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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 5

As promised here’s the next part. Sorry it took long and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 - Here  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16 Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

It took the rest of weekend to get over what you had witnessed at the party and you came to the conclusion that you were being over dramatic. Sure, Hye Mi was someone you held a deep dislike towards but Jungkook was still a ‘player’ and who he ‘played with’ was none of your concern, even if it turned out to be her.

Upon entering school on Monday, you were surprised to see them both sitting in their separate seats, Hye Mi seemingly trying to hide from someone. When you had sat yourself down, Jungkook took that as his cue to greet you.

“Hey, my cute Y/N. How are you?” Head snapping up, you were met with Jungkook’s signature bunny like grin.

You were suspicious, who wouldn’t be? The sudden compliment had caught you off guard and you weren’t sure how to respond properly.  

“I’m good…” Jungkook either didn’t take notice of your cautious response or ignored it because he began to make small talk with you. You occasionally nodded to give the impression of listening but the only thing you could think of was his strange behaviour. It seemed like he was too drunk on Saturday to remember what had happened and you silently thanked god. You didn’t want to have to deal with the awkward tension of an argument so early on a Monday morning.

When the time for class to start had come, he stood from his crouching position in front of you and pinched your cheek.

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” He then winked at you and left.

Was he using his 'player charm’ on you? He never treated you like that so his unusual behaviour had left you confused for the whole morning.


When lunch had arrived, both you and Areum had made you way to your seats at the boys table. Jungkook immediately flashed you another wink, much like the one from the morning.

“Hey, doll.” The various nicknames he had given you throughout the day were starting to annoy you and you weren’t sure how long it would be until you flipped. Areum sent you a surprised look and you replied with a shrug. She seemed to get the general message as she returned her attention to her lunch. You too wanted to know why he was behaving like this but  instead decided to keep your mouth shut.

Surely, it would be over by the end of the day.



It was when you were exiting the school with Areum where you had had enough.

“Bye, babe. See you tomorrow.” Freezing in place, you turned your body painfully slow until you were directly facing him. “What did you just call me?”

“Babe. What’s wrong?” You felt something within you snap and you marched towards him, grabbing his collar.

“Listen Jungkook! I’m not one of your playthings or side chicks. I’m your friend. Stop calling me these bullshit sickeningly sweet names because I swear to god I will punch you in the face.” His smile had dropped and he placed a hand on yours, prying your fingers off of him.

“Well what the fuck do you want then?! You weren’t happy at the party because I wasn’t thinking about your feelings and now that I’m making some kind of fucking effort, you decide to freak the fuck out! Make up your mind, Y/N!” Taking several steps back, you stared at him with a glare on your face.

“I just want you to treat me like a friend. I don’t need you drowning me in compliments every two seconds. Heck, you can call me loser for all I care. Just don’t treat me like those girls you throw away to the side every week. I’m not that desperate for attention.” Feeling like you were being too much of a bitch, you gave him a strained smile and made your way back to a shocked Areum.

“See you tomorrow, Jungkook!” Grabbing Areums arm, you walked ahead and left him standing there.

If only you could see the impressed smirk that spread on his lips.

“She must be bipolar or something…”


It seemed like your words had successfully gotten through to Jungkook without causing any unwanted anger since the next day, his greeting lacked the embarrassingly sweet pet names.

“So, what was that about yesterday anyway? And don’t lie to me, Jungkook.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and then lent his chin on the backrest of the seat in front of you.

“You seemed like you were upset with me and I just wanted to make you feel happy, I guess.” Raising an eyebrow, you tilted your head and stared at him. “You guess?”

He pushed his lips out and glanced to the side, avoiding your question.

“If you call me by those crappy nicknames again, I’ll leave you for Taehyung.” Eyes widening, he snapped his attention back to you.

“No way! He can’t replace me, nothing can replace me! Those 7 years aren’t going to be ruined by Tae.” Jungkook proceeded to grab your cheeks, and pinch them causing you to flinch and grab his hair. Playfully tugging at it, you sent him a threatening glare and he slowly released his grip on you.

“I’m serious. You’re not leaving me.” You weren’t sure why but your cheeks heated at his sentence and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You say that like we’re dating or something…” Instead of replying, he shot you his bunny-like grin and tapped his wristwatch with two fingers.

“Wha-” Before you could ask him what he meant, he jumped out of his seat and strolled back to his desk.

You definitely were not dense. That action was his way of saying 'soon’ without having to actually speak.  

He didn’t think your friendship could become more, did he?

Deciding that it was best to ignore what had just happened, you retrieved your notebook from your bag, preparing for your first lesson.


Lunch soon arrived and you made your way to the lunch line alone. The line had been moving unusually fast today and you were already eyeing the special dish of the day, when a tap on your shoulder broke you out of your trance. Upon turning around you were met with the familiar face of Jung-Hoon, a boy you shared a couple of classes with. He was relatively popular and most claimed he was the typical good-boy, although how he really acted was a mystery to almost everyone.

“Hey Y/N. How are you?” You supposed it was rude to continue staring at him with your eyebrows furrowed, so you offered him a friendly smile.

“Hi… I’m good, what about you?” He obviously didn’t sense your confusion as he continued to smile brightly at you, seemingly satisfied with your reply.

“I’m great, thanks for asking. Actually, I originally wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out at some point this week? You know catch up a bit?” What was there to catch up on? Sure, you had been partners a couple of times for school projects but other than that you were never close enough to be considered friends. You, being someone who could never say no in the face of kindness, agreed to his idea.

“Cool! So, I’ll see you at the bubble tea place around the corner on Saturday at 2?” Slowly nodding your head, he placed his hand on your shoulder and presented you with one last smile before jogging off.

What just happened?

A couple of minutes later, you were heading towards your usual table with the boys and Areum when you spotted Jungkook’s perplexed face staring right at you. Sitting down on your seat, he immediately bombarded you with questions.

“Was that Jung-Hoon? He was speaking to you right? What did that bastard want?” Taking a spoon of egg fried rice and stuffing it into your mouth, you slowly chewed whilst allowing Jungkook to finish asking his questions.

“Yes that was Jung-Hoon, yes he was speaking to me and Bastard? He’s a nice guy.” A scoff escaped Jungkook’s lips and he scowled at your last sentence. “Nice guy my ass, that guy is the devil in disguise.”

“Really? He invited me out on Saturday…” Jungkook’s head snapped up so fast, you were sure it was going to fly right off his neck.

“What! You said no right?” When you shook your head he almost choked on his food. “Jungkook… are you jealous?” Surprisingly, he didn’t react to your question and instead looked at you with a seriousness you didn’t know he possessed.

“Yeah, I’m jealous so don’t hang around with that piece of shit.” Letting out a heavy sigh, you began playing with your rice. “It’s too late Jungkook. You know me, I can’t say no when people are being nice.”

“Fucks sake!” He smashed his hand down on the table, effectively bringing the surrounding tables attention on you for a split second before they realised it was just Jungkook getting angry. Knowing about Jungkook’s bad temper, you hadn’t even flinched at his action. You took a sip out of your water bottle, holding his furious glare with a look of indifference. Huffing in annoyance, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration, calming himself down.

“If that shit hurts you, physically or mentally, i’ll fucking kill him.” Nodding, you beamed at him, happy that you had come to a somewhat normal conclusion.

“Thanks Kookie!” When the nickname left your lips, he looked away whilst rubbing the back of his neck.


“Someone please explain to me why Jungkook has decided to stop being a little bitch after he’s woken me up.” Needless to say, Yoongi complained about how inconsiderate people are for the rest of the lunch break.


The days came and went until Friday arrived and once again Areum was absent from school due to sudden vomiting. You had felt increasingly uncomfortable at the smiles Jung-Hoon had been sending you from across the classroom but decided against telling Jungkook because, let’s be honest, he would lose his shit over it.

You were continuously questioned by Jungkook at lunch, over whether you still wanted to meet up with Jung-Hoon, to which you replied 'yes’ each time. He looked like he wanted to argue more but left it at that when the bell to signal the end of lunch had rang.

When you had reached the end of the school day, Jungkook insisted on walking you home, claiming he wanted to visit your family.

“Why?” Your one word question had grabbed his complete attention and he simply smirked.

“I’m sure your mother misses seeing her child’s 'soulmate’.” Blushing, you began walking ahead in a poor attempt to leave him behind.

“That was like 9 years ago. We’re not 'soulmates’ anymore.” His smirk widened and he peered down at your red face.

“Actually, we’re soulmates until I say we’re not.” Rolling your eyes, you stopped in front of your house, pulling your keys out. When you opened the door, you were immediately greeted with your 15 year-old sister bounding down the stairs and enveloping you in a hug.

“Wow, this is a first. S/N giving me a hug?” She giggled and turned her attention to Jungkook, a look of realisation settling on her face.

“Jungkook!? We haven’t seen you in ages!” He grinned and ruffled your sisters hair, making her smile back.

“I’m impressed you remember me, you were 6 the last time I saw you.”  Your mother emerged from the kitchen, an excited grin planted on her face and you groaned.

“Ah! Jungkook, is that you? You’ve grown up so well!” She proceeded to embrace him as if he was her long lost child and he returned it with as much happiness as her.

“It’s nice to see you, M/N. How are you?” Whilst they broke into a small conversation, you took that as your opportunity to escape to your room. Around ten minutes later, Jungkook followed, throwing himself on your bed.

“Damn, I’ve missed coming here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not kids anymore, I’m a grown girl and you’re a grown boy. This isn’t normal for people our age.”

“Yeah, but we’re soulmates remember?” There it was, that word again. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you gaped at his boldness.

“Shut up!” Picking up a pillow, you brought it down on his face with as much force as possible and he only snickered into it.

“You’ll come around eventually.” Deciding to ignore his last comment, you grabbed your books and sat at your desk. Studying was the best way to get him off your back. Or so you thought.

Feeling him place his chin on your shoulder, his natural scent filled your nose and caused the rest of your face to turn red, butterflies settling in your stomach.

“Help me study.” There was no room for arguing and you allowed him to place his own books on your desk and sit beside you.

You ended up tutoring him on topics he struggled with until the sky turned dark and it was time for him to leave. When he had left and you were closing your books, you discovered a note wedged between the pages of your notebook.

'Call me if something happens tomorrow. I won’t forgive that bastard for upsetting my soulmate.’

Why did this note make a delicate smile spread on your lips and make your heart flutter?

You told yourself it was his concern and nothing more.

Grind With Me // Peter Parker x Reader

Request: You ketchup hater, please write me a spidey one will ya? (via @bellamyblakesgun )

Pairing: Peter Parker x POC Reader (College AU)
Warning: Fluff, mild thigh riding and dry humping, alcohol mentions, Me screaming in the background as I watch his performance again and again
Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: I know I said no underage characters (AND I FUCKING MEANT IT) but Tom Holland is 20 so all my Peter fics will be a 20+ year old college AU type thing. PLUS DID YOU SEE THAT VIDEO. I’M DECEASED. This turned out to be a bit more sinful than I originally intended I’m not sorry at all. Also…what the fuck are endings?????

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You’re Still My Person: Mathew Barzal

Originally posted by i-hate-hockey

For: @burkysworld and the other people who asked anonymously for some barzy! sorry this took so long!

authors note: Oh and I didn’t edit this at all because it’s midnight where I am and I have to be at work in 6 hours so this won’t be edited until sometime tomorrow:)

warnings: some swearing, and yelling at one another?

Mat and you met when you were 20 and married at 22. You met through some friends after a game one night. Some people still think you were crazy for getting married so young and so soon into the relationship, but Mat loved you and you loved Mat. 

Or so you thought. 

Over the past two years, after you married, Mats hockey career really got a kick start with the Islanders making it to the Stanley Cup finals 2 years in a row. The islander’s franchise was doing extremely well and you were incredibly proud of Mat and how much he had accomplished in his first few years in the NHL. 

However, dating a professional athlete had its drawbacks and you finishing up school and your part-time job was making your relationship extremely stressful. Mat and you went from trying to spend every waking minute together to ship passing in the night. It had been weeks since you attended one of his games and months since you sat down and ate a meal together. 

You sat in the library studying for your final exam when your phone rang, seeing Mats number flash on the screen brought a pain to your chest, you debate on answering the call but knew you were going to be home soon, and let the call go to voicemail deciding to listen to the message on the bus ride home. 

“Hey, Babe. It’s just me, um, I don’t know what time you’re going to be home at tonight and I don’t remember if I told you or not, but the team and I are leaving for the two-week road trip across the west coast. Um, I did really mean to tell you I guess time just got away from me. I will text you when we land like always. I guess I will see you when I get home. Love you.” 


How could you not have known that Mat was going to be leaving for two weeks? TWO WEEKS! Any half-decent person would have known that. 

Mat texted you a few hours later saying that they had landed and that they were heading over to the hotel to get some sleep before practice in the morning and that he would talk to you sometime tomorrow. 

When you entered your shared apartment it felt more empty than usual. You poured yourself a glass of wine and sat on the couch. Sitting on the coffee table across from you was a picture of yours and Mat’s wedding. Mat was looking at you with the biggest smile on his face while you were playing with your dress awaiting for instructions on how to stand when she snapped the picture. You haven’t seen Mat smile like that in a long time. 

You went to your room where there was a box of miscellaneous things from yours and Mat’s relationship that you had both kept from over the years. You felt pains in your chest as you realized how much you really missed Mat. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a meal together. You found your wedding vows to Mat in the box where you vowed to be loyal and by his side through everything. As you continued to read the words you realized you had been anything but true to the words that you had promised him. 

You were an independent person your whole life. You kept to yourself and rarely let other people into your life, always focused on the task at your hand. In some twisted way, you had almost forgotten that your relationship with Mat was being put on the line. You were becoming determined to fix the mess you had created it. 

****MAT’S POV****

“I know she’s under a lot of pressure right now with school and everything, she’s gone through hell to get here and I support her all that way because I know that it hasn’t been easy for her to get this far. I also didn’t expect her to drop everything when we got married. But fuck. I miss her so much. She’s up so early to go to work, then she’s at school and if she’s not going back to work, then she stays in the school’s library studying and doing homework until the cleaning staff kicks her out. Once she comes home I’m already sleeping or I meet her at the front door and she showers says goodnight and goes to bed. I don’t even remember the last time we had a real conversation. I’m not blaming Y/N for any of this because I know I’m not always there too, but I’m so lost man. I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

Mat looks a Tito who’s playing on the Xbox in the hotel room. Mat chucks the pillow at his head, forcing him to turn around and look at him. 

“Dude! Did you hear anything I just said?” Mat asks annoyed. 

“As a matter of fact, I did. And that-” he gestured to the pillow laying on the floor. “-was very rude and I just lost.”

Mat just gives him a disapproving look and shakes his head laying back down on the uncomfortable hotel bed. He hates sleeping alone. Since the first night you stayed over at his New York apartment because the thunderstorm was so bad, he insisted you stayed the night knowing you would call him anyway because you hated being alone in your apartment when there was a bad storm. He smiled at the memory. 

“Honestly man, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’m not the best at relationship advice.” 

Mat just sighed, “At this point, I don’t care how shitty it is. I don’t know how to fix this.” 

Tito looked at his best friend. He had never seen him like this before. He looked like he hadn’t slept or shaved in weeks. He knew you must not have really paid attention to Mat because his hair was so long and he knew you hated it when his hair was longer than yours because he would start stealing your hair elastics. 

“Honestly.” Tito sighed. “Her last exam was this past week. Right? So there will be on less thing on her mind. So talk to her when you get home. Tell her that you are going out. Don’t ask her. Tell her she has an hour to get ready and don’t take her somewhere fancy. Take her to chipotle and order her favorite for her. And just talk to her about everything. You told me after your first date that you were going to marry her. See if there is still a spark there. Okay.” 

Mat nodded and closed his eyes playing scenarios over in his head of how things could go over once he got home. 

***Your POV***

Mat texted you that he had landed and that he should be home within the hour. You paced around the kitchen anxiously waiting for him to come home. You didn’t even realize how long you had been pacing when you heard his keys jingle and the door open. 

“Y/N?” You could see Mat look around for you when you came out of the kitchen. “For the love of God. How many times do I have to tell you that when I’m not here to-” You threw yourself at Mat, you could tell he wasn’t expecting you to do that the way he stumbled back into the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your hands gripped the hair at the base of his neck. 

You pressed your lips to gently. Remembering how his lips feel against yours. Dragging out the kiss for as long as possible, playing with his hair. Both breaking apart to come up for air.  Mat leaned in to brush his lips along yours. “-to lock the door when I’m not here,” he mumbled against your lips, before lightly kissing your nose.

You let out a soft laugh, smiling at him. You felt like the worst wife and he was still always worrying about your safety. 

“Um-” you both started at the same time. You both laughed as Mat walked you both into the apartment, your arms still around his neck. You both laughed again. 

“Go first, you’ve been gone for two weeks.” You said looking up at him. 

“You have an hour to get ready because we are going out. Don’t dress fancy, just dress casually. Okay?” He looked at you with pleading eyes that he didn’t want you to say no or to argue with him. 

“Actually, I was going to-” you started but stopped when Mat pulled away from you aggressively and started walking towards the kitchen. You could see the sadness, and anger in his eyes as he started yelling. 

“I haven’t been home in two weeks y/n, all I’m asking is for you to spend one night with me. Talk to me, acknowledge my presence. I feel like we haven’t had a conversation in months! Even when we are sharing a bed together I feel like I don’t even know the person sleeping next to me! I miss you so fucking much! It physically hurts. y/n, please!” 

Mat stopped yelling when he saw the island in the kitchen was covered with Chipotle, beer and a lot of candy. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso as you rested your head on his back. 

“I know that we have been extremely distant from one another in the past couple months and I know a lot of it has been my fault. So I bought a shit load of food and built a blanket fort in the living room and was hoping that we could have a chill night here. My goal was to make it up to you because of how much of a shitty wife I’ve been. I know it’s not much but I figured its a start.” You smiled up at him half-heartedly. 

Mat turned around and put his hands on your hips. “You’re still my person, please don’t ever forget that Mat.” 

“I know baby, I love you too.” Mat pulled you in for a tight hug. 

“Oh and I bought your favourite ice cream too, it’s in the freezer.” you mumbled into his chest. 

Mat pulled away and looked at you with wide eyes. “The Kawarthas one?”

You nodded as Mat grabbed as much food as he could and placed it in your arms as he grabbed his ice cream and beer as he pushed you into the living room.

Looking at you, with a smile on his face. You were his favourite person, and he was yours.

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character - Newt

words - 1014

warnings - pregnancy, too much fluff

description - A year after arriving in Paradise, you find out you’re pregnant. [based on this theory]

a/n - requested by @newtsslut​ ; sorry it took so long to get this out, but i hope this makes up for it!

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But she was gone.

Note 1: this was supposed to be a Hector Bellerin imagine but It can be read also as with any player you want, since no names are mentioned! Hope you like it :) if you want to, leave a feedback on how you found it! Thank you:) xx

She was an average girl or may I say, an average 23 year old woman. He was a 26 year old man. A man that could have any other female but yet he stuck with her. Or she stuck with him? She had the chance to let go, but she didn’t. He believed him when he said he was sorry when in reality she could let go and find someone else. Someone new. Someone better. People would laugh at her though. She had the Spanish international football player and she would want to let go?

“She must be insane if she let him go” that’s what her aunt said three years ago on Christmas dinner when she was helping her other aunt to clean the plates. Then her other aunt would say something like “If she thinks no one else is going to cheat on her then yes she is insane. He is the best she can ever have. No one will ever be able to provide her all the stuff he does. With all the money he gets, he can save his family, her, her family and he can even help us as well.”

This is how it was. Her family members would always see pounds pictured across his face. They even believed that she only wanted him for his money. And they were fine with it. They also were fine with the fact that he cheated on her. See, money in their lives were much more important than her happiness. She did go back to him though, a year later. Not because they told her to, or because she agreed with their opinion, but because she saw the regret in his eyes. She saw how sorry he was. She saw how he changed through a whole year they were separated.

The day she left him was Christmas eve. The end of the year was near and he wanted to be honest. He believed that she would forgive him. He didn’t think she would be okay with it, but that she would appreciate his honesty. Three weeks ago he visited Spain on a weekend getaway where he slept with one of his old school friends. He was drunk yes, but not drunk enough to not be able to control himself. He was driving her to the airport that day. She was going home for Christmas. She would take the bus back home but him being the perfect boyfriend, he wouldn’t let her take an endless bus journey when she could be back home in a matter of a few hours. He felt the need to talk to her about his actions killing him.

He turned the volume down of the Christmas song that was playing. She stopped her singing and looked at him wondering why he would turn the volume down. He said he wanted to let her know about something before it was too late. She listened to him trying to figure out what it was that had to ruing their so movie-like journey. He said what it was. He said he was sorry. All she could say was “just drive”. She wanted to get to the airport as soon as possible. She was about to burst in tears and she fought it until the moment they got to the airport.

He made a move to hug her, if not kiss her, goodbye. She took a step back and shacked her head in disbelief, hot tears running down her face and an ironic smile placed on her face. What did he expect anyway, him, she just found out that her boyfriend of a whole year, cheated on her, at the age of 20. His last words were “At least text me that you are safe back home.”

That was the last time they saw each other for a year. The next day, Christmas day, after she heard her aunts made her make her biggest decision. She disappeared. For a year, no one knew where she was and what she was doing. She only kept contact with her parents and a few of her friends, to let them know she is okay. Of course, they would all ask for information for where she was or even when she was coming back, but she would never say anything. Until next Christmas, when she went back home. At the airport? She met him. He was coming back to London after a weekend in spain again. It was strange, exactly a year ago it was the last time he saw her. 

He did look for her. But how can you find someone who doesn’t want to be found? When he saw her again it felt like the universe was giving him another chance. Even if he still didn’t know that SHE would give him another chance. He asked how she was, she said she was fine. She looked different but so did he. He looked more mature, she looked more broken, more empty than even before. He smiled at him though so he took the courage to ask her to meet him sometime so they can talk. He didn’t expect her to agree but to his surprise she did. And here they are, two years later they are still together.

She moved in with him, he took care of her and he never ever laid his eyes on another woman. Everything was fine until the past few weeks. He seemed distant. He would come home more late than ever before. And without an explanation. She wouldn’t say anything though. She was never the person who would complain. She kept everything to herself. When he would come home, he wouldn’t say much. He did talk to her, it’s not like he ignored her but it wasn’t the same as before. Not to mention the constant secret texting and email sending. She didn’t want to believe that he is cheating again but yet again he didn’t give her any option.

One day she came home from work, another day her boss had been rude to her, another day where he humiliated her in front of every other coworker. All she needed was her boyfriend’s comfort. She got home when he was on his phone, as soon as he noticed that he wasn’t alone anymore, he ended the call.

“How was your day?” he said and walked to the kitchen, no hugs, no kisses.

“As always.” She said and followed him to make herself a tea. He said that he was glad. If only he knew what she meant with “as always” and was going on at her work place. She could have told him before but he never gave her the chance as he was barely around her the past few weeks.

He sat on a stool and she took a seat for herself in front of him. His eyes were locked on his phone typing as always. She didn’t want to believe that he would be such an ass to sit here, in front of her while texting someone else. She decided to talk about how her days at work have been lately.

“Hey, can we talk?” She looked at him and waited for his answer, he asked her to give him a minute, without even looking at her. Eyes still on the iphone screen.

Five minutes passed. Six. On the seventh, she got up, threw her tea cup in the sink – might have broken it as well – and made her way out of the kitchen.

“What was that for?”

“What was that for? Seriously I don’t even know. The fact that for weeks now you barely talk to me? The fact that you come home as late as possible only for you to eat and if not play same stupid game you go straight to bed? Or maybe that you keep being on your phone talking to god knows who while I’m here literally begging for a word to come out of your mouth, even that would be “Shut up”.” She threw her hands up in the air while she felt her eyes watering up.

“It’s not what it looks like. I promise it’s not.” He said and walked close to her.

“Then what is it? I’m losing my mind! I’m losing my patience.”

“I can’t talk about it.” He can’t talk about it. The perfect answer to make her pick her jacket and make her way out. “Babe don’t do that please I promise you it’s not what you think it its! Trust me. A few days and I can explain. Please.”

“Just leave me alone. I just want to be alone.” She walked out of the door. He didn’t follow her. He knows better than that. She needed her time alone. Him following her would make things worse.

He didn’t follow her until he heard it. The annoying sound of car brakes. He didn’t know what made him look out of the window but he did. And what he saw was enough for him to run as fast as possible. He wrapped his arms around her passed out body. He let pointless sounds leave his mouth. He was screaming. The driver had already called an ambulance but it seemed it was already too late. Her breathless body covered in blood was being shaken by her boyfriend, as if his screams and his arms shaking her, would bring her back to life. As if he could love her back to life. As if she was just playing a game trying to scare him off and she would soon open her eyes.

But she didn’t. You can’t love someone back to life. You can’t turn back time. If he knew what was coming, he would have explained that exact moment she asked him. Because he was right. It’s not what she thought. It was far from what she thought.

But now she was gone. He lost her. She asked him to leave her alone, and it turns out he is the one left alone. What she never found out, was that all this time, he was planning his proposal along with a surprise wedding. If only he was more careful and if only she was more patient and if only she trusted him, she would have been here. She would have been here and married to him in three days. But she was gone.

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While at a party one of the bullies spike eddies drink as a cruel joke and richie finds him and freaks out (along with the other losers) Eddie tries to tell them nothing happened but richie is still super angry and wants to snap someone’s neck bc oh god what if something worse happened

I’m sorry this took so long I am human garbage and I take approximately 27 years to do absolutely anything

switching it up here and eddie actually likes going to parties and they’re in college in this and reddie goes to parties together all the time!!! (they’re like 19/20) (warnings for alcohol, getting sick / vomit)

PS this reddie hc kind of turned into a streddie hc? if you squint maybe

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In The Rain - Requested

Sam Holland x Reader

Words: 2,513

Requested by: anonymous (anon, please forgive me. please.)

Could I have a Sam Holland imagine where they have been dating for 4 years but know each other forever(Him and the reader are 20) and he takes her to their spot (your pick as long as it’s outside) and he has this plan in his head to propose to hear, but when he is about to talk it starts raining and he gets sort of sad, but then it’s all fluffy and he proposes?”

Good GOD this took way longer than it needed to. Please support me huhuhu I’m still here guys, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking rusty please bear with me on this one, and please. TELL ME HOW I DID. COMMENT. MESSAGE ME. PLS LOVE ME HUHU I’M SO SORRY GUYS


You’ve been with Sam Holland for four amazing years, but you’ve known him even longer than that and it was such a beautiful thing to have your relationship progress so naturally. When you two met as children, you two clicked instantly, almost like it was always meant to be. As you two grew older, you never admitted it but you were afraid that you two would grow apart, that Sam would come into his own and forget all about you, replace you with better, more interesting people.

But that never happened.

Regardless of what you thought, you and Sam grew even closer as the years went on. You both knew that you had found something special in each other and nothing could take that away from you.

When you reached the scary and somewhat predictable world of high school, one thing that you never saw coming (but everyone else did) happened. Sam, your best friend, your confidante, your shoulder to cry on, asked you out. On a date.

And that was kind of the shock of your life, I mean, who would’ve thought? But like all things surrounding you and Sam, it just made sense and most of all, it felt right. Besides, you couldn’t really say no to your best friend, could you?

Your first date with Sam was one of the days of your life you would never forget. He took you to the cinema, picking that cheesy romantic comedy you’d been going on and on about for weeks, he didn’t care for it but just seeing you laugh and swoon at all the right moments was more than enough for him. After the film, Sam took you to dinner, holding your hand all the way and wrapping his coat around you when the night got too cold.

The only problem was that you were so nervous throughout the whole thing that Sam had to steal some fries off of your plate just to get you to act like yourself again.

“Oi, put it back where you got it, fucker.” you growled at him

“There she is.” Sam grinned broadly, placing the offending fries back on your plate

With a roll of your eyes and a smirk on your lips, you two eased back into your usual banter but of course the whole situation was anything but usual. Somewhere behind the laughter and the playful shoves was a subtle electricity wrapping around the two of you like a vise, it wasn’t much but it was a glimpse of something more to come.

After dinner ended, you walked to the park and honestly it was such a cliché, would you believe it actually rained? You two were soaking wet, running through the slick grass, hand in hand, laughter echoing all around you.

You two finally found shelter underneath a tall sycamore tree and you promptly wrung the rain water out of your hair while Sam shook himself out like a dog, effectively soaking you again.

“Sam!” you squealed as the cold water hit you

He laughed heartily and you couldn’t help but join in. When the laughter finally bubbled down into breathless chuckles, your eyes met underneath the glow of the moonlight escaping through the trees.

Sam felt like he was floating up in the night sky. His head was light and his freckled cheeks were burning, all that from one night with you. He didn’t know what came over him or how he found the strength to place his shivering hands upon your crimson tinted cheeks, but he did.

You exhaled sharply when his palms made contact, sending sparks and shivers throughout your body. You looked up at him, confused.

If the sound of the rain wasn’t so loud, you were sure Sam would be able to hear how hard your heart was pounding against your chest. It wasn’t any better for him, either. He was so nervous, he felt as if your beautiful eyes were boring holes into his own.

But it was now or never.

So he asked,

“Can I kiss you?”

His face was already mere inches from yours and his breath touched your lips as he spoke. It was dizzying. You nodded your head almost imperceptibly, frozen in the moment.

Slowly, Sam finally closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as your eyes fluttered shut. How on earth were his lips so warm in this weather? It seeped into your body as your lips melded together in perfect sync.

You two pulled apart sooner than both of you would’ve liked. You rested your forehead against his and shut your eyes, trying to steady your frantic heart. Unable to contain himself any longer, Sam cupped your cheeks in his hands and pulled you into a fiery and passionate kiss. Finally, you pull apart and open your eyes.

“Wow.” you mumbled under your breath

“I think we should do that again.” Sam chuckled, not wasting another minute before pulling you into him once more.

That was how it all began.

Four years later, on the day of your anniversary, you stood at the ticket booth in the same movie theatre Sam took you to on your very first date, with your hand in his. You watched him as he bought your tickets, his auburn hair flopping against his forehead in that messy way only he could pull off, his emerald eyes were shining underneath the glare of the fluorescent lights.

He just got more handsome as the years went by.

How on earth did you get so lucky?

The sound of his dorky laugh brought you back to the present, just in time to see the ticket clerk hand the tickets over to your freckled boyfriend. With a cheeky smile, he tugged your arm in the direction of your designated cinema number.

“What was so funny back there?” you asked Sam inquisitively, noting that he was more fidgety than usual

“Huh? Nothing! Just a good joke.”

Your eyes narrowed into tiny slits as you watched him fumble with your movie tickets, handing them to the attendant with shaky hands, you observed.

Oh, something was definitely up. You so hoped that Harry didn’t put him up to any pranks, the gall of those twins really if they were going to prank you on your anniversary. As you entered, you swiveled your head around the dimly lit area, checking for any sign of Harry, or even Tom. But strange enough, there wasn’t anyone in there.

“Are we too early?” you whispered to Sam as he led you to your seats

He shrugged his coat off, steeling his face into something more nonchalant.

“Uhhh, no I don’t think so, darling. I think we’re right on time.” he said, crossing his legs and placing his hand in yours

“Okay, what is going on?”

Your question was immediately ignored as the lights shut off and the movie began but even as the first notes of the film’s opening sequence began, you kept your eyes on him. What on earth was he up to?

And where the hell was everybody else in this fucking theatre?

You began looking around the room again to see if anyone else had come in or if either Harry or Tom was lurking around, hovering over your seat with a bucket of water or something to that effect. When you found no one, you settled back in your seat and put your hand back in Sam’s.

Focusing on the film in front of you, you were more than a little confused to hear and see a familiar scene playing out on the giant screen. A huge grin began to spread on your lips as you turned to Sam once again.

“I thought we were seeing something new?” you asked him, realising what he’d done

He let out a little chuckle, turning as well so that you were both facing each other.

The faintest and softest of smiles was playing on his lips, he looked into your eyes for a second before placing his lips against yours.

“Happy anniversary, darling girl.” Sam mumbled against your lips before pulling away

It was nothing short of amazing how after all these years, he could set your body on fire even with the most delicate kiss.

With the very same cheesy romantic comedy you watched on your first date playing on screen, you were reminded of just how much that day meant to the both of you. After the movie ended, you found yourselves on the same road you walked all those years ago.

It was silent, the both of you caught up in old memories. None of you seemed to be aware of where you were going. You two walked and walked, hand in hand, plainly enjoying each other’s quiet company.

You and Sam reached the park, the addictive smell of dewy grass mixed with the fresh night air mingled together, permeating your senses. Neither of you said a word, but almost certainly, you both knew where you were headed.

Underneath the sycamore tree.

Branches stretching and reaching towards the starry night sky, its leaves almost kissing the moon. The two of you sat underneath it, leaning against the trunk.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Sam observed, nudging his leg against yours

“So have you.” you replied, nudging back

“I guess I’ve just been thinking.”

“Oh, that’s no good.”

“Hey!” he frowned at you for a millisecond before tackling you down onto the soft grass, his fingers unleashing no mercy on your sides

“Sam, please no!” you begged in between your maniacal laughter

He had you rolling all around the grass, pieces of it stuck to your hair and on your clothes, lucky you weren’t wearing anything white. His attack was severe and you were gasping for air until in a flash, his hands were gone.

You were left with your back on the ground, your eyes facing towards heaven. As you took in lungfuls of air, you watched, entranced, as the stars danced in the sky. It just couldn’t have gotten any better at that moment.

The events of today took you on a trip down memory lane, you felt like you were sixteen years old again, holding Sam’s hand throughout the day, sneaking little kisses in the movie theatre, laughing like mad..

“This has been the perfect day, Sam. Thank you so much.” you said, hoping he would hear you despite how breathless you were

When he didn’t respond, you sat up and almost fell back down at what you were seeing.

Sam, a little pale, with one knee against the grass, holding a little velvet box in his shaking hands.

“Sam..” you drew a long breath in. Your heart was pounding and you hadn’t even recovered from his tickle assault.

“Y/N,” he began, his deep voice wavering ever so slightly

You watched him in a state of shock, your hand was covering your mouth and your chest was rising and falling rapidly. He took your stunned silence as his cue to begin.

“Y/N, my darling, my love, the light of my fucking life, I love you. And I know that in the majority of proposals, they always say stuff about looking to the future and things like that but I want to take a moment to look back,” Sam gave you a wobbly smile as his eyes began to shine with unshed tears, he didn’t want to cry, not yet.

“My entire life so far, I’ve spent it with you. We’ve had the most incredible adventures together, and I want you to know that I am so grateful for you, your presence, your advice, all of it. And I-”

Just as the first tear dripped down the side of his cheek, a crack of lightning shot through the sky, and pelting rain came not long after. He stood up abruptly, looking all around him as what he thought was going to be the perfect setting for his proposal turned into a fucking huge muddy puddle.

“Fucking shit.” he muttered in sheer annoyance, running a hand through his dampening hair

“Excuse me?” you called out to him, arms crossed against your chest

He spun on his heel and walked briskly to you, placing his hands on the sides of your arms.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think it was going to rain and I just wanted everything to be perf-” you cut him off by placing a finger to his lips

“Take the knee, Holland.” you commanded him

Sam looked into your shimmering eyes, smiled, and plunged a knee into the muddy ground without hesitation. You nodded your head in approval, struggling to maintain your composure as you took in the sight of him kneeling in front of you, ring box in his hand, and love glowing in his beautiful teary eyes.

“Please continue.”

“Right. So, as I was saying,” he chuckled, wiping at his eyes with his free hand

“I just can’t describe the feeling you give me. It’s like the feeling you get when your favourite song plays on the radio, the sky is that colour that makes you whip your phone out to take a picture, and the air isn’t too cold or too hot, but just perfect so that the wind can blow against your face,”

He took a deep shaky breath. Your heart was being pulled in so many different directions as you watched him start to cry freely, putting every emotion he was feeling into his proposal.

“God,” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, you just make me forget everything that’s going on in my life and I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but you make me so incredibly happy.”

He looked up at you with more tears in his eyes and opened the tiny box. Nestled inside in a bed of black velvet, was the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen. It took your breath away and more tears began to streak down your cheeks with lightning speed, mingling with the rain.

“Marry me?” Sam whispered just above the roar of the downpour

You two were soaking wet and Sam’s trousers were getting muddy but neither of you cared. You took one look at your dashingly handsome fiancé and nodded your head, droplets of rain water shaking off of the ends of your hair.

“YES!” you screamed, jumping up and down where you stood

“Yes?!” Sam echoed ecstatically, getting up and immediately taking you in his arms

“Oh my God!” he laughed happily, slipping the ring onto your finger with ease despite his shaking hands

“Perfect fit.”

Sam held you gently, cupping your face with one hand. He gazed at you lovingly, the woman of his dreams, his best friend, his fianceé.

With the incredible thought in his mind that he was actually going to marry you, Sam wasted no time in placing his lips on yours. And just like the first time and every time he kissed you, sparks flew in every direction, and the world slowly disappeared around you.


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Stalked // Josh Pieters imagine

Summary: One of Josh’s fans is stalking you. You get scared and Josh has to calm you down.

Request:  Hey could you do some Josh Pieters imagines? ☺️

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! But I hope you like it @serenagrace17. The beginning is quite Joshless, but he becomes more important towards the end. I hope you don’t mind that. I’ve never done a Josh Pieters one before, so I hope it doesn’t suck too much!


Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“Hey babe”, your boyfriend Josh called, “Could you maybe bring a Starbucks for me too, please?”. “Yeah sure love. I’ll be home in 20”. You both said goodbye and hung up.

You and Josh have been dating for 2 months, but you’ve been great friends for over a year now. Everyone always said that you needed to get together, but you didn’t want to risk it. Not only because of the amazing friendship you had, but also because of his fame.

Josh is quite a famous youtuber with a lot of fans. And that’s what worried you. But when you first made your appearance in one of his videos, they all seemed to love you.

You got more and more followers on your social media and that made you think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to date Josh. Not for the followers of course, but because they did make you feel a bit more at ease, since you thought they’d absolutely hate you.

So, one night at a club, you kissed. And that’s how it all started.

Now, 2 months later, Josh’s fans liked you more and more for you. Not just because you were his girlfriend.

After the year of being friends with Josh, you started to get used to the attention, but there was one thing that had started to bother you.

You felt like you kept seeing the same girl over and over again. She liked all your Instagram pictures, she retweeted all your tweets and you even saw her a couple of times already.

When you were waiting in line in Starbucks to get your drinks, you were just scrolling through your Instagram feed. Suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. “Hi! OMG! I can’t believe I’m meeting you. Aaaah! Omg this is crazy. This is a dream come true!”, a girl boomed. When you turned around, you saw the girl that had been “stalking” you for a while.

You didn’t want to be rude, so you just said: “Hi, how are you sweetie?”. “OMG I’m gonna faint. Oh hell. Euhm I’m so good like I couldn’t be any better. My name is Juliette. Can I have a picture please please please?”.

You felt a little bit uncomfortable with her shouting so loud in a public place, but you still agreed to the picture. “Omg thank you so much! I love you so much. And say hi to Josh please”. “Will do”, you smiled,” and thank you for saying hi”.

After she left, you ordered your drinks. It was a lovely day, so you decided to walk home. As you were humming along to your music playing in your headphones, you saw a silhouette not far behind you.

The more you walked, the more scared you became, seeing as the person kept following you. You kept thinking about something that happened before meeting Josh.

You grabbed your phone and called Josh, but he didn’t pick up. “Oh god are you serious?!”, you murmured to yourself.

You looked over your shoulder again and realized that it was the girl form Starbucks who was walking behind you. You relaxed a bit, seeing that she was actually quite nice.

All of a sudden, a whole group of girls walked over to Juliette and they all started pointing at you. And then, there were the flashbacks again.  

At that point, all you wanted to do was run, run to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. But you realized that if you ran home, they would know where Josh and you live.

You felt your heartrate pick up and panic staring to take over. You tried calling Josh again but he didn’t pick up.

The panic attack started to get so bad that not going home wasn’t even an option anymore. Without even realizing it, you were only one block away from the apartment so you just ran.

Even when you got inside, you weren’t able to calm yourself down. That was until you felt two strong arms wrapping around you.

You looked up and saw the concerned eyes of your boyfriend. “Babe are you okay? What happened?”, he asked.

The only thing that came out, was sobbing. “Hey Capsar mate, would you mind filming later?”. “No, no. you take care of your girl and I’ll text you later, okay”, Capsar said whilst taking his belongings and walking out.

“Y/N, can you please tell me what happened? I absolutely hate seeing you like this”. You really didn’t want to tell him, because then you’d have to explain everything. But if you didn’t tell him about your past, he’d probably thin you’re pathetic.

“I euhm I, I ….”, you managed to get out. “Just relax, love. Focus on your breathing, okay. In and out. In and out. Easy like that”. You breathed in with him and out again.

You had both sat there, on the kitchen floor for a few minutes before your breathing was normal again.

“When I went into Starbucks, there was this hyped girl asking for a picture”, you started. “So I took one with her. But on the way back home, I saw her following me and then lots of other girls tagged along and I didn’t know what to do and I started to panic”.

Josh looked a bit confused at you, so you quickly added: “Now before you think I’m completely pathetic, I need to tell something first”. Worried, Josh encouraged you: “Go on”.

“So before I met you, my ex-boyfriend and I broke up after 2 years of dating. I don’t why he did it, I guess he couldn’t get over me or something, but he started stalking me. Everywhere I went, he was there. Everything I did, he knew about. I was so terrified. Then when I went out with a friend, he started sending me threats. It got so bad that the police even had to become involved. I had seen that girl on a few occasions and I knew she followed my every move and social media, so I got scared again”.

When looked back up, you saw Josh’s eyes shine bright with love. He gently kissed your lips and tightened his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. Without me that would’ve never happened. I don’t get why they just won’t respect our privacy”, he sighed.

“Josh, love, it’s not your fault, okay. I love you to bits, gorgeous. I just panicked, no big deal. I’m better now. I’m sorry if I scared you”. “Well you did. But I’m just glad you’re alright now”.

Later that night, you saw a tweet from Josh that absolutely melted your heart. It read: “Just found my girl having a panic attack because of some of you. I love you all so much, but some of you need to respect our privacy. I’m happy you all love Y/N, but I don’t want her to get hurt by it. To of some of you this won’t make any sense, to others it well. Just know that I still love you, but I love Y/N too”.

Loki x Reader - Lesson Four: It’s Important to Feel Comfortable

Originally posted by fluturojdallandyshia

Requested by Anon: I have an idea for another aura fic where she is in a big battle with everyone else, and as she is almost killed by a bad guy, her aura pulsates like a supernova and sends everything in a ten foot radius flying! She doesn’t know how she did the aura pulse, nor does she have control over it, so another lesson ensues to try and master the pulse!

A/N: *whispers* I love this one so much. eep. Also this title took me 20 years to come up with and I don’t like it I’m sorry. It doesn’t do this fic justice. In the process I came up with a title for another “lesson” so. Request away so I can use it. And another also, I’m posting this at a different time than normal bc I just finished it and I want to get it out as soon as possible bc I love it but then I had laptop troubles but I’ll probably reblog it tomorrow to make sure ppl see it bc I’ve seen other writing blogs do that… phew I’m kind of a crazy mess right now but writing this aura reader made me feel a lot better.

Other aura reader stuff:

Lesson One: Know Who You’re Up Against

Lesson Two: Leave the Past Alone

Lesson Three: Choose Your Words Wisely



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Love war (Cillian Murphy x reader)

Request: Could I request a cillian x female reader where the reader meets his children for the first time and they get along really well (the reader is younger than him - 20 years like your other imagine) xx

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

I know, it took me six weeks to write just an imagine and I’m so sorry I made the anon wait this long… I’m sorry. Really.


You were nervous. It was an understatement. Being in a relationship with Cillian was already a lot, he was 20 years older than you, but it never had been a problem. It’s just that people always judged you for the age gap even if you’ve learned to ignore them. A serious relationship was: getting involved, which meant, among other things, meeting his family. You already met his parents and his siblings, you pretty get along with them, they were really nice, but his two sons? Never. Why? Because your boyfriend wanted to be sure it worked between the two of you.

Even if you were stressed, a part of you was excited to meet Malachy, 12 and Aran, 11. You had seen them in photos and they were the spitting image of Cillian, especially Malachy. You were in your new apartment, the one in which you now lived with Mr. Murphy. You waited impatiently, sitting on the sofa in the living room, for the arrival of Cillian and his sons. Your leg was moving nervously, you knew they were going to show up from one minute to the next. When you heard the front door open and their little voices, you smile without realizing it.

You got up and went to join them before gazing at them. The first to see you was the youngest of the two who greeted you shyly. A small laugh escaped your lips and you hugged him. It was something you hadn’t controlled. You wanted to see their adorable faces for ages! You did the same thing with Malachy before presenting yourself and showing them the apartment, especially their bedrooms.

Even if you were happy, you were still awkward because you didn’t know if they already liked you or hated you and what you could do to get to know them! You really hoped they were as sweet as Cillian. So, when they dropped off their belongings in their respective rooms, you went to see them to ask if they wanted to do a particular activity. The two young boys had the same idea: go to the fair. You loved it too. Then, inevitably you promised them that you would go in the afternoon, after eating.

At lunch time, you had cooked lasagna and the two boys feasted, seeing this warmed your heart because you knew you were on the good way to make them like you as a stepmother. You almost choked with your food after Aran asked a question “important” for a couple:

“Are you going to make a baby? Are we going to be big brothers?”

You casted a glance at your boyfriend who was hiding his amused smile, letting you voluntarily answer the little boy. Of course, you had already talked about it, the idea was very tempting. You hadn’t had a child on your own yet, Cillian dreamed of having a daughter and since he was 42 years old, he wanted to avoid waiting too long for a third child. You two agreed to wait a little longer, which meant that you would try in the following months. You cleared your throat before answering:

“Well… Would you like to be big brothers?”

“You make dad happy and we always wanted a sister… So, it would be great!” responded Malachy with a smile.

You couldn’t help but smiled back.

“That’s something we were talking about. You’re alright with that?” intervened Cillian in the discussion. Aran nodded with a smile and Malachy thumbed up in approval. You were already very relieved.

While the boys were brushing their teeth, you took the opportunity to do the dishes with your man and stole him kisses from time to time. He laughed before he kissed you properly.

“They understood the reasons why their mother and I divorced and I’m sure they already like you.”

A big smiled stretched your lips.


The boys were so excited, they ran everywhere, desiring to try every merry-go-around even when Cillian kept telling them to stay calm and avoid drawing attention to you. You accompanied them in almost all attractions, except those that were a bit too thrilling to your taste. The fact that you only had nine and eleven years of differences with the two boys made you understand them and have fun with them. You spent your day laughing with them, teasing them and letting them do the same. You acted like you were their friends, even if your boyfriend intervened once or twice, judging they were going too far.

Malachy and Aran asked you to have candyfloss and an ice cream at 4 o’clock as a snack, you decided paid with a good heart, running with them to one of the food stands. You were already fond of the kids. When you gave them their delicacies, they thanked you, but before they had a chance to eat, you put ice cream on Aran’s nose before he wiped it with a little grunt. His little grimace made everyone laugh. He tore off a piece of his brothers’ candyfloss before tucking it in your mouth.

“Thank you, little munchkin!” you said after you emptied your mouth, then you laughed.

You held the child in your arms and in exchange, he put a slobbering kiss on your cheek to bother you. With this, he ran away, knowing full well that this little war wasn’t over and that Malachy will ally to you. Cillian watched the scene, a big smile stretching his plump lips and his crystal blue eyes sparkling with joy. He was so much reassured and happy that his children got along well with you.

A love war just begun.

shurios-main  asked:

I wanna snow and my boi Stevie. Please? Love u. ♥

Hey there, hope you enjoy. This one turned out a little long but I hope you like it nonetheless

“Never have I ever”
Pairing: Steven Rogers x Reader
Summary: Y/n has a weird dream. But what is truth and what is fiction?
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Tiny bit of angst in the beginning, mostly fluff
Prompts: Snow
This plays out before ‘’Civil War’’

Feedback is always appreciated . You can also request something of your own.

My Masterlist

Originally posted by dicapriho

Gif not mine, credits to original creator,

It was a quiet day in Stark tower. Tony and Bruce were down in the lab, working on upgrading everyone’s suit. Nat and Clint were down in the gym, practising their skills. Falcon was out doing the shopping and Bucky and Steve were sitting on the couch. Thor was visiting Loki in his glass prison. You were only just waking up. Always having been a tight sleeper-not even the vacuum would wake you, when you were little- the TV didn’t disturb your sleep. The dream was a peaceful one. It included you, Steve and Bucky, sitting in a bar. Chatting, like there wasn’t a care in the world. 

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Just Hold On

Originally posted by hardyness

(Request: Newt imagine please!! You have a stressful day (helping newt with his creatures or something) and newt decides to run you two a bath. Really fluffy and adorable. Thank youu! I love your writing by the way :)

(A/N:  This was saved in my drafts and I was wondering why I never finished it but holy moly?? This was honestly so fun to write thank you for the prompt! I’m sorry it took me 20 years to complete, but this was v fun to write! You’re a peach! xx)

Ever since you met Newt two years ago, your life has been nothing but work. Of course if anyone asked you, you would say that working with Newt was the best thing you’ve ever done in your life, and it was true! It really was the most amazing experience- however after two continuous years, you were tired and bound to get sick.

Newt’s creatures noticed it too that morning you stepped down to feed them. You smiled at them graciously as they rubbed themselves against you, whining slightly. “It’s alright darlings,” you said as they stared at you with their big eyes. “I’m alright, just feeling a bit under the weather.”

However even after saying that, the Demiguise followed you silently, while the other creatures went back to their daily activities.

This raised a red flag in your mind, but yet, you persisted, kneeling down and smiling at him. “I really am fine,” you insisted, “if I feel sick enough to not finish my chores around here, I’ll go back up and take a nap, deal?”

Your response from the Demiguise was silence, followed by blinking. Alrighty then, you thought as you turned around and made a mental list of chores you still had to; the Grindylows were already fed, so was the Murtlap and the Mooncalf, all you needed was the Billywig and the Bowtruckle, easy enough, you thought again.  

It wasn’t until you knelt down by the Bowtruckle tree, that you realized you should’ve heeded the warning signs that your body had been telling you before.

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now no one told you life was gonna be this waayyyyy

this is probably the biggest one yet!! this took 2 and a half days.

happy 20 million mark!! sorry im so late. the reason why i wasnt able to get this up in atleast a day was because i had to go to school, and things just getting in the way lmao 

but eventually i got to it, drew quickly, and got it done. im pretty happy about how it came out afterwards. youve come so far, look at you!! ive been watching you for about 5 years now, and ive cherished every day of it. i hope anything you have going on right now goes well, i hope you have a great day.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just was wondering if you could give me some advice on note taking?☺️ when I go back to school my AP Euro class is having a test on the first two chapters so I've been trying to take notes on them. The first chapter is 25 pages long and the second chapter is 35 pages long. Do you have any suggestions on how to take notes from both chapters without ending up with like 20 pages of notes?

hello! sorry it took a bit to get back to you! i’m taking ap euro as well next year, but wow, i do not have to do what you do!

so, i took ap human geography last year, and it made me learn a lot about note taking, since i did exactly what you did and took notes on anything and everything, and had a ton of pages of notes that didn’t help me.  this is the system that works for me:

1. write one bullet point for each paragraph in the text. pick the most important point in the paragraph to write down.

2. in longer paragraphs, you are allowed one sub bullet. sub bullets are purely for information that is important, but not important enough to be in the main bullet point, such as listing things, other dates, and other extraneous information.

3. separate the bullet points into different sections within the chapter. for example, if all these bullet points pertain to a certain war, they all are grouped together. as soon as the topic shifts to a different war, put a single space before the next bullet point. usually, your book will group these topics.

4. when you have finished note taking, go back and highlight. i really want to implement this into my own routine, even though i haven’t yet.  go back and count how many bullet points you have.  then, you are allowed to highlight a third of those main bullet points that really summarize the entire chapter.

5. you’re done! i hope i made this simple.

please message me again if you have any questions about this, note-taking anon! i plan on probably posting some photos of my notes to show you how i go about using this method.

Babysitting Mishap // Oli White

Word Count- 1317

Summary- you take james to a waterpark but end up in the er

Author Notes- I know 0 things about the UK or Thorpe park so :/ also sorry for going m.i.a. for a lil bit, school is just really time consuming.


It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have seen the future. Accidents happen.






You were James’ Whites babysitter over the summer. You had met their family through your little sister. Y/s/n and James were in the same class, when she found out James had to go to summer camp due to not having a babysitter, you happily volunteered.

Now here you were 2 years later.

You and James got along very well. You understood he was almost a teenager and he realized that you did have to make sure he was safe. You two had made a schedule:

Monday- Y/n’s pick

Tuesday- James’ pick

Wednesday- Movie Marathon

Thursday- board game/ Xbox/ Wii

Friday- waterpark

The day had started off like any other Friday. You stopped by Dunkin’ Donuts; you bought a dozen donuts and two smoothies, strawberry banana for you and tropical mango for James. After you received your order, you headed to the White house. You had your Friday swim bag with you; it contained you and James’ passes, sun screen, swimsuit, an extra pair of clothes, and extra cash. However today was different than usual, you also had an overnight bag with you. James’ parents were going to France for the weekend, it was their 20th anniversary and you happily decided to stay with the teen.

Once you had arrived at his house he beat you to the door, “HEY Y/N!” He shouted, hugging you. “ARE YOU READY FOR THE BEST WEEKEND EVER?”

You laughed, “So ready!” you guys ate way too many donuts while watching some cartoons.

As soon as the clock turned to 11:00 James shot up, “Ready to go to the waterpark?”

“Grab your goggles!” you stood up, grabbing the Friday waterpark bag and your keys.

After the hour drive to the waterpark, you and James rode some rides.

All was well until James decided to go on The Saw. He had never wanted to go on it before, so why now. You were very reluctant but finally agreed. You two sat in the front row, and James immediately regretted it.

“Y/n… Can I hold your hand?”

You gave him soft smile and held out your hand, “Of course James.”

The cart began moving and it was the most terrifying minute and 30 seconds of your life. But that wasn’t the worst part. It wasn’t until after the ride that your heart broke. You and James stumbled off the coaster laughing.

“That was bloody awful!” you shouted.

“It was worth it,” James said looking back at you, he hadn’t noticed the steps in front of him.

One second he was there and the next he tumbling down a flight of concrete stairs.

“JAMES!” you shouted running down the stairs. You fell to the ground next to the limp boy, “Someone call 999!” you cried.


It had been 2 hours since you arrived at the hospital. You called his parents the minute they took him back into the OR. They said they would call Oli, and try to get home immediately. But most flights were booked. They were worried but not too worried, they knew Oli was way more responsible than your average 20 year old; especially when it came to James.

You were sat in the waiting room, eyes locked on the door the doctor would walk out of.

“Hi, I’m looking for James White.” You heard a man speak very fast.

“I’m sorry you’ll have to wait, he’s currently in surgery.” The nurse replied.

“Is he okay? Will he be alight? That’s my little brother. Please,” he sounded very desperate.

“I’m sorry. The doctor will come notify you when they’re done.” She said once more.

He turned to sit, choosing an empty see on the wall opposite you.

“You must be Oli,” you spoke up after a few minutes.

He looked up from his phone, “Yes… And you are?”

“Oh sorry. I’m Y/n, James-”

“Babysitter.” You said in unison.

“Yeah, I’ve heard about you. James always talks about you.”

You laughed. You had heard a lot about Oli. But you never knew he was this good looking.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

He stood slowly, sitting next to you, “Could you, uh, tell me how it… how he got hurt.”

You flinched thinking about it, “Uh… We were… uh… I’m sorry” you put your hand over your mouth, quietly sobbing. “It should have been me.”

“Hey, no, don’t say that, “he pulled you into a hug. “Do not blame yourself.”

“We got off the ride, and he was talking to me. He wasn’t paying attention. The stairs came out of nowhere.”

He sighed against your hair.

“No one should ever have to see what I saw.” You continued crying until you slowly began to fall asleep.

However, your sleep was interrupted by a man’s voice, “Can I talk to the family of James White?” the doctor stood at the double doors, waiting for someone to stand up.

“Yes. Hi. I’m his brother,” Oli shot up, taking you with him.

“Hi. So James suffered a concussion and a minor skull fracture. He should recover fully, but it will take time. Lots of time.”

“Can we see him?” you asked, clutching onto Oli.

“Yes. He’s still sleeping, please be gentle. His body is in a very fragile state.”

He led you and Oli down a long hallway. When you walked into the room your heart completely broke.

Now it was Oli’s turn to clutch onto you. Tears were falling down his cheeks. You stood by the window and gave Oli and James some one on one time.


Four months later

“Y/n! So glad to see you!” Sally smiled, hugging you. “Oh what’s this?” she pointed at the goodies in your hands.

“Oh I baked some sweets, and brought over some board games. If James is up for it.” You walked into the house, following Sally into the kitchen.

“How sweet of you. Thank you so much.” She put her hand on yours. “You really are a sweet girl. You’re perfect for Oli.” She giggled.

“Oh… No. He wouldn’t want me.” You laughed, but you weren’t joking.

“Oh please! That boy is wrapped around your finger!” she laughed, picking up a cookie.

You picked up the can and headed upstairs to James room.

“JAMES!” you heard a shout from the farthest room. You bolted to the door, stumbling in.

You were confused as to what you were seeing. Oli had, what looked like egg, all over his head and James was doubled over on the bed laughing.

“Y/n!” James yelled, getting up quickly to hug you. “What’s this? Cookies! Want one Oli?” he asked his brother, shoving the cookie in his mouth.

“Sure, hey Y/n.” he smiled that beautiful smile that killed you inside.


“Wanna film a video with us?” James asked.

“Oh. No. I’m okay. I’ll be downstairs.” You started to turn around but the teen stopped you.

“Wait! I’ll go. You two need to talk about the elephant in the room.”

You both gave him confused a look.

“You know… the fact that you both like each other but are too afraid to admit it” James smiled, leaving the room.

You hoped you weren’t as red as Oli.

“I’m gonna kill him!” he muttered.

“Was he telling the truth?” you asked.


“Good. Because I like you too,” you giggled.

He walked over to you, “Can I kiss you?”

“No!” you squealed, sneaking past him onto his bed.

“Why not?” he asked confused.

“You’re covered in raw egg! Go shower then maybe I’ll reconsider.”

He ran out of the room, the sound of a faucet running hit your ears seconds later. You laughed walking down the stairs to eat more sweets. After Oli came downstairs from his shower, he kissed you. Right in front of James, who, of course, screamed in disgust.

Coercion - 11

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You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?


Day after day passed with no sign of Ashton. Hotch had called in every possible favor he had to get people to keep on eye out for him. Emily did the same, calling her mother, an ambassador, and asking for her to do the same. They had a web of liaisons and affiliates that were to be on the lookout for the ever-elusive Bentley Ashton, but he was nowhere to be found. It had now been two and a half weeks since you’d lost him in Thurso.

Every day was spent in office going over evidence again and again until the paper disintegrated underneath your fingertips, the oils from your sweat eating away at the reports and maps. And every day ended the same. Nothing new to be found. He hadn’t popped up in any of his former homes and nothing had been purchased in his name as of late. Spencer had even run the possibility of anagrammed names, but nothing showed up. A few days ago, you had suggested that Garcia run the names of his bodyguards to see if anything had shown up in their names and nothing.

As one day bled into the next, you were losing hope. Thankfully, you had Emily, Garcia, Rossi and Hotch at least willing to listen to you, but you were afraid, without Bentley Ashton behind bars or dead, that there was no way they, or anyone else, could ever fully trust you again. In order for that to happen, you had to catch Ashton. Otherwise you were sure you would never be able to rebuilt the life you’d always wanted, and instead have to start up a new one…again. 

Once again, Hotch dismissed you all at the end of the day, telling you to go home and get some sleep so you could start fresh in the morning. No one said a word as you stood up, all too tired and frustrated to say much of anything. When everyone had stepped out of the room, you hanged your head in your hands, unable to scream, unable to cry, unable to truly do anything. You were just a ball of pure frustration. “Y/N,” Hotch said softly, opening the door to the round table room. “Go home. Get some sleep.”

You glanced up from your hands, unable to say anything to him. All you could do was give him a small nod of your head. Nothing was said to anyone as you left the round table room, gathered your things and headed down to the parking garage to drive home. Emily gave you a small smile that said ‘keep your head up’ as she passed. You saw Morgan too, but he didn’t see you. If he did, he was still ignoring you. 

On autopilot, you drove back to your apartment and pulled on some pajamas before grabbing a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream and sitting on the couch to drown your sorrows in something funny. Even if you could get a tiny chuckle out of some movie or TV show, it would be better than nothing.

After nearly half a pint of ice cream had been downed, you were startled out of your ice cream-induced haze by a knock at the door. Your body jumped as if a gun had been shot right next to your ear. Goddammit. “Who is it?” you asked flatly, getting up from the couch and walking to the door to peek out the glass hole and see who was there. It was Spencer. Why was Spencer here? Was he coming to yell at you? Honestly, you weren’t sure if you had it in you.

Slowly, you opened the door, your muscles so heavy that even the act of pulling the door open was exhausting. “Spencer, what are you doing here?” When you caught his gaze, you were surprised at the amount of emotions that could be portrayed on one face at the same time. On the surface, he looked dead, not physically, but his face was drawn and tired, more so than everyone else’s, except possibly yours and JJ’s. Behind his eyes, you saw pity. Despite everything, you knew he felt for your past; he just wasn’t sure about the present. In a flash, you also saw a hint of hatred for nearly taking his best friend away. When he said nothing, you decided just to invite him in.

Even though you hadn’t spoken more than 100 words in the past few weeks, and even though you weren’t sure if he hated every fiber of your being, and even though you were pretty positive he’d never trust or love you again, you wanted to be near him, for as long as he would allow. He had been one of the few good men in your life, and you wanted to keep him close for as long as you could.

For a moment or two, the silence hung in the air, stifling you just so as you walked back toward the couch, but he finally cut the tension. “I just…I had to say some things…” he started, rubbing the back of his head like he didn’t know where to begin. “There were so many things…I’ve been running through them, trying to sort my thoughts out for weeks, and yet I can’t find out where the hell to begin now.” He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to leave after nearly three weeks of hell. “Why?” It was all he could muster.

That was a loaded question. “Why what, Spencer? There are a whole lot of answers I could give.” You had quite a few questions yourself, to the universe, to God – if he actually existed, which given your life you weren’t so sure.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice cracking as the water began to fill his eyes.

Again, about what? Your life was a constant barrage of scenarios you kept hidden for one reason or another. “About Ashton? About my past?”

“All of it,” he said slightly more steadily than a moment ago.

“Well, Ashton is simple. He has all of the money at his disposal. He said I had to do this, or he’d tell everyone about my past, which would’ve been bad enough, but he ensured that I wouldn’t do anything, because he threatened me with you.”

You’d told the entire team this. The night you tried to commit suicide barely a month earlier. But Spencer wanted to hear it from you now. “What did he say? Exactly.”

Closing your eyes, you transported yourself back to that day – the day you’d been approached by the man that would change the course of your life for the umpteenth time. As he spoke, the iciness of his voice crept up your spine. His abnormally white teeth glistened in the darkness. “He said, over the next few years, I will give you instructions on how to kill a member of your new team. I say years because this needs to look convincing. If you do it, at the end, I will allow you to destroy every piece of information I have on you. If you don’t, I will release everything I know about you out into the world…” That would’ve been bad enough. “And if you tell them of my plans, I’ll have him killed.”

His eyes darted between you and the floor. He looked so confused. “I couldn’t be sure if he really could have you killed, but he knew I wouldn’t take that risk, because you were the one person I allowed into my heart after all that I’d been through. I couldn’t lose you.”

“But…” he said, his throat going dry as he tried to speak, “But you could lose JJ? 

As the tears welled up in your own eyes, you clutched your hand tighter on the collar of your pajama top. “I love all of you. I still do and I always will, whether you feel the same or not, but someone put me in a position where I had to choose. And I chose you.” Were you a horrible person because you’d chosen one over the safety of all?

Again, the silence hung between you for longer than you wanted. The seconds stretched into hours. You had to fill it. “Spencer, I can’t imagine what could be going on in your brain right now. How you feel about me. What I’ve done. Where I’ve been. The things I’ve been put through. And I know you probably hate me and will for the rest of my life, but I need you to look at me when I saw I never wanted to hurt JJ. I love her.”

“I don’t hate you,” he said under his breath. It was almost as if he needed to say it but didn’t actually want you to hear it. “I love you…and I don’t know how to feel about that. I feel like I shouldn’t, but I do.”

You slapped your hand to your mouth in an effort to silence the sobs that started to rack your body. He still loved you. After everything. That was something. “And I don’t judge you for your past. You had no control…I just wish you would’ve told me. Trusted me. 

“Spencer…” you started, wanting to ease his pain while still working through your own, “When you come from where I came from, where day in and day out you had someone, people, claiming you had one use in the world, and it was on your knees, you don’t immediately go back to trusting people. If you ever do. Even when you know people love you. I’ve been working on trust for nearly 20 years, and I was just starting to get there…And then Ashton took that away from me. 

Spencer reached across the small space between you and gently grabbed your hand. “I’m sorry. For what you went through. I’m not saying I can’t ever trust you again, but…I need time…and I can’t make any guarantees.”

Looking down, you rubbed the back of his palm with your forefinger, grateful for the feather light touch. “I understand…” You wanted to say something more, but the emotions were rising in your throat.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said, the right corner of his lip curling up just ever so slightly. “But I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” He turned to leave, his soft touch slipping out of your grasp. All you could muster was a nod before you closed the door behind him. The second you heard his footsteps descend the staircase, you released your hand from over your mouth and cried out, stepping back into the door and sliding down onto the floor.

There was hope. So why did you feel hopeless?

Every time you’d felt hope in your life before, it had been taken away, whether in the immediate, or 20 years down the line, it always happened. Sometimes hope wasn’t the savior everyone thought it to be. Sometimes hope was a murderer. Having that hope, only to have it taken away again and again – it was a paralyzing feeling you wouldn’t have wished on anyone.

For what felt like the umpteenth time in three weeks, you cried yourself into exhaustion against the tear-stained wood of the door.

As you walked into work the next morning, your muscles strained from sleeping on the floor, you made it a point to seek out JJ. Of all of the people on the team, you expected she’d never forgive you, but you needed to say some things. “Hey,” you said softly as she exited the bathroom at work. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure, Y/N,” she said. “What is it?”

“Umm,” you replied. You had actually expected her to say no and walk away. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute. What did you say to someone you’d nearly killed? There was really nothing that could erase what happened, so instead of trying to think of something profound and moving, you just looked up at her, her blue eyes shining back at you, and tried to impress upon her exactly how you felt. “I need you to know how sorry I am,” you started. “You’re an amazing profiler, so I hope you can see in my eyes that I never wanted to hurt you. I chose Spencer over the team and I’m sorry for that. I can’t take it back. I can’t erase what’s happened in my past, immediate or otherwise, but I’ve never been lower than the moment I thought I killed you. There’s probably nothing I can say that will ever get you to forgive me. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame you. But I did need to say that. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

You turned to leave, your heart lighter but your mind much heavier, when JJ called after you. “Y/N?” 

Preparing for an onslaught, you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I believe you. I don’t think you actually wanted to hurt me. I know you felt like you had no other choice, and I honestly don’t know what I would have done in your case…Actually, I know exactly what I would’ve done. If someone had given me the same set of circumstances and said it was Henry or Michael or Will, or the team, I would’ve chosen my kids in a heartbeat and hated myself for it. I just never expected that any one of us would be in that situation. I know I don’t trust you right now…but I am trying to work on it. I do blame you, but I blame him more. I just want you to know that I may not trust you yet, but I don’t hate you.” 

“Thanks, JJ,” you replied, feeling undeserving of the people around you. “Take whatever time you need to trust me again. I hope we can get there one day.” Just as Spencer had done the night before, you reached across the space between you and gently squeezed her hand, only to be brought out of the moment by Derek. 

“What are you doing?” he asked angrily. Everyone on this team was protective of everyone else, but Derek was by far the most protective of the ones he loved. 

Instead of snapping back at him, you just spoke meekly as you walked away. “I was just apologizing to JJ,” you said. “Trying to make amends. 

You felt the heat of Derek’s anger at your back as you walked to the round table room. When you stepped in, Spencer actually made eye contact with you. It felt like progress, but you still sat on the other side of the room, away from everyone.

Staring at the map in the front of you, you went through everything Ashton ever said to you for the 1000th time. “We need to find a way to narrow this done,” you said out loud. What was most important to Ashton? Other than revenge?  Suddenly, a thought popped into your mind. “Garcia, which of Ashton’s properties cost the most, either when he bought it, or it’s value now? 

It was actually a fairly simple answer, so she pulled up the property values in a matter of seconds. “What are you thinking?” Hotch asked, his voice warmer than it had been in weeks. You were starting to think you might just earn their trust again.

“When we met, he made a comment about the house I walked into being less than he was used to. Even more than family, money was what he cared about. My theory is that even family came second to his money. That’s what it was all about for him. So, if that’s the case, then it would make sense that he would retreat to his most expensive property because that’s the one that would remind him most of his old life. Money is all he cares about.”

Garcia’s eyes widened. Though she wasn’t a profiler, she thought that made sense too. “His most expensive property when he bought it and now is the apartment in Hong Kong.”

“That’s where we should concentrate then,” you said. “Our Hong Kong contacts are the ones we need to focus on. 

With renewed determination, everyone retreated to their desks to call in every favor they could in Hong Kong. If luck was on their side, then maybe someone would spot him there soon.

The next day, they finally got a break. “I’ve got something,” Emily said, turning around from her desk as she slammed her phone down. Quickly, everyone gathered near her desk. “My mom has a contact that travels in and out of Hong Kong constantly.  He said he saw a man that looked like Ashton arriving at Hong Kong International two days ago. He looked a little bit different, said his hair was dyed completely black, glossed back, and he was slightly less tanned, but he said he was sure it was him.”

“What makes him so sure?” you asked. You were too close to be disappointed a second time.

“His unnaturally-white smile.”

“Wheels up,” Hotch said. “Let’s go get this bastard.”

to: @canadianplatonics from: @balletfever89

Merry Christmas!!! 

I know you were expecting a video or an edit from me BUT I wanted to show you how you also inspire me to push myself. This is my first, ever, published one shot fic and I wanted to dedicate it to you. Because you have been a great friend, always so helpful when I need it and always supportive. It does not live up to your level of writing but I hope it is at least enjoyable and that it makes you laugh a little.

with much love, Ale

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i’m done with the finale! i also personally love the dragon pit scene when they were being a bit flirty with each other. jon is taking control now, he knows what he wants and there’s nothing that will hold him back. boatsex lived up to the hype (i did want jon’s curls and dany’s hair down but whatever it’s still beautiful) and really romantic.  TT_TT jamie and brienne better spend some time together before it all ends. and i love how the stark siblings took littlefinger’s sorry ass down, finally. it’s gonna be a long year or two. 

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BTS reaction: you are younger than they thought

Thank you for requesting, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to get it done xx

Jin: I think he would be very taken aback. He had thought you were at most 5 years younger than him, when in reality you were 8 years younger. He would try to get rid of his feelings for you. He would feel very wrong for liking someone that young. He’s over 20, and you were underage. It would feel too wrong for him to act on it.

Originally posted by hugtae

Suga: His first reaction would be to be surprised. He was not surprised in the sense that he had been wrong about you age, because he knew that he could be wrong. But that you were so much younger than he thought was a bit of a shock. But once he got over that, there wouldn’t be much of a change. He’s said that he doesn’t care that much about age, so he would still go for it. But he would maybe wait a while before getting too intimate. You were underage, after all.

Originally posted by sugagifs

J-Hope: He would be very conflicted. On one hand, he really liked you, but on the other he might make you uncomfortable. He would take some time to think about it, but probably decide that he could at least try. You were very mature, after all, and six years isn’t that much when you think about it. He would confess to you, and if you liked him back and were okay with it, he would go for it.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Rap Monster: He would try to think of the best way to go about it, and try to figure out if you like him back before even starting to consider having a relationship with you despite you age. If you didn’t like him back, he would immediately back off. You didn’t like him, and were six years younger, so what was the point? But if you did like him, he would maybe try some light flirting to see if you seem uncomfortable. He would think about it over and over, before simply confessing to you and try to talk about it, to know how you feel about the whole thing before deciding anything.

Originally posted by 8779

Jimin: He would try to flirt with you, and if he thought you seemed uncomfortable, he would go back to admiring you from afar. If you seemed to be okay with it, he would definitely go for it. Right now, it might seem like five years is a lot, but he also knew that if you were older, it wouldn’t seem like any difference at all. And besides, you were very mature, it wouldn’t feel weird at all. 

Originally posted by parkjiminz

V: Oh, he would go for it, alright. Five years weren’t that much, and he doesn’t seem like the type to care about age that much. Also, he was a bit childish, while you were mature so he would reason that it would be like you were the same age. He would be very sweet towards you, and maybe flirt a tiny bit, to see if chances were that you would react positively. If you did, he would confess right there and then.

Originally posted by hugtae

Jungkook: He’s only three years older than you, so he would not care about how much younger you were, as there is practically no difference. But, both him and the rest of the members all agree that he would probably prefer a noona, so he wouldn’t really know if he wanted to go for it or not, just because of the fact that you are younger. But, if his feelings were strong enough, and it wasn’t one of those crushes that will be over in a month, he would go for it. The age gap is so small, that it’s almost not worth mentioning. It would almost seem like you’re the older one in the relationship at times anyways. And, I think that he would actually love to be the older one for once, and get to show off his manly side.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned