, and she hugs him tightly, as they lie in his bed.

He kisses her forehead, and she cuddles closer to him. “Adrien?”

“Yes, my Lady?”

She laughs, but there’s something broken in her voice. “If I was hiding something from you… something bad, and you found out… would you still love me?”

He frowns at her words. “Of course I would. But what could you be hiding that’s so bad?”

She clings closer to him, shaking her head. “Adrien, just promise me.”

He sighs, and holds her closer. “Of course. I promise. I will love you until the day I die, my Lady.”

She believes him.

He stares in shock as she approaches him, the city burning behind her. “Adrien…”

“Don’t. I don’t understand, what are you doing?” he shakes his head, stepping away from her.

“I had to… Adrien, I love you, so much, and they… they were going to hurt you, and…” she looks up at him. Miss Fortune’s eyes are not blue, but grey. “If I wasn’t good, if I lost my soul, would you still love me?”

He closes his eyes. “Of course I would,” he tells her, taking her hand and letting the white sweep over his suit. “I guess we really were made for each other. Made into Fortune… and Blanc.”

She looks on the verge of tears, and hugs him tightly. “Thank you…”

“I will stand with you forever. I will always love you.”

She believes him.

“You’re too nice.” - h.s.

My friend gave me this idea and I’m just fulfilling her wish.

A one shot in which you are Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and Harry’s ex and see some very risqué pictures of the two of them on New Year’s Eve. But considering you’re a kind person, you let it go and someone you hoped to never see again calls you out for it.

Word Count: 4336

You didn’t have the last name Kardashian but you may as well have been one considering you spent the majority of your time with the family. You were Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and though you technically just worked for Kendall, you had definitely helped the other girls get ready for red carpet events and casual night outings in the past. You were close with them, and you’d appeared on their show a handful of times. There was no avoiding it, considering your business was pretty popular ever since you’d started working with Kendall and the Kardashian camera were everywhere.

You didn’t mind though, considering you and Kendall were ridiculously close ever since you’d started working with her a couple years ago and you were around the same age so you got along rather well. 

She was the one who introduced you to him actually. It was at an event and they came back to the hotel to hang out. You were sitting there zipping bags up and listening to music while drinking wine by yourself when their loud laughter startled you as they stumbled through the door. Everyone thought they were dating at the time but you knew from Kendall that they were just friends. There was absolutely nothing romantic going on between them but you could tell he was rather fond of her the minute you met him.

“Harry!” Kendall squealed, “Oh my gosh meet Y/N! She’s the reason I look so fabulous all the time,” she winked at you and shoved Harry forward so he stumbled over his feet. 

“I think you two will be needing some water,” you chuckled, “Fun night?”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” he smiled a wide smile that split his whole face and offered you his hand. You shook it, chuckling because they were definitely both out of their minds drunk, and shuffled past him towards the kitchen. When they’d woken up the next morning, Harry hadn’t seen you sleeping on the couch when he went to sit down, almost killing you by crashing down on your stomach. An interesting conversation followed and you both hit it off rather well.

You were surprised really, considering you were the ‘behind the scenes’ type of girl and he basked in the spotlight. But somehow you ended up in a relationship. It also surprised you just how much Harry seemed to genuinely like you considering you could have sworn he had feelings for Kendall. But months went by and you two remained strong. You fell in love and you fell hard. It seemed that he did as well because you two were inseparable. He spent every waking and sleeping moment he could with you and you tried hard to fit into his schedule as well when he was on the road. 

It was a relationship full of mutual understandings and you both built each other up rather well. Harry even bought a house in the California area you were at just so he could, as he liked to say, “Come home to you.” 

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So Dangerous || Youngbin



Genre: Gang!Au. Mentions of death, blood, guns, drugs, Featureing: Pentagon

Word Count: 2.7 K

Requested: Could I request a YOUNGBIN GANG AU in which he saves the reader 😍?! Youngbin is boyfriend material as hell kyaaaaa

A/n. I had a awesome time writing this. Gang leader Youngbin I can imagine him omg hes like a perfect gang leader. I could have done better but the editing part made me cry so I didnt put in more writing like I wanted. It still okay to me Im a amateur writer after all. Hope you enjoy. ps I also out Pentagon as the other gang so I hope you noticed what I did there. 

Originally posted by sf9

He was pure danger. Someone you shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with in the first place.

You always wondered how you got caught by him. You didn’t remember much of that night, bring home a handsome stranger. One night of intoxicating dancing that lead to you sleeping with him.  Waking up to a mess a black hair with hickeys marked across your skin like petals.

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The Road Trip │ Chapter 9 Preview

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?

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Waking up the next day, I don’t immediately open my eyes because as long as they’re closed I’m playing last night in my head—Lucas and I tangled in each other’s arms.

I can still feel his lips pressed against mine. I can still feel the way his tongue nervously traced my bottom lip pleading for entrance, and I didn’t hesitate to grant it to him. I can still feel his arms around me—the way his hands itched their way under my shirt and on my bare back.

I can still feel the heat of his body against mine, and the way we tried to pull each other as close as possible. What I can most definitely still feel is the bolt of electricity that shot throughout my body, and that was filled with ever need and want of Lucas.

Things between Lucas and I got intense and heated fast, but it didn’t feel wrong…it felt right…it felt perfect. I wanted nothing more than to pulled his shirt off his body and have him pull my shirt off mine to reveal my bare chest, but something stopped us—no matter how much neither one of us wanted to.

I keep my eyes closed for a minute longer, still living in the memory, but then they slowly flutter open. I was hoping to wake up next to Lucas, instead, there’s on one. I touch the spot where Lucas once laid, thinking that I might still be able to feel the warmth of his body, but it’s cold only showing that he’s been gone for a while, and a sting of disappointment rushes through me.

I blink a few times trying to clear the blurriness from my sleep and slowly push myself up in a sitting position. My eyes scan the room landing on the clock; it’s a little after ten. They continue to move around the room and land on a piece of paper by the TV that’s propped up with my name written across.

Right as I’m about to throw my legs over the edge of the bed to grab the note, I hear a faint clicking noise indicating that someone just used the room key. My heart starts to quicken as I watch the door slowly open because I know it’s Lucas, and after last night I’m a little nervous to see him.

Lucas appears from behind the door, and as soon as his eyes land on me, a smile instantly captures his lips, and I feel a lightness in my chest.  

“Goodmorning,” I smile softly at him.

“Goodmorning,” Lucas says closing the door behind him. “I got us breakfast.” He holds up a bag and a cup holder with two drinks—I’m assuming coffee.

He walks over to where the note lays and sets the bag and drinks down and picks up the note. “I didn’t have time to read it. I only woke up maybe ten minutes ago.” I lean forward a little and try to reach for it, but he shakes his head and drops it in the trash can.

“It’s okay. It just said where I went. I didn’t want you to wake up and worry when you saw I wasn’t here. I hope you don’t mind, but I might have taken your car this morning. I woke up a little after eight.” I see the corners of his lips curl up slightly. “You asked if there were any places I wanted to see.” I nod at the memory. “Well, there isn’t, but last night an idea came to me.” He walks over to the bed and sits on the foot of it, turning his body enough to face me. “We don’t have to change any of your plans that you made for us only where we’ll be sleeping.” I tilt my head in confusion, and he laughs. “I went out this morning and before getting us breakfast, I might have gone to a store and bought a few things we can use to sleep under the stars. It’s just you might have said once or twice how much you’re-“

“Going to miss the stars,” I cut him off, and we both gaze at each other smirking.

“Exactly,” he says not once breaking eye contact. “I thought you can enjoy the stars one last time before you’re back in the city.”

“I love it. I’ve never been camping.”

His eyes widen at my revelation. “You’ve never been camping? Like at all?”

I shake my head and giggle. “No, but I love the idea.”

He lets out a long relieving sigh. “I was a little worried you wouldn’t, but I’m happy to hear that you do.”

We stay locked in this moment, neither one of us wanting to break it, and it takes everything in me not to lean in and press my lips against his for a single soft kiss, but I know it would escalate to something more—not that I would have a problem with that.

I think about bringing up last night and finding out what it means for us, but right now, staring into his eyes, the only thing I can think about the softness of his lips, blocking my brain from forming any words. And, judging by the look on Lucas face, I think he is thinking the same thing.

He clears his throat. “Anyways,” he pulls his eyes away from mine releasing me from his hypnotizing green eyes. He walks to grab the bag and one of the cups of hands it to me, and his fingers brush against mine. Neither of us move our hands. We both stare at them, letting them linger together and I can feel my fingers tingling with the need to touch him.

He reluctantly drops his hand, and I do the same. “You should eat. We have to be out of here by eleven.” I nod taking a drink of the hot coffee, and Lucas walks over to grab his. “So, where are we headed to next?” he asks and takes a sip.

I shrug my shoulders. “I have no clue. I only have one more stopped planned, but it isn’t until the very end.”

Lucas smiles. “Oh yeah, and where is that?”

I take another sip from my cup trying my best to hide my grin. “Philadelphia. I wanted to show you where I grew up, and some of my favorite childhood memories happened to have taken place there.”

He raises his eyebrows. “And why do I have a feeling that you’re leaving something out?”

I purse my lips together into a coy smirk. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Do Me a Favor (Part 8)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,533

Warnings: None. 

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A/N: Here’s part 8, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes.

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Dot smiled at Bucky, finding that she enjoyed the familiarity that he offered. “Where do you want to go eat?” she asked.

“Um, I actually ate breakfast just now,” Bucky answered. “So, I’m not hungry.”

“We can always go to the lake,” said Dot, voice soft, almost shy. Her mind ran to all of those times they had snuck out to be together in that lake. It held so many memories for them.

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “You still remember that place?”

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Post-It Love / Jaewon

I adored this idea; though, it could have become a lot longer. Anyway, I couldn’t let this idea slip away, so I had to write it up immediately. 
And, since I intend to slay Missy as much as possible while I’m back for my short break, this is, of course, for slaying purposes. Since I’m so evil; isn’t that right, @an-exotic-writer​? ;)

Post-It Love / Jaewon

It had been a long time since Jaewon had been home. He was so busy trying to promote, trying to get his name out there, that there were days, weeks, and months even that he didn’t come home. You missed him, but aside from that, you had plenty on your plate to distract yourself. The company you had finally been hired to after years of interning was sending you on a trip to America for a few meetings that you were required to sit in on. It didn’t bother you, until you got a call from Jaewon.

The phone rang on the table, buzzing against the hard wood and you were scrambling around, making sure everything was set for you to leave. The ringing had almost stopped by the time you had answered, knowing you were keeping him waiting.

You cupped your phone so tenderly against your ear, begging to hear his voice as you muttered his name. He sighed, “God, I missed your voice,” he replied to you, melting your heart in an instant. The sound of his voice after what felt like forever—in reality was about twelve days—had your knees weak and you slumped to the couch, taking a seat you hadn’t been able to for at least the entire day. “How are you doing? It’s been so long, I’m so sorry,” he continued, clearly apologetic even in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it; I know how much this means to you. I’m just glad I finally get to talk to you,” you replied to him, “I’m doing well, though. The company has me on a flight out to California in a couple of hours; you know how busy I get now that I’ve finally been hired on,” you laughed.  You couldn’t see it, but Jaewon’s face visibly fell, and for good reason, too.

“That’s great, baby! I’m happy for you!” he exclaimed, but you could tell it was forced.

“You don’t sound too thrilled about it. I know it will put us farther away from each other; the only difference now will be the time zones,” you replied, but you knew it was something deeper than that.

He sighed, loudly. “I know. I just was so excited to see you… I called to tell you that I’m on my way home today. I’ve missed you so much,” he uttered, his voice becoming weak.

Your heart sank. Like, dropped out of your ribcage and may as well have fallen out of your rear, sank. “Jaewon…” you muttered, cupping the phone tighter for a different reason now. Your heart hurt, and you could feel his heart hurt, too. You’d spent so much time away from him, you thought you were numb to the feeling; but the idea of him coming back home was enough to rekindle all of the feelings on those lonely nights, the empty days, the times you searched for his hands, his eyes, his body in the bed next to you.

“It’s okay, please don’t be sad, okay?” he asked of you. He hated it when you cried and he could just feel it coming now. He knew you were wiping them away from your face, having fallen unsuspectingly. “I know it’s hard, and I know exactly what you feel. It’s been so long, we both thought we’d be okay. Honestly, I know it would be this way whether or not you were going to be there when I got home, anyway,” he said, trying to comfort you, but it wasn’t doing a very good job.

“I’ll only be gone four days. I’ll be back before you know it; it will be like I was never even gone,” you said.

“That’s right; we’ve survived longer apart. I just… can’t wait to see you. I’ll miss you, I already do. Be safe, please. Let me know when you get there. I’m sure you’ll have a phone, right?” He was becoming frantic with his questioning, the reality of how far you were going to be and how dangerous the journey was finally setting in. Another sigh left his lips as he hoisted his heavy bag into the van that was going to be taking him back to your city. “I love you, baby. I know you have to go, but, I just wanted you to know.”

You smiled, but still wiped the silent tears away. “Be safe coming home, okay?”

“I will, have a safe flight.”



“I love you.”


Jaewon sighed for the nth time as he pulled out the key to the small house the two of you shared. He jammed it in the slot, one bag falling off his shoulder as he dragged a suitcase big enough to fit himself in it behind him. He turned the key, tumbling the lock before turning the handle to push the door open.  The lights were off and he frowned at the emptiness. It had been three hours since he’d gotten off the phone with you, so he knew that your plane had barely taken off and it would be a long, long wait before he would hear from you.

He pulled the door shut behind him, reaching over to flick the light to the main room on when he felt his fingers slide over a piece of paper. He pushed the switch to illuminate the room so he could determine what was there.

It was a post-it note, your handwriting flowing across it with a short little message.

“To the man that lights up my heart,” he read out loud as a grin spread across his face, “I know you must be hungry, and too tired to cook for yourself. There’s your favorite take out in the fridge; I didn’t want I to go bad before you got home.” His smile grew as he looked up to the ceiling until he pushed his stuff off to the side. He ambled to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, and sure enough, a take-out container with another post-it stuck to it.

“It’s not a home-cooked meal like I know you love, but I hope it will do in my absence. When you’re all done here, there’s a treat for you in the freezer,” the note read. He stuck the post-it to the freezer, the neon pink paper sure to get his attention when he returned to throw his container. But for now, he heated up his meal, starving after such a long trip home.

He took his food and plopped down on the couch, reaching for the remote which, of course, held another note. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re sitting on the couch with your food. I love you, Jae, but if there’s a mess on the couch, there’ll be hell to pay. Emoticon and everything. You really are the cutest, aren’t you?” he asked himself, shaking his head after finishing the note. He flicked on the TV to eat his dinner. As much as he missed you, it was nice to be back in his own home with his own space and privacy.

Dinner was short-lived, practically inhaled, as Jaewon was starving. He rubbed his satisfied tummy, bringing his trash back into the kitchen before spying that pink note again. He pulled open the freezer door and there in front, a container with another post-it. He didn’t bother read it at first, it was a container her recognized and his excitement was becoming too much. “You mail-ordered gelato my beautiful, beautiful girl; I don’t deserve you,” he dramatized, holding the container in his hand.

He pulled the note up, which had been clutched in his other hand, to his face to read it. “Black cherry amaretto, your favorite; do you love me, or do you love me?” He smiled, “You know I love you.” He turned around, ripping the lid off the container and digging for a spoon in the drawer to his left to delve it into the creamy dessert, only to bring a huge spoonful into his mouth. His shoulders slumped, head lolling back with such a delightful sigh. He acted as though he’d be deprived of righted essentials, but he just loved it that much, and it’s not like he got it very often since you both had to special order it.

Another big bite later and he put the lid back on, “I’ll be back for you,” he said, stuffing the gelato back into the freezer. He moseyed to his bags to drag them into the laundry room, flipping open the top on his suitcase to begin loading them into the washing machine. He opened the cabinet for soap—he was surprised to see there wasn’t a note in there. You knew him so well, he had thought you put a note everywhere you knew he’d go. Regardless, he threw all his darks into the wash with some soap, but he wouldn’t start it yet. He was in dire need of a nice, long, hot shower.

Upon entering the bathroom, Jaewon was surprised to see not a post-it, but a note written in rouge lip stick on the mirror. “The towels and sheets are fresh to ensure you a lovely night’s sleep. Have a wonderful shower; think of me. Winky face. You even kissed the mirror. But I wish it was me you were kissing,” he said, biting his lip as he thought of you, thought of your lips which he had begged to have for so long now. “You’re a bad girl, knowing you’d get me all riled up just to get in the shower. You’re lucky you’re not here!” he called, turning towards the door of the bathroom which led into the bedroom. If anyone saw him, they’d think he was crazy, but he knew it didn’t matter. If you could hear him, you would.

His thick thermal flopped to the floor, pants and underwear following with the clink of his belt on the tile. The shower water came on and it was a matter of a few moments before the water was warm and he was stepping into it, immediately running a hand through his instantly drenched hair. The warmth soothed him, relaxed his overworked muscles but all he could seem to think about was you—seemed to be the only thing on his mind for the longest time.

The water coursed down his body, putting him in no mood to do anything but just stand there until the hot water ran out. But he knew he couldn’t do that; he had clothes to wash, his body, too. After lathering his hair and rinsing that, he reached for the soap, but dodged it, and opted for your body wash instead. He lathered the loofa with it, feeling the exfoliating beads in between his fingers. It was a brilliant plan—he could never admit to you that he liked your soap better, absolutely adoring the way the sugar and beads felt on his skin, but he would also smell like you falling asleep, and that’s what he begged for the most, knowing you had washed your scent off the sheets earlier today.

He cleaned himself up, eyes lightly closed, the scrub against his skin to die for. “God, what I wouldn’t give for your hands right now,” he commented, taking a break from the soap to try and massage his own neck and shoulder. He was tense, no doubt about that, even in the steaming water. He’d had enough and shut it off, stepping out to grab a fresh towel and dry himself off. He wandered back into the laundry room to start his wash, close the door, and shut off all the other lights, making sure the front door was locked as well.

Jaewon was tired, exhausted, happy to be home, but missing you. Back into the bedroom he went, over to his side of the bed to flick on the lamp and set his phone down. A pink note atop something he was sure he wouldn’t see, but happy that he did see on the bedside table. “I’m not there to work those knots out properly, but I figured you could use this. Always looking out for you,” he read, setting the note aside to pick up your massaging neck pillow. It was your favorite thing ever that Jaewon had gotten you. You put it on every night for an hour before going to bed to relieve the tension and it worked wonders for you.

“Yes, you really, really do,” he commented, pulling the pillow around the back of his neck and pressed the small power button to get the balls rolling, pressing surprisingly deep into his neck. With his body relaxing under the mechanics of the pillow, he almost stumbled over to the dresser, forgetting momentarily how to walk, to retrieve some underwear.

He opened the drawer—another note; the last one for the night.

“Goodnight my sweet prince. Sleep well through the night and late into the morning. I miss you already and I’ll call you as soon as I land. Just remember, I love you.”

He took the note over to his bedside table, sticking it to the lampshade so he could look at it every night before falling asleep as he pulled back the sheets of the bed, crawling in to lay slightly propped up as the pillow continued its massaging magic. Jaewon flipped the TV on, getting lost in the white noise, already falling asleep. He shook his head, knowing he wasn’t going to make it long, especially as the bed began to warm up. He placed the massaging pillow back down on the table and snuggled deeper into the mattress, pulling the covers up over his shoulder.  

He closed his eyes, “Goodnight, my princess,” he whispered, clutching the sheets close to where you should be laying. He was asleep before he knew it, forgetting to shut the TV off, letting the white noise lull him into deep slumber.

Unspoken Words | Part 2

Summary: You’ve seemed to move on two years after Tom left to London until someone catches you by surprise at the annual fraternity party.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Partying, alcohol, sexual assault attempt

Word Count: 1,710

A/N: Wow! I managed a long one! Glad I got this up before my three-day hiatus due to this camping trip that I must go on. I hope you guys enjoyed this one. Also, to my party people out there, be careful who you receive drinks from and party with. Make sure you trust the people you’re going out with. This goes to both female and male. There are terrible people out there. Stay safe. Part 1 can be found here. Key to read the story:

Reader’s POV | Tom’s POV

It was finally your senior year in college. You had joined a sorority last year after Lauren dragged into rushing with her. You were always on the fence about joining one because of how movies portrayed Greek life. It was nothing like it. The girls were smart and genuine. You finally had a family away from home. It also became a good distraction to forget about Tom. You both hadn’t talked since the break-up and didn’t think about him as often. You were proud that you were finally moving on. You would always love him but it was time for some refocusing.

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AU where the reader started dating Peter before he was spiderman an starts noticing all the small changes in him and contemplates breaking up with him because of it. 

1,311 words

Warnings- angst, lots of it, A swear word here and there, sad peter is sad 

My first ever imagine so it’d be nice to receive some feedback *wink wink* Please 🐝 nice 


You and Peter never had a perfect relationship but it was perfect for you. The simple dates and the movie nights were something you’d never change for anything in the world. Peter was the perfect gentleman, respecting your boundaries, opening doors, and letting you have the right side of the bed if you ever slept over. Whenever you needed help in Calculus he’d help you and if he ever need help in English you’d help him.

      Everything started to slowly change though. At first it was barely noticeable, the changes. He’d be late to a couple of dates at first but later he started to not showing up at all. You pretended not to notice and didn’t let it bother you. Then the bruises started. Peter would show up to your house bruised up and bleeding telling you how he was jumped and you decided to believe him. You still had your study dates that also become more frequent when he started to not come to class. 

        There was a new vigilante by the name of spiderman in the city that Peter seemed entranced which led him to give you a hoodie with a spiderman mask on it. You loved that hoodie and slept almost every night. You figured things might finally start to return to normalcy. You were wrong though things only got worse. Peter started to run out of excuses for missed dates and the mysterious bruising that would appear. You even thought he might’ve been on drugs but Peter is Peter so there was no way that was possible. 

        Your friends started to tell you that there was no point to a relationship that was only one sided. They would talk about how they would never stand for some of the things Peter would do and at first you didn’t let it bother you but slowly you started to take the things they told you more seriously and even considered breaking up with Peter but when you tried it was almost like the words couldn’t come out. Peter was being especially adorable that day bringing you your favorite chocolates and watching those old movies he seemed to love so much with you.

        It wasn’t okay and you knew it but every time Peter told you he loved you, you just melted right then and there. And you had to admit you loved him more than you loved most things in life. So you couldn’t help just sticking around for the days that were worth all the self questioning and insecurity. Today was not one of those days.

        Peter had stood you up once again. You honestly didn’t even know why you even tried, you wore your favorite outfit just for him and the minimal make up that was only for special occasions. After a half hour you figured he wouldn’t be coming any more so you left and decided to just drop by his place later to see if he was there. 

       You changed out of your outfit into simple jeans and your spiderman hoodie to go see if Peter was home. Going up to his apartment there was a sinking feeling in your stomach and it didn’t seem like whatever you and Peter were going to talk about would be good. You knocked on the door hoping to see Peter but you greeted by Aunt May.

     “Hey Aunt May I just wanted to see if Peter was home” you said sincerely hoping he was home.

    “Sorry y/n Peter didn’t tell you did he, it’s okay he didn’t tell me either” she said and you were more confused than ever. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

       “What didn’t he tell me” you said voicing your confusion.

       “Peter applied for a grant with Stark industries and Mr. Stark came by to have Peter sort it all out. He’s going to be gone for a few days.” She smiled.

        You felt a piece of you break at this. Even though Peter and you had been growing distant you never kept anything this important from each other or anything for that matter. Maybe this really was the end of the road for you guys. There was a dull ache in your heart as you went home that day. Not even a text goodbye or anything for that matter that week he was gone. You sincerely hoped that he’d text you during those days, you certainly did. Texting him numerous time going out of your mind with worry when May told you there had been a couple of problems with his transportation and he would be here soon enough.

     The day he returned you had made up your mind, you were going to break up with Peter Parker. 

     You walked into his room the way you had done millions of time but this time you were sure it would be your last.  Peter was sprawled across his bed without a shirt sporting new bruises across his stomach and arms. 

      “Does Aunt May know” you said giving him a small smile.

      “Oh shi- don’t scare me like that angel” he said standing up and pulling you into his arms as he dug his face into your neck.

      “I missed you” he mumbled into you skin.

      A sudden flare of anger hit you. What right did Peter have?

     “You don’t get to say that” you said stepping out his embrace. he looked at you confused at your sudden outburst. You weren’t one to say things like that, not to Peter anyways.

     “You don’t get to say you miss me when you you were the one that left without telling me or when you stand me up on dates, when you forget we have our weekly lunches, when you miss class, or when you forget to respond to my texts. Peter I’m sick of it “ you said.

     “I know I’ve been missing a lot but I swear things will be getting better, this past week is really going to change things for us” he said taking hold of your hands pulling you to meet his eyes.

     “Peter I get things are changing for you but this isn’t healthy, you standing me up, never responding to my texts” you said trying to pull away, “I know I seem clingy but I’m really trying”

       “Angel this time I swea-“ he tried to convince you.

      “I love you Peter Parker” you said finally breaking out of his hold. 

       “You know I love you more than anything y/n please” you felt your eyes start to water at this.

       “I can’t do this anymore Peter and besides I’m moving away for university” you didn’t mean fro that to slip but you know you’d never forgive yourself for not telling him. You got your CalTech letter in the mail the second day he was gone. So you made your decision.

       Peter’s eyes widened, “I-I thought we were going to NYU together”

       “Were Peter, we were” You said sighing as you tried to hold back your tears.

         “I love you Peter” you choked out as you ran out of the apartment with Peter calling your name until the sound of it faded into the buzz of the city.


        Peter knew he’d been messing up recently with the missing dates and failing to give you excuses but it never crossed his mind that maybe one day you wouldn’t be there for him anymore. When Mr. Stark had offered him he chance to go to Germany he knew he should’ve told you he was Spiderman, maybe if he had you’d still be here. There was an ache in his heart and he knew he hadn’t just hurt himself but you as well. He didn’t want to let go but he knew he’d have because you deserved it.

But Peter couldn’t help but be the slightest bit selfish

anonymous asked:

He gets mad at you and you storm out. You go to like a park or somthing to cool down. But he finds you?

in which harry gets it wrong…

Y/N had been on the inside of the One Direction’s circle for a long time. Even before she and Harry began dating, she worked for them. She was there for all the concerts packed with thousands of people, the hysterical fan meet and greets, the unrelenting paparazzi at the airport, outside the venue, following them around anywhere they can be found really.

The point is, she was aware of the amount of fame and fortune each of the boys had. But, this hiatus was weird. Each of the boys were separate entities. She didn’t seem them everyday. She didn’t even see Harry everyday—with the whole movie thing he had going on—and he was her boyfriend. It was hard.

That being said, right now she should be happy. She should be over the moon that Harry is with her in his new mansion in LA celebrating the end of filming his first movie. Instead, she’s sitting at the counter in his ridiculously expensive kitchen sipping scotch. “There you are,” Harry said, entering the room with a bright smile on his face, “I was looking for you.”

She shot him a small smile. “Here I am.” She took another sip of her drink.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She nodded her head from side to side as a noncommittal answer.

“What’s wrong?”


He leaned in beside her, examining her face. “Something,” he concluded. “You don’t like the house?”

Y/N let out a small groan. “No, no. I do. It’s nice. It’s gorgeous. It’s just…” her eyes shifted everywhere in the room, except for at Harry, “Do you know how long it’d take me to afford this place?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Like six maybe seven lifetimes.” She may have worked for them, but the gap in their back accounts was real.

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.” It was a fair statement for him to make. She never had an issue with his career or money before.

“Nothing. Just nothing. Go have fun. It’s your party.”

“Are you upset with me for buying this house? Because frankly you don’t have the right to be. What I do with my money is my business.”

“Okay, first of all, you don’t know what you’re talking about. And second, there is no need to be so defensive.”

“But, there is! It seems like whenever I’m trying to do something for me, you have a problem with it.”

Her jaw dropped. “That is not true. Now, I suggest you shut up because like I said you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, it is. When I set up my recording studio you had “reservations,” and when I signed my solo deal you “weren’t sure,” and when I auditioned for my role you didn’t want me to do that, either. It’s all good if it’s for One Direction because then you can get your cut right?“

“Screw you, Harry,” she said, then stormed out the house.


How dare he? How dare he? It was the only thing running through her mind. She couldn’t believe he would accuse her of such a thing. She was so angry, but she didn’t have anywhere to go in this god forsaken city.

She walked and walked until she stumbled across a park. She really should’ve been paying attention to where she was going because, like it or not, Harry was the only person she knew and her only source of shelter.

Y/N sighed as she settled down on a swing. The walk over knocked some of the edge off her anger, but she needed to think and sort through everything. She knew herself better than anyone. When she gets in her head, she can assess her feelings and motivations, and It helped her get to the source of the problem. As it turns out, Y/N was just a kid in love.

She tried to keep that in mind as she heard Harry yell out her name and a second wave of anger washed over her. “I’ve been looking around for you for ages. I called and texted you a million times. You had me worried sick,” he stated walking over to you.

“Sure is a lot of trouble to go through for a gold digger,” she spat. “If I was really a gold digger, I’m a lousy one. I could work at McDonald’s and make almost as much as I’m making now, you know?”

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He sat on the swing beside her.

“You think?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Are you? Because the fact that you could actually form the thought that I’m with you for any other reason than my love for you is unfathomable. Do you really think that low of me? Do you really think that low of yourself?”

He grabbed her hand and she sighed, her anger subsiding. “You know I don’t think that. I just wanted you to have a good time, and you weren’t. I love this city, but you’re never completely happy when we’re here. That’s part of the reason why I bought the house. I figured if you had a place to stay…”

“Harry—you idiot—I miss you! LA isn’t my favourite place in the world because whenever we come here I never see you. You’ve always got an agenda. If I do see you, it’s you with your friends. I’ve always got to share you, so excuse me for being a bit selfish.”

“’S that why you always ask me about things before I do it?”

“Well, yeah. I know you’ve got a lot of people in your ears telling you to do this and do that, but I want you to think through things thoroughly. And, you’re always so so busy, I’m afraid you’re going to run yourself into the ground.”

He was quiet for a few beats before he scrunched up his nose. “That still doesn’t explain why you have a problem with the house.”

She exhales exasperatedly. “Harry, I miss you. I don’t need another house. I need you. Do you know how many days we’ve spent together in your house in London since you’ve asked me to move in?” He stayed silent. “Thirteen. I mean at least when you’re with One Direction I get to see you and yeah you’re a bit busy but I’m there. I know you’re thinking of me. But, here?” Tears began to well up in her eyes. She’s actually surprised it took this long for them to spring forth. “I can’t compete with this. I can’t compete with all your friends. I can’t afford to eat where you guys eat or shop where you shop. In London, I can pretend that I have something to offer because I pay half the utilities, but I can’t stop you from seeing how much you don’t need me here.”

Sobs were racking her body by the time she finished speaking. “Oh, doll.” He pulled her into his chest. He shushed her cries as he kissed her forehead. “You love me, don’t you?” She nodded against him. “That’s all I need. I just need your love. Not anyone else’s. And I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, don’t I?” She nodded again, and he chuckled. “Alright then. You don’t have to worry about competing with anyone. I’m all yours. And, I’m sorry that I haven’t done a great job of letting you know how important to me. Most important person in my life, aren’t you?” He waited for her response. “Go on and nod,” he said and she chuckled but nodded nonetheless. “And, the house is all empty now. No more movie. No more people. No more party. We can go out and do whatever we want. Just me and you. I’ll make you love LA as much as I do, now.”

Y/N pulled back from him and he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Ummm… Harry?”

“Can we go back to the house? I’m actually real keen on getting in that pool.”

He smiled that lopsided grin with his dimple popping out. “We can do that.”


I was tagged by @iloveyouolllie and @andyoumattertome

1. Where is your phone? couch
2. Your hair? shortish ;)
3. Your dad? hometown
4. Your other half? complicated
5. Your favorite food? pasta
6. Your dream last night? sad
7. Your favorite drink? chai
8. Fear? everything
9. Favorite Shoes?  rack
10. Favorite way to relax? photoshop
11. Your mood? anxious
12. I love? you
13. Where were you last night? home :(
14. Something that you aren’t? happy
15. Muffins? tops
16. Wish list item? pizza
17. Where you grew up? city
18. Last thing you did? sleep
19. What are you wearing right now? clothes
20. Something you hate? crowds
21. Your pets? cuddly
22. Friends? sigh
23. Life? meh
24. Regrets? tons
25. Missing someone? yep


“(Y/n)?” You turn your head to see Wanda standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” she asks.

Steve and Sam eye the duffel bag in your hand, and you sigh. You were hoping just to sneak out. The only reason you passed the kitchen was so you could leave your note on the table and go. Facing them was too hard. Is too hard.

“I have to go,” you say. “I love you all, but I can’t do something this huge. I miss protecting (City of your choice). This whole "saving the world” thing is too much for me to handle. I’m sorry.“

Imagine Klaus inviting you to New Orleans because he misses you, only to find out you were already there to see him.

Your phone started ringing. Looking at the number, you recognized it as Klaus’s.


“Hello, y/n,” you heard Klaus’s voice, a voice that you had missed, say.

“And what did I do to deserve a call from the Big Bad Hybrid?”

“I put on some music and thought of you.” You listened closer and could hear some big band jazz playing in the background.

“You were lucky to live through the 20′s,” you told Klaus as flopped down on his couch and placed your head on his lap.

“Why do you say that, Love?” 

“Jazz! I mean the roaring 20′s! It seems like so much fun.”

“Yes, the 20′s were quite a time to be alive. Although the best place for jazz is New Orleans.” You rolled your eyes. Klaus always seemed to be talking about New Orleans. Klaus, seeing you roll your eyes, pinched your side causing you to squeal. “I would take you,” he confessed.

“If I came, would you teach me how to dance some of the dances from the 20′s?” you questioned.

“Of course, Sweetheart.”

You smiled at the memory.

“I see.”

“Come to New Orleans,” Klaus said after a moment of silence.

“Why would I do that,” you teased.

“I miss you. Come to New Orleans, and let me show you the city. You would love it here.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” you told him. “Hey, Klaus, I have to go. There is someone really important to me that I need to go see.” Klaus sighed, but said his goodbyes and hung up. You watched him across the bar as he stared at his phone with longing. With a smile, you got up and walked towards him from behind.

“I’m not in a very friendly mood at the moment,” Klaus warned once you were close enough to him.

“And here I though you had missed me,” you said. Klaus spun around with wide eyes.

“Y/n?” You rushed towards him to wrap him in a hug.

“I was coming to surprise you, so imagine my surprise when you call me and ask me to come down here.” Klaus smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

“I’m glad you did.” Returning Klaus’s smile, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto his feet.

“Now, I believe you owe me a dance.”

"Run away With Me."

The moon illuminated the streets while the rain fell and hit the concrete brutally. The amount of puddles outside increased as the rain showed no signs in halting. The streets were lifeless, people were cooped up inside their homes as the weather worsened.

Inside, the lights were radiant and the warmth was pleasantly welcoming. Sitting on the couch with blankets doubled up around her, her eyes kept on the TV. The sound of the rain only faint by now.

[Y/N] moved around and brought the covers closer to her, feeling shivers trickle down the length of her spine when the newly formed warmth crept under her skin. An involuntary smile broke out onto her face.

Three knocks at the door interrupted [Y/N]’s moment of my contentment. She let out a sigh of exasperation, the covers flew off of her body and she climbed to he feet. The feeling of the sharp, cool air hit her body instantly and she had to force herself towards the door before she turned back and clambered back under the covers again. Once the door was open, the cold invited itself in and settled in all corners of the house.

Justin stood in front of her. His breath left his mouth visibly, puffs of air swirled in between them both. His chest heaved up and down rapidly and his body shook and quivered, [Y/N]’s eyes scanned his appearance. His hair fell in of his face, completely wet. The rain held it together in clumps and it waved in front of his eyes. The shirt he wore was damp and crinkled, leaning towards the left, suggesting he’d quickly thrown it over his head and not bothered to adjust it.

“Run away with me.” Water dropped onto his bottom lip, he didn’t seem to notice; he didn’t react. His breath was trembling.

“Wh-what?” [Y/N]’s head shook involuntarily in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed deeply as she took in his state.

In that moment, seeing him and hearing his voice after so long, she felt her heart strings tug. He shakily took his hand and pressed it against the door frame to support himself, his other hand ran through the length of his hair, tugging on the end of it.

“You, me, let’s go, let’s leave.” The words left his mouth so quickly, she wasn’t sure she even understood what he’d said. “Anywhere you want, [Y/N], I don’t care. Just please, leave with me.” His eyes drowned in tears that threatened to fall, specks of water already covered his cheeks, so she wouldn’t have been able to tell if they were tears or just the rain. “What do you say?”

“Justin, what are you talking about? Are you drunk?” She inspected his unusual behaviour, her eyes scanned his face.

“I’m more sober than I’ve ever been in my life, and I know that this is what I want. I want you. I want to be with you, forever.” His expression seemed to soften when he acknowledged her existence for the first time in a while. “But not here. Somewhere new, somewhere exciting, somewhere we can live.” By now his voice was desperate, she felt herself being drawn in to him.

“Think about it. We could be waking up in a small, one room apartment in the middle of Paris, it’d be uncomfortable and it’s probably stink, but we wouldn’t care because we’d be together. Or we could catch the next plane to London and easily be pointed out as the tourists; you know we’re useless with directions.” He basked in the feeling of seeing her smile. “But we’d be together.”

The smile didn’t last long; it fell and her expression showed worry and confusion. “Then what’s wrong with here? It’s not much but we’d be together.” She spoke with a mocking tone, more harshness behind it than she intended.

“[Y/N], this city is suffocating me. I want to get out there and do things, exciting things, and I want to live. But I want to do it all with you, no one else. I get that this is unexpected but I miss you, and I love you so, so much.” A single tear trailed down his face. He looked more than desperate, he presented his words like he needed this.

She sighed, her fingers fumbled with the edge of the door, her nails scraping the wood. “Justin, this needs to be thought about. We can’t just leave, what about money? Family and friends? You need to rest; you’re not thinking straight.” She tilted her head as she shot him a sympathetic look. His jaw clenched in the moonlight, and his eyes darkened. The rain still poured down, even harder than moments ago.

“What happened to being spontanuous? If we want to move to another city or country, we damn well can do. We’re young and we’re in love, we can take this chance. But I know that’s not the problem, so if you don’t want to do this, tell me now so I can do it alone.” His words ran across her skin like knives. She shuddered at the thought of not being around him, the thought of him moving to a fresh, new city and meeting someone else. “I just..can’t stay here.”

“I-I don’t know.” She found her head shaking once more. Her eyes watered and glistened with tears, mirroring Justin’s. He nodded his head, his hard stare never leaving face.

“Right.” He reluctantly turned on his feet, pausing for only a moment as though deciding if he should stay or go. But he turned and walked heavily down the steps.

She observed him. She found herself calling out. “Justin, wait.” She disowned the comfort and warmth of her house to run down the steps and join him in the pouring rain. She pulled him into her. “Okay.” She nodded rapidly and looked up at him, a smile lit up his face instantly. Drops of water glided down each of their faces.

anonymous asked:

Is it acceptable to ask for a drabble of something totally random? Like Spock and Nyota making out like teenagers and getting interrupted and caught and whatnot? And embarrassment or maybe pride or something the opposite of embarassment?


“We’re boring.”

“I am nearly finished.”

“No, I mean that you and I are boring not-“ She waves towards their consoles, lit up bright like the rest of the bridge, despite the late hour.  “This.”

Though it is.  She leans back in her chair and lets out a breath.  Spock barely looks up from the screen in front of him.

“You are not required to wait for me.”

She crosses her arms.  “I know.”

It’s just that there’s not really anywhere else that she’d rather be, and the fact that she’s actually content sitting at her console on a rare free evening is making her annoyed.  She kicks at the floor, her boot squeaking against it.  It would figure that of all the nights that they don’t need to be on the bridge, of all the evenings she could have gone with Scotty and McCoy and the rest of them to enjoy the offerings of the space station they so recently arrived at, she would have decided that she was tired enough that keeping Spock company while he finished work was somehow preferable.  And the worst part is that it is better.  

Which probably means she should go.  It’s not too late, except that even the thought of changing into anything other than her pajamas makes her close her eyes and sink further into her chair.

When Spock finally completes his work, he turns his chair towards her and tips his head to the side.  “What is the matter?”

She points to herself, and then to him, and then to the otherwise empty bridge, bright lights winking over unmanned station.  Everyone is out drinking and eating and enjoying some time away from the ship.  Nyota mostly wants a cup of tea and maybe for Spock to rub her back for a little while.  “We got boring.  We used to-“

She just gestures to the air again.  Go out to dinner.  Go to plays and concerts and museums, new restaurants and different cafes and out to lunch on a weekday just because.  And even though those aren’t really an option on the Enterprise like they were during those years at the Academy, she still thinks about it sometimes.  Not maybe the schedules they kept back then, never enough sleep and hardly enough time together, but the rest of it, everything they would do together to fill the scant time when they weren’t working, squeezing each other into the edges of each day, finding minutes here and there amidst their meetings and classes and responsibilities and constantly packing in so much with each other that she would end weeks dizzy with exhaustion and not nearly finished spending time with him, always waiting to see what they would do with each other next.

Tonight, she has laundry to do, and she’s pretty sure that Spock is nearly out of clean socks too.

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