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Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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Song of Themyscira | Five

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 1317

Warnings: None (yet)

A/N: Update! I know it’s a slow burn with these chapters, but the build up is definitely worth it… (: || SoT masterlist

Originally posted by rohgers

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Title: Make You Hate Me

Request:  can i get a angsty, heartbreaking, gut wrenching imagine about how you did everything you possibly could to make it seem like you cheated, fell out of love and got pregnant by some other guy so that jamie benn he could hate you but the only reason why you did that was because you were pregnant with jamie’s child and he had expressed one night that he wasn’t ready for a baby yet so that’s why you left him?

Author’s Note: I LOVED writing this imagine. I would for sure be open to write a second part of this if y’all wanted to see it continue. Let me know. :)

Other Parts: (Part Two) and (Part Three)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

The positive pregnancy test fell from your fingers and into the sink, clattering when it hit the basin. There was a chance it could be a false positive you told yourself. No, you realized as you took a deep breath, it wasn’t. The other 3 tests sitting on the counter were all positive, too.

You swallowed hard as tears welled in your eyes. This should be a happy time; you should be elated, you should be looking forward to telling Jamie he was going to be a father, decorating a nursery, buying adorable clothes, raising a baby with the man of your dreams. Unfortunately, the only feeling that plagued your mind was dread.

Your hand fell to your stomach, imagining the tiny grouping of cells that were soon to be your baby. A baby. Allowing a small smile to play briefly on your lips was a mistake; remembering the conversation you and Jamie had had two months ago. Tears spilled onto your cheeks as you thought about his words, sobs shaking you to the core.

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Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”


“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

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“Girlfriend, huh?”

Sirius Black x reader



Hi if you’re still doing requests can you do a super fluffy Sirius x reader where the reader was in a Quidditch match and something happens and they fall of their broom and Sirius gets super overprotective and insists on carrying the reader to the hospital wing? Thanks 😄

You had loved qudditch ever since you first heard about it, and so of course, as soon as you were able to, you tried out for the team. You had made it as chaser for the Ravenclaw team, and you were positively trilled. You had to admit that with a famous quidditch player for a dad, you weren’t half bad, Especially not since he had spent the first years of your life, until you were old enough to start playing, talking about how great it was. So when you actually got to start playing, you were determined to be great. Now, in your sixth year, you were the captain of the Ravenclaw team and the top scorer. Yet somehow your best friend still felt the need to baby you about quidditch.

It was the last game of the season, and your team was better than ever. This would be your chance to show everyone that a girl could be the captain and the team could still win. In fact, Ravenclaw hadn’t gotten this far in the cup in years, and most people were actually cheering on there being a female captain. Except for the one person who were really against it, and that person just happened to be the Slytherin beater. A really big, seventh year, Slytherin beater. Who hated you guts more than anything.

But as you watched your team get ready, you were confident that you would win.


The feeling of wind blowing into your faces as you stepped onto the field, gave you a bad feeling. The weather was far from perfect and you worried that it would affect Ravenclaw’s chance to win. But you couldn’t let that show.

Walking across the field to shake hands with the Slytherin captain, you forced a smug look onto your face. There was no chance in hell you’d let them know you were nervous.

The game soon began and you instantly felt less nervous, your team never seized to amaze you. Your other chasers worked so well with you, and not long after the match begun, you had already scored.

The game continued as normal, but everyone could see the Slytherins get more and more frustrated, as Ravenclaw was far ahead of them point wise. The score was ninety to thirty and half of your team’s goals had been scored by you, you really were on fire today. And one Slytherin beater didn’t like that one bit.

You flew through the air maneuvering your broom to fly between the Slytherin chasers, then one of the other chaser’s on your team threw the quaffle to you. Heading towards the goals you raised your arm to shoot…

You heard the crunch of bone breaking before you even felt the pain, sadly for you, that didn’t last long. The pain was so intense that you lost grip on your broom, and then your body was headed straight towards the ground.

The painful thud as you hit the grass was barely audible as all you heard were shocked gaps, and someone shouting “move the hell over”“.

God, why did your Sirius have to be so protective.

In mere seconds he was at your side, looking worried as ever. You tried to tell him that you were fine, but it did not calm him down one bit. "Bloody hell, love, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a scratch” you said through clenched teeth, knowing your arm must be broken in several places. This wasn’t your first quidditch accident, but it was the most painful one.

Madame Hooch’s voice drowned out what Sirius was going to say; “You must go to the hospital wing right this second, young lady!”

You once again tried to tell her that you were fine and could continue playing, but she would have none of it. Your little discussion was interrupted by a very angry voice. You hadn’t even noticed Sirius slipping away.

He was standing a few feet away with his wand in his hand, ready to hex the beater who had hit you; “How dare you?”

“All is fair in quditch” he simply responded with a slimy smirk.

“No, it’’s not. That’s my girlfriend you bloody git!” Sirius screamed at him, looking about ready to punch him in the face.

Even though you were in a lot of pain, you still felt butterflies in your stomach when he called you his girlfriend. Yes, you had been dating for a few months, but you had yet to put a label on it. You did not have much time to think about it, seeing as a teacher was telling Sirius off and he was walking back to you.

“I’ll carry you to the hospital wing, come on” he said, getting ready to pick you up.

“You don’t have to, I’m fine. I can walk” you insisted, not wanting this to be a big deal.

“Your not fine, your arm is bloody broken. Just let me carry you.” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, Sirius. I can walk” you were getting annoyed at this point, and tried pushing yourself up, but you winced as soon as you moved your arm. Yep, definitely broken,

“Merlin’s beard, woman. Just let me carry you to the damn hospital wing. Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn? I can see that your in pain so let’s get going”

At this point you couldn’t agree anymore, so you just let him pick you up. Your cradled your arm to your chest, not wanting it to get any worse. Seeing this, a frown found it’s way onto Sirius’ face; he hated you being in pain.

In the hospital wing you were gushed over by the nurse, she mumbled curses at the sport, wondering why it was allowed for children. You were ordered to drink a few disgusting potions, and to stay the night in there, but you would be alright in a few days.

Sirius had stayed there with you the whole time, holding your other hand and looking mighty worried. When all the check ups were done, he sat down next to your bed. You couldn’t help but smirk and question;

“Girlfriend, huh?”

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r e w i n d

prompt ;; CS + back in time adventure. Or y'know… the one in which going back to the Beanstalk to retrieve their very own ‘magic little baby tree’ becomes a family affair of sorts. CS future family fluff <3 (( AO3 )) 

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“It would appear we’re back…”

Emma grunts. No, no, she doesn’t especially want to be back. Not really. She knows they have to; it isn’t an accident this time that they are back, but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it right?

She pouts, touching at the spot on her head that hurts the most. There’s no doubt there’s going to be some notable bruising in the morning. 

Killian’s landing isn’t any more glamorous than hers was; he’s sprawled on the soft, muddy grass just a few feet away, looking over.

Emma manages to sit on her butt and looks at him as he rises to his feet. “You all right there, Swan?”

Emma nods, although ‘all right’ may not really cover how she’s feeling right now.

It takes them both a full moment to make sense of everything —when it finally hits them though, Killian’s face falls and he runs a hand over his face.


Emma looks around them frantically but it’s plenty clear their kid landed elsewhere.

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This is a lot but basically it’s come to my attention through sharing my story that this guy is a serial emotional abuser and manipulator. I had been talking to him as a friend for a couple months & then met up with him when I was out in Cali for a 3 day trip. He’s almost 10 years older than me and he really went out of his way to try and show how mature he was by planning everything when it came to hotels & rental cars because I had never really booked either on my own, he downright INSISTED, saying he “wanted to see me happy” saying over and over again how he loves doing these things for me and that it’s no trouble at all despite my thanking him many times. I paid him my half for everything, I paid for my room, my flight, I paid my half for the rental car, my food, a few times his. without even telling me the day before our trip he went and switched the days for our hotel & had to pay an extra hundred, which I had no idea about until we met up. We also had to switch rental car services because his card was declined, again, everything he said he was going to take care of. From the beginning he was very intense & almost hanging off of me, there were a few times where I had to physically move his hands off of me, even when I was driving. He hardly made any of his own conversation other than laughing at all of my jokes & staring at my chest. I was finding him a little boring & thirsty but I thought he was nice so I was still with it. He had a meltdown on our second date cause he left his luggage in our previous hotel, he became despondent and wouldn’t call the hotel and couldn’t understand the idea of having to drive back so I called them, drove roughly 60 miles total in a car that I wasn’t registered to, to try & deal with the situation. That entire day was squandered trying to cheer him up and motivate him to use the little time I had there productively. Next day I met up with a friend in Disneyland and he was barely present & apparently got angry that I took time away from him to text a friend of mine. I hadn’t been able to meet up with friends prior to that because he very much wanted that time with me so I gave it to him willingly, but it wasn’t enough for him. All in all he was very needy and self interested from the beginning & super possessive & my gut told me let’s just be friends, which he said he was cool with prior to the trip. Well he immediately deleted me, proceeded to write passive aggressive shit about me instead of just taking the L, & then I told him very plainly that I don’t wish to be friends either. I blocked/deleted him off everything but he proceeded to then text my phone & ultimately send me this seething email basically calling me poor, saying he went to law school so he had money to spend whereas I didn’t, & I was ungrateful for a $20 Mickey Mouse ring he bought me that I never asked for & he was mad that I didn’t pay him extra for his fuckups, lying and saying I didn’t pay for shit when I paid for sushi and he paid for my $6 inn-n-out burger. If you’re really so rich & well off cause you went to law school (but you’re not a lawyer) why are you sweating a $20 ring & a $100 cancellation fee? In the email he also shamed me for taking antidepressants saying I of all people should be sympathetic towards him. He claimed i couldn’t function without weed that he went out of his way to get from a friend for free entirely on his own, whom I even offered to give money for, but again he just “wanted to do something nice for me”, yet here clearly we see every “nice” thing had a cost because the minute you are not feeling it he will emotionally abuse you and manipulate every seemingly nice thing he did for you as a way for you to feel ungrateful and to villainize you. Well, since I shared this on Facebook multiple women have come forward citing similar stories of harassment and abuse, all when nothing romantic/sexual is wanting to be pursued. This is some deep emotionally abusive entitled shit & i’m not about to stay silent because he threatened me to. Fuck this asshole & the women he’s exhausted and berated over YEARS.

PLEASE share this & If you’re in the Philly/Seattle/PDX area please do not engage with Nnamdi Ezeife (Nnamdi Bawsism on Facebook, “comethroughitslit” on Instagram, “constant-ringing” on Tumblr) he has been targeting plus size bloggers/models/performers and other women in the community & making it very unsafe and toxic & causing a lot of emotional distress all around.
Are we there yet?

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Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Light smut (all PG13), swearing, fluff

AN: Because sometimes I just need me some fluffy Bellamy Blake. 

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“How much further?” you moaned dragging your feet through the undergrowth, they ached already and you were fairly certain that you were in the process of rubbing the world’s largest blister on your heel. “Seriously Blake, come on, where are we going?”

Bellamy threw an annoyed stare over his shoulder at you. “Are you actually going to moan the whole way?”

“Until you tell me where we’re going then yeah” you groused pushing at tree branches that seemed determined to get in your way. “I’m going to moan”

“We’re nearly there now anyhow”

“You said that 30 minutes ago” he chose to ignore this statement continuing to walk at a pace that was just the wrong side of comfortable for you. His longer legs eating up much more space than yours did. His height in general was kind of annoying you it meant that all the shoulder high branches he pushed out of the way snapped back right in your face.

After walking for another 10 minutes and having yet more branches snapping in your face you’d had enough. Planting your feet in place you whistled loudly at him. “I am not moving another inch until you tell me what the hell is going on Blake”

He’d stopped a few feet in front of you turning to face you. “Can you not just leave it as a surprise?”

“I hate surprises you know that” crossing your arms over your chest you glared at him “the last time someone tried to surprise me I ended up drinking Monty’s moonshine and then laying out in Abby’s sick bay for a week puking my guts up. So yeah, surprises are bad”

“That was different”

“Listen to me very carefully Blake. I am not moving one more step until you tell me where the hell we’re going”

“Ok” Bellamy seemed to be considering you carefully, then making up his mind he came forwards and threw you over his shoulder.

“Bellamy!” You shouted gripping tightly to the back of his coat trying to steady yourself on his wide shoulder “What the hell are you doing?”

“You said you weren’t moving” he offered reasonably “so I’m moving you” his voice made it sound like he often carted people around on his shoulder, a regular occurrence no less.

“Put me down” you insisted. “Right now”

“You going to walk?”


“Then you’re staying up there” his shoulder jolted into your stomach as he hopped over a higher tree root.

“Bellamy seriously, I’m too heavy. Put me down”

He didn’t even bother to answer you this time simply walking deeper and deeper into the forest. It turned out that it only took him about another 5 minutes to get to wherever he’d obviously wanted to go.

To you though balanced over his shoulder it felt like forever. Apart from the general uncomfortableness of being handled like an old carpet you’d also found that this height put you at a very good angle to admire his backside. Not that that was usually a problem but the more you hung out at eye level with it the more you just wanted to bite him.

So when he stopped, putting your feet back on the ground it took you a minute to re-orientate.

“Y/N you alright?”

“I was, until someone decided to throw me over his shoulder” you muttered “now I just feel vaguely nauseous”

Bellamy was smiling at you in a way that you knew meant he just thought your cranky sarcasm was cute. It didn’t make you feel any better. “You better explain yourself quickly Blake or me and you are going to have a problem”

He pointed over your shoulder “turn around and look”

You really didn’t want to because guessing by the look on his face you soon weren’t going to be angry with him anymore. His cocky smirk made you think that whatever it was that was behind you, you were going to really enjoy looking at.

“Come on Y/N, turn around”

“Alright, alright” you muttered turning slowly.

Yup you hated him, he was totally right because your mouth was falling open and the small nerdy part of you that you’d had to silence since coming down to Earth sat up quickly cheering and waving their history geek pom-poms in glee.

“Oh my god” you wandered up to the giant statue bursting from the ground in awe. It was made of stone and was starting to weather with age and radiation but the face was recognisable from your old Earth history lessons as being one of the varying presidents of the old United States. “Bellamy how did you find this?”

“A group of scouts noted it on a sweep a few days ago. I thought you might like to see it”

Slowly you ran your hand over the curve stone of the president’s shoulder. “It’s beautiful”

“Still feel nauseous?”

“You know I don’t” you couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry at him anymore, he’d brought you here because he knew you’d been having a hard time in the newly formed Arkadia.

Ever since you’d all been rescued from the mountain you’d been having nightmares, sounds of drills and screaming ringing in your ears as you flinched at the memories of pain and terror.

Bellamy knew, he couldn’t fail to have noticed that you woke at night sweating and gasping for breath or that you refused to even try and go to sleep, to scared of what you might see when you closed your eyes. Instead he often wake and find you not in bed but instead sat in the only chair in your room, legs pulled up to your chin as you stared at seemingly nothing, waiting for the dawn to come once more and banish your nightmares away.

“Thank you” you muttered as he came up behind you once more wrapping his arms around your waist so you could lean back against his chest. “For dealing with me”

“I don’t deal with you” Bellamy said into your ear tightening his grip on you. “We put up with each other” you turned in his arms raising one eyebrow at his statement. “We both have baggage Y/N, we’ve got demons that haunt us but else we have is each other. You know that right? That no matter what happens I’m always going to be on your side”

“I know” you wrapped your own arms around his waist resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry I was grumpy earlier”

He kissed the top of your head “baby you’re always grumpy, it’s if you weren’t that I’d worry”

“I resent that”

“I know” he pushed you back from his body smiling as he leant down and kissed your mouth, lips lingering against your own for a moment longer than a kiss strictly needed. “We have an hour before we need to be back”

“Really? And what exactly were you thinking of spending it doing?” you smiled at the sudden lecherous look on his face as he waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Well I was rather hoping to do you”

You did laugh at that one. “Nice line, smooth”

“Did it work?”

“I think I’m a fairly done deal”

Bellamy leant his mouth back down to your own, between suddenly frantic kisses you heard his whispered ‘I love you’ and you managed to whisper it back to him as he rolled you both to the forest floor.

Halcyon! Ong Seongwoo

Halcyon -  denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful

Genre: Slight Angst  the type where it hurts your heart a tiny bit.

Prologue: Letters from a Longtime Friend  ♡

“Here mom, I got the mail!” 
“Thanks, can you put them on the table?”
“Okay! I’m going to go to the park with dad!”
“Okay, make sure you two don’t get lost on the way there~”

You looked the pile of mail and noticed the tinted blue letter on the bottom. You reached for it and pulled it out to only be greeted with the same handwriting you noticed from the past.

‘Oh, it’s been a while.’

You were 16 when you saw him, you were looking out the window that specific morning and noticed him getting caught by the dean who always made the late kids run around the track. He was running beautifully, with his perfect form and use of legs to put a decent distance between him and the other kids. Before long, he was already done with his run and bowed to the dean before heading to class.
“Hello Mr. Ong, it’s nice to know you made it to the first day of class.” Teacher Lee stated as he motioned the bowing Seongwoo to his seat, which was next to yours.
“Sorry, I had to bring my niece to her daycare.”
“Yes yes, now please open up your textbook.”

He leaned over to you, “I’m sorry, can we share your book…I forgot mine.”

You blushed at the sudden eye contact, his eyes seemed like the stars were residing in them when it wasn’t night time, and nodded, “Sure, we’re right here.” You pointed to the middle of the page.
He flashed you a grin, “Thanks.”

“Hey Seongwoo, that’s my seat.” You shook the sleeping boy as he opened his eyes, rubbing them and yawning in the process.
“Oh- my bad, I was looking out the window and I must have knocked out.”
You laughed a little before giving him a water bottle, taking the seat in front of him. Jaehwan won’t mind if he doesn’t know.
“Thanks,” he opened the water bottle and continued to look out the window, “So this is where you saw me huh?” He glanced at you.
“W-what how did you know?” You managed to stutter before grabbing the water bottle from his hand and drink from it.
“I saw you.” He laughed. “You kept staring at me while I run, I thought you were a stalker.”

You punched him, “I’m far from a stalker Ong, I’m your best friend.” You rolled your eyes and looked out the same window.
It was silent for a while, until “We just had an indirect kiss y/n.” He snickered as you turned red.

A couple days later it was sports day and Seongwoo was participating on the 100-meter dash and the 200-meter dash. Of course, it was class against class, Mr. Lee’s class were colored blue while the Ms. Park’s were colored red.
“Go blue! Go! Go, Ong! Go!”
Daniel, who was also participating, pouted and said, “Hey, y/n cheer for me also!”
“But you’re not in my team Daniel!”

Jisung, who heard the exchange, yelled, “Yah! Kang Daniel! Want me to cheer you on!” and began cheerleading pulling Sungwoon with him, who happily showed off his moves.
“Ew! No, thank you!”

They were interrupted when the teacher said to get in position. When they fired the gun, everyone was cheering. Daniel and Seongwoo were head to head.  You were hoping for Seongwoo, but Daniel outran him and won the race. The red team was cheering, while the blue team was crying in defeat. You went to Seongwoo and laid down next to him.
“Don’t worry Ong Seongwoo, there’s still one more race.”
“There’s no use in living anymore.”
Seongwoo was extremely competitive. Especially around Daniel. They would always compete on test scores, ranking, and athletic abilities. But they were still best friends. Daniel came up to you guys and started rolling on you guys.
“Yah! Kang Daniel! Stop It! You’re heavy!”
Seongwoo got up and said, “Kang Daniel! It was a good match, but I bet you won’t outrun me in the next race!” and then ran away.
“Yeah right!” and started to run after him.
You yelled, “Yah! Wait for me, Ong Seongwoo! Kang Daniel!”

“Class! As many of you know, we have final exams soon, please make sure to get a good score and help set my reputation as the best teacher on this campus.”
“But Teacher Lee, Ms. Park’s class had the better exam scores last year!” Jaehwan shouted.
“Yes! That’s why we must beat her class!! Now study or you’re going to miss the fun of the summer!”
The whole class groaned, “Boooooo!!!” 
“Hey y/n, let’s have a study group!”
“Okay! Let’s invite Jaehwan as well~”
“No- wait let’s just study together.”
Seongwoo quickly grabbed your hand which was about to poke Jaehwan in front of you.
Jaehwan turned back anyways, “Okay y/n~ Let’s study~”
You laughed as Jaehwan smirked at Seongwoo’s glare.

Your class was able to get the better percentage this year, resulting to Mr. Lee cheering and treating everyone to dinner including Ms. Park’s class.
“y/n! Come sit with us!” Minhyun patted the seat between him and Seongwoo.
“Okay.” You sat down and smiled at Daniel who was seated across from you.
“Guys, I think Mr. Lee likes Ms. Park,” JIsung whispered towards the group as he stacked meat onto your bowl.
“Yea it’s pretty obvious Jisung.” Minhyun chuckled as he placed veggies on your plate.
“Guys- I think you’re putting too much food for y/n,” Daniel stated as he took one of your meat, which Jisung glared but gave Daniel more meat. 
“Nah, y/n eats a lot. Like the yesterday we went to eat udon and she finished 3-” You slapped you hand over his mouth.
“Ong Seongwoo, what were you going to say?” You eyed him, as he shook his head ‘nothing, I was going to say nothing.’

You let go of your hand.


The last days of high school were approaching, and Ong Seongwoo dropped the fact that he was going aboard.
“Thanks for leaving me, idiot.” You always made sure to say that every single day until he goes.
“Whatever stupid.” Was always his reply.

The group of friends decided to celebrate one last time before Seongwoo leaves, thus having a party at a barbeque place.
“To Seongwoo! For his better life and education in Europe!” Sungwoon toasted as he lifted his glass of cola.
“To Seongwoo!” Everyone else lifted their cups of beverages.
The party was going well, with chit chats everywhere and laughter at stories and recalled memories.
Until you felt someone hugging you, blushing at the sudden contact, “D-daniel? Are you okay? What happened?”
His face was flushed as he looked sleepy.

“Who gave him alcohol??”
“Oh, I forgot to mention his drink contained 48% alcohol-”
“Oh… y/n… you look so beautiful today…”
He was drifting to sleep, but not before you heard him whimper, “…i like you y/n.”
Seongwoo and you exchanged glances before Seongwoo got him off and put Daniel in the corner to sleep in peace.

It wasn’t until the day finally came when you were at the airport crying your eyes out, “t-thank for l-leaving me….eeee IDIOT.” He sighed before pulling you into a hug, “Stupid, I’ll make sure to send you lots of postcards and letters. Now stop crying or else I’m going to cry too.” He dabbed his eye, “and I don’t want to look like an ugly mess when I step out of the airport of England.” He pulled out of the hug and started to walk towards the door for passengers.

‘It’s now or never. Go. You can do this y/n. This chance won’t come again.’

“Seongwoo…” He turned around and you looked into his eyes, how is it possible that those eyes can hold stars, it’s like looking into the night sky. “I like you.”
You saw his eyes widen before they drop into a pained look, “…..I’m sorry y/n…” He walked towards you and gives you one last hug. “I have to go.” He whispers and kisses your forehead as he walked away.

The first postcard came after a week since he’s been gone. It was a beautiful picture of the clock tower and on the back :
“Hey y/n! It’s really cool here!!”

The second one came a month after. It was a small letter with a polaroid of him posing in front of the Eiffel tower.
“Woooahhh, the tower is huge!”

The tinted colored letters and beautiful postcards kept coming, at least 15 per year. How does he get the money-
It was safe to say you had a box full of his mail, pictures, and gifts.

You were 22 when you got the letter that made you stay in your room for 3 days until Daniel convinced you to get out and come with him to a cat cafe. While you were getting ready, Daniel noticed the letter on your kitchen table and read it. Frowning as he looked at the pic of Seongwoo holding hands with another girl.
“Y/n, I think I found the love of my life.”

After that letter, you got less and less mail from Seongwoo. It just decreased year after year.

You were 24 when Daniel decided to step up his game and finally gather the guts to confess to you. You rejected him and told him that you were still in love with Seongwoo, but Daniel insisted that he will wait. As time progressed, you realized Daniel was always there for you and he made you happy when you were saddened, he became your pillar and you began to slowly fall for him.

When you were 27, Daniel proposed. You said yes because hell you were in love with him now. He was perfect. You should have had a camera to take the pictures of his smile that night. Oh hey, you have a phone!!! That night you and Daniel agreed to send Seongwoo the news. Thus you guys took a picture of you and Daniel holding hands and smiling while Daniel kisses your left hand and later printed it out and wrote on the back. “We’re getting married.”

Back to the present! You’re now 32 years old with a 4-year-old who’s currently at the park with Daniel, mostly going to bring you back a melted ice cream cone. You giggle as you already know the conversation between them.

“Daddy! Hurry! Mommy’s ice cream is melting!”
“AHH! Okay! Let’s go go go!”
and they would try to run home.

You looked back at the letter and slowly opened it.

“Hello y/n, it’s been a while. How are you and Daniel doing? I hope your family is doing fine. I’m sorry for not writing for 5 years, I just couldn’t bring myself to write you something to congratulate your wedding. But I did send you guys wrist watches from Europe! Anyway, I want to mention that the point of this letter is because this would be the last I will send to you. I want to thank you, our friendship will forever be a part of my life and I appreciate every moment we spent together. The times we had together made me super happy and I will treasure those moments with my life.
Since this would be the last letter, I’m guessing you would want some answers. When we were at the airport when you confessed to me. I never really got to answer, but I also loved you back then. I just wasn’t able to confess to you even at the end.
During my time in Europe, you were always on my mind. I would send you anything that reminds me of you. And I met her when I was looking at the hats to give to you. I don’t how to explain, but she was just the one for me. I’m sorry.
I wish you and Daniel will forever be happy, I wish your family will continue to blossom, and I wish this letter won’t bring you tears, rather I hope this letter gives you a push to continue your life with me as a memory of the past.

Your long time friend,

Ong Seongwoo

unedited. 2043 words. this one hurt, but hey daniel is here :) 
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Your Savior - 25

I cannot believe that I am posting the 25th chapter of this fic! Thank you all so much for continuing to support this and me by reading, liking, commenting, messaging, and re-blogging! I currently have no plans of stopping this story anytime soon, so hopefully you all plan on continuing to read it!

To those that have been with me since the beginning: thank you for giving me the initial courage to keep writing and for your unwavering dedication to keep reading after all this time. To those that have just jumped on ship or joined along the way, marathon reading chapter after chapter: thank you for giving me hope that the story as a whole is worth pursuing. Everyone: thank you. Just thank you. I love you all.

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Chapter 25


Swearing, Negan being Negan, mentions of past sexual assault

When morning came you were hesitant to get out of bed, unwilling to discuss last night’s conversation with Negan with Matthew. Thankfully though, he seemed perfectly fine to keep pretending that he had been asleep, and you were unwilling to push the issue.

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I Won't Let Go (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I hope, anon, that this is good enough for you 😂 turns out writing imagines around a song is more difficult than I thought but hopefully you like it!
Warnings: drinking, throwing up, Spencer being a fluff 😝
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: imagine based on the song ‘Say You Won’t Let Go’ by James Arthur
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Smutty sub!spencer Imagine…
Spencer was dragged to the bar along by his team, honestly just wanting to go home and curl up with a book but he was already there so why not try to enjoy it.
He didn’t drink, he doesn’t really enjoy it.
Derek even bought him one, but he refused it, making Derek give it to Emily, who downed it in seconds.
He tapped his fingers on the table, bored out of his mind.
He decided to start observing people.
Just by the walk of a man, he could tell he was a rich snob looking for trouble.
Spencer’s eyes wandered across many of causal faces, until one caught his eye.
You sat at the bar, twirling the straw of your drink in your hand with your head propped up by your elbow.
Derek caught him staring and nudged his shoulder a little harder than expected, making Spencer knock over a glass as shards scattered across the floor.
His cheeks flushed red as the noise brought attention to him.
He hesitantly looked back at you, who was now facing him.
He quickly tried gathering the pieces until he saw another pair of hands join him.
He didn’t dare look up to see who it was.
He recognized the same shiny bracelet as the one the stunning girl was wearing at the bar, and it was now inches away from his hand.
He started to feel as if he was being rude, ignoring the kind person helping him pick up the broken glass so he muttered a quiet thanks.
“No problem. Let me buy you another. I’m Y/N.” you said holding your hand out that didn’t have the glass in it.
He finally looked up and met your gaze.
He knew you were pretty, but up close, your were gorgeous.
“S-Spencer. I would like that.” He said taking your hand.
The table consisting of his friends lit up with cheers and whistles as you took his hand.
“What were you having?” You asked as you sat down.
“To be honest I don’t know. My friend bought it for me. I didn’t want it anyways.” He said.
“The… why did you agree I buy you another?” You asked slightly confused.
“Oh I-you don’t have to. I agreed because I… I wanted to talk to you.” He said sheepishly.
You smiled and ordered two gin and tonics.
Throughout the night you and Spencer got to know each other, downing drinks until you lost count.
You even drug him to the dance floor one time but after he insisted that he doesn’t dance you took him back to the bar.
He was taking a lot longer to drink his than you were, but he knew what you were doing so he kept sober.
You started to lean on his shoulder and fluttering your eyes as you grew tired.
Spencer asked for your keys and he took you out to your car, buckling you in before softly closing the door.
He thought where he was going to take you. According to earlier, you were in the bar because of a breakup and you had nowhere else to go, so he decided you should crash at his place.
“Hey I’m going to take you to my place okay? I’ll take you home tomorrow does that sound okay?” He asked.
You nodded and flailed an arm to his shoulder as you squeezed lightly.
“Thank you.” You slurred keeping your gaze on his handsome face for awhile as he drove.
You both arrived at his apartment and when you entered you rushed to the bathroom.
Luckily the door was open so you could tell where it was, or else that could have gone downhill.
You started throwing up immensely into the toilet and Spencer rushed to your side to hold your hair back.
He gently rubbed your back as you puked your guts out until you stopped with a throbbing headache.
“I’m so sorry.” You said humiliated as he still caressed your back.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you okay?” He said gently.
You turned around and smiled at him, sending butterflies to take flight in his stomach.
“Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll take the couch.” He said helping you up and leading you to his bedroom.
You were in too much pain to speak so you just nodded.
He laid you down and pulled the blankets up to your chest.
“Thank you.” You choked out as he stroked your forehead.
He made his way out to the couch and laid down thinking about you.
He knew he felt something for you.
Was it love?
He imagined a future with you.
No, he just met you.
But he imagines making you breakfast in bed, kids running around before he would take them to school because you haven’t gotten up yet.
He thought of kissing you and holding you and telling you he wouldn’t let go.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I am soo in love with your writing! <3 can i request lucio, gabe and jack comforting a s/o who is feeling insecure about their scoliosis? I have scoliosis which causes my body to curve in a S shape, and i also have crossed knees and a few more things because of it. I've lately been really insecure about it and your writing always cheers me up. Thank you so much!!

 I can certainly give it a shot :) I’m glad to help in any way i can


  • Met you online through
  • The three of you were gaming together and talking online
  • Lucio and you kind of hit it off. At one point he asked if you wanted to meet
  • The thought made you nervous. You didn’t feel very comfortable with yourself due to your scoliosis, and thus it made it difficult for you meet people
  • And Lucio seemed like a really sweet guy…surely he wouldn’t want to game or hang out with you if he saw how odd you were
  • But Lucio was very insistent on meeting you
  • Finally you agreed. You felt you knew how it’d go, and already you felt miserable knowing you’d lose a new friend
  • When the two of you meet at a fountain in Numbani, Lucio saw you and waved.
  • You waited for the double take. For him to look at you weirdly. For him to kind of get distant with you as you walked toward him.
  • Instead, he literally glided over and hugged you.
  • “Its awesome to meet you! Your just as pretty as your voice,” Lucio had said with a wink
  • His reaction was totally contradicting everything you had expected. Surely he hadn’t meant that con
  • “Its nice to meet you too. I just wanted to say…I’m sorry if you find yourself disappointed. I know I’m not really that great to look at,” you’d muttered, feeling rather insecure
  • A frown covered his face and Lucio took your hands, bringing your eyes up to meet his
  • “I think you look beautiful, and i’m not saying it to be funny. You don’t look any different to me,” Lucio said quite seriously.
  • For a moment you just stood there dumbfounded, not having expected him to say something like that so wholeheartedly. But then he grabbed your hand and winked, taking you to an arcade. The two of you started hanging out frequently after that till one day he finally asked you out
  • He never once, since that first day, made you feel like less of a person or uncomfortable with yourself


  • Has never commented on your scoliosis before
  • The two of you have been dating for a short period of time
  • He met you through Mercy, a close friend of yours
  • One day you’d gone to the medical bay to seek advice from Mercy, and found him on her table getting stitches in his arms
  • You couldn’t help being impressed that he didn’t so much as flinch by the needle and thread sliding through his skin
  • As you and Mercy chatted while she continued to work on him, at one point you heard Soldier snort at something you said
  • You’d put your hands on your hips, faced him and demanded what was so funny
  • He found your expression rather cute, as was the guts it took to talk to him that way.
  • “I just disagree with what your saying,” he’d said in amusement, which had led to a heated debate between the two of you as you
  • Jack found himself attracted to your wit and smile, especially when he finally put up his hands in defeat
  • You ended up visiting a bit more often, and somehow found the two of you in the same room more and more. At one point you started coming just to see him
  • At one point, Jack asked you out. He didn’t really know how to do so out loud, so when you came by his office, there was a note on the desk for you that read ‘To y/n, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Will you do the honor of going out with me to dinner tomorrow night?”
  • The note stunned you. You hadn’t thought that he could like you back. Few passed you without giving you funny looks, so to think anyone actually wanted to date you…
  • Shyly, you ended up accepting. Jack proudly took you to dinner, and anyone who looked at you any different were met with his fiercest of looks
  • You never felt any different around him, and it didn’t take long before you were going steady


  • A lot of people thought you weren’t capable of much due to your scoliosis
  • They thought that it would stop you from being able to properly complete missions
  • You hated it, hated how they treated you so delicately and made you feel like you can’t do anything because of your scoliosis
  • But then you get moved to Gabriel Reyes team.
  • Not for a second does he treat you like that
  • Its clear he expects you to do as much as you can, to your full extent
  • You can’t help liking how he never looks down on you (metaphorically)
  • Honestly, he’s really nice to talk to as well. You find he listens to your problems or thoughts and doesn’t wave them away, actually engaging in the talk with his opinions but also being mindful of yours
  • You can’t help the crush you grow on him
  • Of course though, you don’t feel like it would world. Gabe’s a strong and confident commander and your…you
  • One day though, when your feeling a bit emotional, you go to his office and go inside.
  • Gabe just kind of looks up at you and gives you a crooked grin. “Hey y/n,” he says.
  • Taking a deep breath, you plan to say something completely different. Instead you blurt, “I just want to thank you for treating me like everyone else and I have a bit of a crush on you but thats okay because being my commander is enough.”
  • This was NOT what you meant to say
  • Gabe just looked amused as he slowly got up and walked around the table, arms crossed. “I see,” he said, moving to stand before you.
  • God, was your face red. But you just wanted him to know how much it meant to you, not being treated lower or differently because of something you had no control of-
  • When his lips met yours, your brain practically short circuited. You stared up at him in shock.
  • “Look, pretty lady, i have a meeting to be at in 5 minutes. So…why don’t we talk about this again tonight, around 7. Perhaps during dinner,” he said with a wink. Without waiting for your response, he left. He was kind of hopeful that you wouldn’t reject him
  • You were just left there, stunned. Had he just…asked you out?
  • Sure enough, he picked you up at 7 and took you out to dinner.
  • The two of you ended up going steady after that, and to your delight, he made you feel like one of the most important women ever to exist
Green Eyed Monster (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine a new girl coming onto your team at the BAU to replace Emily, but Reid and her take a shine to each other and it doesn’t settle well with you…

Warnings: Language, jealousy

Word Count: 1254

Note: Beta’d by my amazing betaaaa @like-a-bag-of-potatoes thank you a million!

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings


It was six months after Emily’s death…You were all still in shock, the whole team. Every mission was more tense, more calculated, more focused. Everyone used extreme caution now. You were all each other’s support but it didn’t seem like enough. Not to mention Strauss breathing down Hotch’s neck all the time, trying to constantly assess all of us. God, you hated that woman. You all had already dealt with so much and she itched to make it ten times worse. Any minute failure on any part of the BAU, and she would be there in a flash to tear the wound and pick at it until it festered and destroyed you. But you were determined to not let that happen. This was your family.

Suddenly, one day, Hotch showed up with a young woman with bright, long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, petite figure. She reminded you a lot of JJ or Seaver. She was any guy’s dream with her cheery disposition.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet the new member to the team, Stacy Reynolds. Stacy, this is the team, I’ll let you all get acquainted,” Hotch informed stiffly as he nodded to everyone then briskly left for his office.

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Til Death Do Us Part Ch. 4

Previous Chapter: 3

Next Chapter: 5

Ahh it’s been while since I posted this story, but I will continue updating and fairly quickly. This chapter is focused on Jinyoung I hope you like it.

Summary: You and JB are arranged to be married. He’s a player and you’re the good girl. Will this marriage kill you or will it become paradise in the end?

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Y/n = Your name

Your age: 20

All GOT7 members are their normal ages

You stared at your form in the mirror, patting out nonexistent wrinkles from your green chiffon shirt. Your hair fell nicely around your face and accentuated the winged liner you donned. The white sandals and dark blue skinny jeans complimented each other well, with a white cross body bag you ready to go.

Jaebum was currently at work, like he always was, but you didn’t complain because it made meeting Jinyoung that much easier.

You locked up the mansion and armed the security system before getting in your car and driving towards Jinyoung’s house.


“You know you remind me of Haha.”

“I, a girl, remind you of a middle aged male comedian?”

Jinyoung laughed at the thought before slinging an arm around your shoulder and completing his thought, “No because his facial expressions are really unique and the faces you make when you think no one is looking are hilarious.”

“Ahh, so you creep on me.” You teased back.

Instead of defending himself Jinyoung pulled up his face mask and pretended to be sneaking about you while still walking through the crowds of people in Hongdae.

You and Jinyoung had a great time walking and enjoying each other’s company. You even visited one of those animal cafes that everyone was raving about. This one was littered with kittens. It was by far the cutest thing you had ever seen in your life and you got great pictures of the kittens climbing on top of Jinyoung.

“Hey, let’s take a selfie with them.”

You sat down a little way away from Jinyoung with a Scottish fold kitten in your lap and began to position your phone for the picture, “Okay, one, two, three.”

Right before you clicked the button, Jinyoung tilted his head and threw an arm around your waist to pull you closer. On the inside, you were burning up, but on the outside, you faked annoyance with him for almost ruining the picture.

“You could’ve ruined the picture you meanie, and we look like a couple now.”

Jinyoung smiled and grabbed your phone to send the picture to himself, “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing, y/n. I’m posting this by the way.”

You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks, ‘Does he really mean that or is he just saying that?’ you thought to yourself.

You took a deep breath and steered away from the topic, “Anyways, there was a store I wanted to go, I need to buy a few new casual dresses and I value your opinion friend.”

“Let’s go, go, go!”


Dress shopping was not eventful, but it wasn’t bad either. Every time you came out of the changing room in a different dress, Jinyoung would applaud and cheer saying things like, ‘Aish, why aren’t you a celebrity?’ or ‘Oh my God, y/n, I’ve been blinded by your beauty!’ He was being greasy like bacon, but it was his way of saying, ‘You look great.’

The last dress was a black mini dress with a slightly low back and because of this you couldn’t reach the lace up on the back. You struggled with it for a good minute before giving up with great reluctance. This dress was just what you were looking for, but you couldn’t get the damn thing to close to check how it looked.

“You okay in there? You sound frustrated.”

You jumped a little when you heard his voice, but you recovered and replied, “I’m having a hard time lacing up the back.”

It was quiet for a minute then he asked, “Can I come in y/n?”

You opened the door to the small white stall to let him in.

“Turn around.”

You complied and made sure your hair was out of the way.

You didn’t think about it when you opened the door, but suddenly the stall seemed even smaller with the both of you in it. You were suddenly more aware of the fact that your back was exposed to him and you didn’t have a bra on.

Standing stark still, you felt his slim fingers grab onto the lace to begin putting it through the holes. There wasn’t a moment when hands weren’t pressing into or touching your skin. You were almost sad when he finished pulling it through, until he leaned forward to your ear, “Do you want me to do it hard or soft?”


Jinyoung looked at you normally, “How do you want me to pull it close, hard or soft?”

You let out a breath, “Hard, please.”

After tying it at the top he stepped back, “I think this one is perfect. What do you think?”

You weren’t focusing on the dress in the mirror when you answered a yes.


Jinyoung had insisted on accompanying you home, saying that he wanted to get as much time with his best friend as he could.

He drove your car while you flipped through radio stations. You talked and joked around until you pulled into the driveway of the house you shared with your husband. Jinyoung walked you to the door, returning your keys to you and then turned to leave.

“Thanks for driving me home, Jinyoung.” You gave a sweet smile as he looked at you and mirrored it.

“What can I say you’re my number one girl.”

Your smile grew, but your brain decided at that moment to think of his comment about him liking someone else.

“Hey, remember when we danced at my wedding, you said you had a girl you liked, who is she?”

Jinyoung’s expression changed to a slightly more serious one and he stepped closer to you, almost chest to chest, “Do you really want to know?”

You nodded and he carefully held your left hand while his left hand came to tuck some loose hairs behind your ear.

“I don’t think it’s worth telling you, I can never have her anyways, no matter how hard I try.”

“Come on, if I know who she is I can help you get her.”

Really you just wanted to see the girl who had captured the heart of the Park Jinyoung you held so dear, but at the same time you didn’t want to know and wanted him to leave her far behind.

His eyes darkened the slightest bit and his breathes came out the slightest bit heavier, “Okay,” he paused and leaned closer to you so that your face were centimeters apart.

Throughout this neither of had noticed Jaebum had come until you were once again being ripped away from Jinyoung.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?”

‘My girl? What’s he going on about?’ you thought.

“She was my friend before she was your wife JB.”

“That may be so, but she’s with me now and I don’t like sharing what’s mine so stop trying to cause trouble and leave, unless you don’t want to exist to cause trouble in the first place.”

Jinyoung ignored him and flashed you a smile then left to hail a cab down the street.


Jaebum was pissed.

No, he was beyond pissed, he was ready to implode.

“I don’t understand, I really don’t!”

“Oh so now I’m stupid.”

“Yes! That’s exactly it! God, it took you so long to figure it out y/n.”

You scoffed at him. Right when you both walked through the door the WWE fight started. You weren’t the slightest scared of him or ready to back down.

“Listen, I don’t like you, you don’t like me, I don’t give a shit about what you do.” He put his hands on his shoulders and looked you dead in the eyes, “Hell, you could fuck Park all day every damn day of the fucking week, and I still wouldn’t care. But you wanna know when I do care?”

At this point he looked like a mad man ready to break and he kept going on.

“I care if people can see you two together and start questioning me.

He let you go and began to walk away, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

“Then I’ll fuck him here,” At this point you were in his face, “On the couch, on the counter, on your bed, and I’ll scream so loud the neighbors will hear. I’ll have the time of my life.”

Now it was your turn to walk away as you made you way up the spiral stairs to your room.

God, you hated his guts and you were even more determined to get what you wanted.

beautiful - newt x reader

Prompt: Hey, I’m not sure if you’ve done something like this before, but could you possibly do a Newt x Reader where the reader is kind of insecure? I’m feeling pretty down about my appearance rn. Thanks and I hope it isn’t too much trouble.

I relate, honestly, and it’s no trouble at all! Writing and reading imagines always cheers me up a little, so this request was perfect! I hope you enjoy!!

I got up at six and despite that, all I’ve accomplished today is finishing season one of Friends. I don’t even like Friends that much, I’m just so bored and lonely rn so when I remembered about this draft it was a very welcome distraction. Also, I listened to Halsey while writing this so all things considered it ended up super angsty.

Warnings: reader gets drunk in an irresponsible fashion. Drink responsibly with concern for your safety, and wait till you’re 21 kids!! (reader is over 21 in the fic, but drinking just to get drunk is not good!! don’t do it stay safe) also reader is super insecure and I think I wrote Newt ooc, I apologize 


Newt was shyly excited when an owl delivered the news that the publishers had loved his manuscript. You were thrilled for him, and you had insisted that the two of you go out for drinks to celebrate. You had been his editor, and you had read through his notes over and over and organized them for him, and in the meantime he had introduced you to the beasts and the two of you had become very close friends. You were fascinated with the peculiar man, and you had grown incredibly fond of him and his magical suitcase. You would even admit that you had a lot of affection for him, affection that transcended friendship and made you a little bit nervous. He was beautiful, and you really didn’t see him choosing to be with someone like you. It was just the way things were, you had told yourself sadly, and there was nothing you could do about it. Women like you were not meant to end up with men like him, and that was that. You loved his freckles, his lopsided smile, the way his eyes glowed when he got excited, the unusual way he walked, the concentrated face he made while writing…you shook yourself from your thoughts sternly. He didn’t necessarily perfectly fit the commonly accepted male beauty standards, and he wasn’t traditionally masculine, but he was successful, handsome, and intelligent. You knew that despite his awkward tendencies, young women would soon be tripping over each other to throw themselves at him. The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably, and you reminded yourself that it wasn’t your place. He wasn’t yours, and he wouldn’t ever be. That was the end of it.

The two of you sat at the bar, and you refused to let him pay for his drinks. He was embarrassed, but eventually he gave in to your generosity. “It’s a celebration for you!” you had insisted. “You aren’t buying the drinks here! That’s my job, buddy,” you pushed his hand, which held money in it, away playfully and he blushed a deep crimson. You felt a longing pang when he smiled you gratefully, peering at you through his messy cinnamon hair. You ordered another drink for yourself. You couldn’t be sober tonight if he was going to keep looking at you like that. It was out of the question. Drinks would keep you from thinking rationally, and maybe, just maybe, they would help you forget for just one night that he was unattainable. You weren’t a drinker usually, but tonight was an exception.

You were not nearly as drunk as you would have liked by the time Newt was ready to leave, but it was his day after all, and when he offered to walk you home you decided it was best not to argue. You were still drunk as hell, but it wasn’t the right sort of drunk, and you thought wistfully that maybe a few more moments at the bar would have changed that. You pulled on your coat and blushed as he offered you his arm. You took it, and the two of you started a comfortable stroll back to your flat. It was freezing, and you pressed close to Newt, half because you were cold and half because you were drunk. You weren’t the right sort of drunk, either. You had intended to be carefree drunk, perhaps flirty drunk or at the very least happy drunk, but you had somehow managed to land yourself in the depressing state of “emotional drunk”. The warm brush of Newt’s arm was enough to make your heart heavy, and you found yourself trying desperately not to let on that you were unhappy. You didn’t want to spoil this day for him, and you knew if he caught on to your misery he would want to know what was wrong. You didn’t have the energy to make up a lie, and you didn’t have the guts to tell him the truth, even after drinking.

The sidewalk was empty, and the only company the two of you had was the slight drift of snowflakes catching on your coats and in your hair. You leaned yourself on his shoulder ever so slightly, feeling bittersweet. It was lovely to walk with him, and you felt a little bit better. Even if he wasn’t yours, the two of you definitely had a wonderful friendship and you were incredibly grateful for it. 

Your eyes drifted around the shop windows, and you felt yourself drawn to a beautiful display of paintings. You pulled Newt over to admire them, a small smile tugging at your lips. It was the window display for an art gallery, you realized upon closer inspection. You didn’t feel his gaze, but Newt was more interested in you than in the paintings. He silently admired your expressions, watching with a small smile as your face lit up. The cold had nipped at your nose and cheeks, flushing them, and snowflakes were caught in your eyelashes. He loved to see you smile, which was maybe why he invited you down to the case so often. You beamed when you were with the creatures, and seeing you happy made his heart flutter. Suddenly nervous that you’d catch him staring, he moved his gaze to the paintings. 

You studied each one with interest, admiring the beautifully blended colors and the expert brush strokes, until your eyes fell on the last painting in the window. It was a stunning portrait of a woman, and it looked so real, almost like a photograph. Her shapely red lips curved upward in a small smile. She had a beautifully sloped nose, and she peered at the observers with striking doe eyes. She had high, prominent cheekbones and immaculate skin, and a slender neck held her head at a slight tilt. Ebony hair was pinned to one side and cascaded down her left shoulder in dark waves. You were in awe, partially because of the artist’s incredibly realistic style but mostly because of how striking this woman was. 

Your gloved fingers brushed the glass, and in that moment you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in the glass and you felt a lump immediately settle itself in your throat. You couldn’t help but compare your features to hers, and in your drunk, emotional state you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You forgot about Newt’s presence for a moment. All you could think about was the woman in the painting and her immaculate skin. Her stunning bone structure. Her perfectly painted lips. Her wide, stunning eyes. And all you could do was stare at your own reflection and think about how that wasn’t what you were. Your nose and your cheeks were flushed from the cold, and you felt like a clown with your messy hair peeking out from underneath a warm winter hat that was settled lopsided on your head. Tears started to prick at your eyes. Your eyes that didn’t fit so perfectly with the rest of your features like hers did.

Rationally, she was just a painting. Thinking about it later, your face would always grow hot with embarrassment and you’d desperately try to forget about the way that painting had made you feel. She was just a muggle painting in a muggle gallery. She wasn’t even flesh and blood, You weren’t even jealous of a person. You were jealous of a canvas full of colors, but in the moment you were too drunk to care. 

This was not the pleasant, carefree sort of drunk you had intended to get, and you hated yourself for it. You felt so stupid for crying, but you couldn’t control the emotions that were bubbling over, spilling out your eyes in the form of hot tears. Everything was fuzzy, and the insecurity seemed to be the only thing that mattered in that moment. You placed your trembling palm flat on the glass to hide your reflection and ducked your head, not even bothering to try stopping the tears as your shoulders shook with silent sobs. You had almost forgotten about Newt, and when he said your name you jolted your head up to look at him, startled.

He looked just as startled as you felt, and you realized with a pang how you must look, drunk and crying softly in the middle of the night about a painting.

Newt was concerned, and he reached up carefully to brush the tears from your cheek with his gloved hand. He was wary, studying your expression to make sure you didn’t mind the contact, and being as gentle as he could as though if he wasn’t careful enough, you would cry even more. The tears had melted the snowflakes in your eyelashes, he noted sadly, and he wanted desperately to make you smile again, so he pulled you wordlessly into his chest. There would be time for talking about this later, he reasoned. Now, you needed comfort.

You let out a strangled whimper and grabbed his jacket, pulling yourself closer so your sounds were muffled in the scratchy fabric. You let the tears fall freely, and he rubbed soothing circles on your back, troubled at your sudden outburst. He had never seen you like this before, and it was strange. He had observed that you weren’t always the most open about how you felt, and in the months the two of you had been close, he had never seen you so vulnerable. It was startling.

You pulled away slowly, still sniffling, your arms still at his waist. He ducked his head down toward yours. “What’s wrong?” he murmured gently. You started to cry all over again, and he felt your fingers grip at his jacket.

“It’s stupid, it’s so stupid, but I can’t…” you chuckled a little bit, lifting your head but not making eye contact. “I just can’t seem to be reasonable about it,” you said, sniffling and shifting your gaze to where your hand had shifted to rest on his chest.

“I won’t laugh,” he said seriously, not wanting to push you or to make you too uncomfortable.

“I just saw myself… in, in the reflection of the glass, and I…” You glanced over at the display again. “I don’t look like her,” you mumbled. That was the best way you could describe it to him, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eye.

“Of course you don’t,” his firm reply came immediately, and you looked up at him quizzically, your heart sinking a little. His gaze was steady and concerned, and he had caught on to the insecurity that made your tone waver.

“What?” was all you could manage.

“Of course you don’t look like her. You look like you,” he said, furrowing his brows.

“What do you mean?” you stammered out, not following him at all.

He shifted, his gaze flicking away. “She has the things that make her beautiful, and you have your own,” he said carefully. “that’s why you’re you, and she’s…her,” he said, as though he was reaching for the right words. “If you were her, you’d lose the things that are unique to you,” he murmured, his hand slipping up to play with a strand of your hair. “I’m sure the woman who posed for that…her eyes don’t light up the way yours do when you smile, and her laugh doesn’t sound like yours, and I’m sure she doesn’t have this,” he brushed his fingertips over a scar on your face nervously. You wanted to duck shyly from his touch, but you stayed still, cheeks aflame. “She’s beautiful, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t,” he was starting to ramble, his cheeks flushed, and not just from the cold. “Nobody else is quite like you, and it’d be a shame if everyone was exactly like her. Everyone would be off posing for paintings and doing whatever she does for a living and there’d be nobody left to edit my book for me,” he said teasingly, a smile playing at his lips. “(y/n), she’s lovely. But frankly,” his eyes lingered for a moment on your lips, then leapt back up to meet your gaze. “She isn’t you.”

You breathed up at him, eyes glowing, but still feeling somewhat unconvinced. “But…” you struggled to find an argument to back your feelings, but trailed off lamely.

He continued, his voice low. “And I’d…I’d rather be around you to see you smile, and to watch the snowflakes get caught in your hair, and laugh with you, and see the way you care for the beasts with me, and hear what you have to say about my writing…” he started to get flustered, as though he was regretting letting you know so many of his observations. “You can’t capture all of that in a painting,” he paused, swallowing hard, and you could practically hear his frantic heartbeat. “You’re beautiful,” he finished softly, and you started to cry all over again.

Startled, and terrified he’d said something wrong, he placed his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forget I said-”

He couldn’t finish, as you’d grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a teary kiss. He didn’t know what to do with his hands at first, taken aback, but they settled comfortably on your waist. Yours flew up to grip his face, and he could feel them trembling through the soft fabric of your gloves. You pulled away, breathless, eyes bloodshot and face streaked with tears. All he could do was stare at you, and you stared back. Snowflakes were settled in both of your hair, and you grinned shyly up at him, blinking the last of the tears away.

Wordlessly, he gave you a bashful smile and reached up to grasp one of your hands in his. The two of you were both flustered, embarrassed, and still drunk, but you turned without saying anything to continue your walk home, hands entwined shyly as you shuffled through the thin layer of snow. You didn’t talk about that night again, but things had definitely changed between the two of you, and in the best way possible. 


YIKES I’m sorry if this was super cheesy or something!! I did my best to convey my message without assuming too much about you, the reader, and without bringing Newt too far out of character, but I’m not sure if I did it right. I read a fic that really bothered me a while ago, where it described the reader as thin and pale. Writers of imagines, don’t assume too many things about your readers (unless a request asks you to), and don’t tell them that they’re beautiful and then describe this narrowly.

I guess what I was trying to say is that just because someone else is beautiful, that doesn’t mean you aren’t. If everyone fit physical beauty standards that were set for us, there would be no diversity. Embrace diversity. Embrace the fact that people look different, and embrace the fact that beauty is also found in a person’s personality. It’s found in the things you love and the way you talk. It’s found in the things you say and the way you treat others. 

I’ve met people who had traditionally pretty features, but who treated people in a way that was so ugly that I couldn’t see past that at all. And I met a girl who hated her crooked teeth and the way she laughed, but I fell in love with these features because they were attached to the rest of her. Her teeth were part of her. Her laugh was part of her. It broke my heart that she tried to hide them because she thought they were ugly, when the sound of her laugh was so pretty to me. She was beautiful because she was funny, sweet, and friendly. I met a boy who was shy and silent for the most part, but I fell in love with his beautiful drawings and the things he said when the rare occasion arose that he would say something. Beauty is different in everyone. It can be found everywhere.

Besides, some people get freckles tattooed on, and other people hide them with makeup. Some people wish they had curly hair so they curl it, and others hide their curls by straightening their hair. Diversity is beautiful. If you want to curl your straight hair, go ahead, but it’s beautiful either way. 

Sorry if that made no sense?? I have a lot of feelings about this I guess. Beauty is different in everyone. Please remember that. You have beauty, even if it’s not exactly the same as someone else’s beauty. Ok, rant over, I hope you have a lovely day <3