the colours on this were so frustrating

Pepero Day (M)

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Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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Cold | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by jugheadjones94


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Being a Blossom and dating the school’s super sleuth doesn’t exactly have a happy ending.

Warnings: some swears, maybe. and mentions of death bc jason blossom u know.

Word Count: 2240

A/N: okay this turned out better than I thought. figuring out a title for this was v hard but thanks The Veronicas for having v fitting songs. It’s left open for a part two but that’s up to you guys. Just lemme know <3

Being a Blossom wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to begin with thanks to all the rumours and speculation around your family that had been passed down over the years but the moment Jason Blossom had died, it became the hardest thing in the world. People would constantly stop you whenever they saw you, whether it was in the streets or at school just to give you their condolences. People were constantly staring at you watching and waiting for you to breakdown and the thing you hated the most were the people that would constantly be asking if you were okay.

Okay? How could you be okay when your brother had died? Not only died, he’d been murdered and nobody knew who it was. Every single person in town was a suspect even you. Your parents were on a mission to find out who did it but in the progress of that they seemed to be forgetting or didn’t care about how you and your sister Cheryl were feeling. Not once had either of them made sure you were okay or gave you a hug. Just a simple hug from your mum or dad would’ve helped, it really would’ve. But, no. You and Cheryl just had each other and that was okay.

To most people, Cheryl was a stuck-up bitch who didn’t care what anyone thought about her.  That was a façade, though. The real Cheryl, the Cheryl you’d grown up with was a kind, sweet, troubled girl that just wanted love. She just wanted someone to be there for her but she was stubborn and had built up walls so much that letting people in was hard. The only person she trusted was you and vice versa. You had each other and that’s what mattered. When you were at school though, that was a whole different world. Cheryl was the popular cheerleader who had her big group of friends while you were the ‘boring’ Blossom. That’s what you’d branded yourself as. Jason and Cheryl had been the popular ones that were head of the school food chain and you were the plain jane Blossom. You’d much rather just write and spend time by yourself than be surrounded by people who only used you for the popularity. That wasn’t to say you didn’t have friends or people didn’t care about you. That wasn’t the case at all. You had a few friends and Jason’s friends always made sure you were looked after now your brother was gone but you didn’t have anything solid. More than anything you wished you had a best friend.

That was when Jughead Jones came into play. He was the mysterious, super-sleuth that was trying to solve your brother’s murder. It didn’t bother you too much that he was. Besides, it wasn’t like you could stop him anyway. You and Jughead had always been friendly to each other – more acquaintances than anything but one day when you were feeling especially down and sad, that all changed.

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Imagine...

Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.


“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 


“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.


“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 

“LaRue.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.


Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.


When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.

Confused Papa // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by vminv

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!

Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!

Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^


Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day off. “How hard could it be?” he thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having the time of his life with his Daddy.

“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.

“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?” Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.

“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?” he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley, letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that you would at least be out of the meeting by now.


“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door, when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.

“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call pick up on the other end.

“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered, feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the front door of your office building on to the street.

“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing them with flat shoes for driving.

“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.

“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here. Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.

“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”

Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.

“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle and grabbing the baby food.

“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled, hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6 school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that you almost began crying right then and there.

“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross, unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and shifted gears.

“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.

“See you at home baby, I love you”.

PoC and Sarah J Maas

Right, so for the stans, let me say: I legitimately love ACOTAR and Sarah j maas. But this is talking about one of my main problems with her.

As a person of colour, and from the title, you can probably guess what I’m going to be talking about here. I’ll be looking at the series individually. I steadily become more frustrated as I write this, be warned. SPOILERS

THRONE OF GLASS There are at least fifty characters in this series. Way more, even. Let me nail down the main ones off the top of my head: Aelin, Rowan, Chaol, Dorian, Nesryn, Nehemia, Aedion, Lysandra, Lorcan, Elide, Manon, Sorscha, Gavriel & the rest of the cadre, Asterin.

Now, out of that list, from which could be argued that some of those characters are side characters, there are only three people of colour: Nesryn, Nehemiah, Sorscha NOTE: I DO NOT COUNT ROWAN OR ANYONE JUST DESCRIBED AS “TAN” AS A PERSON OF COLOUR. “TAN” IS USED AS AN ATTRACTIVE FEATURE, NOT A WAY TO DESCRIBE RACE. Only three people of colour? Wow, but fine. Let’s how they are represented.

Nehemia - her character has difficulty speaking English (something many could relate to), is a strong leader, a powerful woman. But how does she end up? She sacrifices her so that Aelin can “reach her full potential and save the world”. In the second book.

What. The. Fuck. Now, I read this however long ago and was frustrated. So far, the first person of colour in this series had died for the white main character and was basically used as a plot device. At this point, I was fairly new to YA and hadn’t seen many people of colour, and the ones I had seen hadn’t been treated much better. But I accepted this as the norm, that people of colour were just plot devices in YA books, and moved on.

Sorscha - the second poc in the series. She was Dorian’s random love interest, basically a way for him to get over Aelin and set up his depression in the fourth book, and… she is found as a spy and beheaded in the same book. Before we can form a real attachment to her, she’s gone. Forgotten. Her only purpose was to further Dorian’s arc. I personally forgot she existed until she was mentioned in the fourth book. NEXT.

Nesryn - the third poc, introduced in the fourth book. She is rather random and so far is only there so that Chaol doesn’t end up alone. Maybe in the Chaol novel we’ll see if she serves a greater purpose, but so far I doubt it. Oh, and she, and the only disabled person, are completely removed from the fifth book. But they are getting their own book - that could be a grab for money or because their arc is legitimately important and deserves its own book. We’ll see.

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

This series is shorter, and my more preferred of the two, and therefore has less characters. Let’s list the ones I remember off the top of my head: Feyre, Tamlin, Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren, Nesta, Elaine, Lucien, Helion, Viviane, Kallias, Beron, Eris, Thesan, Tarquin, Varian, Cressida, Maryam, Drakon, Jurian.

I got way more here than in ToG for some reason. Weird. Anyways, the people of colour (and here, I have debated whether to count Illyrians or not, so I’ve left them out because they are mostly described as tan): Amren, Tarquin, Varian, Cressida, Lucien, Helion, Thesan. (NOTE: Most of these are side characters.) Which is an improvement from ToG. Let’s go through them:

Amren - is she Asian? Is she not? I’m not sure whether to count her. She’s not even originally human, so there’s that. I’m putting her on this list for those who say she’s canonically PoC, but I really don’t think so. I think it was just that one line in that one chapter in that one book that suggested she might be Asian-looking. If there’s more than that, please tell me. I honestly don’t remember reading it.

Tarquin, Cressida and Varian - described as dark-skinned with white-ish hair. Cressida was the one person that Feyre was jealous of that one time but stood up in the meeting, and Varian was mainly Amren’s (rather random - I thought she was ace) love interest though he did contribute to the war slightly. But Tarquin - he is the most fleshed out. He is a young High Lord, the youngest, and is described as not knowing how to play the games of the courts. He is morally good and wishes for a a better a world, and I personally love his character.

Helion - Helion is the High Lord of the Day Court. He is described as dark-skinned and bi and a flirt who wants a foursome with Mor, Cassian and Az - but he plays a big part in the war, and is described as almost being as powerful as Rhys. I don’t know how to feel about him.

Lucien - Helion’s son, and therefore mixed-race. His “slightly darker” complexion was only mentioned in ACOWAR as an afterthought, as he was described in ACOTAR as pale. This had me rolling my eyes.

[if I did count Illyrians as PoC, they are described as barbaric people with some serious societal issues. I’m not sure how to feel about that.]

But why is representation of PoC important anyways? Why is it such a big deal?

This is something that some people forget, so let me sum it up for you: as previously mentioned, when I was new to YA I thought it was the norm for PoC to be side characters or killed off. The main characters in movies and tv shows and books are usually white and straight, and this is not only unrealistic but stifling and pushes forward stereotypes. PoC and LGTBQ+ people exist, and statistically speaking, PoC are the majority.

When Bisexual people are represented as sluts or whores who sleep around, when people of colour are represented as barbaric or just there to help the white person, when someone is disabled in one book and completely removed from the sequel, it creates a bad image and pushes forward a horrible image and message. You may only think that young people are impressionable, but think about the stans who blindly support an author and try to justify things like that. They normalise something that shouldn’t be the norm.

This needs to stop.

Pressing All The Right Buttons

Member: YanAn || Pentagon

Genre: Smut, Romance, dom!YanAn, Strip Tease, Voyeurism

Short Summary: Being late from work, she came back to her jealous boyfriend that was having none of her excuses.

A/N: I FEEL BAD FOR WRITING THIS, OKAY?! I’M SORRY TT.TT

Words: 1.5k

It was another tough day at work for her; the director was making her work an extra three hours on top of her normal time. It was that time of the month; the deadlines were approaching quickly and her branch had yet to finish half of all of their projects that they started months ago. If they dared not finish what they took upon themselves, the director would fire all of them without a second thought.

Deep inside her pocket, the phone rang again, restless with missed calls and yet unread messages that went on deaf ears of the woman who was straining herself to keep conscious while drinking a cup of coffee whose count was long lost.

She had completely forgotten the romantic in-house date that she had planned to have with her dear boyfriend YanAn.

“Ah… Shit.” She cursed quietly when she made another typo. Drumming her nails on the hard desk in the office, she had finally decided to take a much-needed break and freshen herself up before collecting her things and walking out of the damned office. “I wonder how much longer it will take me to collapse if they continue to work me like a fucking horse.” She grumbled unhappily as she got into a lone taxi; she was lucky for such a miracle to happen.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a scenario with Seven where one day on a rare occasion he decides to go out (probably to buy chips or whatever) and along the way an orange kitten starts following him like a little duckling that imprinted on this man, and refused to stop, like it will stubbornly follow him all the way home

Thank you for the request!


He didn’t know when it started but ever since he passed the lake on his way to the store, he noticed a small orange kitten following in his every step. At first he thought it was just a coincidence, “the kitten is going in the same direction I am.”

With that Seven shook the feeling of being followed off… for the next few seconds.

He noticed that when he turned corners, the cat turned as well. When he jumped over little ledges in the road, the cat did as well. 
When Seven started to stupidly hope from foot to foot, you can bet the cat did too.

The thing that confused him the most was why the cat followed him. He didn’t really exude a happy atmosphere or did he show any kindness towards the kitten but it still decided to follow him. In a fit of annoyance, Seven decided to run. If anything, if he ran around enough corners, the kitten would become confused and lose interest in the red-headed boy. 

He didn’t know how far he had run or where he had gotten, all that mattered was shooing the orange cat off his tail but when he looked behind him, the little angel was there behind him sitting innocently on the ground. Seven sighed in defeat as he admitted that he wasn’t able to beat the little creature. As he waited for his phone to give him directions home, Seven sat in the nearby park, on the conveniently placed bench and you can bet the kitten joined him there.

In frustration with the bad service, Seven struck up a conversation with the little kitten.
“Do you have a name?” he asked but was only met with a meow. He laughed at his attempts to get answers so he just leaned down and looked the cat in the eye,”What do you find so interesting with me?”

It was at that moment that two things happened. Seven noticed the kitten’s strange purple eyes, similar to gemstones which were shining brilliantly. He smiled at the thought that this little orange ball of love had strange coloured eyes, just like himself.
The second thing that happened was when the kitten lifted their paw up to touch Seven’s hair.
“Oh is that it?” Seven chuckled, surprised at his own amusement as the cat became obsessed with his hair and soon enough, the kitten was on top of his head.

Seven couldn’t resist how cute they were and even though he had no time for a pet, he just had to take them home. He didn’t know what, but he felt a sort of connection with the cat. He walked back with the kitten playing with his hair and conveniently named them, remembering the beautiful purple eyes they had.

“You’ll be Jiyeon from this day on.”

colours

Originally posted by ji-min

◇ Colour means so much to Yuta, much more than meets the eye.

◇ Yuta x reader

◇ soulmate!au

◇ ???? This is like 3k words also 500 followers?? What??? Omg guys let me love u thank u so much, it feels like just yesterday i wrote a scenario to celebrate 400 followers ;u;

•••

Grey upon black upon white upon grey. That was the faith thrown upon every person who had not found their soulmate. You were born looking into a monochrome world, you grew up learning about colours you’d never seen before.

Yuta had no idea what was so beautiful about colour. He didn’t get why his mother would describe his skin tone as beautifully golden. He didn’t know why his brother told him he has vivid chestnut brown hair. The grass was described as a bright, nice green and the sky varied, apparently.

He was in no hurry to find his soulmate. He had things to be worrying about - the upcoming football tournament, finals, his friends… His soulmate - and colour - could wait.

“Yuta!” Somebody calls - Yuta is flung from his reverie, gasping slightly as if he’s only learned how to breath. Blinking, he turns from staring out of the window, the tall trees turning to a dull classroom filled with chattering students, all rising from their seats and grabbing their bags to walk to lunch.

“Hey,” Johnny frowns, waving a hand in front of his friend’s face, “What’s with you?”

Inhaling deeply, Yuta shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, as if the idea was completely alien to him, fumbling with his books and shoving them into his bag,“This class is boring, is all.”

Yuta doesn’t think Johnny’s bought it, but his friend shrugs anyway, standing from where he was leaning against a desk and patting his shoulder encouragingly, strolling towards the door of the empty classroom.

“Whatever - just be on the ball for Friday!” The football pun makes Yuta cringe, laughing at the pure cheesiness of it, but he bites his lip, pushing out from his desk with his supplies and running after his friend.

•••

“What if I meet my soulmate when I’m 80?” Jaehyun rants worriedly, the normally ‘manly’ man’s breath quickening as he shoves chopstick after chopstick of rice into his mouth, not even registering the taste of the steaming stew he was spooning into himself. “I - I can’t wait that long, man. Call me impatient, but-”

“Honestly,” Yuta scoffs loudly, leaning on his elbow boredly and taking in the image of his anxious friend who had turned to him. “What’s so great about colour? Or a soulmate? I’ve lived all my life so far without both of them, and I’m completely fine - and you will be, too, when you finally realize that you don’t need some stupid soulmate to make your life amazing.”

He doesn’t realize the whole table had gone completely silent at the end of his bitter speech until he looks up, a piece of chicken in his mouth. “What?”

Taeyong frowns at him, pushing his strawberry milk over to Winwin while shaking his head at Yuta. The blonde has that condescending look on his face that means he’s going to lecture somebody - Yuta must’ve offended him with his ‘soulmates are pointless’ rant. “I feel sorry for you, really.”

“Why?” Yuta narrows his eyes, raising an eyebrow challengingly, as if daring him to try and change his mind, “Because I don’t need somebody to complete me?”

“You don’t get it,” Taeyong groans in exasperation, “Having a soulmate isn’t about being completed, idiot. It’s about having somebody who will compliment your personality and help you get better as a person. The colour just comes with them - and it helps you identify them.”

He shakes his head. “Before I met Winwin, my grades were falling and I was barely scraping an F. I got detention every day. Now, I’m getting As easily, and I haven’t been in detention for the last few months!”

Yuta glowers at the sight of a blushing Winwin, stealing loving glances at Taeyong and sipping at the strawberry milk in an attempt to hide the bouqet of redness that had spread over his cheeks - or, at least he thinks it’s redness. He’s been told that the darker shade of gray spreading over a person’s face was called a blush, and that it was ‘red’.

Huffing, he pushes away his empty lunch tray and slips off of the benches, muttering a ‘whatever’ as he storms away.

He knows what was said was true. But Nakamoto Yuta is a stubborn boy, and he pushes the reassuring words from his brain as he angrily shoves books into his locker.

•••

Yuta cared about football more than he cared about colour. Well, that was easy to guess, due to the fact that the stubborn boy cared about almost everything more than colour.

Football was comfort. Football was familiarity. It was adrenaline coursing through his veins, the grass beneath his feet, sharp breaths erupting from his lungs and shouts from the many people who would watch. It was seeing shades of black and gray and white whipping passed his face as he sprinted towards the goal, football expertly being steered towards the white goalpost.

Yuta doesn’t know where his fear of the unknown had sprouted from, not unlike a pesky weed that he couldn’t rid himself of. Maybe it was when he was 5, and he was informed that there was somebody in the world who could make him see something called ‘colour’. Maybe it was when he first started playschool with no friends and only a love for football, or maybe it was when he moved away from Japan and to Korea with his family, only a gentle grasp on the language and culture.

Yuta was normally confident - he knew how to deal with trivial things, like learning a new language or talking to new people. He’s used to it. But this - this, this colour - and the person who could bring it to him - they were both uncharted territory, and Yuta didn’t like that. He wasn’t fond of the idea of a person having so much control over him, a person who had the power to change his whole life.

They could be scared, too, the reasoning voice in Yuta’s head advises. You have the power to make them see colour as well. So why are you so reluctant? Why are you so scared?

The sound of frustration that escapes him echoes throughout the fresh air surrounding him. Why was he so scared? He didn’t want to admit it, but maybe - just maybe, he insists to himself - he doesn’t want to get hurt. Like he’s seen so many times before.

•••

“How was school?” Yuta’s mother greets him from the kitchen, the delicious smell of dinner wafting through the house and making his mouth water.

“Fine,” he replies casually, slipping his bag off and pattering up the stairs to take off his uniform. The conversation from earlier echoes in his head over and over again like a broken record. After taking out his homework, he accidentally spends at least 10 minutes doodling on his desk - a closer look at the seemingly meaningless doodles showcase swirly words, intertwining with each other - red, green, blue, purple, orange, pink, yellow.

He brushes it off as his mind wandering, not bothering to think about why his mind would be shoving the thought of colours and soulmates to the front of his train of thought. He slips downstairs for dinner, hoping that the delicious food would prove a distraction, but even he knows that’ll be hard.

Yuta’s mother is beautiful. Really, she is. On the inside and out. She cooks, she’s smart and kind. Yuta has no idea why his father would leave her.

When Yuta was a baby, it happened. The soulmate bond started weakening, as it usually did with old age - but instead of working to strengthen the bond, as most did, his parents seemed to fall apart at the seams. His father stayed in Japan and the rest of his immediate family travelled to Korea after a few years, and he witnessed the light drain slowly from his mother’s eyes.

Her colours were draining from her. As the last of her love for his father was swept away with the wind, her colours, her amazing, vibrant colours, were leaving. Yuta never wanted to be in a position where his life is changed, eyes bursting with colour and happiness and love, and suddenly it’s snatched away from him. Suddenly, it’s like he never found the one person who’s made for him - and suddenly, all the hope is flung from your mind.

It was hard to say something so harsh and inconsiderate, especially with her sitting directly across from him, laughing gently at something his older brother had said - but Yuta didn’t want to end up like his mother. And he didn’t want to be his father, either.

•••

Ji Hansol had always been Yuta’s best friend. He was a dork, but he was shy in front of others and he was convinced that he was a ‘real man’, all because he had picked up a bug one time and hadn’t burst out crying. Yuta wasn’t sure if he hated or loved the bond he shared with him - especially now.

“What d'you mean you’re scared?” Hansol frowns, leaning back with his tilted towards the beaming sun. It’s Thursday, one day before the big football game that Yuta was participating in, and the day Yuta finally came to terms with what was wrong with him.

It had taken a lot of meditation and self-reflection to realise that he was just scared. Yuta was stubborn, and had a fierce pride. He liked to prove everybody wrong, even himself, and trying to finally listen to his subconscious had taken a lot of will power and thought.

“About - about the soulmate thing,” Yuta lowered his voice, peering around for anyone who might be lurking, even though him and Hansol were the only two people on the rooftop. “I think that’s why I got so irritated the other day.”

Hansol sits up fully, and Yuta’s not sure if he appreciates the intimidating stature of his friend or if it makes him even more nervous and ashamed to talk so openly about his feelings. “Go on.”

Yuta shakes his head, sighing deeply and running a hand through his chestnut hair. “I - you know how it went with my parents. I told you before. And I don’t want that to be me - I don’t want to be my parents.”

Hansol shrugs as if his answer is the simplest thing in the universe. “Then don’t. Be yourself.” Yuta stares at him for a second. On one hand, the advice was so vague that it was stupid - but on the other hand, it was just easy enough for Yuta to consider.

“That… was surprisingly helpful,” Yuta murmurs, narrowing his eyes in fake suspicion and making his friend snort quietly.

“What exactly were you expecting?” Hansol questions, sighing as he stretches his arms above his head, abruptly standing from the stone bench they had been seated on after taking a sharp glance at the metal watch on his slender wrist. “Come on, lunch’ll be over in ten minutes.”

Yuta is almost glad that he almost missed lunch, because that stone in the pit of his stomach has dissolved, and he feels as if he can finally breath easily.

•••

Football has never been your favorite sport - not at all. You didn’t get what was so appealing about kicking a ball of air and leather around, but to each their own, you guess.

Your dislike for football doesn’t seem to faze your older brother, who insists that you travel 20 minutes by bus just to see him play a neighbouring school. You want to object, really, you do, but the team goes for pizza after every game, and that’s something you’d travel 20 minutes alone for.

And so you spend 20 minutes staring out of the window of a bus, earphones plugged into your ears as you watch the monochrome world pass you by.

You’ve always wondered what it’d be like to see colour. To see the various shades of something other than gray, to discover the ugliness and the beauty of the vibrant colours, to find what was associated with what and what complimented you.

And when you wondered abour colour, you wondered about your soulmate. Who were they? A girl, boy, tall, short, thick, thin, sad, happy? Were they even in Korea? Would they be happy to see you as much as you’d be happy to see them? You felt impatient and needy seeing other couples walk around happily, the world available to them in colour but they were only focused on the world cuddled in their arms.

You wanted that. God, you wanted it so bad that your heart ached if you though about it for too long. You wanted, craved, needed somebody that you could love as much as they (hopefully) loved you. You wanted to point out colours to them, to experience each one together and have the type of love that would never die out.

Your daydream has you in the clouds as you step off of the bus at what you think is the right spot, pulling out your earphones as you start to stride towards the tall school - or, more specifically, the pitch beside it.

The stands are already filled with people by the time you get there, but luckily you’re spotted by a hyperactive member of your brother’s team, who smiles excitedly and grabs your hand, yanking you through crowds of people to the front of the stands, where the subs were sitting and conversing with some people from the other team that were sitting on the benches directly beside them.

You’re placed closest to the other team’s bench, fiddling awkwardly with your earphones and hoping nobody can see the discomfort rising in your body. You’re praying that the game will start soon so that you can focus on something other than your earphone and you won’t be forced to partake in awkward conversations.

“_____!” You hear your name, your head whipping towards the sound - your brother is running towards you, a smile painted on his face st the sight of you. “You came after all.”

“Well, you know me,” you tease as he stops in front of you, “I can’t turn down free food.” He narrows his eyes, a sarcastic laugh coming from him as he shakes his head.

“Funny, really. Well, the game’s about to start, so watch well, okay?” He raises his eyebrows, not waiting for you to reply before he was turning and running onto the pitch with the rest of the players.

Sighing, you vaguely wonder if this was a good idea - but it’s too late, and you covertly slip an earphone into your ear while you inspect the football match with a slight interest. It’s easy to spot your brother’s teammates among the other school’s players, with their light gray gear. However, even with the bright clothing, your attention is focused on the other team.

Or, specifically, Nakamoto. That’s his last name, his number is 7, and his gear is a darker shade of gray, but not as dark as his ruffled hair and furrowed eyebrows - you can see him, even from here, arms pumping as he twists his leg expertly around the leg of another player - your brother -, the ball suddenly in his possession before you can realize.

Maybe he feels your eyes on him, maybe he feels the need to take a look around with the ball so easily being kicked towards his destination, but his head snaps over to where you’re sitting - and suddenly his eyes are on yours. And they - they aren’t black, or gray, or white. They’re warm, and comforting, and you have no idea how to explain the colour of them, but they just are.

There’s a gasp heard throughout the crowd as Nakamoto stumbles, tumbling to the ground with his eyes wide open - he’s staring around him in wonder, ignoring the hands that are shaking him, ignoring the ball that had rolled away, ignoring the players asking if he’s okay - what happened, you were doing great?

But he’s not listening. He mutters something to the referee, who nods in understanding, pushing him off the field and sending in another person. Yuta doesn’t even notice - he’s too busy taking in the pure beauty that surrounds him.

The colour radiating from the sun can only be described as warmth - enveloping him and everyone else in its presence. He almost stops in the middle of the field to take in the colours bleeding into dull gray around him. The grass is such a bright, happy colour. He understands why it was called vivid, now.

As he collapses onto the steel bench next to the other subs, he doesn’t want to blink. He’s missed out on this - at one point, he feared this - but now he can’t get enough of it. He feels almost greedy, bis eyes feeding off the vibrant colours and flickering back and forth between everything. So caught up in his need to ingest all of the colours properly, his soulmate almost slips his mind.

The benches look so much more different than they did when they were dull grey. The colours are molding together but sharp and in contrast to each other. Yuta almost finds it hard to spot you - but when he does, trust me, he does.

You’re not too far, but Yuta’s sure it’s you - he hopes it’s you. He feels his heart pound as he notices the way your wide eyes are trying to take in everything around you. He worms himself in between the space between the two benches, raising his hand to tap on your shoulder nervously.

You jump a bit, and it makes Yuta flinch. God, he’s so nervous he has to stop his hand from shaking, especially as you finally face him, your cheeks flushed with 'red’. Your eyes widen, and you open your mouth to say something, buy nothing comes out.

“I - I’m Yuta,” he greets awkwardly, trying to smile in a friendly manner to calm your nerves (even though his own nerves were through the roof). “A - and you are?”

“I - I’m _____ ,” you breathe, yanking your earphone out of your ear to give him your full attention. The air is awkward but you’re ecstatic, especially when he gives you a bright smile.

“Not a fan of football?” He questions, making you stutter to answer his question. Your reaction has him chuckling, his own cheeks heating up in a blush. He already feels himself emerge from the nervous and cold shell he was surrounded by whenever he was anywhere except with his friends. Taeyong’s words really hit him at that moment.

“You know,” he bites his lip, staring down at you bashfully, “One of my friends said that a soulmate balances you out. And I think that can’t be anymore true.” Your face is confused but at the sight of Yuta, looking so perfectly loving and shy, you bite your lip to contain the squeal welling up inside you.

•••

Yuta understands what colour is now. Colour is the warm yellow of the sun setting over your skin, his arms wrapped around you and kissing your forehead. Colour is the bright green grass underneath his feet when he plays football, your encouraging sounds making him even more persistent to win. Colour is the red that spreads over your cheeks when he kisses you suddenly, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

Colour is the way your fingers tangle in his brown hair as you press your lips to his - colour is the blue of the sky you’re looking into, it’s the orange of a flower tucked behind your ear.

Colour is love, and emotion, and memories - and Yuta doesn’t know why he was so scared of it.

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anon requested a Harrison kind of angst with a fluff ending

so prepare for kind of angst with a fluffy ending

thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy it!


     It was late in the evening when he slammed the front door to your shared flat with a force that rattled the walls, both his and your features carved with different extreme emotions. The events of not long ago flashing through your mind like a picture show.

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[SCENARIO] How the Performance Team Will Propose [JN/HS]

AND WE’RE DONE WITH THE PROPOSAL SCENARIOS! Thank you so much for supporting this mini scenario series. It was definitely enjoyable to imagine how these scenes would play out, and we hope you guys would love it too! We’re not currently accepting any more scenario requests, so be sure to look out for the reopening of our request box if you would like to see a new scenario series!

A/N: Wheee finally pepo team’s hyung line scenario is up! I hope you guys enjoyed it as we had loads of fun writing it! Maknae line’s will be released sometime soon, so please anticipate it!

-jihooned
-junnie :>

Originally posted by performanceunit



SYNOPSIS

Okay, so they may not be the most romantic or flamboyant, but know this: though unconventional, the boys can be pretty darn sincere and so so so sweet with their proposals your teeth will get cavities. Who needs epic and grand proposals? They want the special moment to be for you and ONLY FOR YOU.

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Sentimental

II pt 1 II pt 2 II pt 3 II pt 4 II  pt 5 II pt 6 II pt 7 (Final) II

Johnny x Reader

College!AU 

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Recap: “You’re just going to have to tell him.” Ten sighed. He ran a hand through his hair as he really didn’t even know what you should do. There was no way around it, No matter how Johnny found out, he would be furious. As both of your minds were spiralling into despair, neither of you heard the clicks of the door and the familiar voice that you dreaded to hear.  

“Tell him what?” Both of you snapped your heads to see Johnny standing just after the hallway, a completely baffled expression on his face.   

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Better For Me (Part Five)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 2149

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes back after what happened in the cafe but only to tell the Reader something that she never expected would happen.

A/N: Dramaaaaaaa!!!!! Also, thank you so much for 550 followers! This is insannneeee!!!!

<<<<PREVIOUSLY ON BETTER FOR ME

Originally posted by magnuzbane

You opened the door and looked down, making sure everything was still looking okay.

“I hope this is-”

“Hey.”

“Bucky?”

“You look nice.” He says, coming in through the door,

“Thanks, I uh- What are you doing here?”

“I need to tell you something.” Before he could open his mouth, there was another knock at the door,

“Can we do this another time? I have a date to get to, Buck.” You opened the door and greeted Sam with a kiss,

“What are you doing, Sam?”

“Y/N, what is he doing here?” Sam asked concerningly, Bucky’s fists clenched and he could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him,

“Sam, I- I don’t know, he just came, I didn’t-” He caressed your cheek, reassuring you it was okay,

“Stop messing with her, Sam, you know what you’re doing.” Your hand slipped away from Sam’s hand, slightly pushing away from him,

“Sam?”

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he’s probably just jealous.” Sam walked over to Bucky with pleading eyes, he shook his head,

“She’s not gonna fuck you, Sam, she’s not that type of girl, she’s too good for you.” He said quietly enough for you not to hear,

“You think you’re any better?”

“No, I don’t, du’nt mean I don’t wanna look out for her and I know you’re not good for her.”

“Please, Bucky, I like her.”

“You fucking don’t! You say that like I don’t know you.” He shoved Sam harshly and Sam retaliated with the same gesture,

“Guys!” You yelled out as things escalated quickly, they threw punches at each other and you ran up to them, trying to pry them away in which you found was an absolute bust. So, you did the only thing you could think of, “Oh my god, Steve! Steve!” And with your screams, Steve ran out of his room. He saw what was happening and immediately pulled them away from each other,

“What the fuck is going on, soldiers!” He had his Captain voice on which meant one thing, he was not fucking around. He looked at the both of them, starting to bruise up and Sam bleeding from his nose, “Well!?… If one of you don’t tell me what is happening, I will make you both run fucking suicides at Base tomorrow at five am sharp!”

“Sam is a two timing cock sucker.” Bucky mumbled out,

“What was that, Barnes?” Steve asked,

“I said, Sam is a fucking two timing cock sucker, Steve.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, Bucky.” Sam lunged forward to take another hit at Bucky but Steve pushed him away,

“You step outta line one more time, Wilson, and I’ll make you run suicides for two days straight.” Steve warned, they almost forgot you were even standing there, your eyes were wide and your mouth was agape,

“Y/N, baby, I-” He tried to explain himself,

“Is it true? Are you seeing someone else besides me?” He bit his lip, “Are you!?”

“No! I mean there’s-” You held your hand up to stop him from talking,

“No, no buts, Sam,” You took a deep breath, “I don’t want to see you again.”

“Y/N…”

“Steve, please show him the way out.” You command as you make your way back into your room. You unzipped your dress and changed into a big sweater, not bothering to take off your make up or put your hair down. Out of nowhere, tears began to stream from your eyes, you didn’t know why you were this hurt, it was a short amount of time. All you both were doing really was texting for three days until yesterday and today. You thought you could find something in Sam, maybe you could find acceptance? You weren’t sure yourself. Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock on your bedroom door. You wiped away your tears and sat up.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay, Bucky?” You rolled your eyes and faced the wall that your bed was pushed into, the white wallpaper looking like the darkest colour in your eyes at the moment,

“I know, stupid question-”

“Stupid move, out there.”

“What?”

“Why would you do that to me?”

“Do what?” He asked, scoffing at you,

“Ruin the date for me like that?”

“And what? Let you fall for some asshole who was cheating on you? No!”

“Why the fuck do you even care?” You scoffed,

“Because I do!” He yelled in a frustrated tone, god, you were so stubborn, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, “Look, I was just looking out for you and if you want to choose with a cheating asshole, go for it, I stepped in once and I won’t do it again.”

“What do you want, Bucky?”

“What do you mean!?” He could feel himself getting irritated again, he clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white,

“I can’t play this fucking game anymore! You’re an asshole and the next thing I know you’re kissing away the things that hurt!” You stepped closer to him and sniffled, “I just- I need to know what you want.” His hand came up to your cheek, wiping away the tear that fell from your eyes,

“I don’t know what I want, Y/N, but I do know some part of me wants you.”

“Then have me.” You whispered, he leaned down and pushed his lips against yours. You pulled away from him, catching your breath, “Come home with me.”

“What?”

“My mom and step-dad want me to come home for Christmas, come with me, Natasha can’t this year.” You smiled against his lips and bit his bottom lip, “I don’t like going home by myself.”

“When?”

“I’m getting the tickets for next Thursday.” He nodded,

“Okay.”

“Okay?!” You smiled and jumped on him, you felt excitement and nervousness but you knew you’d be okay with Bucky. The house phone began to ring and jumped off him, “That must be my mom, I’ll quickly get that and we can talk.” You ran off to grab the alarmed phone and Natasha met Bucky’s eyes as soon as you left the room,

“She seems happy?” She chuckled, “Did you ask her out?”

“Not exactly,” He walked over to her and rubbed her tummy, “How’s our other soldier?”

“I told you, it’s a girl.”

“Girls can be soldiers too.”

“She can be whatever she wants.” She laughed, “So, what just happened?”

“I’m going to her parents’ house for Christmas.”

“Ah.” Natasha nodded with an unexplainable look upon her face, making Bucky curious,

“What’s with the uh…” He gestured to her face and she began to walk out,

“Nothing.” Before she could disappear, she turned back around to him, biting her lip, “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“When you get there, don’t um… Don’t leave her alone with her step-dad, okay?”

“Uh… okay? Why?”

“Just don’t.” And just before he could ask anymore, the six month pregnant woman had walked away with a concerning smile.


Bucky began to get sweeter around you and you couldn’t feel any happier. He started off by holding your hand and then it escalated to creeping up on you and hugging you from behind. Now and then he would have his little moments with his smart remarks in which now you could just shut him up with a kiss or fight against him.

It was Wednesday night and you were both packing your bags to make your way back home. You were glad you were only staying for a couple of days, you couldn’t bear to be with them for more than four days. Everything always seemed to go to shits whenever you were there with them, you hated it there, always have always will.

“Okay, so have we got everything?” You asked as you bit your thumb anxiously,

“Yes, doll, we do,” he noticed your gesture and grabbed your thumb from your mouth, “What are you so anxious about?”

“Nothing…”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

“I’m seriously fine, Bucky,” he shook his head and engulfed you in an embrace,

“You are not, talk to me.”

“I just- I’m… They’re not the typical family.”

“What is a typical family, Y/N?” He laughed, “I definitely don’t have one of those.”

“I don’t know… white picket fence, four children and a mom and dad? Greenest grass in the neighbourhood? I don’t know.”

“Hey,” he caressed your cheek and you smiled as your heart warmed, “I don’t care, I grew up in a hotel and my mom kept marrying and remarrying, I am definitely not white picket fence, Y/N.”

“Well, okay then.” You both laughed as he kissed your hand. He zipped both of the bags and put them on the floor, grabbing you and tackling you on the bed, “Owww.” You whined,

“Okay, that did not hurt, you’re so dramatic.”

“Am not.”

“You sure are, doll.”

“Maybe it didn’t hurt, maybe it did, you’ll never know.” You let out an evil laugh,

“See? So dramatic.” He began to kiss you from your lips then trailing down to your neck, you moaned and before you continue, your phone began vibrating in your pocket. The hand you had tangled in his hair, reached down to grab your phone, “Do you really have to get that?” He panted, you nodded and he groaned, pulling away. You looked at your phone just as Bucky slipped of the bed to go to the bathroom, it was Sam. He called and came by when he could after what had happened. You shut him out because you were angry at what he had done. You contemplated on whether you wanted to answer the phone or not but finally, impulsively, slide the answer button across the screen. You walked out of the bedroom and closed the door, making your way into the kitchen.

“Sam.” Your voice was stern and clearly, the angry that had subsided was coming back,

“Y/N, please, just listen to me, give me five minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Why, Sam? That was fucking awful.”

“I know, I know, I just- He doesn’t know the whole story, Y/N, he just wants something he can’t have.”

“You don’t know him.”

“No, you don’t know him.”

“Your time is running out.” Your hand which held the phone were now turning white from the anger that was unleashing,

“Y/N, I had girlfriend, had as in past tense, we were broken up for months and she’s been telling everyone that we were still together,” he sighed, “she cheated on me and I know how that feels, I would never do that to you, you don’t deserve that, you actually deserve more than me.” You shut your eyes at his words, did he really think that much of you? God, that really hit something in you,

“Why should I believe you?” You curled your free hand under the arm that held the phone, biting your lip,

“You don’t have to, you just have to trust that I’m telling the truth and trust me when I say I’ll treat you better than Bucky ever will.” You sighed,

“I really liked you Sam but that whole thing just… it just fucked me up and screwed up the way I think about you, I think you could’ve been great- we could’ve been great but-”

“You just answered yourself there, Y/N, he fucked up the way you think about me and that’s exactly what he wanted.”

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, biting your thumb,

“Look, it’s obvious that me and Bucky are not exactly the best of friends, and I’ll admit, we never have been,” he cleared his throat, “he got what he wanted and that was to ruin me and get you.”

“He wouldn’t do that, no.”

“Are you sure? The man that you met at the party? That’s the real Bucky and I’d be careful.” You couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop, “I gotta go, I just wanted to let you know that I care for you and be careful.” And with that, he said goodbye and you slipped your phone in your pocket, still biting your already ruined nail. Minutes after standing in the kitchen and your mind pacing back and forth at what Sam said, Bucky came out of your bedroom with a welcoming smile. He greeted you with a peck on the lips,

“Who was on the phone?” He asked sweetly,

“Um… my professor, he uh… he just wanted to remind me about my case study.”

“Your professor has you phone number?” He chuckled,

“It’s a class thing.” You explained,

“Wanna go and cuddle?” He raise his eyebrow with a smirk,

“Just cuddles, Bucky, we have to get up early tomorrow.” He groaned jokingly,

“If that’s what you want, doll.” It was no lie that your head was swarming with things Sam said and you were now not sure who you were lying next to.


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Uncertainty - Part I

『 Note: It has been years since I’ve actually written something. Only recently did I start with headcanons, and even then I still have so much to improve with. This originally started as a brainstorm / headcanon, but I kept writing and eventually made it a bit too long. So, I will divide it into two parts. Apologies for the blandness. The second part is here! 』


“Are you sure about this, Zenyatta, sir?” You asked with hesitance, pressing a lock of hair behind your ear while looking around nervously. The wind became harsher as you tried to speak, your eyes finding it hard to meet the Omnic’s. “I mean, I’m not exactly the best at this. Not to mention, I…”

Zenyatta levitated a comfortable distance from you and studied your movements. Lowering your head, your body shivered at the thought of what you planned on doing. You held your arm tightly as you felt the Omnic observe you further.

He was silent, which didn’t exactly help at the current moment, but you knew he more than likely was trying to search for words of encouragement. Either that, or entirely unsure of what to say. It was more likely the former over the latter. as you and Zenyatta had been close for some time.

Biting the inside of your lip, you did your best to shake the worry that plagued your mind. That lasted for all of two seconds, as the Omnic curiously tilted his head and watched your behaviour as you became increasingly more anxious.

You had agreed to meet with the monk to meditate, but it soon turned more into a therapy session due to your inability to concentrate. Placing a hand to your forehead, you exhaled heavily and lifted your head to meet eyes with him.

“Zenyatta, sir, I-”

“You do not have to address me in such a manner. For as long as we’ve known one another, you have always been incredibly formal with me.” It was one of the rarer times that he interrupted you.

This caught your attention immediately, your eyebrow arching as his orbs became slightly brighter as they circled his head in their regularly synchronized rhythm. “If I may request that you simply refer to me as ‘Zenyatta’?”

“Oh, right, sorry…” Your voice trailed off as you shook your head. “It’s a bad habit, si- Um. Zenyatta.” You cleared your throat. “You know this. It’s just that, with all of this going on, my nerves act up… Of course, I’m not as formal as say-”

“Genji?” He questioned, drawing an immediate reaction from you. You tried your best to keep a poker face, but he simply watched as physically you were unable to do so. Your already pink cheeks became an even rosier shade, and you lowered your head again.

Had Zenyatta a human appearance, you feel he’d have the biggest grin. You turned to your left, once again avoiding eye contact, and instead distracted yourself with the scenery around you.

Currently, you had the day “off” from your usual work as an IT Technician for the high profile company that was Vishkar. Quietly you were at odds with how your company would treat not only its employees, but civilians as well, however feared leaving what you enjoyed most.

It wasn’t until a mandatory business trip through various countries that you had crossed paths with the peaceful monk, whose group was seen more as defects and nuisances more than anything. It intrigued you as to what their message was and why they were acting – what you saw at the time – so different and unlike usual programming for Omnics.

Fast forward, you kept contact with the monk as an initial attempt to understand what his motive was, but soon began to question your own following the more involved you became with him. You kept your political views of Omnics to yourself and away from work, wary of drawing attention to yourself, though soon found yourself to admire and appreciate Omnics for who they were.

Your mind troubled with uncertainty with your alignment with Vishkar, in addition to the general public’s disapproval, caused more than enough stress for you, and you were internally conflicted as to what to do. Zenyatta was willing to help you through your moments of weakness, and remained supportive.

That didn’t necessarily carry well with his cyborg pupil who you encountered on more than one occasion, much to your confusion and at even at times, frustration. It struck you as odd at first that not only was Zenyatta a Master, but had a student no less. While there was a time he was largely absent, you enjoyed hearing stories of him from Zenyatta.

Following his return over the years, you found that in his company you became more anxious. He was very polite and respectable towards you, but also hard to read. The times you would make acquaintance, or spend longer hours with both him and his Master, you found yourself finding more than admiration for his student.

It pained you to be around him at times, your usual calm composure shattered with sudden clumsiness and stammering, your heart beating faster when he came near you, or even Zenyatta mentioning his name.

Removing yourself from your thoughts, you held your hands up defensively. “N-No, Zenyatta, s- … Ah, Zenyatta. That’s not who I was going to say.” It was almost as if your lie caused Zenyatta to prolong his silence, and you laughed weakly. “I promise, I meant to say, um-”

“Genji,” Zenyatta repeated, his palms placed symmetrically in his lap as he hovered before you. You felt your ears get hot, and you crossed your arms defiantly as you stared at the other. It wasn’t like Zenyatta to press your buttons in this fashion, or perhaps he was simply misunderstanding you. Tilting your head, you narrowed your [colour] eyes and sighed once more.

The weather was slightly chilly, with clouds looming overhead casting a temporary shadow over you both. Cool weather was your favourite and kept you at ease. What you were trying to do, however, was the opposite of that and only peaked your anxiety. Zenyatta was at your side for support, or so it appeared, as you wanted to speak to him about why you were so flustered around his student. It frustrated you, and Zenyatta recognized this.

“I don’t think speaking to him about this is the best of ideas, Zenyatta.” You stated, trying your best to calm your nerves as you unfolded your arms to fix your navy blouse. “After all, I can’t even understand why I’m so… Distracted. Asking to meditate between just the two of us would be… Uncanny. We don’t know one another too well. Ah, I mean, for the years I have known both you and him he’s still a mystery to me. I don’t have much to work with. He’s-” You stopped yourself from talking.

You blinked, the Omnic visibly calm as always. A soft whimper escaped your mouth and you slowly tried fixing your hair. At this point, you were trying to find any little thing to do to distract yourself but to also keep calm, though in front of your wiser friend you were quickly starting to question everything altogether. A thought crossed your mind for just a moment, and as you readied yourself to speak, you looked to the monk.

“If I am not mistaken,” Zenyatta began, “You may have, what you humans refer to, as a ‘crush’ on Genji.”

Your heart became heavy and you couldn’t feel your face from Zenyatta’s comment. Blinking, you shook your head in disbelief with a nervous laugh, trying to dismiss it. “Don’t be ridiculous, Zenyatta. That is not the case in the slightest. I’m sure there’s a reasoning as to explain my strange behaviour.” Your face was a very dark shade of red, and you didn’t notice your hands shaking slightly. “It is more than likely a result of my body experiencing a sudden change in my routine.”

Zenyatta paused. “If that is the case, why do I sense uncertainty from you?” The tone is his voice was concerning, but you couldn’t help but to retort his question. All the while, you were unsure of why you were becoming so defensive over the topic. What was wrong with you?

“It’s a biological reason, Zenyatta.” You answered abruptly, ignoring the painted blush on your cheeks still. “Perhaps I need to eat or am dehydrated. I do not have a crush on your student. That is preposterous.”

“I do not think he would mind meditating with you, [Y/N]. After all, he is a man of understanding. If he did not want your company, you would know.” While Zenyatta’s words were reassuring, you couldn’t help but feel a lump in your throat.

“Doubtful. He seems very select with the people he’s around, and I don’t think he’d enjoy his time regardless,” The latter of your words trailed off into a murmur.

“If that is how you feel, [Y/N], why not speak to him? I’m sure he’d be willing to listen.”

At this point, you felt as though you were speaking in circles with your friend. “No, this was a silly idea to begin with. I know that he- … Um, that-”

“Genji,” Zenyatta repeated his student’s name for a third time during your conversation, and at this point, you were growing tired of it. Again, Zenyatta was respectable and never one for cutting a person’s words short. You relaxed your posture for just a moment, trying to understand Zenyatta’s reasoning. Opening your mouth to speak, you were suddenly interrupted by a separate voice with added reverberation:

“Greetings, Master,”

“It is a pleasure to see you again, my student,” Zenyatta welcomed the figure, moving slightly closer to your direction. You pieced together that the times he called his pupil’s name, he was actually referring to Genji’s prescence. Or at least, you hoped the more recent time was the only instance. He looked from Genji to you, remaining quiet, as if it were your turn to speak. You felt your mouth become dry but stopped yourself from staring or appearing too anxious. “We were just speaking of you.”

“I am aware,” Genji responded, nodding to the Omnic monk. The ninja was silent with his movements, a trait that caught you off guard more than once. He walked forward and eventually stopped next to you, bowing before Zenyatta. He was taller than you, and standing next to him only made you feel smaller.

Following his bow, he turned to you and remained still. You felt his gaze but hesitated turning to make eye contact with his visor. Within the few seconds he watched you, a multitude of thoughts and scenarios raced through your mind, all becoming a jumbled mess. Your face was already hot, and feeling his stare was not helping in the slightest.

Wait, he was aware? How much of the conversation did he hear? How long has he been here? You thought, slowly beginning to plot a means of escape. In an attempt to prevent further awkwardness, you decided to speak. “Ah, um … Hello, it’s nice to see you, Genji-”

“It is a pleasure to see you as well, [Y/N].” He was silent for a moment. “If I may ask, are you feeling well? Your face is red.” He stated abruptly.

“Ah, yes.” You began, turning to look to Zenyatta, then back at him. “It was just… It’s nothing. I appreciate your concern, nonetheless.” Internally you were screaming at the thought of trying to speak further with the cyborg. Your [colour] eyes seemed to plead in an attempt, a drastic attempt, to signal to your friend to possibly change the conversation. Anything that would make you feel less awkward. The monk caught note and spoke,

“[Y/N] wanted to speak to you.”

You froze, your eyes widening at your friend’s words. Almost immediately you looked to Genji and waved your hands in opposition. “N-No, no, I didn’t mean for a meeting. Or, um, I didn’t call for us three to meet because I wanted to speak to you. I mean, I did, but perhaps not in the way Zenyatta means?” You stammered. “He’s not lying, I’m not saying he is at all. I do want to ask you about things, but, what he referred to is-”

You found yourself rambling and felt more embarrassed than you ever have before. You were making yourself look like a fool, you thought, and decided to end your rambling with a defeated, nervous laugh. Rubbing your temples, you started to step backwards, but luckily you weren’t clumsy enough to trip over anything and stumble.

Unfortunately for you, it became incredibly quiet after your ramble, with both Zenyatta and staring directly at you. Neither of them said anything as you shifted your focus between them, and neither looked amused in the slightest.

What you wouldn’t give to be at work right now.

Freckles - Vernon Scenario

admin k: it’s pretty fluffy and cute..I really like it lol 

genre: fluff

pairing: vernon x reader

word count: 700+

“Vernon, I-I don’t feel comfortable wearing this.” You said, stopping him from pushing you to try on the dress he picked out for you. This weekend, the two of you had plans to have a nice dinner with your friends and he wanted to buy you something nice to wear.

You didn’t think it through as you were distracted by how happy you were with Vernon at the time shopping for other things. When it came down to shopping for dress, it all crashes and you start to remember your insecurities.

“Why not? It’s a pretty dress babe,. Don’t worry about the price, I’ll buy whatever you like.” He tried to ease you into it but the price wasn’t what you were worrying about.

You sighed in frustration as you didn’t want to say your insecurities out loud to him. “It’s to the price…it’s just…I don’t it suits me.” You lied because truly, you were in love the dress. It was a classic red colour, maybe the slightest bit darker but still so beautiful and it looked like it would hug your curves so perfectly. It was ideal dress but only, you wished if only it showed less skin. Less skin meant less freckles would show. Less freckles would make you feel less of an outsider, less stares from others, less…weird.

You hated your freckles, there were just so many and it was all over your body. You hated showing them off, no even around Vernon.

“What do you mean it doesn’t suit you? It’s prefect, you haven’t even tried it on yet babe, just put it on for one second and-“ He continues to persuade but you had to raise your voice to get him to stop.

“No! Okay Vernon?!” You let out a breath, seeing his shocked face. “I-I’m sorry…I-I just don’t want. Can we leave please? Let’s shop some other time.” You couldn’t even look at him in his face due to embarrassment and guilt for yelling at him when he was only trying to be nice.

You trie to head out of the place but he grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Is there something wrong babe? Are you okay? Do you want to go home?” He asked, concerned for your well being.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to yell. I just…” You looked at him in his eyes as he caressed your cheek, soothing you.

He was listening to every word you had to say and you felt loved in his arms. SO loved that you opened up to him but in a soft whisper. “I don’t like how it’s going to show off all my freckles. Every little one.” You looked down but he makes you look at him in his eyes again, tilting your chin up. He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

“I love your freckles okay? They’re all beautiful. Each and every one of them. If I could, I’d kiss each and every freckle you have.” You laughed at his ridiculous thought.

He smiles. “I want to show off your freckles because it’s one of my favourite things about you. No matter what anyone says about them, just know I love them.” He gives you a chaste kiss, making you smile and nod.

“I’ll try it on.” Finally he has convinced you and you try on the dress. As said before, you loved the dress and you loved it even more now that it was on you.

You were still a bit uncomfortable about the freckles but the minute you stepped out of the change room and saw Vernon’s reaction to you in the dress, you completely forgot about your freckles and felt all so eternally beautiful.

He was jaw dropped and exaggerated his reaction quite a lot but it was so adorable you laughed til the point that you felt like your stomach was starting to ache.

He goes to hug you. “You look so beautiful. I’m so lucky to have such a pretty girl, inside and out.” You rolled your eyes playfully but hugged him back. You appreciated his ever lasting support and love for you. If anything, you were the lucky one for having the best boyfriend in the world.

Hooked On A Feeling

Author: lapetitejeanes
Featuring: Sebastian Stan / reader
Rating: NSFW, smut, oral, unprotected sex
Shot/word count: one-shot; 2345 words
Summary: Dating an actor can be hard, especially when he is away for months on end. But a surprise visit reminds you just why it’s worth it. Inspired by the below pic.

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Winter’s Child PART 2

Missiya was a problem, she cried for the majority of the night, refusing to stop unless the soldier picked her up and held her against his chest, then she would be fascinated by pulling at his harness, or chewing on the buckles. She would grab fistfuls of his hair and at one point he was trying to dissuade her from sucking on his chin. He had been holding her in his right arm whilst he opened the fridge with his left, staring into it with little interest – he relied on the handlers to provide him food and now he was going to have to remember how to cook. Winter had been half way to reaching for bread when a wet hiccup made him freeze, his jaw clenched in disgust as he turned his head down to see milky baby vomit rolling down his sleeve and chest, ’…I hate you.’ Missiya giggled and pat his cheek.

Winter put her down, unfastened his tactical gear and pulled the leather from his body, flinging it to the corner in disgust. ‘You think this is funny?’ She clapped her hands and bounced excitedly, oblivious to his ire and not comprehending that his glare was not friendly. 'Just sleep. Go to sleep and stay that way so I can work.’ He needed to eat, he had to prepare for the next phase of the mission and she was sabotaging his every effort. Winter snatched up the remote on the table and turned the television on, he didn’t watch it usually, it was always background noise for him whilst his handlers watched it, he flicked through the channels until he found something vaguely colourful and childlike – some sort of purple hippo or…dinosaur? 'Learn how to count or something.’ Winter tossed the remote back down once her eyes were glued to the screen and headed back to the kitchen, shoving a piece bread in his mouth and staring into the fridge at all the food he didn’t want or even recognise.
He didn’t usually have to provide himself sustenance and so the task frustrated him, took him away from his mission and made him think. Pulling out a cardboard box with a picture of lasagne on the front he pulled the meal out and pierced the film lid before tossing it into the microwave – a chorus of “I love you, You love me, we’re one big family” from the strange animal he now knew to be named Barney made him wish he’d just followed orders.

He spent the rest of the dark hours eating rubbery food, listening to people dressed as primary colours sing at him and cleaning his rifle as Missiya lay asleep along the outside of his thigh. When the sun began to peek through the dusty windows he picked the baby up and headed toward an empty room, she slept peacefully against his chest, her thumb stuffed into her mouth and a peaceful expression that made Winter want to hold her a little longer. Instead he placed her on the bed against the wall and used his body to block her from falling off the other side – he never moved in his sleep so he had no fear of rolling onto her. He doubted she would give him enough rest but he was asleep before he could truly gripe about it.

-

Missiya had allowed the Soldier four hours of sleep before she woke up screaming, desperate to be fed and her nappy wet against her delicate skin. He changed her and fed her before falling back onto the sofa with her on his lap, Winter switched the television onto the cartoons and leaned his head against the back of the sofa to try and catch a little more sleep whilst Missiya was distracted. His mind went through his mission, the building he needed to infiltrate, where he would have to set himself up to take his target’s life, a single shot from the sniper rifle would be sufficient and then he could escape without a soul ever knowing he was there – a ghost.
Though he knew he was running low on supplies for the baby and he backtracked his escape route so that he would pass by a baby shop… But it was cold outside and she would need warmer clothing before he left on the mission.

That was how HYDRA’s deadliest weapon ended up walking through the aisles of a baby store, a worn pair of jeans – loose enough to slip his knives into – and a black hoodie hiding as much of him as he could. Several people stared at the hooded figure, his presence was menacing but when the baby in his left arm giggled and babbled they felt a little more at ease. Blue eyes shifted left and right often, surveying the area as he picked up nappies, baby formula and food, a woman had chastised him already for buying milk powder for Missiya’s age, then he stared at clothes for so long that one of the assistants braved getting close, 'Can…I help you, Sir?’

Winter clenched his jaw and shifted Missiya in his arm before speaking quietly, 'Warm clothes, easy to put on.’ The young woman asked if he had a preferred price range and at a shake of his head she rushed about the racks, grabbing onesies, socks, shoes, tiny little mittens and anything she could get her hands on really until he told her to stop. He was almost through paying when a wet hiccup alerted him to the baby’s favourite trick of being sick down his back.

'She’s one of those kids then?’ The woman smiled and put something in his bag, 'It’s for after you feed her, saved having to wash your clothes so often… Are you burping her properly?’ Winter’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and she continued, 'New dad, right? Some babies like their backs rubbed, some are more into patting, she’s a little big to get reflux like that but it’s not unusual in formula fed babies – you should really wean her off -’

'Thank you.’ Winter interrupted and made his escape before she really got into a lecture. He returned to the safe house, changing into his tactical gear and then dressing Missiya, slightly horrified at the fuchsia onesie with a hood and floppy bunny ears. It was thick and warm, he was confident she wouldn’t be cold as he packed nappies, an extra blanket and food into his rifle bag. With her safely in her carrier the Winter Soldier began his next mission – baby at his side.

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Winter was still as death as he lay on his front in the cramped ceiling space of an old building, a few squatters had seen him but they said nothing as he climbed up into a vent with a baby. He was covered in a fine spray of frost, fingers felt numb but he knew his pressure on the trigger was perfect, his vision never faltered from the lens of his rifle – the only thing he moved was his foot. Tipping the baby carrier in a gentle rocking motion that kept Missiya in her peaceful slumber, there was an ache in his ankle from the repetitive up and down.

When his target had finally arrived at the designated spot Winter followed him carefully and waited. Waited for a clear shot, unconsciously avoiding collateral victims until finally… Finally he pulled back the trigger.

One shot.

One body.

He packed his equipment quickly and efficiently, gently tucking the baby back into her blanket before vanishing from the scene of the crime and melting into the crowds like a ghost.

TBC

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"Kiss. Please. Me." - Solangelo AU

I have been back and edited this after a few months. It needed it.

I haven’t changed any content, just made the signing in italics like I have done in my other parts

Enjoy


Nico was used to sitting in the silence, watching idly as people walked past going about their everyday lives. He watched their animated conversation and watched how their lips moved. Too fast, too slow, with beards like porcupines, teeth at awkward angles, stutters, lisps and speech impediments. People with heads in the clouds, far from understanding. It was hard. 

Nico tried not to complain about the isolation that pressed down on him every moment of everyday, but when more people than his family and friends were around him it was hard to ignore the fact that he was deaf. 

Most people left him alone, unsure of how to talk to him so they didn’t bother. The odd few that did try to speak to him tried too hard, over-enunciating their words and speaking too slow. It was frustrating. 

A tap on his shoulder made Nico look up. 

Hazel smiled down at him with familiar eyes, golden against her coffee bean coloured skin. Her cinnamon coloured hair was pulled back into a failed attempt of a bun, the unruly mess still protruding and falling in front of her eyes in a charming fashion. 

Do you want me to walk you to Biology? Hazel’s hands moved in quick gestures, perfected over the years of practice. 

Nico shook his head. Hazel said nothing (or signed nothing depending on how you look at it) but watched her brother with a concerned expression. Her lips were pursed as she flattened her dark green skirt down over her knees, ensuring the baggy white t shirt was tucked in properly before giving Nico a firm nod. She kissed Nico’s temple before walking away. 

Nico pretended not to notice how Hazel looked back before she exited the library. It had been seven years since a car accident took away Nico’s hearing, but Hazel and his friends still looked at him like he was the ten year old that was told he would never hear again. Like he was the crying mess that thought his life was over.

Nico tried to pretend the change hadn’t affected him but it was hard to trick his friends. They could see how he isolation constricted him, how the new limits that no one could have foreseen changed how he viewed the world. It was hard to lose a sense. 

Sighing, Nico picked up the book he had open - and left forgotten - on the table in front of him and made way for his Biology classroom.

Jason and Piper gestured for Nico to join them as soon as he entered the room, signing for him to hurry up before continuing to talk animatedly to the Latino boy that they had tried to teach sign language too so he could speak to Nico, but failed upon finding out that the elf-ish boy was too hyper to get the signs to look like anything understandable.

Nico was about to walk over to them when a hand on his shoulder got his attention.

The boy that Nico was met with when he turned on his heel was breathtaking. His blonde hair was plastered against his forehead, wet from what Nico assumed was the rain outside. His tanned skin was covered in freckles, cluttered around his nose and, other than his strikingly bright blue eyes, remained the most prominent feature to the boy. He looked worried as he held out his hand, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed flush together.

Nico took his phone from the boy and forced a smile into his face.

The boy opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again. It didn’t take long for Nico to figure out what was worrying the boy. He unlocked his phone and opened his notes, typing away before showing the boy his message.

If you speak clearly and not too fast I can read your lips. Just don’t do what most people do and open your mouth really wide. And look at me.

The boy nodded firmly and looked at Nico. “You left your phone in the library.”

People assume lip reading was what it said: reading lips. But it was harder than just being able to see what a person says through their lips. It was like a puzzle; a few of the words are given while others look odd and you have to try and make a sentence in your head that makes sense. After a few years it gets easier but even for Nico a pause was taken as Nico tried to understand the word ‘library’.

“Thank you.” When Nico spoke he always received the same look of shock of people. The boy was no exception to it. But the shock was taken over by amusement within seconds.

“I’m Will.” Nico tried to say his name, but the lack of vibration in his throat made it clear he was unsuccessful. So he types his name and handed his phone to Will instead. “I should go now.” Will said, pointing to the back of the room where two people stared at him in confusion. Nico assumed they had been calling Will. “Nice to meet you, Nico." 

*** 

With his message already typed on his phone Nico waited in the queue for his coffee, mind buzzing as his focus settled in the tinnitus that plagued him.

People assumed 'deaf’ meant 'living in complete silence’. Sometimes Nico wished he lived in complete silence if it meant he could get rid of the high pitched ringing he heard every waking moment.

When it was Nico’s turn to order he handed over his phone to the barista with a plastic smile and waited as she read the message.

I am deaf. Please can I have a black coffee and a blueberry muffin to stay in? My name is Nico.

She passed the phone over and nodded. Nico watched as she clicked the buttons, trying to recall if he could remember what it might sound like. He couldn’t.

He didn’t know the woman was talking to him until familiar hands touched his shoulders.

Nico met Will’s eyes with a look of confusion. Will merely smiled and gave Nico a small shove near a table for two. Nico sat down as Will walked back over to the cash register. He watched as Will spoke to the woman with a warm smile and paid, as he waited for the coffee and brought it over.

Nico already had a message typed when Will sat down.

"It’s fine, Nico.” Will reassured Nico, emptying two sachets of sugar into his cappuccino without looking away from Nico. “I’m okay buying your coffee." 

I don’t want your charity, Will.

Will’s eyes were enchanting. They seemed like an unreal shade of blue, bright and dominant to while at the same time seeming relaxed and kind.

"This isn’t charity,” Will’s words seemed to be filled with certainty. Or Nico assumed they were. “Next time you can pay. I mean, hopefully there will be a next time.” Nico could feel himself chuckle against his will. The other boy laughed at the noise and while normally Nico would have been embarrassed by the fact he couldn’t help but chuckle more.

Will’s laugh was contagious, even for those who couldn’t hear it. 

*** 

Will immediately got along with Nico friends. Jason and Percy took their regular duties of assuring the newcomer (In this case Will) of how their group worked while Reyna make it known what she would do to Will if ever he hurt Nico. Annabeth, Hazel and Piper began to question Will about his interests while Leo demanded to know how Will and Nico met in his usual boisterous fashion. Frank made idle talk with Nico about mythomagic in sign as they group interrogated the blonde boy.

What are they asking him? Nico asked Frank, gesturing over to where Will looked like he was about to be sick with Jason and Percy sitting uncomfortably close to him.

About his intentions with you. Frank explained. Jason says he doesn’t want Will to take your- Frank paused and repeated a sign to Nico, tapping his forefinger and middle finger in a 'v’ shape against his upper arm. -is this virginity?

Nico gaped at the sign and turned to his other friends, rising to his feet until he slapped both Jason and Percy across the head.

“I’m confused.” Will said after Nico had finished signing angrily to his friends. Percy hid behind Jason as their girlfriends laughed from the table opposite. “Why are you offended by that idea, Nico?”

Nico felt his pockets for his phone but came up empty. He glanced at Annabeth who nodded and Nico began to sigh his reply to her for Will.

Nico watched as her lips repeated the words he signed with a slight smirk.

“Nico said it’s not the idea he’s offended by, but the fact that Jason and Percy are being, quote. 'Cow dicks’ about it.”

Will said something in reply, something that made the group laugh, but Nico didn’t catch it. And he wasn’t in the mood to demand to know what Will said.

***

Will’s hand stilled in confusion as he tried to remember the sign.

For six months after having met up for coffee (when Nico paid) the deaf boy had been teaching Will little bits of sign language. Will picked it up as easily as any other person, understanding the concept but not perfecting the gestures even after months.

“I forgot what Facebook was.” Will admitted. Nico shook his head with a smile and repeated the gesture; his hands opening up like a book in front of his face. It wasn’t a hard one to remember.

Will continued trying to sign about how he communicated with his friends as Nico watched, sometimes correcting Will with a text or by making Will’s movements more firm. But Nico tried not to touch Will.

The feeling was beginning to become undeniable, especially as Nico watched Will try and learn a language so as to speak to him easier. And touching the blonde boy only made it harder.

“What’s 'never answers’?” Nico considered it for a moment before signing what he wanted. “How about 'short sentences’?” Nico signed it. “What about…” Will paused, eyes flickering to Nico’s for a split second before Nico dropped his back to Will’s mouth in a silent way of urging him on. “What about 'please kiss me’?”

Nico’s heart stopped. He stared at Will’s lips like he had for the past six months, but they suddenly seemed so much more daunting.

Nico moved his hands as if in a trance. He pressed his fingers of both hands together at the tips. Kiss. Then he brought his hand down from his mouth with a flat palm. Please. He pointed to himself. Me.

Before be could even look up at Will’s lips the boys came crashing down on his, soft but forceful as his hands cupped Nico’s jaw. Nico pressed into the kiss before he could think against it, but almost as soon as he pushed forward Will’s lips left his.

Will’s index finger and middle finger were in the centre of his other palm. N. His index finger touched his other middle finger. I. He made a 'c’ with his hand. C. His index finger touched his other ring finger. O.

Nico replied by signing Will’s name, faster than Will had but with shaking hands.

Will smiled tenderly at Nico before his hands crossed over his chest, making an 'x’ that Nico ever expected to see from anyone other than Hazel. I love you.


AHHHH THIS IS SHIT. Firstly, I know they are American but I only speak British Sign Language so that is what I used. Yeah.

I wanted to do something about deafness because, random fact, I’m actually deaf and i find that there are many misconceptions about how it actually is to be deaf. I also believe it is too romanticised which is why I didn’t make Nico’s life change massively by having Will in it. So yeah.

Sorry for my English.

THREE: requested by anonymous and anonymous.

“domestic/husband/father van?😁”
“van having a child with learning difficulties?”

I’m not entirely sure how this turned out, so if either of you were looking for something different, please message me and i’ll see what i can do. -soph❤️

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It was admittedly very amusing watching your husband Van trying to get Caleb to speak. He tried a different tactic each night; sometimes he’d sit on the tiled kitchen floor with washable colours, writing the words he’d try to teach him. Other times, he’d hold his bottle out of reach and try to convince him to say ‘ta’. It never worked, and Van would always end up giving in to Caleb’s whining.

Overall, it could get quite frustrating. Your mum would always tell you that it wasn’t normal for kids his age to not speak. He’d turn two in a month, and she couldn’t understand why Caleb wasn’t speaking even simple words yet. He was a happy lad, though, and that’s what mattered to you. But with your mum’s constant nagging about him not talking, you were becoming annoyed about it yourself.

But it was funny, watching Van sprawled on the floor, repeating the same words over and over, only to receive Caleb looking up to you and giggling with a cheeky smile on his little face.

“Larry’s coming over in a bit,” Van told you, as your sat on your sofa between his legs, your arms around Caleb who was watching CBeebies, his arms around the both of you.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’d rather watch Larry struggle getting him to talk than you.”

Van chuckled, kissing your neck lightly where your oversized Green Day shirt had fallen. Your son had dozed off, and you could feel his weight getting heavy against your chest. Van noticed, “I’ll take him upstairs?”

You nodded, carefully standing and passing him over. You watched Van carry him upstairs, smiling widely. The look of admiration in Van’s eyes every time he looked at Caleb was enough to make your insides goo, and your heart fall in love all over again.

There was a distinctive knock at the door just after Van came back downstairs, and you went over and let Larry in. In one hand, he held a yellow stuffed toy, and in the other, a 24 case of beer.

“Stop bringing us alcohol, Lau. There’s a one year old in this house. Take it to Bondy’s,” you told him, letting him past you. He followed you and Van into the kitchen.

He set the case down by the fridge, and you started to pack them away. “If you insist on bringing us drinks all the time, then you may as well bring us boxes of teabags,” you told him, as Van nodded in agreement.

“Where’s Caleb?” Larry asked.
“Asleep,” Van said, “we took him to that reptile place; Reptile Room or something. You know the one I mean?”

After most of the bottles were lined up neatly on the bottom shelf, you stood leaning against the countertop at Van’s side. Larry handed you the yellow stuffed toy he’d held at the door. “Just got this for him the other day. Thought I remembered you sayin’ he liked lions or something.”

“Not anymore, mate. He’s dead set on alligators now,” Van chuckled, thanking him nonetheless. You thanked him, too.

“Better step up your game, uncle Larry.”

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Caleb’s second birthday came quicker than you’d liked. Your entire house was decorated with blue and green helium ‘2’ balloons, silver banners strung from the most difficult places, neatly wrapped presents placed together in the corner of the sitting room. The kitchen table was covered in rainbow confetti, some of which had fallen onto the floor.

You and Van had been decorating throughout the night, and didn’t have much time to admire your work before you heard a gasp at the top of the stairs and Caleb came rushing down and into your arms. “Happy birthday, Caleb!”

He giggled the morning away as you took hundreds of photos. Some of them were of him opening his presents and running over to hug you after he unwrapped each one. Some of them where of you and Van pulling stupid faces, and Caleb laughing happily at you. But your favourite was one of you all you’d taken on timer. You stood in front of the fireplace, with one of the balloons behind you. Van was covered in confetti with his arm around you, and you were holding a giggly Caleb with a wrapping paper bandana in your hair. You all looked so happy; that’s what made it your favourite.

Everyone came over in the afternoon, and your house was an abundance of presents and smiles. Bondy, Benji and Bob were half sat, half laid on the floor, drawing and colouring with Caleb in between them. Yours and Van’s parents were stood mingling in the kitchen with the patio door open. A few of your neighbours, Caleb’s friends and their parents shared the garden furniture just outside the house. You, Van and a couple of your friends were sat in a dodgy circle on the grass until you heard Larry’s voice yelling over the gate to let him in.

Van got up and did so, a guffaw of laughter eliciting from his throat. “Oh my god, lid.”
“What is it?” You called.

Larry stepped into the garden, hauling a massive alligator plush on his back. The head towered above his own, the tail and part of the body trailing behind him. Between the five of you, you managed to move the toy in through the patio’s double doors and onto the floor of the living room after telling the boys to move.

Benji set Caleb at the side of the plushie once it was fully in the room. He looked over the toy in awe, his hand petting the snout and his eyes falling on the thick red ribbon tied around it’s neck.

“G… G….”

Every adult in the room stopped talking, staring straight at Caleb who pointed at the toy ecstatically. “Gator!”

Your eyes went wide, Van taking his hand from yours and placing it over his mouth. Larry stood at your side with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupid face.

“I actually cannot fucking believe that,” you said slowly, completely ignoring Larry who was laughing in triumph right next to you.

“I think you owe-”
“Don’t you dare ruin this, Larry.”

Written for the bagginshield anniversary :)

“Do you remember the day we met?” Bilbo asks, propping himself up on one elbow, fond smile on his face as he looks down at his husband. There’s a rather becoming flush on Thorin’s cheeks still, though their breathing has finally returned to normal, and his bare chest looks so lovely in the firelight that Bilbo can’t help but trace absent patterns across it with reverent fingers.

Thorin smiles, and Bilbo kisses the crinkles by his eyes because he can.

“I do,” Thorin answers, large hand playing the knobs of Bilbo’s spine like a harp, “I was rather… frustrated by how lovely you were.”

Bilbo pulls back with a frown, “Lovely? Thorin, you do realise I was there, don’t you? You called me a grocer!”

Thorin does, at least, have the grace to look a little ashamed, “Yes. Dwalin still laughs at me about that.”

“Laughs at you?”

Thorin sighs, “I am not always so rude to respectable hobbits, you know. He was well aware of the effect you had on me, even if the others were not.”

The colour on his cheeks is brighter now than it was before, and it seeps down and across his chest in a way that Bilbo would find dangerously endearing if he weren’t busy blinking in surprise.

“I – effect? Thorin, I love you dearly, but even you cannot deny that our first few months of acquaintance were rocky at best.”

Thorin hums in acknowledgment, eyes falling to watch as his own free hand comes up to cover Bilbo’s, “I did not know you then as I do now, and I admittedly did not think you were suited to our quest,” Bilbo scoffs and Thorin’s eyes meet his again with a shy smile, “But I thought you a fine thing, even then.”

Sometimes, the way Thorin looks at him makes Bilbo’s breath catch in his throat and his heart feel like it could fly. He looks at Bilbo like he can’t believe he’s there, and Bilbo has to claim another kiss before he crumbles under the weight of it.

“I suppose I thought you quite handsome,” Bilbo smiles against the king’s lips, “For such a self-important, overly serious, arrogant – ”

Bilbo yelps out a surprised laugh as Thorin, grinning, pushes him back into the bed and leans over him until his dark hair trails across Bilbo’s shoulders like silk.

“Insolent hobbit,” he admonishes, kissing the laughter from Bilbo’s lips again and again and again.

They’re smiling like a pair of fauntlings by the time they finally pull away, Thorin letting his forehead rest against Bilbo’s.

“Why did you ask, ghivashel?” Thorin murmurs, leaning back just enough to see Bilbo’s face, “About the day we met. Did you think I could forget it?”

“No, it’s just…” Bilbo smiles, twisting the marriage braid in Thorin’s hair around his finger. It’s only a few hours old and Bilbo lifts the bead at the end to his lips, “Here we are.”

Thorin reaches down to press a kiss upon Bilbo’s own marriage bead and when their eyes meet again, Thorin looks as awed as Bilbo feels. “Yes,” he breathes, eyes shining with more than just firelight, “Here we are.”

I'm Sorry

“Just let me show you how sorry I am.” Luke whispers against my neck before leading his lips all the way to mine and pressing his lips against mine

Words: 2000+

Request: No

Rating: R


“Yeah I’ll see you soon,” I mumble into the phone before pressing cancel, not waiting for Luke to say ‘I’ll see you soon,’ also. I drop my phone on the grey and black granite counter top before running my hands over my face, before tangling them into my hair. Ever since Luke came back from tour he has always been busy. I understand that he is in an up and coming band, but leaving just at the crack of dawn and not even kissing your wife and kids goodbye is not difficult. It should also be quite easy since both of our kids are a spitting image of him.

Alexis and Caleb, from the time that they entered the world they looked exactly like Luke. The same strawberry blond hair that would make any person with fake dyed blonde hair drop their jaw and beg for that hair colour. The eye colours varied though, Alexis has the lightest shade of the three of them. The nice colour of a clear sky is what Alexis eyes looked like, every room that she walked into everyone’s eyes were on her. From her hair to her eyes she was perfect, just like her brother Caleb. Except, Caleb had sapphire coloured eyes. You could easily be mesmerized with them, taking command in anything that Caleb wanted to do at the snap of a finger.

Sure, Caleb looked exactly like Alexis but the only thing that made them different was their attitude. Sure, Alexis looked like a kind hearted angel in front of a crowd but behind closed doors she was no were near innocent, well at least towards me. She isn’t bad, it’s just if you don’t give her what she wants that is when she changes from the kind hearted angel to a spoil brat. Of course she wouldn’t act this way in front of her papa, because she would get anything she wanted around Luke. Just from Alexis bottom lip jutting out when she doesn’t get a Barbie doll, Luke would be at her feet at the snap of a finger.

“Baby,” I hear Luke’s husky voice breath against my neck, making my body jolt forward which makes my hip collide with the counter. “What the fuck Luke, don’t scare me!” I exclaim, slamming my hand down on the counter while the other rubs my hip bone. “Sorry baby I forget,” Luke mumbles before pressing sweet kisses down my neck. “Yeah you forget a lot of things,” I state, before turning around and looking at Luke’s ‘Sheriff’ clad chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?’” Luke speaks. I look up at him, his steel blue eyes already peering at me. I shake my head before huffing out a sigh and dropping my head to stare down at the white and black marble floor tiles. “Now, don’t do that, answer me,” Luke speaks while using his index finger and thumb to guide my eyes back to his. I close my eyes before opening them back up and staring into Luke’s, while fumbling my bottom lip in between my teeth.

“It’s just, Luke you need to be here. You need to be home more; every time I wake up in the morning you’re not here, you don’t even kiss your kids goodbye anymore, you just leave. I need you here Luke, I need you to help me with the kids and I know that it may be tuff sometimes but can you at least try and come home to spend time with your family that barely gets to see you,” I speak before inhaling air after that long rant. I move my gaze away from the marble tile floor and to Luke eyes.

“Baby, I-I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were feeling like this. You should have told me this before or I wouldn’t have left so early in the morning, I would have stayed back and helped you with the kids. Okay, just tell me how you are feeling so we can avoid this,” Luke states while staring down at me. A smile widens across my face before I lean up on my toes and pecking a kiss to Luke’s lips. “Okay,” I say while smiling. “Ugh stop trying to be like Hazel Grace,” Luke chuckles while leaning down to my height.

“I am not trying to be like her,” I huff out while puffing out my bottom lip and crossing my arms together over my chest. “I’m sorry baby, you’re not trying to be like Hazel Grace,” Luke smiles while gripping my thighs in his large hands and picking me up before placing me upon the granite counter. “You’re trying to be like Augustus,” Luke smiles before pecking my nose, I shake my head and before leaning into Luke’s chest as he rubs small circles onto the bottom of my back.

“Are the kids still awake,” I hear Luke speak after a moment of silence. I shake my head before I hear his laugh echo against the four walls of the kitchen. “So you don’t think that we could?” Luke states while moving his hands towards my core. I remove my head from Luke’s chest and look into his eyes while slapping his hand away. “Are you crazy,” I breathe out while looking at his face that is written with a smirk. “Come on baby don’t you want to have some fun,” Luke whispers while emphasises ‘fun’, I shake my head while smiling. “Baby,” Luke breaths, while kissing up the side of my neck, before beginning to suck on the skin there, leaving purple marks in their wake. “Luke,” I moan out as he begins to suck on my sweet spot.

“Just let me show you how sorry I am.” Luke whispers against my neck before leading his lips all the way to mine and pressing his lips against mine. I moan into the kiss before tangling my hands in Luke’s slick hair, releasing a moan at the way Luke’s taste like mint chocolate. I swiped my tongue against his for invitation into the wet cavern of his mouth, his wet tongue tangling with mine deliciously. I groaned at Luke’s talented tongue, the erection in his jeans getting harder as it brushes against my practically dripping clothed core.

“Fuck,” I whimper, as I pull away from our heated kiss to scatter ones across his jaw. I heard a moan come from Luke’s chest before he removes his body off of mine, but it is soon replaced when I feel his hands tug at the bottom of my white tank. “God you’re so fucking perfect,” Luke utters out before dropping his head and licking over my nipples. I draw in a breath before tugging gently at Luke’s linear strawberry blond hair and looking into his eyes that I always find myself drifting into. “Luke, I need you now,” I moan, while he gently bites down on my nipple. I hiss at the sting but it’s soon replaced when I feel Luke press kisses down my abdomen.

“What do you want baby?” Luke breaths, against my hip before sucking a mark there. “Your mouth, please,” I moan. I get a kiss to the hips as a ‘yes’ before I feel Luke gently pushing my hips down; making me lean against the counter and watching me stare down at him as he uses his teeth to drag down my slick floral pink shorts, never breaking eye contact with me. I moan when Luke’s colossal hands, skim themselves down my body, flicking my hard nipples before continuing to run them down until they reach my thighs, massaging them in his large hands before slowly tugging down my panties and skimming his tongue down my core.

“Fuck-Fuck, Luke.” I gasped; I raise my hand from my side, coming to flick my hard nipples while Luke’s tongue dipped in and out of my heat. “God, you taste like heaven. I could eat you out all day.” Luke growled, his warm breath tickling my insides. I whimpered as I hear Luke’s chuckles threw the dimly lit kitchen. I felt Luke let go of one of my thighs – my leg dropping slightly – as he guided one finger into my heat. I moaned when I felt my tight walls hugging against his finger. “Feel how tight you are,” Luke whispered, my hips jerking when Luke’s tongue started circling my buddle of nerves. “Fucking perfect,” Luke breathed against my heat before he guided a second finger into my tight channel. I felt my body quiver as Luke started moving his hand faster, my walls starting to clench around his fingers.

All of a sudden, Luke tore his hands out and forced them into my mouth. I lapped my tongue around his fingers, swirling them around with my tongue while moaning at the sweet taste of myself. “Can’t wait to feel this around my cock again, I’d fuck you forever if I could.” Luke growled before removing his fingers from my mouth. He wiped his fingers across my lips, the wetness of me coating my lips like gloss. Luke removed himself from in between my legs, kissing his way up my body before pressing one to my lips.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper, into Luke’s mouth while playing with the bottom of his shirt. I feel Luke laugh under his breath before flicking my hands away and tugging off his shirt. “You’re so gorgeous,” I moan out, while running my hands down his bare chest, I feel Luke chuckle before dropping his shirt to the ground and pressing a kiss to my lips once again. “Please, Luke.” I moan out, I feel Luke nod his head before I hear his zipper being tugged down, while his pants and boxers are stuffed near his thighs.

The tip was dark, angry red colour while a blue vein spiraled down the underside of it. Luke gave a few pumps before slowly pushing into my heat. My head throwing against Luke’s chest while his fingers were digging into my hips as he took his time sinking into my wet center. “Feel so good. Fuck,” Luke hisses while burying his head into my neck before sinking another few inches in which caused me to cry out with frustration. “Luke,” I whine, as he just laughs before inching a little more of him inside and grunting at the tight fit. “Luke,” I whine out once more, before he finally sank the rest of him inside.

“Fuck, Y/N are you always gonna be this tight,” Luke whispered into my neck while gently biting down on my now plush skin before tugging himself out of my heat and then sinking back in. I cried out at the feeling Luke so deep inside of me. “God you’re so perfect Y/N,” Luke whispered, starting to dig his nails into my thighs while he continued to rock into me. A mewl escaped my lips when Luke reached a particular sensitive spot, nuzzling my face into Luke’s shoulder as he begin to hit my sensitive spot on point.

“Fuck, Luke please.” I gasped, sitting back as he continued to rock into me but picking up his paste. My mouth fallen open, my eyebrows scrunching together as I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm. “Stay with me,” Luke whispered, as he looked down at me. “Luke I can’t hold it, fuck.” I gasped my nails digging into his back as Luke fucked me with everything in him. Luke hand slipped from my thigh once again before I feel his thumb rub my bundle of nerves, which makes me cry out and dig my nails deeper into his back while I hear Luke hiss above me.

“Fuckin, Y/N.” Luke chocks out as my walls clamped down on his member. My mouth fell open but no words came out, not even a sound. My body quivered as the sensation of my orgasm toke over. I finally calm down, my breath coming back to me as Luke begin chasing his own orgasm, hammering into me with all his might. “Come on Luke, come for me baby,” I whimpered out which was all Luke needed to hear to be released. Luke growled out a swear, burying his head in my shoulder. His hips still moving in me as he came in long spurts inside of me.  Luke calmed down, our breath being the only thing heard in the kitchen.

“God, it gets better every time. “ Luke chuckles while slipping out of me and tugging up his boxers and jeans before helping me slip on my clothes. “Good to know,” I laugh as Luke picks me up off of the counter and begins making his way up the flight of stairs. “I guess were trying for baby number three?” I ask while smiling up at Luke who laughs before staring down at me while pushing open our bedroom door

“We sure are.”