sorry for that but uhm he just needs to be acknowledged

anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"

Anonymous said:
I already made a request last night but, I realized it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile. Tis amaze.

Anonymous said:
Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.


So these are actually some of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorry ivebeenbusy x.x

BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^

(had also planned to be for @serensama )

–R.I.


MC on Her Time of the Month

Yoosung

  • Text Message Received. “Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of the month, so I can’t swim…”
  • He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the one day you could actually meet up :C
  • -insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
  • Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup, lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she would)
  • Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel today?”
  • Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
  • The colour drains from his face.
  • “OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT. L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features as he desperately pushes you to your room.
  • He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
  • Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk around
  • You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made sure to draw something different)
  • “I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
  • Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read the message
  • Seven: lololol I guess he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zen

  • You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon waking up after a…. good night together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
  • He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or something…
  • You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
  • A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss as you clutch at it. What the…?
  • As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
  • You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you. “Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
  • Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast. Don’t worry about anything.”
  • He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into your eyes.
  • In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets, throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
  • “Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back faster.  
  • The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re okay.
  • “I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,” he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
  • Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.

Jaehee

  • From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
  • Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them, which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
  • But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let Jaehee down, after all.
  • But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely, your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs were beginning to give out.
  • From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry, although she was trying to express her anger.
  • You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
  • Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, ashamed in herself.
  • “But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
  • Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
  • Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter… customers are waiting.”
  • She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
  • And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside you.

Jumin

  • The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
  • “Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
  • Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
  • “I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
  • “It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
  • “I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
  • Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly uncomfortable.
  • Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m out?”
  • “Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
  • “Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy stuff you ordered.”
  • He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
  • SMACK!

Seven/Saeyoung

  • The moment he heard your first whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
  • “Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
  • You were curled up, rocking gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes
  • “Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
  • “W-w-what do I do?” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
  • But you couldn’t even answer, groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
  • “I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared, suddenly dashing out your room
  • Wait what?
  • “Come baaack,” you called out, feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
  • From the open door, you could hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
  • Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
  • “I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I please!”
  • Did he already forget about you? You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
  • “Good, I’m glad we cleared this up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
  • Fuck, was he trying to get Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
  • You mentally counted down 5 minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
  • “I’m so glad you’re here! Thank youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
  • “MC?” a soft, feminine voice called out to you from the doorway.
  • Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?! I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
  • Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
  • “N-no.. never mind.” It was always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
  • “Seven called Mr. Han to demand that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help, MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained, holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
  • From behind her, you noticed Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at your weakened form.
  • “Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung, you can come in, you know…” you said.
  • “B-but!! I’m a pure girl, darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his head furiously.
  • ….That’s what he was worried about?
  • “Seven… Periods are not contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.

V

  • He was always prepared when it was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
  • “MC, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
  • “W-wha?” you yawned. You were only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the date. “Oh, you’re right!”
  • By the time you went to change, you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now? …Too many to count.
  • It took a couple hours before the pain started to kick in.
  • Considering this was a reoccurring pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
  • “MC, honey, I prepared a hot bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked, checking in on you.
  • “Nng… I can’t really walk right now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
  • He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
  • If this had been a normal day, you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
  • He fed you chocolate as you sunk into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
  • By the time you went to bed, the cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.

Saeran

  • When he finished his morning shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
  • He snickered, “Was I too hard on you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
  • You shook your head, correcting him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
  • Immediately, his smile dropped. What the fuck?
  • “What… what is that supposed to mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
  • “I’m bleeding from my vagina, what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
  • “Erm. Oh,” he stated in surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
  • “Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Saeran…”
  • He frowned, not knowing what to do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
  • You flashed a small smile at him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
  • He smiled back with a hint of relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
  • “And what if I said I only need you?” you joked.
  • He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)


Title: When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: After Hydra, Bucky became shyer than he ever was before. Until he meets someone even more bashful than he was. Could he help her rebuild her self-confidence? Make her believe she’s worth more than she thinks? And convince her he’s truly madly deeply in love with her?

Note: So this is a little something for @whotheeffisbucky who is having an especially hard time today. Know that you’ll always be loved for who you are! 

MASTERLIST

Bucky was a new presence in the Stark Tower. He was a quiet soul and kept to himself mostly. After the civil war between the Avengers, he couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in him every time his eyes met his now teammates.

He wasn’t the only one in the tower that mostly kept to themselves. (Y/N) has been in the team for a good year and the other Avengers still didn’t see much of her aside from during missions.

Quiet people seem to notice each other and the two often noticed each others presence and little quirks every time they were in the same room.

During briefing sessions, Bucky would notice (Y/N) fiddling with the corners of her shirt when the conversation was directed at her.

In turn, (Y/N) notices how Bucky’s eyes avert away from people and stare at the tabletop when anyone in the team seemed to ask him for his opinion.

As time passes, Bucky couldn’t help himself but have his gaze fleet over to (Y/N) anytime he was out in the common area. He noticed how she tries to hide, make herself as scarce as possible, almost trying to let her 3-size too large sweater swallow her as the Avengers team chat up a storm.


Bucky was used to having (Y/N)’s quiet presence around. She tried to make herself invisible but to Bucky, she was all he could see in the rowdy common room during movie night.

Today, though, Bucky couldn’t spot the girl. He was settled at the far end of the couch, his usual seat, where he could have a completely unobstructed view of the room, a habit from his days as a soldier.

As the clock hits 9 PM, Bucky couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. He knew that (Y/N) was a creature of habit. She may not be too sociable but she never missed a movie night, not since Bucky joined the team.

“(Y/N) isn’t here.” Bucky gruff voice sounded and the noisy room was suddenly plunged into a pin-drop silence.

Bucky’s voice was rare and surprised the group of heroes. Wanda snapped from her reverie quicker than the rest and cleared her throat.

“(Y/N) said she isn’t joining us tonight. She’s tired and wants to rest early.” the redhead said with slight disappointment.

Bucky grunted in response and his frown deepened as worry pooled at his stomach. The team didn’t miss the look he sported.

“I’m… I’m just going to go. Uhm, goodnight guys.” Bucky said softly, his voice deep with uneasiness.

Trudging his way to the living quarters of the tower, his shoulders were slumped. Steve attempted to stand up and go after his friend but was stopped by Natasha.

“Let him be, Cap. He isn’t going back to his room,” she said with a knowing smile. Only to be met with Steve’s look of confusion.


The soldier paced back and forth (Y/N)’s room, footsteps unusually loud considering his training.

“Would you like for me to inform Ms. (Y/N) of your arrival, Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s voice filled the silent corridor causing Bucky to jump.

“Uh, well, um, if you would please. yes, thank you?” Bucky replied, still not used to speaking into thin air.

He straightened himself and bit his lip, mind whirring at what to say to the lady when she opened the door.

As his mind went into an overdrive, the door cracked open slightly, (Y/N) face coming into view.

Surprised at having a visitor, (Y/N) was at a lost and remained quiet, her wide eyes staring at the shy man in front of her.

“Uhh, hi, hey. I’m Bucky. Uh, well, no, I mean I am Bucky but you know that.” Bucky blabbered on, the tips of his ear a bright pink.

A small laughter bubbled out of the girl before she could stop herself. At the sound of her chuckle, both of them stopped short.

“Hi, Bucky. Is there anything I can help you with?” her soft voice asked, eyes trained on Bucky, a concerned gleam reflecting in them.

“I’m just, well, I missed… I mean we missed you at movie night.” Bucky said, louder than he intended due to his embarrassment.


From then, the two formed quite a special friendship. Their silence, shyness and need to stay out sight bonded them in ways no one really understood.

It was from then that Bucky slowly understood why the girl was so quiet and reclusive even if she was working with the world’s rowdiest bunch of heroes.

She lived in her head more often than not and that bright mind would have all sorts of thought whirring through. And eventually, the only thought left swirling around her mind were negative ones.

Her confidence crumbled as her thoughts got louder. She started questioning her looks, her abilities, her everything. And eventually she was so overwhelmed, she kept to herself and her thoughts.

Bucky was no stranger to gloomy thoughts. He had them regardless if he was awake or asleep. It was a fact the team knew. He understood how suffocating it could be to have your mind controlling your emotions.

The duo was lounging in the common room, books in hand as they sat together, shoulders bumping.

(Y/N) found solace in having Bucky around. It was almost as if her thoughts were on pause, and it was just Bucky and her.


“Doll?” Bucky called out, nudging her.

Without glancing away from her book, (Y/N) let out a small sound to acknowledge him.

“You’re beautiful you know?” Bucky said with a small contented sigh as he placed his head on her shoulder. Bucky was a man of few words after Hydra, he didn’t know how to make (Y/N) understand how he saw her, other than simply putting them in the most straightforward words.

The girl was caught off guard, her face flushing without control.


From then on, Bucky made it his mission to show (Y/N) just how perfect she was. If she couldn’t see it, Bucky would show her, he thought.

In the early mornings, he’d always compliment her wonderful cooking skills. If she wore her hair up, she was beautiful, if she wore her hair down, she was beautiful.

She could be wearing an oversized sweater and mismatched lounge pants and Bucky thought she was the most amazing girl he’s laid eyes on.

Bucky thought she was the most beautiful make-up free, a small contented smile on her lips, wearing her favorite shirt from Bucky as she talked animatedly about the latest book she read. And he’d tell her that, never missing an opportunity to let her know she’s perfect just the way she is.


With time, (Y/N) started accepting the compliments given to her. It was a good step forward. Until she walked into the meeting room that day.

Stepping into the room, she shifted her eyes to her usual seat next to Bucky and realized it was taken.

She wouldn’t have minded sitting elsewhere if it wasn’t that the girl sitting on the seat was the prettiest SHIELD agent (Y/N) has met.

Seeing Bucky and her talking animatedly, her self-esteem plummeted to nothingness and she bit back a sob, turned around and made her way out. She’ll explain to Steve later on as to why she missed the meeting.

What she needed now was her room, her bed, her own space.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) immediately when she walked into the crowded room. Confusion was etched on his face when she saw her face crumple as she turned and made her way out.

Without excusing himself from the agent speaking to him, ignoring Steve’s questions, he hurried out of the meeting room.

The more he thought, the more unsettled he got. Bucky broke into a run and disregarded taking the elevator.

Running up 3 floors, Bucky reached (Y/N)’s door and immediately heard sobbing from inside. His heart broke at her whimpers and immediately entered the passcode her knew by heart.

He took only 3 steps getting to her bedside, he pulled the girl towards him and hid her in his embrace.

“Doll?” his gruff voice laced with so much concern even (Y/N)’s heart constricted at the sound.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned further at her lack of reply.

Bucky pulled her lightly off his chest, now drenched in her tears. He took one look at her and cupped her face with his wide hands.

“What’s wrong beautiful? Talk to me.” he pleaded, eyes desperate for her to say something, anything.

“I’m sorry.” her voice was tired and soft.

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” his confusion evident.

“I just, when I saw you with her, I just couldn’t help myself but see all my flaws. And what I don’t have or have too much that she doesn’t. She’s perfect. And I’m me.” (Y/N) whispered out.

“Oh, doll… Are you talking about whoever was sitting on your seat earlier?” Bucky asked.

She nodded lightly, her face now buried in his broad chest, seeking some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry doll. I should’ve stopped her from sitting at your seat but I was looking for you and didn’t notice when she sat down,” he explained.

Before (Y/N) could reply, he pulled the girl by her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap, his arms locking behind her to keep her in place.

“Now doll, everyone has flaws. I do. Steve does. So do Nat and Tony. I have metal for an arm, I’ve had my mind messed with most of my life and I still struggle from nightmares at 102. But our flaws are what makes us, us. And to me, everything about you, including your flaws, are perfect. Because it’s what makes you (Y/N).” Bucky said, his eyes never leaving her.

He moved a hand from her waist to her face, softly wiping away a stray tear.

I love you (Y/N).” he confessed softly.

“I really mean it. You’re beautiful even if you can’t see it. I can’t see myself as anything other than a murderer, but you see past that. You see James Buchanan Barnes, the man with flaws. But you still think I’m wonderful. So here I am, to remind you, that I see you, (Y/N) flaws and all. And I think you’re beautiful.” he whispered to her, as he landed a kiss on her lips.


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Best Friends Don't Do This || Park Jimin

Bestfriends Don’t Do This || Park Jimin 

 Words: 2,159 (fuuuuuuck)

 Genre: SMUT 

 A/N: oh my god I’m back at it someone stop me someone send me Jesus bc I need it. I am trashhhh. Anyway, lol, requests are open! Send us some of your deepest desires and we will get to it! ^.^

 -admin courtneycat


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 Spending time at Jimin’s always meant something would go down that night. Whether that would be a movie night, a sleepover with lots of icecream and snacks, or random bruises from mini fights you two would have. Jimin is your bestfriend, has been since you guys were just ten years old. You’ve seen everything about him- from the bad to the good. Bad hair cuts and breakups, to movie nights and prom dates. Now, sitting at the early ages of twenty, you guys both are realizing the differences between then and now.

 A piece of popcorn was thrown at your face, hitting you dead smack in the middle of your forehead. Jimin giggled at your cross eyed glare you had given him.

 “Excuse you, sir, could you fucking not?” He only laughed harder. The Captain America movie was no longer being paid attention to, as it only seemed to turn into background noises.

 “It’s movie night ma'am, get off your damn phone! This is our tiiiiiiiiiimeeee,” he wailed at you, throwing another piece of popcorn at you. His missed this time. Glaring at him, you threw a Twizzler at him. Though not at his beautiful face- wait, what? Shaking your head from that bizarre thought, you messaged your friend to stop bothering you- that you were with Jimin. She messaged you a few dirty emojis back. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone and placed it on the cushion next to you.

 “Sorry, Y/F/N is messaging me weird shit,” you told him. His eyes scrunched up and a smirk took over his lips.

 “What kind of weird shit? Tell meeee!” He demanded. You shook your head, “Nuh-uh! Not telling. Just weird stuff you don’t need to know, trust me,” you laughed it off. You curled yourself into the couch more, resting your feet onto Jimin’s lap. He made a face at you again, but ignored it, paying attention to the movie finally. Poor Chris Evans. 

 The room felt quiet. Which was extremely odd because Jimin is almost always making some sort of noise- humming, singing, muttering, snoring, and lets not forget… yelling. Yes. The amount of times Taehyung has come over during our friendship nights is astounding. And whenever he does come over it’s constant noise times five because Taehyung. Yes, you probably understand.

 Taking a peek over at Jimin, you see that his eyes are focused on the movie. You mentally shrug and continue to watch the movie. Suddenly, he grabs your feet and tugs you down the couch. You let out a squeak of surprise and grab onto the side cushion for dear life. 

 “What are you doing, asswipe?!” You screech out at him. He only smirks and climbs on top of you. Sitting on your legs and pinning your arms to the couch. He then grabs at your phone, making your eyes widen in fear. Shit.

 “No no no no no! Hey, put that down!” You yell at him. You knew he was going to find those text messages. Your friend is extremely dirty and you guys would talk about interesting topics. By interesting topics, you mean sex. And by sex, your topic of the day was thigh riding. And somehow your friend had mentioned Jimin’s thighs and you had somehow agreed that he had nice thighs. And now here you are. Being encased by said thighs and you couldn’t help but quickly glance at them… because he was coincidentally wearing shorts. 

 Jimin only smirked as he clicked the home screen button. The lock screen showed the selfie of you and Jimin at the carnival from the last time you guys were hanging out. Thank god you had a passcode on it. “Hah! That’s right, so get off me ya lard butt-” you started but,

 “Hahaha!” Jimin had figured out the passcode, “now let’s take a look at those messages.. mhmm…ah! Y/F/N..” he muttered.

 “Please no, please I’ll do anything! Just give me my phone back! Please!” You begged out. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at you underneath him. Your hair was sprawled out around your head and in your face a little. Your eyes looked at him as you chest heaved up and down because this whole time you have been fighting and struggling to get loose from his grasp. What you didn’t know is that Jimin liked this. You beneath him, sweating, begging. Yes, he liked you. And he definitely knew what those texts were about.

 Still smirking at you, he locked your phone and tossed it to the ground. You looked at him and noticed something much different about him, yet you couldn’t tell. He let go of your arms and slowly trailed his hands down them, and to your back. His trail left what seemed to be fire as your back arched by itself. Jimin then lifted the top half of you up and soon enough you were face to face.

 “Uhm, uh thanks. For-for ya know. Uh not looking at the messages,” you stuttered out. He nodded in acknowledgement, but his hands never budged, but to be honest, you didn’t want them to move. You almost whined when you felt his right hand move up to the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes looked into his. What was he doing? And why weren’t you stopping this?

 “You’ll do anything? Anything for me?” He asked you. Too caught up in the moment and paralyzed from his touch, you just nodded back at him. He softly chuckled and went with his gut for the first time in a while. He lowered his face close to yours and instead of backing out, you closed your eyes and just went for it.

 Soon enough, his luscious lips were attached to yours. Your mind went blank and nothing around you seemed important to you anymore. Not the movie, not the time and definitely not your phone. You cupped your hand to his cheek and shimmied closer to him. He dipped you back down to the couch and lowered himself down with you, lips never detaching. Holy hell you were kissing your best friend and you liked it. You liked it a lot. 

 You two separated for the briefest of moments and looked at each other. You were both breathing heavily and as you looked back down at his lips and back to his eyes, he reattached his lips to yours again. You were in heaven. And he thought the same. He slipped his tongue out and ran it against your bottom lip. Moaning, you parted your lips and let his tongue in. Never in your life have you ever thought about French kissing Jimin in his apartment. 

 Too caught up in the moment again, you gasped as Jimin flipped you around. This time he was underneath you and you groaned at all the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind. Jimin’s hands trailed down to your waist and quickly pulled your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. A low moan rippled though the back of his throat and you could feel the heat pool in your stomach. His hands attached themselves to your breasts and massaged them, casually tweaking at the perky buds. You were a mess at this point.

 “Ah, Jimin, I think, oh god, I think you’re wearing too much,” you moaned out. You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint. He pulled the t-shirt off. You didn’t holy your moan in at all when you saw his upper half. Dear god, you ran your hands down his tanned skin and lowered yourself down to kiss his torso. 

 “Fuck, baby,” Jimin moaned out. His hands moved down to your waist and rubbed his hands around. As you began to suck small little marks onto his collarbones and neck, he lifted you up off him.

 “Okay, baby. You said you’d do anything, right? You can’t go back,” he told you. You didn’t care at this point. You nodded. He could get you to do anything and you would care. He propped himself up on the side cushion and smirked.

 “Ride my thigh, baby.” He patted his thigh. You just blinked. So he did read the messages. Fuck. But looking at his thigh, you threw all caution to the wind and straddled him. His smirk got wider and his hands gripped you hard against him.

 “You ready, pretty girl?” He asked you. All these pet names got you off and you were more than ready for this. Nodding, you bent down and kissed him again. His hands moved your lower half back and forth, the rocking motion sending your mind into overdrive. The amount of pleasure you were received was insane.

 If Jimin were to be honest right now, the vision of you, getting yourself off only by the sheer friction of his thigh, could have him cumming himself in no time. Your body glistened with sweat and mixed with his, and he thought that must have come second to things that make you incredibly hot. Just everything about you could get him off.

 “Oh, fuck, Jimin. Oh god, you’re so good,” you moaned out. His shorts would bundle up and run at your clit and send you into overdrive. Sure enough when you looked down, you notice the wetness that was slowly running along his thigh. Fuck was that a sight. You looked back at Jimin and notice his eyes were screwed shut. You decided to help him out a bit. Running your hands down his chest again, you let your hand trail into his shorts and grab his dick. His eyes shot open and stared into yours.

 “Oh baby girl,” he groaned out. You swiped the precum that gathered onto his tip and brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked. “Fuck,” he dragged out, flinging his head back as he moved you faster along his thigh. You squeaked out at the friction and nearly cummed right there. 

 You grabbed his length again and ran your hand up and down. The moans coming from him pushed you further to your orgasm and you tried moving even faster to help him reach his. One of his hands reached up and brought your face down and kissed you hard again. And just in seconds you were sent into oblivion as your orgasm ripped through you. Your sight blurred and gasps left your mouth. The sight of you jerking and gasping, pushed Jimin to the edge and right after you, he let go and white spurts spotted his chest and your hand.

 You collapsed onto his chest, not caring about his mess sticking all over the place, cause really- you left a mess on his leg anyway. Who cares right now. Breathing hard you managed to speak out, 

“Oh shit, Jimin. What the fuck… just happened?” His hand ran up and down your back as you leaned a bit back to look at him.

 “Something that should have happened a while ago, ahh,” he was now blushing and you couldn’t hold back the grin on your face, “this is so backwards but uh, do you wanna go on a date sometime?” You leaned your face back into the crook of his neck and gave him a peck. “I would love to,” you whispered into his skin. You could feel the shit eating grin on his face and he snuggled you closer to him. Resting there longer, you could almost fall asleep. 

That was until- 

 “Hey guys! Guess what Jungko- WHAT THE HECK GUYS. Did I come at a bad time- oh my god!” Shouted Taehyung. Jimin threw the nearest pillow at him.

 “Get the fuck out, Tae!” 

You heard the door slam back shut, loud yells of disgust still being shouted down the corridors. You couldn’t help chuckling a little as you knew that Taehyung will always be Taehyung in the end. Jimin shifted a bit underneath you and you looked down at him curiously. His face looked a worried.

 “Umm, I’m not so worried that my dick was hanging out for Tae to see, but uh, I got a second confession for you,” his voice was small and scratchy, but you just shrugged and let him continue, “okay, so this was kind of planned?” 

 “What does that mean? What do you mean plan, Park Jimin I will end you!” You started grabbing at his bare chest with your hands. 

 “No no no! It’s not what you think really! What I mean is is that Y/F/N was basically trying to get you to think about me like that because I told her that I liked you…” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed.

 “Park Jimin… I have liked you for a very long time,” you giggled a little, “uh, thanks for finally doing something. But, oh is Y/F/N is a dead man.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Ask me out already

Summary: you ask bucky out but he rejects you and Steve makes it his task to get him jealous.
Pairing: Bucky x reader (x Steve)
Request: by anon
A/n: I’m not really sure if this is how you wanted it but I hope you’ll like it anyway
Warning: fluff, a bit angst, jealousy, angry bucky, a bit sad reader, course words,…. That’s it I guess


Steve had this feeling. He knew Bucky loved you and he Also knew you loved bucky. But neither of you made a move on one another so all the hidden feelings stayed untold. But he had this feeling that something would happen.

You told him about your feelings for bucky when you and him were on a mission. It lasted longer than expected and you just felt like you had to tell someone. You couldn’t bottle it up anymore and in the end the anxiety got the best of you, making you walk over to Steve’s room with heavy breathing and telling him everything.
On that night you cried as much as never before. Not because you were sad though.
You were so relieved to be able to share all your feelings with someone and be able to talk about what’s keeping you up at night. And of course Steve would listen and he would understand. Steve always understood and he always helped and reassured. He always would be there no matter what.

Bucky told Steve about his feelings for you when he was drunk. That night was filled with drunk giggles and slurred singing until something seemed to bring bucky off. He became all serious, seeing it as the moment to get something off his chest but still considering it. Even if he was drunk he tried to decide for what would trouble him the less.
Steve knew he never would have told him in his sober state but bucky seemed to be an entirely different person when he was drunk. More open and a little softer. It was as if the alcohol gave him a touch 40s bucky back. It was nice but Steve understood that everything was different now and so, bucky had to be different too.
So when bucky blurted out about his love to you it left Steve speechless and wide eyed, looking at bucky in shock and surprise over his sudden outburst.

So now Steve knew about both of your feelings and it pained him to see you both now that he knew what was happening behind the facade.
Now that he knew, he didn’t miss one single glance anymore. Or a shared smile. Or sadness in (y/n) eyes when Bucky was an asshole and rejected her.
And it pained him even more that he knew he could do nothing to help any of you.


He knew when he saw you walking into the main room, so confident and happy, it took you hours to get to this. To look normal and not like you’d freak out any second. Steve sat on the couch watching your every step as you walked over to bucky who stood behind the kitchen isle, the three of them were the only ones in sight and you were thankful for that.

Your steps were fast yet cautious as you tried to make your way over to bucky in a steady manor, only once glancing over at Steve who was keeping his eyes on you in reassurance, signaling he’d be there if you needed him. You shot him a quick smile before reminding yourself of the fact that you were about to do what frightened you the most.

You stepped up and put your hand onto the counter, leaning over and supporting your weight on your arms as you smiled happily at bucky who stood in front of you with his head hanging low.
He looked up from his food to you for a brief second and broke into a smile before concentrating on his food again.
“Hey (y/n) what’s up?”
He asked you happily and in a joyful tone being really interested in your day which made you smile even wider.

“Ah nothing much I just came here to ask you something.” You beamed at him trying to prevent yourself from freaking out.


He looked up to you from his plate and took a bite from his sandwich, giving you a tight smile signaling you to go on.

“Uhm… so I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out with me tonight?” You mumbled nervously as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
“Like having dinner or so” you continued quietly.


But when his eyes widened a bit and he took a quick glance over to Steve in shock, almost choking on his bite of food, you knew you had done a mistake.


He looked back at you, into your beautiful eyes. And he wished that those were the first thing he’d see when he wakes up and the last when he falls asleep. However ,he knew, he was never going to call those eyes his safe place. He was never going to feel like in heaven just by looking into the light of those shinning stars because he knew it was not fair. And he knew he couldn’t do this to you.


So he did what he had to, to protect your happiness and the joy in your being and he turned you down. Even if this is not what he wanted.
He wanted to kiss you. And hold you. And be there for you when you needed him. He wanted to go on a date with you. And he wanted to be with you but your glow of joy was more important than what he wanted and he did what he thought was right.


“Sorry (y/n), but I … don’t think I’d want to. Sorry”
And it pained him deeply to say those words aloud but his decision was made and he turned around leaving the room, not acknowledging your wide eyes or the sadness that took over your features when you tried to hold back the tears that brimmed in the corner of your eyes.


Steve was quick to surround you in a big hug pulling you close to him as you cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly.
Steve looks over his shoulder in disappointment, the fiery anger burning in his eyes as he wanted to punch his best friend to make him regret what he had done.
But at the moment you were more important and so he concentrated on rocking you back and forth to calm you down.


After a minute your quiet sobs muted and you pulled away to look at Steve blankly, smiling a sad smile.
“Are you alright?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah” you smiled weakly “maybe some things should stay out of reach”
You wiped your tears away and Steve hugged you tightly one last time until you pulled away with a sad smile and started walking backwards and down the hall to your room.

Your plans for that night stayed simple. You didn’t want to even leave your room anymore as you went for Netflix and ice cream. However the person knocking on your door had different plans.
The sound pulled you out of your comfortable cushions and the mountain of blankets on your bed as you slowly strode over to your entrance.

You opened the door ,revealing your slumped and pale form that had been signed by the sobs and the tears.
You found Steve on the other side who was neatly dressed in a nice tux with his hair all done and he even had a rose bouquet which he handed to you before pulling you in for a hug.


You smiled into it before pulling away and taking in the roses.
“They’re beautiful, thank you Steve” you told him while putting them into a vase and still admiring them.

“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out with me tonight” he asked sheepishly before quickly continuing as he saw your wide eyes.
“Not as what you think” he rushed “just to make you happy and feel better, Bucky was an ass and I want you to stop crying over him” he added.

That made you cry, you smiled at him as the tears slipped down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe him. He was so sweet and carrying, such a wonderful person.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t want to make you cry”
He urged desperately, being confused as to why you’d be sad about his offer.


“Shut up and leave” you told him as you walked up to him and pushed him out of the door “I’ll be down in an hour” you smiled, giving him a kiss on his cheek and closing the door.

You went to get ready wearing a beautiful red dress matching your red lipstick. Your hair was in big curls, some of them pinned up and your make up was rather decent except the lipstick of course.
Your high heels were only the final touch up.
You were more than happy with how you looked, and the reflection in the mirror gave you new confidence.


The elevator doors opened and you stepped out and into the common room seeing Steve and tony sitting on the couch together.

You smiled over at Steve who shot up from his seat and walked over to you , a tight smile on his lips.
“You look beautiful” he said.


“Excuse me ?! Beautiful is a slight understatement, don’t you think?!” Tony exaggerated from his seat on the couch “damn (y/n)” he added with a whistle making you laugh with the slightest hint of a blush.


Just in that moment bucky stepped out of the hall seeing the three of you and his gaze immediately fell onto you.
He had to keep himself from staring, yeah he even had to keep his jaw from dropping.
He saw you and you were the most beautiful sight in the world. The most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, yet you were not looking like that for him. And once again he regretted what he had done. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments, to turn back the time and say yes to your invitation but he couldn’t and he had to life with it now.


However his eyes fell onto Steve who stood besides you and he had to frown in confusion at that, he walked further down into the room and let himself fall onto the couch next to tony, asking what was going on.

“Cap and Miss hotty here are going out on a date.” Tony said in a singsong voice like a teenager who was fangirling over something.

Bucky rolled his eyes at tonys nickname for you but as soon as the word ‘date’ left his lips, he went to look at Steve with a flame of hate burning in his eyes and a slow yet quiet growl leaving is throat.
However Steve avoided his gaze and so did you.
Both of you said your goodbyes to the men on the couch and stepped into the elevator, having tony shout a quick ‘have fun’ followed by a giggle after you which made Bucky’s stomach turn as he tried to stay calm.

Your night was amazing and you’d lie if you’d say that you wouldn’t do this again. You even almost forgot about bucky today which was pretty good.
It felt good to have something else in mind.

Steve Brought you to your door hugging you tightly and running his hand over your back in a reassuring manner.
“I hope you had a good night?” He asked as he pulled away to look at you.


“Yes ! It was great we definitely gotta do that again!” You squealed making Steve chuckle.
“Yeah but for now you go to sleep”
He insisted.

“Okaaaay” you groaned “thank you Steve , for everything” you said and said your goodbye to him.
He stood there for s second looking at your door with a smile being happy that he could make you happy. He didn’t notice bucky staring at him from across the hall as he stepped away from your door and made his way over to his own, entering his room with a content sigh.
Bucky however wasn’t content at all, he went to go back into his room and paced his living room in anger and disbelief.
Why would Steve do such a thing to him ?
Why would he betray bucky like this ?
It pained bucky deeply, the thought of Steve knowing about his feelings for you but nonetheless disregarding them.


Slowly enough Bucky’s anger faded and the sadness kicked in.
He slid down at his bedroom door with his head in his hands and desperation written all over his face as he tried not to cry.
He loved you, he seriously loved you and only in this moment he realized how much he really did.
It was something he never experienced before.
Something so big and powerful it overwhelmed him as he tried to make out how he could fix this mess in his mind.


The next day was pretty calm to all of you.
No one was really doing anything since it was lazy day and everybody was just excited for movie night, which came faster than expected.
It only felt like three hours until the sun set and took her leave and all the avengers gathered in the movie room.


You sat next to Steve. Bucky sat behind the two of you and everyone else was spread around the room.
The movie started playing and you snuggled into Steve’s side, not hearing the growl that escaped bucky as his eyes bored into Steve’s back.


Of course Steve didn’t notice anything and leaned into you, laying his cheek onto your head and stroking your arm before kissing your scalp.
Because he knew bucky sat behind him.

And as that happened bucky had enough, the anger shot right up and so did he, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut making you jump and turn around in your seat.


You skimmed the room and noticed bucky was missing, you made your way out to find him and see if everything was alright, leaving Steve behind with a happy and content smile.


You rounded the corner and stepped into the hallway of the living quarters, calling out Bucky’s name every now and then.


You knocked onto his door, letting yourself in when no answer came. You stepped into his room cautiously and very tense, not liking this whole situation.

As you rounded a corner your eyes fell almost out from the shock you felt.
There were shattered glass pieces all over the place, pictures laid on the ground and pillows were thrown around.


If it wasn’t for the fact that this was a room in the avengers tower you would’ve thought it was a burglar who made this mess but so, your worries just hit up and a knot formed in your stomach.

Just as you were about to call for someone you heard a loud crash and shattering glass in the bathroom.

You weight up your options but decided to make sure everything was alright anyway.
You stepped up to the door with a sigh , knocking on it and calling out Bucky’s name.


Again, there was no answer and you stepped into that room without a permission.


The room was filled with the heavy sents of different colognes, perfumes and other stuff leaving the air filled in thick and disgustingly heavy smell which made you want to throw up right there and then.


It brought tears to your eyes and made your throat go dry and hurt to which you responded with heavy coughs. You held onto your throat , trying to see something through your heavy tears as you tried not you step onto the glass that was lying around.

Suddenly you felt two strong arms around you, pulling you out of the room. Both of them brought you great comfort, even though one of them was cold and made shivers run down your spine, making you feel better instantly.

You were sat down onto a comfortable cushion seat and the two hands left your coughing form for a moment before returning and giving you s glass of water.
As the coughing stopped you were finally able to wipe away your tears.
And then you could finally see bucky sitting there infront of you, looking at you in worries with a deep frown on his face, his hands on your knees and his eyes staring into yours as he searched for any sign of discomfort or hurt.


You didn’t give him one and just looked back at him.
Your hand still on your chest as you breathed normally again.


“What were you doing” he finally asked in a soft voice, the worries still on his face.


“I could ask you the same thing, look around everything here his smashed and broken.”
You replied while looking around still a bit shocked.


“Yeah I know … but what did you want?”
He asked again.

“I wanted to see if you were okay since you just stormed out of the movie room…. Apparently your not” you said and he looked away from you in shame.
“Why did you do that?” You added.


“I got angry… and upset… An distraught….” He admitted in a low mumble still not looking at you.


Your right hand found its way to his cheek moving it softly so he had to look at you, and you looked at him with an intense glance before asking “why ?”

“Its nothing really” he said as he stood up and made his way over to the other side of the room to pick up some pillows from the floor.
His back facing you.


“Bucky , you smashed your whole room… its not nothing” you insisted, and he stopped his movements, hanging his head in shame again.
A sigh left his lips before he began to speak again.


“Its just… you and Steve… its … I want to have that with you… And I was such a big asshole and now I messed up.” He mumbled lowly with his back still to you, so he didn’t notice your eyes going wide.
“And won’t ever have that with you anymore, just because I fucked up…. And I’m sorry. I really am.”
He added just above a whisper as he fiddled with the pillow.

You didn’t know what to say, it was like a punch in the face and your mind clouded for a moment with your eyes still wide.
“So … ” you started in confusion “why did you say no to going to dinner with me then?” You questioned.


He sighed, blaming himself or everything once again. He made this whole mess.
“I just…” he started not really knowing which words to use, and then he finally turned around to look at you “I didn’t want you to have to put up with this okay ?” He said his voiced rushed and a little louder than before, mostly in blame and shame for himself.
“Because this does not only happen when I’m angry (y/n) this is me! This is exactly how it looks inside my mind…” he paused for a moment before adding in sad whisper “crushed… and fucked up… and messy”.

“ so you thought it would be best to break my heart and just pretend nothing happened? ” you asked sarcastically making him look at you wide eyed.

“God noo !! Its… look I am me, and you are you” he gestured to you and you shrugged “I have such a dark soul … and you shouldn’t let me dim your light with it.” He stated sadly.
“I’m not good for you” he added finally.


“That…. Is not true” you stated making him look at you as you stared back at him in anger.
“I don’t understand why you’d think that… you hurt me more with saying that right now, and with saying no, than you ever could with a gun.”
You told him and he snorted in disbelief.

“I was trying to protect you.” He urged.


With the anger now boiling inside of you, you stared at him fierce fully. “I can get by on my own”

And bucky scoffed a smile at how often he heard this sentence already in his life.

“You were just selfish” you argued in a rather low shout, it was definitely to quiet for the others to hear.
You stomped over to him with the anger still all over you. You punched his right arm pretty hard not caring if it hurt or not ,which it did.

He flinched away from you with a small grunt as his hand flew up to where you punched him as he looked at you wide eyed.
“You better ask me out James Buchanan Barnes”
You ordered while pointing your index finger at his chest and looking up to him angrily.


He flinched at his full name but didn’t say anything as he was shocked by your sudden demeanor.
You took that as your key to leave and so you stomped out of his room leaving him behind in shock.


Three days later he stood infront of your door, he’d been standing there for a couple of minutes now, he was just too afraid even though he didn’t know why.
Steve came by and saw the flowers in Bucky’s hand.


He patted his shoulder as he walked by shooting him a reassuring smile “about damn time pal”
He said and kept walking away.

Somehow this gave bucky comfort and confidence and he finally pulled himself together and knocked on your door.

You opened only a moment later and broke into the biggest smile of happiness bucky has ever seen, making him smile himself.
“About damn time” you said.

Bucky looked st you in disbelief “oh my god” he breathed, not believing what you said.


“What ?” you asked confused.

“Nothing” he said quickly “nothing” and he handed you the flowers asking you out on a date for dinner.

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Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

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@woah-broah said: “i was wondering if you could do an imagine of the reader and jughead always sharing glances at each other and being too shy to talk to each other at school. Ronnie and Archie end up getting tired of watching them not do anything and end up talking to them and set them up for a date at pops??”

A/N: I LIVE FOR IMAGINES LIKE THESE 

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Anon Request: Angry “I love you” accidentally blurted out in the middle of an argument. First time saying the L word. McCree, Hanzo and Reaper

Okay, I loved this so very much. I hope you like it, darling! If you have any questions or criticisms, message me.


McCree:

“You’re doing better, L/N,” Gabriel Reyes said, a faint smile on his lips.

“Thank you, sir.” You shifted and stretched your arms above your head, feeling your muscles tense and relax.

“Tell McCree I’ll be with him tomorrow.” Reyes sauntered off as you drifted down the hall, stepping into the kitchen. You caught a glimpse of Jack Morrison as he was leaving, and you shook your head at the strained expression on his face.

You hadn’t noticed your boyfriend until he cleared his throat, drawing your attention toward him.

“Oh, hey! How are you, babe?” You asked as you approached him. When you reached for his shoulder, he leaned away from you, and you frowned. “What’s up, Jesse?”

“Why don’t you ask Reyes? You seem to enjoy spendin’ time with ‘im,” Jesse asked, not meeting your eyes.

“Because he’s training me. I’m sorry if I don’t want him to yell at me,” you said.

“Accordin’ to everyone else, he’s been gettin’ real handsy with ya.” McCree stepped around you, and you narrowed your eyes.

“He’s training me, Jesse. God, why are you acting like this? You know that he isn’t interested in me!” You said, shaking.

“But I don’t know that, darlin’!” He yelled, facing you, “For all I know, he’s waitin’ for ya right now!” His voice cracked, and you realized he was on the verge of tears. His eyes darkened, and he dropped his head, removing the hat from his head. Jesse ruffled his hair and slumped against the counter, staring at you with pained eyes.

“Do you really not trust me enough to know that I would never do something like that?” You asked, your voice straining.

“I love ya!”

The room went silent, and you noticed Gabriel and Jack standing near you, a few other recruits crowded around behind them. You shied away from their curious stares, and Jesse turned his head toward them. Jack and Gabriel were quick to push them down the hall until the both of you were alone once again. Licking your lips, you glanced over at your boyfriend and smiled.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

Jesse turned his attention toward you, and his eyes softened. You nervously crossed the room and stepped into his arms, burying your face into the curve of his neck. He embraced you against his chest, and you gently kissed just below his ear.

“Sorry, sweatpea,” he whispered, “God, I love ya so damn much.”

Hanzo:

You were carefully tending to your wounds as Hanzo paced the length of the room, silently brewing in his own anger. A hiss fell from your lips, and he turned, staring at you.

“If you hadn’t been so reckless, you wouldn’t be in pain,” he said.

You glanced at him and frowned, turning away from him. Already frustrated, you didn’t want to deal with his judgement, especially when you had kept your friends safe.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to be so heroic. It will get you killed one of these days,” Hanzo said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat me like a damn child,” you growled, refusing to look at him.

“I am trying to protect you.”

You muttered something underneath your breath, silently mocking him, and you flinched when you felt the alcohol seep into your wound. The blood had stopped, but you were terrified of getting an infection. Stretching your legs out, you bandaged your arm and slipped off the edge of the bed, rising to your feet.

“Look, I’m fine. I have all my limbs, and I’m breathing. I don’t get why you’re so upset!” You said, slowly reaching your limits.

“But you could’ve died! You shouldn’t worry about everyone else when your life is on the line!” Hanzo said, struggling to keep calm. In situations like these, he was typically the one that kept a level head, so seeing him upset made you back away.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t think about myself when all my friends were about to die!” You shrieked, your face an unattractive shade of red. Your fists were clenched at your side, and you were trying to keep your breath steady.

He muttered something in his native tongue, shaking his head as he swept a hand through his hair. The dark tresses fell free and fluttered around his face, momentarily distracting you from the argument.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Hanzo! I’m alive, and I’m fine! Angelea has told me that I’m fine and healthy. You don’t need to worry so much,” you said, staring at him.

“I do have to worry about you!” He yelled, meeting your harsh gaze.

“Why?”

“Because I love you!”

Your heart skipped as he let his shoulders fall, nearly collapsing. Chewing on your nail, you approached him and placed your hands on his chest. He shifted and met your eyes, the anger dissipating. Hanzo seemed defeated as you took him into your arms, holding him close.

“I cannot lose you, my love,” he whispered, his face buried in the curve of your neck.

“You won’t, Hanzo. I promise that you won’t lose me. I’m sorry for scaring you and for yelling at you. I-I just didn’t realize how much I meant to you.”

“You are my world, Y/N,” Hanzo said as he leaned back, staring down at you.

After a moment, you smiled and said, “That was the first time you told me that you loved me. It feels so wonderful. I-I love you, too, Hanzo.”

He kissed you softly, his arm curled around your body, and you leaned into him.

“I won’t purposefully put myself in danger again. Promise.”

Reaper:

You understood that Reaper was not an affectionate man, and he had informed you of this when you first started your relationship with him. However, that didn’t stop the doubt that flooded your mind. Sitting on the floor of your room, you were fiddling with the one photograph you had of him where he looked somewhat pleasant, a faint smile on your lips

Black smoke billowed around your feet, and you turned your head, watching as he phased into the room. His shoulders were tense, visibly upset, and you realized that this would not go well. Rising from the floor, you nervously twisted a strand of hair around your finger, worrying your bottom lip. He was already uncomfortable and angry, and you were going to make it worse.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. He grumbled beneath his breath, his words barely audible. You sighed and inched closer to him. “Uhm, do you want to be with me?”

Reaper went rigid, turning to face you. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the heat of his stare, his smoke spilling from the slits in his mask. You stumbled back as he stormed toward you.

“What?” He asked, his voice much deeper than it typically was. A shiver went down your spine as you dropped your eyes.

“It’s just that, well, you don’t always act like how a boyfriend should act and—“

“Do you think I have the time or the desire to spend every waking moment with you?” He asked, his word twisted with venom.

You felt you stomach drop, and you frowned, anger welling up inside of you.

“Well, when you asked me to be your partner, I thought you would at least acknowledge me when I happened to be around you! I thought I actually meant something to you, but I apparently don’t!” You yelled, shaking with frustration.

Reaper turned away from you, and you realized he was about to leave. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled, your heart racing.

“Can you not realize that I love you?!” You screamed. When you noticed what you had said, your eyes widened, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Neither of you had said that before, and you were afraid of what he would do. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just going to go.”

You began to gather your things, your hands trembling, when a pair of arms hooked around your stomach. You froze, tears silently spilling down your cheeks, and the heat of his body seeped into your clothes.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered into your ear. Though he sounded as he always did, there was something in his voice that made your heart ache.

You wiggled and faced him, staring up at his mask. Furrowing your brow, you reached and removed it from his face, smiling when you saw the man you had fallen for.

“Say it again,” Gabriel said.

“I love you, Gabriel Reyes. I love you, I love you, I love you.” You stood on the tips of your toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you,” he said, and your heart skipped.

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REQUEST by ANONYMOUS: Hi there, I love your writing so much! Can I maybe have a Roman smut where you find Roman talking to his ex-wife on the phone and he has her on the speaker because he was busy with something and you overheard her saying that she still loves him, which causes you to get jealous af and have a bitter argument with him? Thank you!

Warnings: smut, language
(A/N) I still have to practice when it comes to the argument part, but I did my best. And also, I have no hate or disrespect towards Galina or anyone in Roman’s family whatsoever. I adore her and everyone else, so please don’t get the wrong impression😚 And thank you guys so much for reading, liking and reblogging my works, it means the world to me♥️.

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‘’Thanks for bringing Jojo Ro,’’ Galina spoke as she guided their daughter into her car. ‘’I hope you guys had a good time.’’ She smiled.

‘’Yeah the tree of us just stayed home and watched movies,’’ Roman smiled back. It was his turn to have Jojo for the weekend and since it was Sunday, Joelle had to get back to her mom . Him and Galina split up right before she found out she was pregnant again. ‘’How are you doing?’’ he asked her, ‘’With the pregnancy. I’m sorry I can’t be a part of it,’’ he quietly said. I guess he didn’t want me to hear it since he knows that I’m still cautious when it comes to Galina. Even though I was in the passenger seat, I could still hear majority of their conversation because the windows were rolled down.

‘’The pregnancy is going alright and it’s fine,’’ Galina said as she put her hand on his arm and smiled. ‘’I wish things worked out between us.’’

‘’It’s for the better,’’ Roman said, ‘’I’ll see you in a few days honey!’’ He waved at Jojo who was excitingly waving back at him.

‘’Bye dad, bye y/n!’’ Joelle smiled, making me melt. I was thrilled that the daughter of the man I’m in love with, loved me as much as I loved her. I remember the first time meeting Roman; we were both taking a walk somewhere in a park in Pensacola as we bumped into each other, both of us not paying attention where we walking. He insisted on taking me to dinner and how could I say no to a man like him? We started to meet up more and more and we could really get along. One night, he finally got the courage to tell me that he was in a divorce for a while and I felt, logically, responsible. He managed to convince me that it had nothing to do with me and that things were tensed between the two of them for a while. Once the divorce was final, he wanted me and Joelle to meet each other. Not right away of course, it was too fresh for her, but after a month or two. I was super nervous, not knowing if she’d like me or not. She was a little taken back at first, but once she found out I loved Disney movies as much as she did, she was all over me and we could talk about everything. I smiled as I was thinking back at everything.
‘’Are we going to watch more Disney movies next week, y/n?’’ Joelle yelled happily as she put on the seatbelt.

‘’Of course we are, I promise,’’ I smiled back at her. She cheered happily as Galina stepped into the car, blowing me kisses with her hand. ‘’See you next week!’’

‘’You guys are just too cute,’’ Roman chuckled as he made his way to the driver’s seat. ‘’I hope you didn’t mind, coming along.’’

‘’Of course not, are you crazy?’’

‘’I know you too well baby and I know that you still have your doubts on the relationship me and Galina have, am I right? You can kick my ass if I’m wrong.’’

‘’It’s not that I have doubts,’’ I said as I turned towards him,’’ it’s not that I’m insecure, I’m just careful.’’

‘’There’s no need to be careful babygirl, I’m not going anywhere.’’ He smiled and kissed my cheek. ‘’Now tell me, what do you want for dinner?’’

‘’Uhm I don’t know, maybe we can order something when we’re at home. I seriously need some rest after a weekend watching Disney movies. Not that I don’t love them, I adore them, but a whole weekend long is too much, even for me.’’

‘’At least the two of you enjoyed it,’’ he absently replied as he looked in the back mirror and drove backwards. ‘’I’ll call a takeout once we’re home.’’

‘’I love when you’re focused,’’ I admitted. The moment he seriously had to focus on something, he frowned, making him look angry, turning me on and he knew. He had a big smirk on his face as I playfully hitted his bicep and looked out of the window as he drove home.

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‘’I need a power nap,’’ I groaned as I stumbled into the living room, throwing my shoes in the hallway.

‘’First tell me what you wanna eat Mrs. Reigns,’’ he chuckled as he grabbed my waist in one fluid motion, pulling me close to him.

‘’I’m honestly open for anything,’’ I wrapped my arms around his neck, ‘’I ain’t got a ring on my finger yet, Mr. Reigns.’’ I teased.

‘’As you said yourself, yet.’’ He winked and kissed me. ‘’So you’re fine with Italian?’’

‘’Totally fine.’’

‘’Great, then Italian it is, amore mio.’’

‘’Since when do you speak Italian?’’ I laughed as he picked me up bridal style and gently lied me down on the couch.

‘’I don’t, it just happened to be few of the words I know,’’ he smiled and tucked me in under the blanket. ‘’Now get some rest babygirl,’’ he kissed my head, ‘’By the time you wake up, the house will be filled with the smell of Italy.’’ He assured.

‘’It’d be better if I woke up in Italy tho,’’ I replied as I closed my eyes.

‘’You’re going to sleep now so dream about it.’’ Roman joked as he gave me one last kiss and walked away.

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The smell of fresh pasta made me open my eyes slightly. I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I expected Roman to be somewhere near me but there was no sign of him. ‘’Roman?’’ I called out. No response. I stood up and folded up the blanket as I made my way to the kitchen, finding the whole table covered with food. Wanting to take a shower before I devour everything that’s in the kitchen, I walked upstairs. As I got closer to the bedroom I heard Roman laugh. Not knowing what he was doing, I peeked through the door that was open for a little bit, finding Roman sat on the side of the bed sorting the laundry. He always wanted to help me with the house holding, so I wasn’t surprised.

‘’So what’re you up to?’’ I heard a familiar voice asking.

‘’Nothing much, just doing the laundry, having dinner with y/n and just rest before RAW starts tomorrow.’’ Roman spoke.

‘’Can’t you come over for a bit?’’ The female voice required. It was Galina.

‘’You know I can’t do that,’’ he sighed.

‘’If you want to, you can always come back you know and I still love you despite everything that happened.’’

‘’Look,’’ Roman started. I couldn’t listen to their conversation anymore so I made my way straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I usually don’t get jealous that quick, but as Roman said before, I still have my doubts when it comes to their relationship. I trust Roman, but not her. ‘’Y/n?’’ I heard Roman say, ‘’You okay?’’

‘’I’m fine,’’ I shortly replied as I made my way out of the bathroom, walking downstairs.

‘’No you’re not. Y/n what’s wrong?’’

‘’As if you don’t know,’’ I snarled.

‘’No, I don’t know, tell me.’’

‘’She is wrong,’’ I said, turning around, seeing Roman standing behind me.

‘’Who’s she? What happened?’’ He asked confused. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I walked over to the table to grab my keys. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Look, before I say things that I don’t mean, I’m leaving,’’ I acknowledged.

‘’No, you’re staying and you’re going to tell me what’s wrong. Right now,’’ he demanded, grabbing my am roughly. ‘’So tell me, what’s the problem?’’

‘’Your ex-wife, she’s the problem. Can’t she just understand you’re with me now and leave you the fuck alone?’’ I angrily questioned. ‘’She constantly keeps flirting with you, telling you that she still loves you and god knows what else.’’

‘’You overheard the conversation,’’ he mumbled, kind of talking to himself. ‘’Y/n, we have kid together, soon to be two or even three, how am I supposed to ignore her? How am I going to tell her to ‘leave me the fuck alone’ while we share a history together?’’  His voice started to raise. I could tell he was frustrated but I wasn’t going to say sorry for anything.

‘’You know how much it irritates me when she acts like that towards you and you just let her get away with it, giving her the wrong signals. I maybe don’t say it, but you know damn well I can’t stand it and you keep on doing it,’’ tears started to fill my eyes.

‘’Keep doing what?’’ he almost screamed, causing me to take a step back. ‘’God y/n this frustrates the shit out of me. What the fuck do you mean with ‘you keep on doing it’?’’

‘’You keep on giving her the wrong fucking impression, Roman. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’d rather be with her than me.’’ I yelled back at him, tears falling down my face. His eyes widened and he probably didn’t know what to say since he kept quiet. ‘’I’m leaving now.’’ I quietly said and wiped my tears away. I grabbed my jacket and quickly wore my shoes as I shut the door behind me. Did this seriously happen? Roman and I never argued about anything. Sure, we had our disagreements, but who doesn’t? The cold night breeze made my cheeks feel extra cold because of the tears rolling down. I took a deep breath and started to walk.

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It was probably 11 pm and I had several missed calls from Roman but I wanted to talk to him in person. Walking always succeeded to clear my mind and help me to see situations from another perspective. As I was about to unlock the door, it opened. Roman was standing in the doorway, almost bursting out in tears. Before I could say something, he pulled me in for a hug.

‘’Look Ro, before you can say anything, I’m sorry. I know you guys have kids together, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the way I feel about you. I’m crazy about you, I really am, but you gotta tell Galina to respect that we’re in a relationship right now.’’ I quietly said and looked up at him.

‘’I know baby, I know,’’ he sighed. ‘’I’m sorry I screamed, it was not my intention.’’ He caressed my cheek softly. ‘’And I know that I’m wrong when it comes to being clear to her. I don’t want to be mean towards her, let alone you. I’ll make sure I’m more clear next time, okay? But you gotta promise me one thing.’’

‘’And that is?’’ I asked as he pulled me closer to his body so there was no space left between us. He closed the door and pushed me against it.

‘’You have to tell me when something is bothering you because how’s daddy gonna know when something is wrong with his princess?’’ His deep voice was rough and full with lust, his pupils were blown. I was quiet for a moment, just looking at him. The longer I stared, the more aroused I got. ‘’I still got no answer, princess,’’ he spoke as his hands rubbed my waist.

‘’I promise,’’ I softly replied.

‘’Good girl, now let me show you how badly I wanna be with you.’’ He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me laugh. I felt him chuckling as he walked up the stairs. Once we reached the bedroom, he threw me on the bed and just looked at me. He slowly got rid of his shirt and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never left mine. I sat up and crawled towards the end of the bed, stopping him from getting rid of his pants. I bit my lip and looked up at him, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He let out a sigh and grabbed my hair as I started to stroke his length. His grip tightened I swirled my tongue against the tip, still stroking him. ‘’Fuck y/n,’’ he groaned. His hand pushing me deeper, causing me to take his whole length in my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, almost making me gag but I kept my breathing under control. I slowly made my way back up and licked the side, making him shiver. He pulled my head back and I smirked up at him. ‘’Christ y/n, I was close, but daddy wants to please the both of us,’’ he hoarsely said. Without warning he got rid of my leggings and buried himself between my legs.

‘’Oohhh fuckk,’’ I moaned. His tongue circled my clit and dipped right into my entrance. I grabbed a fist full of his black hair and arched my back. The way he made me feel was unreal. He moaned against me, feeling the effects throughout my whole body. Two fingers found his way inside of me. ‘’Romann…baby…fuck..’’ I gasped as I felt my orgasm approaching. ‘’Don’t stop, don’t stop,’’ I squealed. He abruptly stopped and started to kiss his way back up. His hands roamed over my upper body and teared my shirt open. I raised my eyebrows, but before I could say a word, he flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. ‘’Roman,’’ I panted.

‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good babygirl,’’ he whispered in my ear as he stroked his dick slowly before I felt the tip push inside of me, ‘’So, fucking, good,’’ he grunted as he pushed all the way inside me. I couldn’t say anything because of the pleasure he was providing me with. My hands found their way around his neck as he set a pace.

‘’Daddy’s making you feel good?’’

‘’So fucking good,’’ I moaned. In a blink of an eye, I was straddling him.

‘’Ride me princess.’’ He seductively said. I nodded and started to bounce on top of him. Roman groaned and threw his head back, his hands guiding me deeper down with every movement. The friction of my clit rubbing against his pelvis made me reach my orgasm even sooner than expected.

‘’Roman I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed. ‘’Oh my god, shit.’’

‘’That’s right babygirl, cum for me, cum for daddy,’’ he smirked as his thumb found my clit and started to rub it slowly. My vision went black as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. My walls clenched down on him, making his grip on my waist tighten. ‘’Shit, gonna cum,’’ he panted. I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He cursed and moaned my name loudly, making my body tingle. I loved the fact he wasn’t holding himself back, vocal or not. He gently pulled me off and lied me down next to him. ‘’There’s no way I would wanna go back to her, you’re all I want babygirl,’’ he said after a minute.

‘’That’s good to hear, because I wasn’t going to let you go anyways.’’ I chuckled and intertwined our hands together. I sighed and looked up at him. Despite the exercise we just had, he still looked flawless as always. I tangled my hand in his hair and played with it. ‘’I love you.’’ I whispered against his lips.

‘’I love you too, babygirl,’’ he smiled and kissed me. Minutes later, we shifted positions; he was lying between my legs, head on my chest. I continued to play with his hair and moments later, I could feel he had fallen asleep. I kissed his head and fell asleep myself, feeling confident about our relationship. 

So I used both these prompts. Thank you @scully-loves-ruthie and @ladystelladumaurier! (prompts were that trespassing sign and 12. “I am not your secretary!” + 67. “How much does it cost to rent you for cuddling purposes?”)

Mulder tries to think of a clever thing to say to Scully that won’t make her go off at him. Again. So far he has a 100 % success rate of making her angry with him today. He is not sure what’s going on and when he asked her earlier all he got was an I’m-fine-Mulder-shut-up-and-drive speech and a matching expression. He is not going to ask her again.

They have spent plenty hours in cars together of course. There have been silent moments, both comfortable and uncomfortable, screaming matches and even laughter. That must have been a long time ago, Mulder thinks, fumbling with the radio dial. Nothing but fancy static. They’re not even in the middle of nowhere, but technology seems to be on Scully’s side.

“Did you bring the Henderson’s case files with you, Scully?” His voice sounds too loud here in the silence, but at least the question seems innocent enough.

“I’m not your secretary!” Or not.

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Sherlock gets a haircut

A/N: ReaderxSherlock one-shot. The reader is shy and easily jealous :).

Warning/s: Smutty ending. Mind the language.

Word Count: 1,100+

“Hey, handsome.” A woman winked at Sherlock as she passed by, remembering to sway her hips exaggeratedly.

“Uhm, good afternoon…?” Sherlock oblivious to flirting, replied.

Almost all women (and some men), have been ogling your boyfriend. The haircut was a joking suggestion of yours but of course, being utterly smitten with you, Sherlock took it seriously.

Swish. You pretended to browse the clothes on the department store rack as you jealously watch Sherlock through the corner of your eye.

Sherlock stood by the post nearest to the rack you were perusing on, while he politely carried things you bought. He kept an adequate distance from you because he knows that you don’t like getting too much attention and because of his new haircut, suddenly he’s Mr. Sex. Being the gentleman that he is though, he courteously acknowledged every one-liner from every flirtatious minx that passed by.

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Be More Chill AU: Room 402

The nurse buzzed Jeremy in who fidgeted as he adjusted the flowers he held in his hands. The doors opened allowing him to walk forward into the sterile clean hallway. He stopped just outside of room 402.
‘You haven’t talked to him in three weeks Jeremy, you need to approach this carefully.’
‘How am I supposed to approach this carefully? Say, hey Michael sorry I’ve been blocking you from my life, hope you don’t try and kill yourself again?’ ‘Essentially, but with a lot more eloquence.’ Jeremy was mad at the SQUIP but not nearly as many as he was at himself. Two days ago at Jake’s Halloween party Michael had snuck in to try and talk to Jeremy. It did not go well as the two began shouting at each other until Jeremy finally shoved Michael hard enough to knock him to floor. Jeremy knew he had fucked up the moment he saw Michael on the floor with tears streaming down his face. Before anyone could stop him he ran up the stairs, locking himself in one of the bathrooms. An hour and a half later Michael had yet to come out and Jeremy went up to check on him. He knocked on the door that swung open, and that’s when he saw Michael on the floor, his body twitching and spasming uncontrollably. A bottle of prescription meds stolen from the medicine cabinet lay a few feet away letting Jeremy know what happened. An ambulance had been called and as Michael was being wheeled away Jeremy knew deep down that this was his fault. ‘Jeremy, you don’t have to be a supercomputer to know that this isn’t your fault. Michael’s always been out there, you just made the inevitable happen faster.’ Jeremy ignored the CPU, pushing open the door. Michael laid on the bed with a bored expression as he flipped through the TV channels. Jeremy noticed the straps on Michael’s right wrist along with bruises up and down his arms. He flinched as his former friend turned towards ​him. “Michael…hey…"Jeremy barely mumbled this as Michael looked him in the eyes. “I, uhm…I brought your favorites. Flowers, I mean.” “Why are you here?” Jeremy knew that would be the first thing he said. “To apologize, what I did-” “Oh, so now you care all of a sudden,” Michael was starting to tear up. “That’s our little freak Michael! Yeah, let’s all go have a pity party for the fag you told to go kill himself just hours earlier.” “Michael, I’m sorry I called you a fag!” “That’s not the point Jeremy, I don’t care what you call me. The point is you abandoned me when I needed you most! The second you had a chance at popularity, you took it and didn’t give a fuck about me after that! All you care about is getting in Christine’s pants!” “That’s not true!” “Oh really? Then what is it about?” “I don’t know but-” “But nothing! You could have at least acknowledged that I existed, but no. You had that stupid SQUIP of yours block me from your life! Well you know what? I’m blocking you from my life! Now get out!” Michael had picked up the TV remote again, chucking it at the wall near Jeremy’s head where it broke into a bunch of tiny pieces. Jeremy turned around and his hand was on the door when Michael called out. “And don’t you dare say I would’ve done the same thing in your place. First day of Freshman year Jake Dillinger invited me to sit at his table as long as I didn’t bring you with me but I said I don’t go anywhere without my best bud. I guess the feeling wasn’t mutual.” That was the final crack in Jeremy’s heart as he left the room.

bumblenumbscramblebutt  asked:

WHEW SORRY TO BUG YA AGAIN but man im addicted to your Saeran headcanons so uhm. Can I get some Saeran hcs where Searan probably has a ptsd breakdown and with a short haired MC knows EXACTLY what to do for due to having PTSD herself (but for slightly different reasons) bonus points for snuggling with MC sharing some of her favorite music to chill to.

(;﹏;) Baby needs the biggest hug. And you’re not bothering me!!!! This was actually one of the personal ones I wanted to post… Though I might still post the other I had in mind, since it is a bit different! But, gah…Saeran, baby ;;;;


It was hard for him. Everyone knew it, he knew it, but that didn’t mean he excused himself for it. 

He would try his best to just go about his day, lessening how he snaps at people, trying to be nicer, but it all just felt alien to him. Like he was just lying to himself and everyone else. It made his skin crawl each time he tried. So most of the time, he just ended up locking himself in his room.

He wouldn’t let anyone in his room unless it was you.

You were so sweet and calming. You didn’t mind his outbursts, you didn’t mind his sudden switch from screaming in anger to outright sobs, sobs that had him just collapsing on the floor and heaving.

Each time that happened, you were there to help him stand, to help him remember to breathe. Just there, chanting a mantra of ‘I’m here, it’s alright’ as you rocked him back and forth. You would do it for hours if you needed too, no matter how hard the floor was, no matter how sore your voice was. Because he needed it.

He felt as though he needed you, and he was so scared of the day you would leave him.

He was so weak, so disgustingly weak, constantly wrecked with the vivid memories, the lingering drugs he craved. How were you so calm? How were you able to stand someone as pathetic as him?

He was laying on his bed, just sprawled out on his back, thinking about all of this. He couldn’t breathe- his chest felt so fucking painful. It was like all his thoughts were stabbing away at his lungs.

“Saeran?”

He can’t move. Everything is just piling on him. The familiar chants he used to hear on the daily, the faces he used to look up to- just constantly in his vision when he closes his eyes. God, if he focused enough, the memories would spill out and manifest in front of him.

He manages a noise out. Nothing that forms any word, but a strangled acknowledgement. He heard you. God, he heard you. He knows he’s so fucking pathetic right now, but please…

“Hey,” Your soft voice is beside him, and if he wasn’t choking on his pride, he’d let his emotions pour out of him. You lay beside him, propping yourself up on an arm to look at him and brush his bleached bangs away from his face. “Is it bad?”

He closes his eyes, forcing himself just to nod a little. He can’t say it outloud, he just can’t. Thankfully, he doesn’t need to. You’re cuddling him in an instant, helping him move to his side so he can hide his face against your chest. Hide his shame, his humiliation. 

Everyone told him it would take time, but you told him the truth. You told him how it would last with him forever, but he would need to learn how to cope, how to ignore it if needed. You wished so hard it would go away one day, you told him how you would love for the pain and memories to just be swept away like some god given ocean wave taking those disgusting feelings into its depths. But lying to yourself wasn’t the way to go through it. Lying to others about it would just cause more pain.

You brought him back from the memories, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead. You didn’t say anything when his tears starting spilling out uncontrollably, when he gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, as he outright wailed.

You just rubbed his back and rocked him gently, humming some song from a video game that helped you when you felt so bad, when you felt like him.

It took him ages to stop the crying, but when he did he still didn’t feel safe. He felt like he was just in a hazy fever dream- That your sweet touches would transform into pangs of delirium and whips breaking his skin. God, his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right

“Saeran? Can you hear me?”

He weakly pulled his face away from your chest, his wet face wincing as cold air hit it. You didn’t laugh. You didn’t make fun of his disgusting face. You just calmly grabbed a tissue and cleaned the tears away, cleaned his worries away.

“Can you talk?”

“Just. Just a bit. I don’t think.” He rubbed his face with a free hand- too scared to let go of you- as his voice croaked. God, had he even spoken today?

“Do you want to talk about it?”

No, god no. He didn’t want to risk the memories flooding back in all at once, like that god awful nightmare had prompted them to do. 

“No,” He shook his head, pulling you close to him and burying his face against your neck. “You can talk. Please, I just. I just need something.”

“I can try singing that song I hum? I mean, it’s not really words-”

“Please.”

You cleared your throat and started singing lowly, running your fingers through his hair, and he melted against you.

How can you be so sweet to him? How can you be such a wonderful short haired goddess when he was the scum of the earth. He had done things you didn’t know, that no one knew of.

But you welcomed him into you arms. You were his personal confessional, and he was so thankful you didn’t judge him. He couldn’t stand anymore judgement in his lifetime.

He shifted his head up, his nose nearly against yours as he stared into your eyes. You stopped your singing, but he slipped his fingers through your hair, putting his forehead against yours with closed eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

somewhere only we know - zach dempsey

a/n : hi this is my first time (probs last o o p s) writing an imagine here on tumblr. pls excuse my grammar im just a smol child and i live for this song and music video. and also this is vvvvv short so excuse me

 plot : inspired by somewhere only we know covered by lily allen ( i know keane is the original singer but this imagine is inspired by the wistful kind of vibe from lily allen so— ) 

 warnings : too mUCH ANG S T ( my thirsty emo soul needs it)


meet me at our safe haven, after school. - z


The river, our river, was as serene as the other night when I stayed up until 3 am and watched the world fall into a deep slumber. The flowers swaying in unison with the wind, soft and gracefully. But no matter how peaceful this scenery is, I still couldn’t calm my nerves. I waited patiently for him, humming a song to put my anxiety away in the process. 


‘Why did he want to talk? What is it about? Did I do something wrong? Is he okay? Are we —’ 


“Hey, (y/n)…” my thoughts were cut off when I heard Zach’s voice.I immediately stood up and acknowledged his presence.


“Hey uhm… so what are we doing here?” I questioned him. He just stood there awkwardly and started fiddling with his fingers. I can feel the awkwardness and the tension that surrounds us, and oh boy, I think I know where this is going.


“(y/n)…”


“What is it Zach? Just tell me,” 


“(y/n)… I don’t want this anymore…” He said. Just from those words, I already know what’s his deal.


“Why? Did I do anything wrong?” 


“Let’s just say that you’re the one who broke up with me. Let’s just—”


“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong Zach? I have the right to know what’s wrong because as far as I remember, I was a part of this relationship.” I said trying to stay calm. I really don’t want to cry in front of him. But my voice freaking betrayed me.


“Goodbye, (y/n),” he said, not even bothering to tell me what went wrong. I watched him walk away as the sky and river became one. I watched him walk away as our relationship withered like a helpless dandelion.



10 years passed, but I still couldn’t forget about him. I still couldn’t forget the way he becomes so enthusiastic just by mentioning the word bio. I still couldn’t forget the days where we just stay at the library talking for hours afraid that the librarian might kick us out. I still couldn’t forget the night where we just drove off not knowing where to and just belting the songs that are playing in the radio. I still couldn’t forget him… not when he never gave me a reason to.


Everything changed after that. Your smile changed. You never payed attention to biology as much as you used to. Even our safe haven changed. I couldn’t recognize it anymore. It became like a graveyard for our relationship. But deep down, I know that this will always be our river. Our safe haven. 


And I just couldn’t let it go. I just couldn’t let you go.


I still often think of you. I wonder if you do…


“You know what, I am truly sorry for you! You just lost the girl that will do anything for you! You just lost the girl that truly loved you! I truly did!” I screamed at the top of my lungs in hopes of getting the pain off of my chest. But no, the pain will forever be with me. And I will just treasure it since it is the only thing that you left me.


“Yeah… me too.” Zach whispered as he watched her from afar.

A Special Video

“You uploaded a new video?” Y/N asked from the doorway of her and Joe’s bedroom. “When did you even film this?”

“Oh,” He looked over at her, “Uhm, one night while you were out.”

“And you kept it hidden from me?” She teased, moving to sit on the bed, computer in hand.

“It was a special one.” Joe shrugged, pulling her closer so she was sat between his legs.

“Can I watch it now?”

“Of course.” He replied, kissing her shoulder. But he felt a burst of nerves as she clicked on the video, titled How She Helped Me.

She settled back against him as the video started up, and Joe appeared on the screen.


“Hello everybody!” He waved at the camera, “I wanted to do something a little different for today’s video. So fair warning, stuff might get a little deep.” He took a breath before continuing. “I want to tell you about someone special in my life, someone you guys have gotten to know quite well. Her name is Y/N, and she doesn’t know this, but she saved my life.”

Y/N tilted her head to look at Joe quickly, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen.

“I went through a really bad break up a couple years ago.” The Joe on the computer continued, “And it left me in a really bad place. I stopped talking to everyone. My sister, my dad, my mates. I just refused to talk to anyone. I didn’t go out any more either. I kept to myself in my room, barely eating or sleeping, just going through the day. I was depressed. And it was bad. I knew it was, but I refused to acknowledge it.” He took another breath, running a hand through his hair. “One night, it got really really bad. I decided to go for a drive, on my own of course, and it was late. Probably some time around one or two in the morning. It was raining, and I was being reckless. I remember the car skidding, and then spinning. The world around me was spinning, and I thought, this is it. I’m done. But the car stopped, and the rain continued to fall. It took me a a few minutes to calm down, and when I did, I realized that I wasn’t ready to die. I wasn’t ready to give up. This was me getting a second chance. And so I drove home, although more carefully.”

She could feel a wetness on her cheeks, and Y/N knew she was crying, but she remained captivated by the Joe on the screen in front of her.

“The next day, I talked to my dad and Zoe. I went and found help. The day of my first therapy session, I went to grab a coffee after. And I bumped into, quite literally might I add, Y/N. I ended up spilling her coffee.” He chuckled, his smile fond as he remembered that first day, “And after offering to buy her a new one, we ended up talking for hours. It was the first day I felt truly happy. Now, years later, she still makes me feel like that every day. She shows me every day how great life can be, and what it has to hold. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without her, and I refuse to think about what it would be like. So Y/N, I know you’re watching this, and I want to say thank you. Thank you for taking a chance on the guy who spilled your coffee and then talked your ear off for hours. Thank you for putting me back together without even realizing it. Thank you for bringing a light into my life that I needed. And thank you for making me realize that life is worth living. I love you, Y/N.” He smiled at her before the video faded out to black.


Joe reached around her, closing the laptop and moving it to the side.

“Love?” He spoke softly, waiting as she sat up, shifting to look at him.

“You bloody idiot.” She responded quietly, “I thought I told you to not make me cry from videos.”

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, or I’ll call you an idiot again.”

“You do that almost daily anyways.”

“Only when you deserve it.”

“Cheers.”

Y/N pulled back, looking him in the eyes. “I love you too. Thank you for sharing that.”

“I meant every word.”

“I know you did.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “And you didn’t talk my ear off that day.”

Styles & Co. Part 9

Authors Note: The italic paragraph is Harry describing Elise an event in his point of view. (Sorry if it is confusing, but it will make sense once you reach it).
Thank you so much for reading my work!!
Previous parts found HERE Xx


When Harry told me to pack a bag for the weekend I did not take him seriously one bit, I assumed he was just trying to be cheeky and make up for our previous disagreement; turns out, he was serious about the weekend. He — presumably with the help of Anastasia — Planned a small getaway just for the two of us, promising that his phone would be used at a minimum and I was *all* his for the whole weekend, no interruptions, no business talk, no business problems, or even clients that need to be seen. He is absolutely, one-hundred percent mine for at least the next forty-eight hours.
Oh, how so much can be done in forty-eight hours without interruptions…

Despite having a splendid cabin to relax in and partake in various activities with my boyfriend, I find myself hand in hand with Harry while we stroll along a hiking trail he specifically selected.

A walk within nature is refreshing; the rich air fills my lungs with a sense of clarity.
The worn trail leads a route through a chirr of insects sounding while within the terrain of old decayed logs, some softened by rot, along with many forest-y like shrubs, towering trees, and tussock grass.
Thick grass carpets contoured lines as a border for the narrow pathway we travel on— between the rich verdant woodlands on either side of us. The further I advance the more of a lush scent radiates from the various grasses that line the channels, the dips and curves of the uneven terrain. 

“Harry, are you sure there are no snakes?” I challenge while I continue to gaze over the region, feeling as if I have been undividedly swallowed by a viridian forest of chaparral.

“Elle, you’re in the heart of nature. Just relax and enjoy the walk.” Harry responds, appearing to appreciate the calmness of the trail and the greenery it contains. I have never really been fond of walking trails, I find them rather boring, in my eyes all I see is greenery and random shrubs that may or may not be poisonous, but, Harry seems to appreciate the walk in nature, the least I can do is smile and breathe in the fresh air. After all, there have been things over the years he has done for me that he has thoroughly despised, such as attending a few theatre productions with me, and not complaining through the Nut-Cracker — that he found to be unquestionably tedious and torturous.

We subsequently reach the top end of the trail, the peak of the trail allowing us to appreciate a promising landscape. My eyes set themselves among the breathtaking panoramas over the edge — it’s almost as if the whole world is at the edge of my feet, — Rugged Alpine mountains line the distance where the snow caps peak the skyline, the mountains accompanied by a thick mist at the base where rolling land dip and curve in the spaces between the hilly mountains and the valleys.

“It seems so peaceful out there.” My eyes continue to gaze over the view thoroughly, taking in the beautiful detail and picturesque scenery offered, from the rigid cerulean mountains to the shadow the mountains cast over the scattered villages — almost as though the mountains are nature’s shielding casings for the settlements before them. 

Harry’s arm benevolently encloses itself around my waist, a small kiss becoming pressed to my cheek. 

“It does, it’s a lovely view, I love the colour variations between the landscapes, how the colours elegantly dip and transition. It is remarkable.” He agrees with the sense of peacefulness the distance emits. “Tell you what else is lovely?” He begins with a slight chuckle, 

“You’re about to say something incredibly cheesy and cute, aren’t you?” I smile, my eyes turning to gaze at him, his view being one of my all time favourites. I can never get enough of his features, his blue-green eyes that sometimes turn to grey, his pink lips, or even the way his nose crinkles at times.

He shrugs, his eyes moving back towards the landscape before us, “I was,” he nods, “But since you just outed me, I will refrain from my comment.” He continues as I lean into him, his arm becoming tighter.

“I want to hear it,” I gently poke at him, 

“Nope, are you ready to go back down the trail?” He questions and I nod, taking one last look at the view before I move from Harrys embrace and begin to step away from the edge. 

“You coming?” I turn to smile at Harry, holding out my hand. I observe as he timidly nods, his hand fidgeting in his pocket. “Harry?” I narrow my eyes onto him and he catches onto my glare, he makes his way closer to me and takes my hand, his fidgeting making me curious. “Why are you fidgety?” I softly question as we begin to walk back down the trail.

“Uhm,” ..“Sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself and quickly checked my phone.” he clears his throat, seeming a little apprehensive and nervous. I shrug it off and kiss his cheek, assuring him I am not mad — if that is what is making him timid and nervous. 

My eyes stay focused on the rocky trail while I continue to admire the surroundings I missed on the way up the trail.
Harry’s voice distracts me at a distance and it takes me a moment to realise he isn’t right beside me, again.

“Elise, wait a second.” He affectionately calls,

“This is the third time-” I begin as I stop in my tracks and turn around, immediately freezing when my eyes coincide with his. He returns to me a grinning smile, his eyes glistening a penetrating bluish-green from the rays of sunlight radiating down on us. I stand speechless, a tiny box in his hand, a diamond shining radiantly from the sun. 

“Since the day I met you, I knew I wanted to one day marry you.” He stammers, appearing nervous, a tone I barely ever catch. 

A stuttering Harry is scarcely every detected. He’s always calm and confident when speaking, it’s how he tends to make his territory. The only other times I have seen him seeming timid or nervous was for a few major business settlements, and a wedding toast he was terrified as hell to make. It took him two glasses of strong liquor to calm him down and convince him that his speech was perfect and that he, in fact, did not need to prepare an expeditious getaway.
“For almost five years I have looked into your beautiful eyes, witnessed your adoring smile, and have had the privilege to wake up beside you for the last two years we have lived together. I have fallen in love with you, every inch of your personality, your body, and soul; your witty comments, and your touch. I love you,” he continues, gaining a little confidence as his hand shakes a little. “I have come to realise that you have put up with a lot of my shit that my business throws at us; you have been one of the only ones to stick by me, even when things go south, you are there… you are the girl that my Mum used to tell me about, she told me that I would find a girl that starts a wildfire in my soul, a girl that is captivating in every way, talented, caring, loving, and most of all a girl that will stand by me even when things get tough…” ..“She told me to marry the girl that I wouldn’t want any other man to be with, the girl I want to dance with it at random hours, to marry the girl that stays even when she has seen me at my worst….., and I was wondering if you’d take the next step with me and marry me?” The proposal makes my heart skip a beat. A question I didn’t think he’d ask me, at least not for a while. 

We’ve never discussed marriage, I honestly did not expect to hear this speech for a while; I thought he would drop hints, or I would have to drop the hints by bringing it up or leaving my laptop open on a wedding dress page for him to find and freak out over, but none of that seemed to have happened… Neither of us has dropped hints. But here he is on one knee with a beautiful diamond ring cushioned within the box. 

 I stare down at him, lost for words, lost in my own thoughts. 

This, this is really happening.

“Really?” My voice comes out as more of a squawk rather than a regular tone, my own nerves beginning to rapidly pulsate.
He nods, a smile spread across his face, his dimples becoming exhibited. I stare into his eyes, bewildered and clouded. 

This explains why he was timid before we started walking down the trail again, why he was fidgeting his hand in his pocket, blaming it on him just wanting to check his phone… 
Was he wanting to pop the question with a stunning view in the background? Was he just too nervous to do it?


I open my mouth, promptly closing it as a sense of nerves takes control of my body, I can’t tell if I’m incredibly dismayed by the sudden question or if I’m about to throw up from being put on the spot.

His eyes soften as they do their best to interpret my own, “Elise?” a delicate film begins to cover his eyes —  a covering that looks as though a tear is threatening to spill from his gorgeous eyes. 

Without much more consideration I find my head nodding, a “yes,” slipping from my lips. The moment the word escapes my tongue my lungs fill with fresh air, a smile embroidering itself across my lips.
His smile stretches wide, his agile fingers taking the delicate ring from the box, gingerly sliding the ring onto my finger before I’m kissing him ever so sincerely. We pull away, still smiling at each before he breaks the silence, 

“For a minute I thought you were going to turn me down.” He clears his throat, placing the ring box back into his pocket. 

“I uhm.. I stopped breathing for a moment.” I chuckle, 

“Yeah I thought so, you just looked at me with a stunned expression.“ 

"Well, you did just out of the blue propose to me,” I remind him, wondering just how much thought he put into this. 

“It wasn’t entirely out of the blue.” He shakes his head while we begin to continue to walk down the trail. 

“We have never discussed marriage." 

"Well… true, but we have been dating nearly five years.” He acknowledges my point, reminding me that our five year anniversary is swiftly approaching, along with his twenty-sixth birthday.
Damn, how time goes by moderately quickly.


Harry catches me admiring my ring while I sit relaxed in the bed, the comforter draped over my legs. He leans on the doorframe, a smirk coated cutely across his face, a mug cupped in his hand. I bite my lip and give him an innocent smile, blushing at the fact he caught me watching my ring glisten in the lighting. 

“Is it real or fake, darling?” He questions, seeming to be amused by the fact I am delighted with the diamond on my finger. 

“Oh ha-ha,” I roll my eyes, “It is extraordinarily beautiful, you have a good eye,” I confess, rather surprised that he chose so well and selected something that suits my style.

“Mhm,” he hums, stepping into the room, leaning over the bed and handing me the mug he was previously cupping in his large hand, “Here, sweetheart.” I take the mug and press my lips to the rim, relishing in the aftertaste of the tea he graciously made for me.

“So, can I know the details?” I reference to the whole proposal, curious of his thoughts and planning involved. He crawls onto the bed and lays himself down beside me, 

“What details?”

“How you asked my Dad and stuff.”

“I have had the ring for six months sitting at the jeweller, I had both your parents look at it before I bought it. I was going to propose on the trip, but I had to go back and deal with my bloody business, then I thought of doing it on our anniversary in a few weeks, but I thought it would be far too typical and public at a restaurant.. it has been in my pocket waiting for the right moment.” He explains, once again surprising me with the fact that he had the ring six months ago and never dropped a hint about it. Not one. “As for asking your Dad, that was the hard part.” He admits with a low voice.


The thought of marriage lingered in my mind for a while, in fact, it was March of last year when I decided that I wanted to propose to you. The moment I knew I wanted to marry you is a whole other story that will have to wait for another time. Anyway, when the idea arose, I began to ponder on different things, whether you would say yes, whether your parents would give me their blessings, I even had to think about whether the two of us would be better off staying the way that we were — happily in a relationship as we had just crossed the four year mark. I sat at my desk trying to think of a way to ask your Father, preferably in a way that he would give me a yes. I wondered about it for quite a while, it wasn’t until mid-May that I gathered up the courage to speak to your Father about marrying you. It worked out kind of perfectly, it just happened your Dad asked if I could have a car organised to pick him up at the airport, so I did, but I decided to accompany him. Your Dad played along perfectly into my plan, inviting me in once we arrived at his house —  we spoke about business, his trip to Chicago, the stock market, all that nitty-gritty stuff you hate discussing with me. It was nerve-wracking, sitting in front of your Dad while he sipped on a glass of bourbon, explaining to me his own business things. It was in the moment that your Mum walked in with the lovely smile that you got for her, that I realised it was now or never. Well, it was also in that moment you began to call me and interrupt my process, making me even more nervous and uneasy. I managed to calm myself down after getting off the phone with you and I looked over at your Dad.. with a nervous breath I politely asked your mother to join our conversation, that is when I proceeded my speech, and yes, I remember it all like it was yesterday. “For a while, I have been thinking about what I am about to ask, I have put a lot of thought into this and think it is the right thing to do. I love Elise, it has been evident since the first time she introduced me to you two as her parents. Your daughter… your daughter is the girl that I would go to the ends of the world for, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have been together for four years, and I would like to vow to her to stay with her for another seventy-four or for how many more years I live. I am asking for your blessing to marry Elise.” I am pretty sure I stuttered through the whole damn thing, and I remember staring at your Dad as he gave me his answer,
“no.”
I was devastated, I kinda just looked at him, unsure of why he turned me down, and that is when your Mum burst into laughter, making me feel even worse about myself. I thought she was laughing at me. turns out that wasn’t the case. “You should see your face,” Your Dad chuckled, extremely amused by my lack of words and expression. 

“Put him out of his misery, you had your fun.” Your Mum piped in, giving me a grinning smile.
“We actually spoke about this the other week and wondered when you would finally ask us. Yes, you can marry Elise… It is about damn time you bloody ask, thought it would never happen.” Your Dad smiled, giving me his blessing to marry you, along with a fucking heart attack.
“Even asked while in a suit and tie, how could we say no?” Your Mum continued, settling the situation and assuring me that they would not have said no and that it was purely a joke. So, that is how that went…..


My Small Bean

Note: This is my first ever fan fiction, so please don’t expect too much. The prompt is too cute I had to write it. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Pairing: Mare Cal

Word count: 1,926 

“We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it I HATE YOU but also thanks”

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‘There’s no place like homecoming’- Jason imagine

Originally posted by riverdanvers

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Request:

Y/n is dating Jason (but secretly) then for the welcome ball Toby invites her as he did with Emily (1st season) and it happens the same as when Emily was alone with him the chemistry room.

Words: 2226

A/N: It’s been ages so it probably doesn’t make sense. Also it wasn’t going to be this long, then I re-watched the episode and kept adding and adding…. Hope its ok xxxx

You gently intertwined your fingers with Jason’s, the two of you pressed up against each other on your bed. Sighing softly, you closed your eyes as his other hand found your waist, his mouth nibbling the exposed skin on your neck.

“Let me take you to homecoming” he mumbled. You moaned in response, too lost in the moment to acknowledge what Jason had said. You repositioned yourself so you could unbutton his shirt. “y/n?” he took your hands in his, moving them away from the buttons. Blinking at him obliviously, your mouth slightly parted, you wondered why he had stopped you, almost offended. “I’m serious.” He continued, sitting back against the headboard. You pulled yourself up to be level with him.

“Serious about what?” you asked, tilting your head a small degree, the crease in your forehead conveying your confusion.

“About taking you to homecoming.” Your eyes widened and you sat up straight, eyes directed at the floor. Jason’s hand settled on your thigh, his thumb massaging your bare skin soothingly.

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Procreation: Ch 9

After the Exodus disaster, about 150 people have survived and found a way to repair the Ark. They don’t know if the 100 are still alive, so the council decides to do what it takes to ensure that the human race will survive, and edicts a new law: Each person between the ages of eighteen and fifty are obliged to have a child. Strictly Kabby. 

FF.net  -  AO3


Ok so I was partially drunk when I wrote all of this and given that I lack a beta, some parts could have like meehh some grammar mistakes? As an English teacher, I am ashamed yes, don’t remind me..

ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LYDIA @charmingly-evil -sorry I was a complete asshat for forgetting, you is my precious bby friend roll muah
this chapter is dedicated to her


There is a moment that exists when you close your eyes. Your sight slips away from your grasp, and you become hyperaware of your surroundings. Because when you can’t see, what else is there? What else is there besides trust?

Lean back, take a deep breath and listen. Listen for what can happen and what might happen. You hope to God you won’t drown in suspense, you won’t let fear take over and kill you. What other choice do you have but to keep going when you can’t see the end of the tunnel?

So you, the reader, waiting to see what will happen at the end of this part. You don’t know, you can only guess. You can only hope. You can either take a step back, turn around and walk away… or you can read on, continue, and jump.

Abby did jump. She jumped into the abyss by nodding when Marcus tightened his tie around her eyes. Darkness took over. She swallowed and trusted him.

It was a bad idea. What was she doing? She had never been one to surrender control. However, this man before her made her want to do things; things she would have never imagined herself doing. Things like agreeing to visit his quarters for the evening, doing what he asked her, letting him in.

“Don’t fidget, it needs to stay on!” He yelled from another room. His kitchen, maybe? Bathroom?

Abby guessed he was in the kitchen. She immediately removed her hands from her blindfold. She felt idiotic, sitting there on his couch, not knowing what was about to happen. What if he was standing there and laughing at her?

“For how long?” She asked. She doubted that was the case. Marcus might have fought with her on a daily basis, but he was never the one to mock. Besides, she could hear that he was up to something. Did she hear plates? No… cutlery? What was he doing?

“Until you want to stop playing… or lose.”

“I won’t lose anything.”

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