sorry about all this my blog will be normal again by tomorrow night

comfort: exam season

summary: exams are kicking your ass, and even though your boyfriend’s an asshole on the outside, he really cares for you and wants to make things better

pairing: jock!bucky x reader

word count: 1364 words

warnings: language, fluff

notes: I wrote this for one of my best friends Ari ( @whyisbuckyso ) because goddamn exam season’s a bitch for her. then I decided to turn it into a little drabble as an interlude to my upcoming fics (which hopefully you’ll enjoy!)

Originally posted by little--batman

Burying your head in your hands, you groan, trying to ignore the flashing on your computer of the alert; “EXAM TOMORROW.”

You’ve had these alerts going off nonstop, each for a different subject, and you’re pretty sure you’re going insane. You feel like you want to shove all the piles of paper off your desk and just scream, but you’re pretty sure you’d wake up your boyfriend. He’s fast asleep, and as much as you’d like to join him, your mind is telling you to ’FUCKING MEMORISE ALL THIS, YOU DIPSHIT.’

You give yourself the grace to let out a frustrated groan, gripping the roots of your hair as you will yourself to read over the reams of notes you have.

Shoving in your earphones, you bite your lip as you finally get the grasp of one of your paragraphs, trying to celebrate that mini victory with a sip of coffee.

“Why the fuck are you awake?”

You shriek, jumping in your seat and almost falling off your chair, trying desperately to not bring your computer down with you. Luckily, your computer lands on your seat, the headphones hanging uselessly on the edge while you’re collapsed on the ground. You glare up at your boyfriend as he tries to hold in his snickers.

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The King’s Omega- A Challenge

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, some swearing

Summary: A fight is breaking out between King Crowley and the mean alpha. What is at stake? When Y/n is considered, that would be everything.

Author’s note: I know I am so late with this…I’m sorry. Forgive me. Let me know what you think… much love!

Word Count: about 1000 words. 

Catch up….Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4


 You couldn’t believe your ears. Did this man really just insult King Crowley of all people? Were alphas normally this hostile? Did they growl, snarl, and fight just like in the story books? 

“Or what?” Crowley repeated his voice as bewildered as his face. He was staring at the man like he had basically grown three heads and a tail. Then Crowley’s face fell, becoming hard with anger and annoyance. “Or what!” He bellowed, enraged. “I’m the bloody King, you blundering idiot! You dare question me?”

Originally posted by boundbyantiheroes

      The imbecile had the nerve to smile back at Crowley. “Yeah, King-“ he sneered, his canines flashing in the light. “Who are you to tell me I can’t play with an un-mated omega. She could be mine by the end of the night.”

     You were beginning to get annoyed. You didn’t view yourself as some prize to be won, no matter how flattering two alphas raging over you felt at the moment. This was dangerous. Arguments between alphas tended to escalate in the stories you’d heard, and you couldn’t fathom the King getting hurt over you. That would be a shame. 

   The growl that came from Crowley then was dark and menacing. It was loud as well, vibrating across the room, causing even some of the larger alphas to take a step back. “Tell me, imbecile- what good is an alpha that has to force himself on his omega?”

    That much was true. Forcefulness doesn’t equal love or a bond. It wasn’t what you had set out to find at this ceremony, and it wasn’t what you wanted for the rest of your life.

      “I won’t have to force her, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’ll be in my bed with my mark by midnight,” the man says, reaching forward to grasp your upper arm in a bruising hold. 

   Crowley steps forward again, nose to nose with the other man as he rips his hand from your arm. He growls at the man as you wince in pain from your newly found bruise. “You dare to fucking challenge a king?”


    ..The King was furious! To see the Little Omega being hurt by the mean alpha was a disgrace to his kingdom, him, and especially her. The King tried to make the mean alpha leave the Little Omega alone, but the mean alpha only wanted to fight…


  The entire room was aghast into a silent stupor. No one was moving any longer, the music had quickly been cut off, and everyone once again had their eyes on you. This ball was beginning to turn into a war zone over you and you had barely said ten sentences! 

    It was at that moment that the Mater stepped in between them, pushing against their chests until she could fit between them comfortably. She was glaring at them, and it was in the hint of fire in her eyes that you really wondered if she was helping or hurting the situation.


    ….The challenge had been made for the bond of the Little Omega, and ultimately the crown. For a true King would never let his Omega be won, nor would he turn down a challenge, and no honest alpha would challenge an opponent and not accept the consequences if he lost-


    “Momma, honestly. If the dual risked so much for the King, the mean alpha, and the little omega why even go through with it?” thirteen-year-old you asked looking up from painting your toes.

  Your mother looked up from the page and sighed. “Y/n, how come you are always interrupting the story? You’ve heard it a million times,” she says with a chuckle. 

  You shrug, going back to painting your nails. “Just seems important to ask what you think, duh,” you mumble.

    “I’m sorry, sweetie. Your papa comes home tomorrow and I…” your mother begins, but trails off. Her right hand raised to rub over her heart absentmindedly and you wondered what she was thinking.

   It was true your parents had been pushed into mating, and you had come as the result. It was also true that your father was almost never home, due to his position in the King’s personal guards. But part of you recognized the longing your mother held for your father. The love that shined through the years of not enough touches, and wishful thinking when they did get to spend a few moments together, even if neither of them would admit it.

   “Anyway,” your mother continues with a brief smile., “I guess they go through with the dual for different reasons-”

   “Like what?”


……When the challenge had been verified and the rules set. The King knew what he had to do…


   “King Crowley!” The Mater yelled in a scolding tone, causing Crowley fiery red eyes to snap towards her. She turned toward the other alpha, “and whoever the hell you are. You are ruining the ceremony! A challenge has been made for the crown and this…girl.” The Mater gestured to you and continued, “King Crowley- do you accept?”

      “You bet your bloody arse.”

 “I hope you know I will win, King Crowley,” the other alpha snarled. “And just remember- when I do…she’ll be in my bed by midnight.”

 Crowley growled, his teeth snapping together so hard you could have sworn they may have chipped. “No,” he snarled back. “I will. I will keep my crown, my kingdom, and MY omega. And when I win you’d best be prepared to be tortured a kind of torture that even the mention of in years to come will run shivers down the bravest man’s spine.”


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My Date

Request: Hiii can I request a imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she is dating Peter? She tells Tony she’s seeing a guy and he wants to meet him and he discover it’s the spider boy  Tysm, I love your blog btw

A/N: here it is! I would like to apologise if this isn’t what you meant, but I tried extremely hard and if I’m being honest, I’m actually proud of this.

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: bad language (as usual) its fluff. Angst. And then a wee bit more fluff.

Word count: 1’545

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

A teenager, a teenager who just so happened to be attending midtown high school as a sophomore.  Who’s best friends name was Michelle. Who was extremely close with genius peter parker. But this teenager, had one more problem, she was dating Peter AKA Spider-Man. Her dad was the problem. Her dad was The Tony Stark. This girls name, Y/N Stark.

Your dad  would never approve of you and Peter because he was a superhero. Tony is extremely protective over you, he wants you to have a normal life, hence you attending midtown high school. No one there knew who your dad was except Peter and Michelle. When at school you used the last name Y/L/N.

3 months into your relationship with Peter you were starting to think it was time to tell your dad. Although you were thinking, you were most defiantly not going to tell him. You knew what his reaction would be.

Michelle was over one day to study for history final you had which was arriving quickly. “Have you told your dad yet?” Michelle piped up and you quickly turned towards he. You looked around making sure your dad wasn’t around, or any of the other avengers since you were in Stark Tower currently.

“No, and I’m not going to either” you explained to her once you knew no one else was around. Your phone buzzed and you knew who it was without looking. When you looked at your phone you saw his name written on the screen, you had it as spider boy with a red heart at the end. Although he was technically Spider-Man you called him spider boy since he was only young. You smiled to yourself reading his message.

“Is it him?” She asks giving you the look. The look showing she knows she’s right and there’s no point in denying it. You nodded replying to his text. “Is it possible, the Great Y/N Y/L/N, sorry I mean, Y/N Stark is in love?” Michelle said smiling away knowing shes correct again.

“Maybe” you replied to her. You placed your phone beside you and picked up the pen once again.

“In Love? With Who” you heard a masculine voice speak from behind you. You jumped up and turned around. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw who it was. Michelle was laughing behind you but you didn’t care. You walked froward to hung him. “Are you in love with me?” He asked looking down at you with a cheesy grin on his face.

“You know what, no. Harry just has something about him” you reply sarcastically to your spider boyfriend.

“Mm hmm” is all you hear from him before your lips attach to each others. Peter had told you he loves you, but you had never told him. You didn’t want to get hurt and he respected that. When you two pull apart, you can start to hear footsteps. You quickly release you embrace of him and jump back onto the couch beside Michelle.

“Peter” you hear your father say, “we need to go.” When your dad finally looks up from his phone he sees you and Michelle working away and Peter standing near the couches. You turn around giving you dad a puzzled look pretending you were confused. “Peter is a Intern for stark industries. He’s a…”

“Chemistry nerd” you finish his sentence for him. “We have chemistry and physics together” you say turning away to carry on with your studies.

“You should tell him now” you heard Michelle say next to you, a little to loud.

“Tell me what?” You father turns towards you once again.

You were cursing in your head. Just as Pete was about to step in you quickly reply “I’m Seeing someone.” You avoid looking at the boy you were head over heels for. “ have been for 3 months.”

“Invite him to dinner tomorrow” is the last thing your dad says before leaving the room. You looked at Pete who was still lingering in the room. He had a look of panic on his face.

“I can’t do tomorrow, try rearranging it to movie night?” Peter asked. You nodded knowing it would be hard to explain to your dad about him not going without saying his name and the real reason, his aunt may needed his help with something. 




An couple hours later, Michelle had gone home and the meeting of the avengers and defenders was coming to an end. You walked quietly into the room and stood at the back. Steve had noticed you walk in as he was at the front talking. After the meeting had been wrapped up you walked up to your dad, smiling at peter as you passed him. “He can’t do tomorrow” you said to him as everyone except you two was leaving.

“Why?” Tony questioned.

“He’s got family thing tomorrow” you replied which wasn’t technically wrong.  He gave you a questioning look before nodding.

“So when will I meet him?” Tony asked. Yo looked at him remembering what Peter had suggested.

“How about Friday, nothing to fancy or expensive either” you made it clear you wanted to go somewhere casual.

“Are you suggesting somewhere casual?” He asked and you just nodded, “No. we’ll get someone into the tower to cook, but I want to see how he dresses up to meet me” you just nodded and turned away silently cursing. You weren’t a big fan of dresses.




On the Monday of the week you walked along the corridor with Michelle. You hadn’t seen Peter since Friday when you were studying. You saw him by his locker talking to Ned. You snuck up behind him and put your hands over his eyes. “Guess who” you said smiling.

“Umm… is it Gwen Stacy from my english class?” Peter turned round and kissed you. “Hmm so not Gwen” you both smiled and kissed again.

“Dad says Friday at Stark Tower, but you have to dress up, in a suit. Not that suit but you know, a Suit”  you told him. The two of you were sarcastic and liked to joke about even if the moments serious.

“I can do that” he told you kissing you again “I love you” you kissed his cheek before turning around and heading to class.

“How did you get so lucky?” Ned asked peter who smiled at his words.

“I don’t know” is all Peter could say.




Friday had arrived and you were dressed in your favourite dress waiting for Peter to arrive. Your dad had one of the rooms cleared and had a table set. He was in there waiting for you and your boyfriend. You still didn’t know how to explain everything to him.

Peter arrived in a suit and you looked him up and down smiling, “you looked good” you tell him. Usually when you went out for meals you both wore casual stuff, nothing this fancy.

“I would say the same about you but….” He said and you looked at him stunned, “you look more than good, you look amazing!” You smiled at his words. You took his hand, kissed him on the cheek, and led him to where Tony had been waiting.

“Dad, this is, well you already know” you told him worried about his reaction. Like it was planned Tony stood up.

“No. No way in hell are you two together!” He said starting to become angry.

“Mr stark” Peter tried to speak but was interrupted by Tony.

“You have been dating MY daughter for THREE months and never thought to bring it up in conversation?” Tony was becoming really pissed off, “ THIS, whatever, THIS is, will NOT carry on”

Peter was about to say something but you said something “its not up to you”

“Pardon?” You heard him reply, Peter took your hand holding it.

“It’s not up to you who I date, it’s up to me and only me. I know you are just looking out for me but what Peter and I have is special. I don’t care that the two of you work together, like I don’t care he’s Spider-Man, I care about him so much and I never told you because I knew how you would react.” You explained to him. Your eyes started to water ever so slightly.

“He’s only going to get you hurt, he’s going to end up getting you killed”

“And so could you! Yet here I am, still being apart of your family, so let us try!” You exclaimed a tear starting to make it’s way down your face. “And no matter what you say, I will not break up with him because you want us to, I… I love him”

Peter turned towards you looking at you with shock as you had just admitted you love him. “Fine, but if you get hurt I don’t want to know” Is the last thing Tony says before he leaves the room. You turned to fully face peter.

“I love you so, so much” he told you cupping your face with his hands.

“I love you too” you replied leaning in to kiss him.

Turns out Tony was wrong as you and Peter stayed together and you weren’t killed or hurt because of him.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy Joshua scenario? Thank you so much for writing all of these and for your wonderful blog ^~^

- you and joshua are neighbors
- you both live right next to each other, but surprisingly….. you’re not close at all
- you acknowledge each other from time to time of course, whether it’s saying hi when you catch one another outside the house or nodding at each other in the school hallways
- but aside from that…. you just know him as your cute next door neighbor or your classmate joshua hong
- one morning, your friend asks you if you could get her one of those club application papers
- she can’t do it herself because she’s already running late that morning, like she’s running to school that very moment
- you successfully grab a paper for her, and you wait patiently for her to get to class
- she rushes into the room five seconds before the teacher enters, and you hold up the piece of paper and give her a thumbs up
- she mouths “thank you” and you’re about to get out of your seat to give it to her when the homeroom teacher enters the room and says “everyone, in your seat”
- you gesture to her that you’ll give it after, but the teacher suddenly says “okay, i’ve been instructed to pick up the club applications today. i’ll be picking them up at the end of class, and i’ve been told i can’t accept any after that”
- your friend just looks at you with wide eyes, while you try to figure out how to get it to her since you’re on opposite ends of the classroom
- any normal person would pass it around and tell them to get it to your friend but no, you know what you do instead?
- you turn the club application form into a paper plane and launch it towards your friend while the teacher isn’t looking
- you watch it fly across the room and instead of reaching your friend
- it hits joshua on the head
- startled, he jumps in his seat and looks down to see the paper plane on the floor
- he picks it up and looks around the classroom with confusion written on his face, stopping when he sees your surprised expression
- your mouth stays wide open in shock even when he points at the paper plane, and you mouth “sorry!!” while pointing over to your friend sitting next to him
- joshua just smiles and nods his head, and then he passes the paper plane to your friend who thanks him for it
- at the end of class, your friend successfully gives in the paper and they apologize for all the trouble like this wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t decide on their club last minute
- but you just shake your head and tell them it’s completely fine
- later that night, you’re doing homework in your room with the window open because the night breeze feels so nice
- halfway through doing your math homework, something hits you on the forehead and you let out a yelp of surprise
- while rubbing the painful spot on your forehead, you look down to find a paper plane lying on your desk
- you pick it up with confusion on your face, and then you look out the window to find your neighbor joshua laughing from his room across from yours
- he gestures for you to unfold the paper plane, and when you do, in neat hand-writing says, “that’s for earlier”
- you gape at the paper, and after quickly jotting down a response, you send it flying back
- joshua catches the plane and laughs at your response, which is “i’m so sorry again!!! i didn’t mean to, are you all right??”
- he writes something down, and sends it back with “i’m fine, there’s not much a paper plane can do to me :) is your forehead all right though?? sorry for hitting it!!”
- and for the next few minutes, you both communicate via paper planes
- the conversation goes from school to actual introductions, and you realize that this is your first real conversation with joshua
- “i’m joshua, but i’m sure you already know that lol. you’re (name), right?”
- “that’s me! so tell me, is math keeping you up too?”
- “nah, i managed to finish the work in class. the english essay’s a bit of a pain though”
- you both exchange paper planes, until joshua tells you he’s going to head to bed since he has to prepare for a long day considering club activities start tomorrow
- you tell him it’s fine, and after sending him the “good night” message, he smiles at you and closes his window
- you go back to doing your math homework, but during quick breaks, you can’t help but read through the paper planes again
- you thought that the paper plane thing was only a one-time thing, but no
- the next night, joshua sends another one over to you right when you’ve just entered your room after eating dinner
- “hello, neighbor :) how was your day today?”
- you smile as you grab a pen and write “joshua!! my day went fine. the cooking club wasn’t all too bad actually. which club did you join?
- “cooking club sounds fun!! i joined the music club. i met really cool people there, our class’ vice president jihoon is actually in that club too, did you know?”
- “JIHOON? NO WAY I THOUGHT HE’D JOIN BASEBALL”
- the planes fly from one room to the other (save for some that unfortunately missed the window and crashed to the ground), and you actually feel sad when you realize how late it’s gotten
- you tell joshua you have to do your homework, and he says it’s fine since he should probably get started on his too
- you say good night to each other, and you get to work, but your mind is clearly elsewhere
- the funny thing about this whole paper plane thing is that neither of you ever brought up phone numbers or social media accounts
- neither of you talk to each other in class either
- there’s the occasional good morning and hello, but aside from that, not really
- it’s like the only way for you both to actually get a conversation going is to send paper planes, and weird as it is….. you’re fine with it this way
- you guys will of course have talk to each other in person one day, but for now, paper planes will do
- the conversations eventually turn into a 20-questions type of game, and learning so much about joshua…. it feels nice….. he’s not just “that cute boy next door” or “model student joshua hong” or “mr. nice guy”
- he’s a friend
- “so joshua, any dreams?”
- “this might sound weird but…. i’ve already kind of dreamed of becoming an idol?? to be able to share my music with everyone, to be able to make others happy with my singing…. it’s just a dream though ^^ you?”
- “it’s a wonderful dream!!! hmm well….. i really just want a happy life, like we all do. a life where i’m always surrounded by my friends and family. that’s all i could hope for. it’s simple hahah”
- “but it’s a good dream nonetheless :) now it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it? how about we get to the smaller stuff? what’s your favorite color?”
- “really, joshua? LOL”
- it’s become a habit, really—your day is incomplete if you don’t send or receive at least one paper plane
- and you both may or may not have grown interested in the things the other likes
- never mind that you cried during each of the anime movies joshua recommended to you, or that you started listening to 2bic, or that you suddenly started craving kiwi ice cream
- and it’s not like you saw a bag of your favorite candy in joshua’s backpack, or that one time he came to class with your favorite kind of tea, or that one time you saw the album cover of your favorite artist on his phone
- you’re both just trying new things, right?
- your friends have been telling you how much happier you look these days, how livelier you’ve become
- and somehow, you’ve convinced them and yourself that the reason is “summer’s here!! how can i not be happy?”
- but after days of denying it, you FINALLY admit to yourself
- that you’ve fallen for joshua
- maybe it’s because he always sends over a paper plane with kind words on it when you’re feeling down
- or that he doesn’t mind staying by the window to help you with your math homework
- or that he’s just so kind and thoughtful and funny and….. he just….. makes your rainy days a little better
- you’re shaking with nervousness while writing on your paper plane to joshua, and he definitely noticed this because he sent you one before you could send yours
- you unfold the paper and read “(name), are you all right? you look a bit uneasy”
- you look up to see joshua standing by his window with a worried look on his face, pointing down at the paper plane you’re working on to let him know he’ll be getting a response soon
- you’ve only written a sentence, but it’s a sentence that could make or break your entire relationship
- you gently fold your paper plane, take a deep breath, and send it flying over to joshua
- you watch nervously as he unfolds it, and you know it’s over when you see him freeze
- “joshua… this might sound weird since we’ve hardly ever talked in person, but… i think i like you”
- he probably read it about ten times in his head before looking up at you, and you tense up when you have eye contact
- but then
- he looks down, closes the windows, pulls the curtains, and
- that’s it
- you walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, burying your face in your hands because what have you done
- your relationship was perfectly fine, and now it’s ruined, all because you let your feelings get in the way
- you leave your window open, not even caring if bugs crawled inside the room because MAYBE you’d wake up to a paper plane on the floor
- but the next morning, you find nothing
- you look out the window to find joshua’s windows and curtains in the same position as the night before, and your heart aches a little
- you frown the entire walk to school, and you take a deep breath before walking into your classroom because you know you’re going to see joshua
- the second you step into the room, you both have eye contact
- but he’s the first one to turn away
- this ruins your mood for the rest of the day, and you haven’t regretted something this bad in a while
- the day goes by painfully slow, and when it’s finally over, you’re so glad you don’t have club activities that day because you just want to go home and die in your room
- but while you’re walking, something suddenly hits the back of your head
- you turn around to see joshua standing a few feet away
- you say “joshua? don’t you have music club—?”
- he cuts you off and says “that doesn’t matter right now”
- he then walks over to the paper plane lying on the ground, picks it up, and holds it out to you
- you take it from him, slowly unfold the plane, and you break out into a smile when you read the words written on it
- “i think… i like you too, (name).”
- you look up to see joshua smiling shyly, and his cheeks are tinted pink as he says “i’m sorry for not replying last night….”
- you jokingly say “you should be. i hardly slept because of you!!”
- joshua laughs at your response and says “i guess i owe you something then, don’t i? there’s this new restaurant down the street we could try out if you’re not busy this weekend…”
- you nod your head, smiling, “it’s a date.”

thank you for your request!! ^^

Wrong Person- Alex Nylander

Originally posted by eralchen66

Ok so there’s a lot of the brothers Nylander today so I’m breaking it up a little with switching the second Willy one with a second Mitch one tomorrow (I’m terrible with planning sue me). So enjoy Alex!

Warning: mentions of nudes and mentions of sexting (NOTHING IS OVER PG PROMISE)

Anon Request: Im here requesting all the time imagines about the nylanders 😂 anyway could you do one where youre dating Alex and then Will accidentally sees a Nude you sent ? Love your blog❤️❤️

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Love Triumphs  Chapter 10: Roomies

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1550 Words

Chapter Summary: It’s the morning after you moved in with Jared.

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Waking up the next morning, it took some time for your groggy mind to remember why your bed was extra comfortable, or why the sun wasn’t hitting you in the face like usual. Pulling on the sheets, you tried to cover your head, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. You didn’t have to be on set until late that afternoon, and you loved to sleep in on those mornings. But you could literally feel the music as it pounded through the house. Not loud enough to actually hear the words, the beat was forceful enough that you knew sleeping was out of the question.

Yawning, you slipped out of the silky sheets, brushing your hair back from your face with your hands as you remembered why everything seemed so different. Last night had been your first night as Jared’s roommate. The two of you had stayed up late into the night, enjoying the cheesecake you had bought, along with a couple of glasses of wine. When he had walked you to your door, kissing you on your cheek it had been after midnight, and you had fallen straight into bed.

Still in your sleep shorts and tank top, you slipped out of your room, making your way down the stairs. The music was louder down here, coming from a room off of the garage. Heading straight for the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of coffee just as the music turned off. You could hear footsteps seconds before a very sweaty, breathing hard Jared came into the kitchen, using a towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. He was wearing a tank top, along with basketball shorts, and you couldn’t help but take in the muscular arms, and the thin but strong legs of his. Even sweaty the man looked amazing, and you wanted nothing more than for him to kiss you senseless.

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You’re Not Bastian...

Anon asked: Hey! I love your blog so much! Could you do a Poe X reader with “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" au? 

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Oh my god, this prompt just sounded so awkward and hilarious, I had to do it. Thank you, Anon!)

Plot Summary: All you were doing was just fixing Poe’s proton-torpedo launcher. Just a simple task for you as the Chief Engineer. What you didn’t expect, however, was the sting of someone smacking your butt while you were bent over, trying to fix a few gears from inside Poe’s X-Wing.

Warning: Light Swearing

Originally posted by fkcoolcreator

“Last one on the list, Chief. You sure you want to take this one? It’s not scheduled until tomorrow.” Aurelai, one of the mechanics, handed you the paperwork.

“It’s Dameron again. He’s becoming a regular around here, and he’s the most frequent flyer. He’s one of the priorities when he damages his ship.” You sighed, putting the paper onto a clipboard.

“Oh Y/N, you’re blushing!” Aurelai nudged you with her elbow.

“No, I’m not.” You turned away from her.

“Come on, think about it. It’s a clear, starry night tonight. You and Poe, atop his X-Wing, counting out the stars. He shuffles, turning over to you, lips ever so clo-” You shoved one of the clean rags into her face.

“That’s enough, Aurelai. Don’t you have an early shift tomorrow?” 

She sputtered out the cloth, still grinning.

“Come on, Y/N. It’s meant to be and you know it! You two clearly like eachother! Even the General says so! She’s all like, ‘How are Poe and Y/N not together yet? He and her clearly enjoy one another’s company.’” She giggled.

“Aurelai, shoo!” You yelled, a whining tone coming from you as you hid your face behind your clipboard as she skipped off to her room.

“I swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” You sighed and started your journey to Poe’s landing deck.

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Jackson Wang - Healing Time With Jackson

Originally posted by markjin

Authors Note: 

First of all, I just wanted to say that if you’re reading this, THANK YOU. The fact that you’re reading my work, and hopefully supporting it, really means the world to me and I am EXTREMLEY grateful! Second of all, I do want to make you aware of the fact that this is a OLD one shot I wrote on AsianFanfics for an IGot7 Secret Santa. It IS uploaded onto AFF, so PLEASE don’t think I’m stealing it. It’s 100% my own and I have the emails with the runners of that project to prove it. 

I also wanted to say that I’m very aware that this one shot kind of sucks. It’s super long and way too detailed, but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless! Please feel free to leave me feedback, whether it be comments or constructive critisism! I love knowing if you guys like something and I’m always down for writing advice!

Thanks again, and happy reading! :)

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Telling Someone You Want To Kiss Them

This one is dedicated to @zut-ara​ who sent me a prompt a while ago to write a scene between Katara and Zuko after the Ember Island Players show, and who also is a main part of the reason I decided to make this blog. Follow her if you don’t; she’s fantastic. This one’s for you! 


I made a mistake.

Katara laid stretched out on the sand, her back against the grains, hair fanning out around her, and turned her head from the full moon above to the person sitting next to her. Zuko was facing the bonfire, staring into the flames intensely. The fire illuminated the prince’s face, light dancing off his pale skin. Katara watched him, unable to look away. There was no other way to word it. Right at that moment, he looked beautiful.

I made a mistake, she thought again.

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Love at First Video Part 2

Misha Collins x Reader

1000 Words

Story Summary:  You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Part 1

You were heartbroken. Here you had worked hard, and had thought you had done an amazing job. And it was all blown to bits when Misha declared that you had copied the idea from him. Before answering, you decided to do a little research of your own.

Typing his name into the Youtube search engine, you sighed when you saw hundreds of conventions videos. Normally, you enjoyed watching them, wishing that someday you could afford to go to one, but it wasn’t what you were looking for. Finally, you found his youtube page, and you clicked on it, noticing right away his cooking videos. Frowning you clicked on the first one, watching as Misha went shopping with his kids, then went home and let them mix, and cook everything, making pasta with jam sauce. It was adorable, and hilarious, and his kids were the cutest. It was a lot like yours which surprised you.

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Fools  Part 1

{ Next }


Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

How to read the story:

(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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Tell Him Part 2 (Bran x reader)

Prompt: OMG Thank you so much,“Tell him” was amazing and I wanted to ask if ypu would like to make a second part? Maybe some smut in the night of the wedding,or maybe just a normal day before their wedding where people tease them about everything and they cuddle and lots of cute things. + Hi! I love love looove your blog and I wanted to request something for you. Can you maybe do a bran stark x reader based around the song perfect by ed sheeran and make it really fluffy and adorable? Thanks!

Note: Sorry this took so long! I’m not as confident when it comes to writing for Bran, but i hope you enjoy! Check out Part 1.

Part 1

It was two days before the wedding, and Winterfell was beginning to get busy. The kitchens were already starting to prepare parts of the feast, and later that day some of the great families would be arriving.

Despite how hectic the castle was, the Starks still managed to find time to break their fast together. You couldn’t help but fall in love with how close the Starks were as a family.

You hoped that one day you and Bran would have a family like the one he grew up in, with a great brood of children that would love each other just as much as their aunt and uncles had.

Bran was sat beside you, and you felt his hand reach for yours under the table, you couldn’t help but blush, squeezing his hand lightly.

Arya rolled her eyes at the sight, quickly picking up on Brans not so subtle hand holding “Bloody hell you two are sickeningly in love”

Sansa nudged Arya’s arm hard, and Catelyn sent a scowl in her direction, of course the boys just laughed.

Bran sent a smirk in your direction “To be fair Mother, I think Arya might be right.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Arya and Rickon both pretending to be sick, but you knew they were just as happy for you and Bran as everyone else – they just had different ways of showing it.

Catelyn gave you both a knowing look “We’re going to have trouble separating you two the night before the wedding, aren’t we?”

You bit your lip. You and Bran had planned to forgo that tradition, both of you not subscribing to the old wives’ tale that it may be bad luck.

Catelyn smiled at the look on both yours and Brans faces. “You may want to spend every waking minute together now, but trust me you’ll be sharing a bed for the rest of your lives. You’ll be grateful for the rest before the big day.”

Robb scoffed at that “It’s not like they’ve been sneaking into each-others rooms since-” Your eyes widened, and you swiftly kicked Robb in the shin, shutting him up.

Ned only raised an eyebrow at Robbs outburst, saying nothing. You suspected that both Ned and Catelyn were both being polite and not saying anything, though you suspected you would be teased for it after the wedding.

You spent the rest of the day curled up in thick furs with Bran under the heart tree in the Gods wood. You both had a book in hand, and sat in a comfortable silence.

“I can scarce believe that the next time we will be here it will be to get married.” Bran said in awe, pulling you closer to him.

You gave a slight smile as you felt his arm around you. “I’m going to miss you tomorrow” you sighed “It’s such a stupid tradition.”

“I know love” Bran said, kissing you on the forehead “But they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

You shook you head, and let out a small laugh “Bran if my heart was any fonder of you I think it might burst.”

Brans gave a slight smirk “We’ll then I’ll have to think of a plan then wont I?” he said, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek.


It was the night before the wedding, and your stomach was in knots. You hadn’t seen Bran all day, and you couldn’t help but miss him. The next day would be the biggest day of your life – and you wanted him by your side going into that.

You sat at the end of your bed, with Summer besides you, your face buried into his fur. As much as you adored summer- you still missed Bran.

You were just about to give in and go to sleep when you heard a knock at the door. Summers ears pricked up and he moved towards the door.

You hesitated for a moment, before you heard the knock again. “Y/n? I have a surprise… hurry up!” It was Robb.

You opened the door to see the grinning faces of Robb and Bran Stark. Of course. You couldn’t help but grin too, at the man that would be your husband, and at the insane but wonderful family you would be joining.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it…” Robb said as he shuffled out of the door way. “I can give you a few hours, but I’ll have to make sure Brans back in his chambers by morning.”

You nodded, acquiescently, knowing he was right, but wishing you could just have that night with Bran. Robb slipped the door closed behind, and you were finally alone together.

As soon as you heard the door click shut, a huge grin broke across both of your faces. You immediately wrapped your arms around Bran, who pulled you onto his lap.

“I can’t believe you’re here now Bran!” You said, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, as Bran wrapped his arm around your waist. “I look a complete mess.”

You could hear the smile in Brans voice as he spoke “Y/n you look perfect” He said and kissed your forehead. “You’re beautiful, sweet and stronger than any woman I have ever known, and I can’t believe that tomorrow I’ll get to call you mine. I love you.”

You couldn’t hold back the blush as Bran spoke, and held him tighter “Gods Brandon Stark, do you know how much I love you?”

Bran smirked “I’m guessing at least a little bit since you agreed to marry me.”

You rolled your eyes “A lot Bran. I love you more than I can say.”

You spent the rest of the evening cocooned together, talking about what you planned for your life together – what you might call your first born.

After Robb came and helped Bran back to his chambers you fell into an easy sleep, knowing that the next day would most likely be the best day of your life.


The ceremony itself was beautiful, and all of the Great Houses of the North had come to see the two of you wed. You had always love the Gods woods, so it felt fitting that it would be the place where you would finally be able to marry Bran.

The ceremony went faster than you had thought it would. You had thought it would feel odd, being a Stark rather than a Y/l/n, but when you saw Bran’s face, you knew that the name Y/n Stark fit you better than any other.

The families began to file out of the Godswood, but you lingered behind with Bran. Sansa turned around and gave you a questioning look, but you gestured for her to go on. You felt a funny kind of warmth in your chest when you realised she was now your sister by law, though she had always been your sister at heart.

Once the wood was empty, Bran wordlessly took your hand in his, and squeezed it tightly.

“I’ve loved you for so long Y/n, since I was a child, but I never thought I would be this lucky”

You opened your mouth to speak, to say how it was you that was the lucky one, but Bran continued.

“Y/n, you look perfect tonight.”

I Didn’t Need To See That

Fandom: Merlin

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Plot: I love your blog! Could I request a Merlin X reader where they’ve been dating in secret for a while, and one day Arthur and Gaius stumble upon them in bed or kissing or something and it’s really awkward and fluffy? Thank you darling xox

Warning: None

“You know that I love you right?” Merlin whispered to my lips, making a shiver run down my spine.

“Yeah, I just wish that we could be open about it.”

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No Matter What (Part 15 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine you’re an Avenger and you meet Bucky for the first time during Civil War

Word Count: 1719

Warning: Language, flangst? Fluff if you squint and stand on your head, implied sex

Notes: This will follow Cap America: Civil War…. I envisioned a younger reader who’s like 19-24 years old, btw. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis  @bubblyanarocks3@thefridgeismybestie@random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens@feelmyroarrrr@kaeling @ijustwanttobepartofyourworld

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester@the-red-world-of-jess-chibi@memory-of-a-goldfish @mellsstark

Bucky Barnes: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @ultrarebelheart @lenawiinchester @its-not-a-tulpa

No Matter What: @void-imaginations @devil-may-cry-11-blog @james-heaven-barnes @mrs-lancelot@gingergrad@eyelinernim@fairchild21 @shifutheshihtzu

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Over the next few days, you and Bucky were inseparable as Steve and T’Challa worked on a plan to get the team out of prison. Every day, you asked Bucky again if he wanted to go into the cryofreeze, and every day he said yes. He still felt it was the best for everyone and you simply nodded each time. You didn’t want him to go but what choice did you have?

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Last Chance

Summary: Bucky Barnes goes out for one last night before heading off to defend his country. 

40′s Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2416

Warnings: Mentions of Smut (no actual smut), mentions of Bucky Barnes leaving for war.. 

A/N: This was inspired by Emily Kinney’s Last Chance. There’s just something about her music that makes me wanna write pre-war Bucky. Thank you everybody who supports my writing, I cannot describe to you how much that it means to me. An extra special thank you to @sebbys-girl and @beccaanne814-blog for reminding me of what’s important about writing. I really hope everybody likes this! :) Feedback would be amazing! (Also please let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged in anything.)

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anonymous asked:

Honestly things have been such a mess lately and looking more and more like it's going to be a long term battle. Not even sure if there is still a band left anymore. I still care about the guys but if we have to continue with the bullshit then I don't see the point really. Now we got two fake babies and a bunch of fake girlfriends and the most shady promo. I would rather give my time and money to someone else. Still gonna be here for your writing though :)

Who would’ve thought this shit would stretch for long and get even worse, eh? I certainly wouldn’t. But we’re here, and that’s the current situation. *sighs*

I don’t even worry about the band TBH. All this shit we’re seeing traces back to money. We’re seeing the result of a predatory industry preying on young talents (literal kids when the boys started). So, even if it takes 20 years, 1D will still come back because it’s profitable. (New Kids on The Block have returned, so why not 1D?).

Even if they were at each other’s throats (like the press wants us to believe), at one point they would still come back because $$$. Remember how everyone got excited about the prospect of some dude suing 1D and how that would mean all five reunited in court? That only proves that, despite the fuckery in this fandom, people would nut for a reunion. End of. 1D are a big name. It doesn’t matter that many think they’re a band for kids. Pretty much everyone knows about 1D, even if just to mock them as “kiddies stuff”.

(And here I don’t have much to say because 1D’s team targets grown men making all kinds of lewd jokes and singing innuendos at kids. If you go back to UAN tour, you’ll know a bunch of hormonal teenage boys were NEVER appropriate for little kids. “Blow a kiss, blow a job”? “Different dick every night”? PLS!)

But back to the subject. Yeah, it feels like everything will drag for some time. We see all those babies around, and it doesn’t seem like we’re getting any denouement soon. We can’t enjoy anything about the boys’ solo careers without some kind of fuckery, or being used to promote their so-called “girlfriends”. Everything is normal and people break up and get cheated and go back again.  Yup, nothing to see here. Celebrities are fickle and so are the normal people associated to them. :)

Many don’t care for facts and roll with it. Some even want you to dumb down to their level when logic and facts tell you otherwise. Fandom life is more and more complicated because you don’t know who to follow, the friend of yesterday is the heterosexuality-loving anti of tomorrow blocking you and pretending like they’ve never seen the shadiness they turn a blind eye on now. Many of your blog friends are deleting or changing blogs completely; everybody and their nan are a Kpop blog now.

I agree with you in that we don’t have many positive things right now. Haven’t had them for years now TBH. It’s just no fun. I can see why investing time in other thing would be nice, or even just enjoy casually the music that (hopefully) comes out. I’ll probably do that at one point, too. I’m not interested in drama. When I want drama I watch Soraya Montenegro try to kill three different characters in the same scene★. Now That’s What I Call Drama™.

All that said, I still want to see the boys emerge victorious. It won’t be easy (we’re seeing it now), but one day something good must happen, right? We’ve never asked for much.

We wanted nice merch? Have dolls, bags and 256 perfumes!

We wanted OT5 content? Too bad, they’re all mortal enemies now. Their securities actually are to protect them from one another.

We wanted the rumoured collabs with other artists like FOB? Get rekt! There’s no ‘team’ in ‘featuring’, and have I mentioned that all 1D boys hate each other?

We’re honestly starved of everything we’d get from a normal band. I’ll be blunt here: I don’t give a single fuck about personal lives, naming their families members or whom they’re supposedly banging. I never did. But what did we get? A bunch of “relatable” canvas girlfriends to supposedly makes us squee. Aww, see that? The boys date normal girls! Older girls! That means you too can be a 1D girlfriend!!! Yeahhh… there’s not a single thing surrounding 1D that had been aimed for typical fans. Everything had been done like we all want to bone them. (And many do, but that’s not everyone. They’re not pieces of meat and we’re not fucking pumas!)

1D success has been DESPITE their team. The boys are loveable and their bond is what has drawn most of the people in. I still think we don’t have many 1D fans as we have “I’m [1D boy]’s fan and I’m stick with the other 4” around here. Too many hateful stans that thrive on tearing the others down to elevate their fave. When I think about that, it’s not hard see why 1D shitty team got away with the putrid stuff they try to feed us: too many scavengers.

Anyway! I have no idea where I was going with this (it’s mostly 1AM ramblings), but yeah. We can only hope for something good in less than 20 years. I wish all five the best and want to see them succeed. I hope I can see it happen before we’re all 50-somethings. And thank you for the kind words. :) Glad my writing can add something positive to this hellhole of fandom. I’m here for the music, the boys’ friendship, to support them and fandom content. Sadly those are the things we don’t get any more. *sighs*

Parties Can Hurt Sometimes Part8 (Dan Howell)

First of all I want to say that I’m sorry it took so long for me to post this but if you follow my blog I sort of told you guys why I had been slightly absent for so long. Also I know that the names in here are most likely not Dan’s family members real names but I have no idea their names are so that’s why. And yes the ‘me and Joe’ is on purpose since Dan is known for being a bit grammatically incorrect at times. Anyways that is all and I hope you enjoy! 

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part9


“So you’re coming with me to Zoe’s tomorrow right?” Asked Joe as he traced small patterns on my bare stomach

“Yeah, I already told Zoe so I can’t back down” I joked to which Joe pulled me closer making us both laugh

“Ha ha very funny” He said hugging me tight

“Ouch! My boobs Joe” I said making him loosen his grasp

“They’re great.” He said coming to kiss my neck

“You’re just a dick…” I said as he got on top of me, kissing me in the process

“Maybe I am..” He said which we both knew he wasn’t “But you like it” He smirked

“You’re so dirty” I laughed as we began to kiss

This had been going on for a few weeks now. At first it had been something out of drunkenness when he’d invited me with the rest of the boys for a night out. That night then turned into another needy one when we were hanging out at his place and somehow it just happened. Ever since then we had become friends with benefits but not the normal ones were they’d do it and one would leave. Ours would have somewhat a tone of romance into it. Were after we would stay in bed naked and just enjoy each other’s company, sometimes talking about random things but enjoying the company nonetheless.

We were in the middle of doing it when a call startled me, Joe stopped his movements but stayed on top of me as I grabbed the phone and answered the call.

“Hello?” I said clearing my throat

“Hey (y/n)” Said Hazel “What’re you up to right now?”

Just as I was about to speak Joe moved a little clearly inpatient “Joe stop..” I whispered “I um.. I’m a bit busy” I said trying not to moan as Joe continued to move slowly

“Joe? Is everything okay, you sound a bit out of breath.” She said chuckling

“Ye-yeah everything’s fine.” I said with a shaky breath

“Oh my God! Are you guys-” She started to say but I cut her off

“Hazel!” I said closing my eyes “Please don’t say it”

“But you are, aren’t ya?” She asked but already knew the answer

“Please don’t tell anyone…” I said opening my eyes and looking at Joe

“Sure, don’t worry. Well I’ll leave you to it. Bye (y/n)! Bye Joe!” She said hanging up

Putting my phone down I looked over at Joe once more waiting for a reaction. Not really sure if he would be mad or okay with me telling her that.

“What’s wrong?” He asked confused

“Are you not… mad? I mean with what I told Hazel?” I asked running a hand through his hair

“Why would I? I mean if someone finds out, they find out. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to go around telling everyone” Leaning down he kissed me gently before continuing “Besides I know you don’t want dan to find out”

“How do you know that?” I asked slightly taken aback

“Because I know you very well love” He said caressing my cheek “I know you well enough to know you’re afraid of Dan finding out because of what he might think of you afterwards”

“Thanks Joe. I know that all of this, all of me can be very tricky at times. How can you handle me?” I said with a laugh

“Like this” He said seductively connecting our lips once more as he began moving again causing me to moan and enjoy the moment.

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“Oh my God! Alfie stop doing that!” I yelled as I once again got scared

This was the third time I’d been scared since we got here and you would think I’d learned from the first time, although I do have to admit it will make for a pretty funny moment in his vlog. We had gotten here around 2 pm but now it was dark and everyone was in a state of tranquility, the sort of state you develop after a long day that once night falls everything just stops and you just take a deep breath and relax. That was what Zoe and myself were doing, we were currently up in her makeup room as I called it since it was where all her makeup was, we were sitting on the small sofa talking when a particular subject came up after all I knew it would come up sooner or latter.

“So… you and Joe?” She asked simply knowing I already knew what she was talking about

“You don’t like it do you?” I asked with a frowned eyebrow and half smile

“It’s not that, really.” She said shaking her head slightly “You know I ove you both and I just don’t want neither of you to get hurt”

“And we won’t I promise you.” I said sitting a bit straight since my back was starting to hurt “We both know very well what we are, we talked about it a lot after it happen the first time and we have our own terms. We both agreed on a few things” I said more confidently

“What type of terms?” She asked curious

“Well… We agreed on that for as long as we continue this we wont be with anyone else, if one of us starts having feelings for the other we have to come out and say it. Which I know he does have some type of feelings for me but he said that if his feelings became stronger he would tell me” I pointed out to which Zoe nodded her head “Also if we meet someone and really like the person we would end it because it obviously wouldn’t be okay if either of us were to be going out on dates with other people and then do what we do” I explained

“Well that’s good. I don’t disapprove of it, I just don’t want you guys to get hurt” She said again causing me to smile in understanding

“I know, we won’t. I promise” I said once again as we continued to talk about other things

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“I mean how can you disagree that she doesn’t look hot in this” I said pointing at the actress who was currently talking on screen

“I never said that. I just think she looks better in other things” Joe said laughing as I felt his chest vibrate

We were currently laying down on my sofa watching a movie and relaxing from the trip back from Zoe and Alfie’s , it had been a great weekend spent with them but the trip back to London had been slightly tiring. I had mentioned to Joe that he should come back to my house and we’d have a movie night, so that was what we were doing, him in some sweat pants and grey shirt and me with one of his signature shirts and some shorts since his shirts weren’t that big much to my dismay. Just as the movie was coming to an end there was a knock on the door which caused a smile to creep on my face since we had ordered take out not long ago.

“I’ll get it” I said getting up and heading to the front door. Opening the door my smile disappeared and a little worry consumed me as I was faced with Dan.

“Don’t look so happy to see me” He joked causing me to smile again nervously

“Sorry” I said with a little laugh “I just thought you were the delivery guy”

“Sorry to disappoint”

“It’s fine. What are you doing here?” I asked wanting him to leave

“I had to talk to you about something.”

“Could it wait till tomorrow? I’m just really tired and I was about to head off to bed” I rambled

“But you’re waiting for take out” He pointed out confused

“What’s taking so long? Is there trouble with the payment?” Said Joe coming behind me as I felt my blood go cold and eyes wide “Oh hey Dan…” Joe said clearly surprised

I cursed in my head as I saw Dan’s eyes squint a little as he looked at Joe for a few seconds and then looked back at me noticing the shirt, even though I wasn’t that close nor touching him I could still sense how he tensed up. Out of all the ways Dan could’ve found out this was one I didn’t like so much and to make matters worse there was no sign of emotion coming from him which frightened me since it made it hard for me to know what he was thinking.

“I just came to talk to (y/n) but I clearly interrupted something.” He said in a monotone voice “You’re right this can wait” He continued as he looked back at me “I should go. Have a nice night” He said harshly

I was about to stop him when the delivery came giving Dan an opportunity to leave faster.

After that day I sensed as Dan acted slightly different towards me, when I tried to talk to him about it he’d just say that it was fine and that he was happy for us but I could tell he wasn’t completely honest, furthermore he never mentioned what he wanted to talk to me about. November had ended a week ago now and I still was debating on what I would for Christmas, going back home wasn’t an option since my family had planned a holiday trip and I’d already said I couldn’t go. I was yet to ask Dodie if the party invitation was still on but I didn’t know what was holding me back, it’s like I was waiting for someone or something to come up not really knowing what it was that I wanted.

Walking into Starbucks I spotted Dan at a far end booth with two drinks on the table, smiling I walked over and sat in front of him.

“Hey Danny boy” I said with a little laugh taking the drink with my name

“Hey (y/n) girl” He said trying to mimic me but not being successful at it

“Doesn’t sound the same. Mmm this is good” I said loving the hot chocolate in my hands

“I knew you would like it. So about what we talked on the phone…” He said somewhat nervous

“Oh yeah. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked looking up from my drink to him

“You remember what I told you back in May?” He said looking down at his drink

“Well I don’t know Dan, you’ve told me a lot of things. You’ve got to be a little more specific” I joked putting my drink down

“About Christmas. What I told you about Christmas” He said finally looking at me

“Oh that…” I said sitting a bit back “You don’t have to worry about that I understand that you want to take Samantha instead of me. You want her to meet the parents” I said in a joking matter even though I hated the idea

“Well actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. She’s not going, she can’t make it. And I wanted to know if would like to go instead…” I could tell how nervous he was by his face

“You wanted me to go, as your second option?” I asked slightly hurt and annoyed

“What? No!” He said quickly “You’re not my second option, in fact I asked you first so if anything Samantha was the second option” He tried to joke, getting no response from me he sighed then continued “Look I just want to know if you’ll like to come spend Christmas with me and my family”

After thinking for a little while a smile grew on my face by the thought of spending Christmas with him and his family. Looking at him a smile grew on his face as he could already notice the answer, I simply nodded and we continued talking.
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“It’s so nice to have you here (y/n)” Said Mindy, Dan’s mom in a soothing tone

“It really is. Thank you for letting me come” I said looking at her with admiration

It was the second day of us here and I was loving it so far. Right now Mindy and I were in the living room chatting about with the fireplace warming us up. I had met Dan’s family a few times now but never gotten to visit their home so it was nice getting to do so. As I laughed at something Mindy said Dan came in the room with two mugs and a cute smile in his face.

“What are you two talking so much about?” He asked coming to sit next to me

“Oh not much. Just a few things here and there” I said giving Mindy a smile as she laughed

I pulled up the blanket I had on and laid it on Dan’s lap as he then handed me one of the mugs loving the smell of hot chocolate. Pulling me closer to him I rested myself on his chest as his dad and brother came in the room, his brother holding hands with his cute girlfriend.

“Should I be worried?” He asked looking at both of us but I just shook my head

“Don’t worry it wasn’t anything too embarrassing. Thanks for the hot chocolate” I said blowing on the warm liquid before taking a careful sip

He only shakes his head as we all started to talk about something Robert, Dan’s dad had done a few weeks back and a few childhood stories here and there about Adrian from Dan to embarrass his younger brother in front of his girlfriend which I found kind of hilarious when it backfired and Adrian started telling embarrassing stories about Dan.

“Thank you so much for today but I should really get going.” Said Jack’s girlfriend getting up from the sofa “It was really nice to meet you (y/n).” She said coming to hug me

“It was nice meeting you too Rachel. It’s nice knowing someone is handling that one over there” I said jokingly pointing at Adrian

“Yeah…” She said laughing “Well you’re handling Dan pretty well so o think we’re doing good” She said coming closer to Adrian as I started to blush

“Umm babe, (y/n) isn’t Dan’s girlfriend” Adrian said as I sat up a bit away from Dan

“Oh…” She said wide eyed “I’m sorry. Adrian told me Dan was bringing his girlfriend this week so I thought it was you. Sorry” She said clearly embarrassed

“It’s okay. I was but she couldn’t make it so (y/n) came with me instead” Dan said which made me the embarrassed one now

She said goodbye to everyone once more with a small sorry as Adrian walked her out. Feeling like a fool I excused myself saying I was tired and headed upstairs into Dan’s room in look for my pajamas. As I looked for some shorts the door opened as Dan came in and then closed it.

“Hey” He said sitting on the bed

“Hey” I replied still looking for something warm

“You okay?” He asked which made me stop and turn around to see him

“Of course I am. Why would you ask?” I said, not giving him time to answer I continued “Why wouldn’t I be okay with having Rachel think that I was your girlfriend and having to correct her on it? Or having come here knowing that you were going to bring Samantha but couldn’t so instead you brought me which even though you said it wasn’t its obvious that I’m your second choice since you told your parents she was coming but couldn’t be bothered to tell them that that wasn’t the case and that I was coming instead. Why wouldn’t i be okay with that?” I rambled on as I had turned around and continued to looking been thought I had already found the bottoms and just didn’t want to look at Dan

“I can talk to Adrian and have him tell her that you’re dating Joe so that’ll be no misunderstandings” He said which made me turn around again and get closer to him

“I am not dating Joe!” I whisper-yelled

“But the day I went around yours-” He started but I cut him off

“The day you came to my place he was there, yes. And I was wearing a shirt of his but we are not dating. Joe and I…” I said with a sigh “We are somewhat like friends with benefits if you may. But we’re not anything like that. We don’t like each other” I slightly lied

“Well you at least find each other attractive if you are what you are” He pointed out with a little frown

“Well of course. I mean Joe is a very attractive guy. Of course I’m attracted to him” I said rolling my eyes

“What about me?” He said nervously which made me frown

“What?” I asked confused

“What if you had to choose between me and Joe?” He asked

Sighing I sat next to him turning his head my way and leaving my hand to caress his hair.

“I would choose you.” I said in a whisper for no reason at all “I would choose you, always” I said as we looked each other in the eyes

We stayed in silence for a little bit as I could feel each other leaning in closer and closer until our foreheads were touching each other and I could feel his breath on my lips. Just as I closed my eyes a knock on the door stopped us. With my eyes still closed I sighed and pulled away as Dan got up and opened the door.

“Samantha?” Dan said in a low voice making me open my eyes right away

“Surprise!” She said loudly coming to hug Dan

I just sat there, dumbfounded as I saw her kiss Dan looking down I took a deep breath in. Knowing very well that my lovely Christmas with Dan was over.

#176 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “Meeting van at a family friends barbeque?” and “Van dating an actress and they are at a movie premiere but Van gets uncomfortable watching his girlfriend’s sex scene so they ended up fighting about it but the girl manage to convince him in the end. You know, make it as cute and fluffy as possible.”


It was good to be home and around people that didn’t want you to sign photoshopped portraits of yourself. There was time to lay around on your friends’ couches, smoking and listening to music. There was so much to catch up on. You could visit your family, make them marvel at your fantastic life, find out what they needed so you could spend all your excessive income on them. What else were you going to do with the money? Even the rainy weather felt good. You’d spent too much time in Hollyweird and all you wanted was normality. All you wanted was to feel bored and to talk to average people and eat food made with love. It was good to be home.

Your mum’s friend was having a barbeque. Their son was back home. Like you, he was returning from worldwide adventures in stardom. His medium was sound though, where yours was film. You’d met Bondy only a handful of times. Your mum had become friends with his maybe five years ago, so he was already off touring most of the time. On the brief occasions you’d spoken him, you’d felt at ease. It was good to be reminded that weird didn’t have to mean bad. He was different to the rest of the world in a way that was charming and fun. It wasn’t an unsettling weird like half the people in the film industry. When you followed your mum into the front yard of Bondy’s parent’s house, he was sitting on the front steps. He stood when you both approached.

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Anon: “YOUR BLOG IS LITERALLY GOALS! You put so much effort into your work and your writing is amazing! Anyway, I see that requests are open, can I have Shawn Mendes (or Sammy if it has to be from the Omaha squad) where he thinks I’m cheating on him? (And we make up in the end) Thanks boo, Ily ❤️”


(Shawn’s POV) 

I fell asleep watching hockey again. The Maple Leaves weren’t playing, but watching hockey usually kept me occupied while I waited for Y/N to get home. She had to woke me up at 2 when she came in exhausted and headed for the shower. I yawn and lay my head on the pillow, staring at the bathroom door. This is the third time this week that she has gotten home after midnight. I can barely keep my eyes open when she finally crawls into bed next to me. “Hi beautiful” I say softly. 

“Hey Baby,” She kisses my temple. “I’m sorry about the late night again. Things have been pretty crazy at the studio. We have to get this coreo down before next weekend.” 

“Right” I yawn. My girlfriend runs one of the biggest dance studios in LA and next weekend is her giant end of the year show so she has been working around the clock. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. Can I come grab you for lunch tomorrow?” I put my chin on her thigh as she reads an email off of her phone. 

“Yeah sure. Just call the office first to see if I’m free.” She pats my head and I nod. 

“Okay,” I say softly before rolling over, turning off my lamp and going to sleep. 

The next day, I spent the whole morning doing PR for the album I’m dropping tomorrow morning. I went to 3 radio shows and prepped for the photoshoot I had in the afternoon. I had about an hour for lunch so I called Y/N’s office to let her know I was coming to pick her up. 

A guy’s deep voice that I recognize immediately answers. It’s my really good friend, Nick Jonas.  “Hello? Y/n Y/ln’s office. Who is this?” He was panting a little. 

“Um it’s Shawn. Can you tell her I called? I am coming to get her for lunch.” I say, still confused. There’s rustling in the background and a pause. Nick comes back to the phone. 

“Yeah she says no to lunch. She’ll see you tonight. Sorry, Bud” he hangs up and I sit there in silence. I try to find another explanation but the word CHEATING keeps popping in to my head. After a quick sushi run all by myself, I am completely convinced that Y/N is going to leave me for Nick. 

(Y/N’s POV)

“Shit” I gasp when Nick hangs up the phone. “He’s going to know! Why else would we be hanging out!” 

Nick shakes his head “I really don’t think he suspects anything, Y/N.”

“Are you kidding me? The late nights, the weird mysterious cancelations of plans, you answering my phone?” I roll my eyes at my favorite Jo Bro. “He has to know we’re throwing him an album release party tonight.” 

“Well, let’s keep moving forward as if everything is normal.” Nick says before heading back into my office to make some phone calls. The caterer canceled last minute, but he says that Demi’s sister runs one of the best catering companies in LA. I canceled rehearsals and classes for the rest of the day so we’re going to use the studio for the party. 

“Nick?” I duck my head into my office. “I’m going to go grab my dress for tonight and pick up some more balloons. Can you double check the guest list for me and make sure we have a bouncer lined up?”

“Yes boss” Nick rolls his eyes. “Remind me again how I wound up as your assistant?”

“You love Shawn almost as much as I do” I laugh and turn back to look at him “Plus you love being bossed around, you kinky weirdo” 

“Hey!” He calls out down the hall and I laugh. 

(Shawn’s POV)

The best album I have ever written is coming out in less than 24 hours and all I can think about is Nick Jonas feeling up my girlfriend. I could barely focus at the photoshoot. I am dreading seeing Y/N when she gets home (probably late) tonight. I don’t know if I’ll cry or yell or what. I get out of the shoot and am about to head back to our apartment when she texts me:

“We need to talk. Meet me at work.” 

I reply with out thinking:

“Okay…”

Fuck. I’m not ready for this. I’m not even sure what I’m going to do. Of course we’ll break up, but maybe not? No, we have to. No one cheats on Shawn Mendes. But it’s her! I love her. NO! Absolutely no cheating. God damnit.  

I’m shaking by the time I get to her studio. I pull into the garage and take an elevator up to her office. Damn the parking is crowded for 7:30 on a Friday night. I hope no one sees me if I break down crying. 

The elevator opens and she’s standing there waiting. I feel like I’m going to shit myself. I’m sweating like crazy. She pulls me into her office and sits me down. “Shawn”

I can barely speak. “Yeah?”

“I need to be honest with you.” She half smiles and looks around nervously. 

“Is he here?” I ask, panicked. “Nick! Nick!” 

“Damnit! I knew you would find out.” she hunches down in her office chair. 

“Of course! He’s my best friend” I choke on the word best. “I mean maybe not now, he destroyed the bro code”

“What?” Y/N’s brows are furrowed. 

“We can’t still be friends! He’s the reason you’re leaving me!” 

“What?” Y/N starts to laugh. 

“Why are you laughing? Cheating on me with my best friend is a pretty shitty thing to do Y/N and I have an album dropping tomorrow and I’m really stressed so just tell me it’s over and I’ll go.” I sigh and meet her eyes. Her eyebrows are the highest I’ve ever seen them. She starts laughing even harder. 

“You idiot” She chuckles. “Go ahead Nick, throw the lights up!” She calls out into the dark and I flinch for a second before looking around. 

“Wait.” I say realizing that my album has started playing. My agent, producer, friends and family are all here. 

“I was throwing you a surprise party for your album release?” She says with a grin. 

“Wow. I am an idiot.” I laugh coming over to hug her. She puts her arms around me. 

“If I was going to cheat, I could do better than Nick” She nods over in his direction. 

“I heard that!” Nick calls out. We both laugh. 

“I am so sorry.” I say planting a kiss on my girlfriend’s lips. 

“I’m the sorry one! You poor thing, you’ve probably been so upset all day!” she kisses me again. 

“Yeah it’s been kind of sucky. But the big party to celebrate how great I am kind of helps.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. We come out of her office and I dance with her to the track she helped me write. 


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Title: Vows
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 1,035
Characters: Charles Xavier x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts [Charles]
Notes: Request from @raes-utter-nonsense for “Charles is my love, my blog can prove this, and you’re one of my favorite writersong so I needed to send a request in. Could you please do something where Charles wakes up from a nightmare, thinking about everything over the years that he’s lost and then his s/o holds him close and reassures him that he will always have something, even if it is just them? Sorry if this is a horrible request, I’ve never sent one in before.” // It’s perfect! Thank you, lovely!

Originally posted by charlesfrancisxaviertelepath

Charles Xavier’s single greatest fear was being a failure. Since he was a child, he would always do his very best in everything – whether it be academics, sports, or picking up women, he always made sure he was the very best. But after losing the use of his legs and his two closest friends, and especially after his school closing down, he felt like a complete failure. That thought kept him up at night, and when he was able to sleep, he had horrible nightmares.

He managed to keep this fact hidden from you for a few weeks. The dreams had never caused him to thrash around or anything like that, so he would simply wake up from the nightmare, calm himself down, then fall back to sleep – all without ever waking you up. But tonight, the nightmare was so intense that it caused him to move around and speak in his sleep.

The first thing that awoke you was Charles moving around. He was always a very calm sleeper, so the way he was tossing and turning quickly stirred you from your slumber. Normally, you would have just gone back to sleep, but the somewhat-incoherent words he began speaking prompted you to stay awake.

“No, please, don’t…. I’m sorry…. Please, no…. Y/N….”

You turned to face Charles, and saw that his brows were furrowed together, and his face was scrunched up, as if he was in pain.

“Charles,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently. “Charles, wake up, love. Charles.”

The man salt bolt upright, his chest heaving from the breaths he was gasping for. He quickly looked over at you, then his wide, blue eyes locked with yours. He visibly calmed, and laid back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t had nightmares in years. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, darling, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

You propped yourself up with your arm and staring down at him. Charles knew by the stubborn look in your eyes that he wasn’t going to be getting away from the question until he provided a satisfactory answer. He sighed, running a hand through his already-messy brown hair.

“I’m a failure, Y/N. My entire life, everyone has had such high expectations of me. For a while, I was living up to those expectations. But now…” Charles began, then gave a dry laugh. “Look at me. I’m a paraplegic with a failed attempt at a school. I’m a complete failure. And in my nightmare, you finally realized that, and you left me. You told me that you married a young, attractive scholar, not some grouchy old cripple. Then you packed all of your things and left. And it’s only a matter of time before that actually happens.”

Charles was staring at the ceiling, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. When your palm rested against his cheek, he looked over to you, to find you smiling sadly down at him.

“For someone so brilliant, you can be such an idiot,” you stated, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you remember my vows to you? Do you remember what I said to you that day? I told you that no matter what happens – no matter what life decides to hurl at us – I will always stand by you. I will always love you, and I will never leave you. I wouldn’t have said ‘I do’ if I didn’t mean every word I said.”

“When you said those words, you didn’t know what exactly it was that life had planned for us. You didn’t know you’d end up with a reclusive cripple before you’ve even reached 30. You’re still young, and you’re beyond beautiful – you should leave me. You should go out and enjoy the world, not be tied down to me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, no – God, no,” Charles replied quickly, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You deserve better than me, Y/N. I want you to be happy – not miserable, cooped up with a boring husband, in an old mansion, like a sad excuse of a Disney movie.”

“Charles, I want you to listen to what I’m about to say, and I want you to take it to heart. I don’t want you to ever say – or think – such self-deprecating bullshit again. I love you with all of my heart. I have loved you since the day I met you, and whether or not you can walk is not going to change that. You’re stuck with me; till death do us part, remember?” you said sternly, then kissed his nose and smiled. “There is no one better than you, Charles. You are, and have always been, exactly the person I want. If you have to look into my mind to believe me, then so be it. But I have absolutely no desire to leave you. I love you.”

By the time you had finished speaking, you could see that his eyes were misty. His arms tightened around you, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest, snuggling into his embrace. Charles exhaled slowly, before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, so softly that you almost didn’t hear him. You pressed a kiss to his neck, smiling.

“You’re so worried about being a recluse, and about me not going out and doing anything. Let’s go on a trip. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Charles asked incredulously, laughing a bit. You had always brought out his adventurous side, and he had desperately missed that. “Where would we even go?”

“We can go to the City, and I can use you to plough through people.”

Charles erupted into laughter, and you could feel his chest shaking beneath your head. You propped yourself up on your arm and smiled down at him, pleased with yourself for earning a laugh from him. His laughter faded into a warm smile, and you leaned down to kiss him. It was a kiss filled with pure love, and after you broke apart for air, you shared another quick one, before resting your head on his chest again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Charles.”


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