this was before i got my glasses so my vision was basically shit

I Told You So

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2383

Warnings: injury, swearing, minor angst 

A/N: Based on anon request: What if reader gets injured or sick in some way and Bones has to treat them but he’s mad that they’re hurt (because he hates to see them hurt) and he’s kind of rude about it? And reader is anxious and doesn’t like doctors/being yelled at and he goes to apologize after but reader isn’t ready to accept and says they need some time to think about it?? Surprisingly not as angsty as I originally intended, but I hope you still enjoy it!!

“Told you so,” Bones gloated, running a dermal regenerator over the burns of your hand.

“I wouldn't’ve gotten hurt if Keenser could’ve held his sneeze two more goddamn minutes,” you grumbled. “‘It’s the last time you’ll see me for a week. Promise.”

Bones snorted. “You’ll be back in two days tops.”

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Not As Good As Her

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Hello! This is a cheating fic about Josh Dun x Reader. I am an angst whore, so this is really angsty. This is only my second top fic, so go easy on me! There will be a second part!

If you don’t like angst, you can check out my other fic Unknown Number.

You had fallen in love with Josh Dun, the drummer of twenty one pilots. How you ended up with him was a mystery to you, because he was way out of your league, but for some reason, he had feelings for you too, and you had been in a relationship for a year now. He had been on tour recently and had just came home. He had been acting weird ever since he got back. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong, and you decided to try and make him feel better, or make up for whatever you had done.

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Before the Line (Prequel) Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Clint enlists the help of a former SHIELD agent to help during Civil War, will a new friendship blossom or will it become something more?

Warnings: Fluff, Language

Words: 1499 (yeah not really a drabble)

A/N: Trying to get back into the grind of writing. Also, I didn’t edit so pardon the errors. Hopefully y’all enjoy this!

Part 3

Originally posted by weslehgibbins

As everyone leaves to suit up, I stay behind already in my fighting gear and waiting for everyone to return. I hear heavy footsteps behind me and I turn around to see the reason why I am here. Bucky Barnes. He’s dressed in an all black attire and a ski jacket which just so happened to be missing a left sleeve, exposing the terrible gift HYDRA bestowed upon him. He makes his way over to me but keeps his distance, almost as if he’s afraid to  get close to anyone, physically or emotionally, in fear of inflicting harm.

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Reach and Flexibility Pt. 1

ME2: A conversation taking place post Normandy Crash Site mission. You know the one.

Shepard rocked on her heels in front of the main battery, savoring the delayed, dizzy sway that echoed in her inebriated head. The lights in the hall had been dimmed to help facilitate regular sleep cycles. Behind her, the mess was dark and deserted. She glanced back at the black windows of the medbay and wondered how Chakwas was sleeping.

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You Don’t Work Here Anymore

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: You’re a barista in New York City, and a cute new customer has started coming to your coffee shop to work on his drawings. You begin to develop a connection with the man, who you discover his named Gerard…….but, then, tragedy strikes. 

You’d just started working at a cute, mom-and-pop coffeeshop in the big city. You loved the smell of beans roasting and bagels baking in the morning when you walked in. It was kind of hard to learn how to make all the different kinds of drinks, especially when you always had a long line. But, so far, you still thought it was a pretty cool job. You even got free coffee once in a while.

You watched the man at the furthest table from the counter out of the corner of your eye as you prepared a cappuccino. He was handsome, with long, dark hair and hazel eyes that you wished would glance your way. He’d started coming here almost every day recently, ordering a single latte and then sitting in the corner for hours, bent over his sketchbook. You were curious as to what he was working on, but you didn’t want to bother him. He seemed really shy, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him anxious.

“Hey, Y/N, can you go wipe the tables while we’re not busy?” your boss asked. “I’ll finish that cappuccino for Mrs. Benson, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, and grabbed a rag. The rush was going to start soon, and so this was the only time today you’d have time to do this. You started at the first table, wiping away donut crumbs and spilled espresso. Most of the tables weren’t that dirty, so it didn’t take you long. Soon, you were at the table beside the one where the raven-haired man sat.

You craned your neck as you scrubbed, trying to sneak a peek at his drawing. He didn’t seem to notice you were there. He was completely absorbed in his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he inked over a pencil line with laser-like focus. You saw that the sketch depicted a cartoon monkey eating pancakes.

“It’s so cute,” you said softly, unable to resist a smile.

The man jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled. His knee knocked the table when he bolted, sending his latte tumbling to the floor with a splash.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” you gasped. “Let me get a mop and clean that up for you!”

“It’s ok, it’s my fault,” the man said quietly, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser and bending down to wipe up the spill. “I, uh, didn’t see you over there.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized. “I just thought your drawing was really good.”

“Oh, well, um, thank you,” the man blushed. “I actually work at Cartoon Network, and the sketch is part of some concept art for a show idea I’m about to pitch to them, called The Breakfast Monkey.”

“That’s so cool!” you beamed, impressed. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled. “Listen, I feel really bad for making you spill your drink. I can get you a new latte on the house, if you want.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Gerard waved his hand.

“I don’t have to,” you agreed. “I want to.”

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with your manager?” Gerard asked.

“Yeah, it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll go get one for you right now. And good luck with your pitch!”

“Thanks,” Gerard smiled, playing with a lock of hair nervously. You found him even cuter now that you’d have the nerve to talk to him.

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Black & Blue (One-Shot)

Originally posted by as-valentine

Anonymous request: Could you do a one-shot where Bucky finds out reader is in a abusive relationship and he saves her from it?

Warnings: angst, violence, psychological abuse, swearing

Word count: 2127

Italics are reader’s thoughts

You had just arrived back home from work, and you weren’t surprised to see your ‘lover’ passed out on the sofa with a vodka bottle in hand. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, did you expect anything less? Brock was always an asshole when he was drunk, and he was drunk all the time. Alcoholic. 

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Oath | Ch.17 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 2464

Your heart was beating fast. Where did he come from? Why was he so angry? You did not do anything to bother him, why all the fuss? You were afraid he found out about your plan and was about to ruin everything. Taehyung was not around, there was nobody to save you now. You saw his clenched jaw and almost cried in pain as your wrist was basically being smashed in his hand. Your eyes met his, and for a second time stopped. His dark pupils gave you chills. But they did not seem like a stranger’s. What was that? He examined your face, his eyes widening in shock as your features reminded him of his lost love. Y/N? He could not believe it. This could not be real. He was hallucinating. He wanted to bring you closer, to take your mask off but it was too late. The whole room became pitch dark. That was your cue. As soon as you felt his grip loosen, you broke free, running towards the door.

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anonymous asked:

How about the RFA reacting to MC finding a big spider?

MC has been clumsy all day and they’re seriously ready for a nap, so they barely react when they drop their toothbrush under the bathroom sink. Instead they kind of just groan like a walrus and lean over to pick it up. And that’s when they spot the interloper. The biggest, hairiest spider they’ve ever seen, chilling out under the sink.

What happens next?

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The One Where You Keep Him Safe

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: You and Isaac had always ignored each other despite being neighbors your entire lives. When you get paired up with him in class, ignoring him is no longer an option, especially when you can hear his crazy father hurting him next door.

A/N: finally another isaac imagine for those of you who have been asking!

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

“Mum, where’s the coffee?” you call from the kitchen, pulling open the cupboards above the sink before finally noticing the empty jar sitting in the trash, “Great,” you mumble to yourself.

Your mum bounds down the stairs, slamming ten dollars on the counter, “Get yourself something on the way to school.”

She was fleeing out the front door before you could even complain about nearly everything in the house having run out. Your eyes travel to the empty box of cereal on the counter. Everything.

You slip the note into your pocket, slinging your bag over your shoulder. One last look in the mirror at your black jeans and oversized sweater; not much of a fashion statement but everything else was in the laundry. If you left now, you could stop by the café near the school and get a muffin. Only problem was, your mum had taken your car which left you stuck with your dad’s old motorbike. You pull one leg over and turn the key in the ignition, holding the handles firmly and trying to remember the last time you had rode it – it had to be like riding a bicycle, you tell yourself.

The engine roars to life and with half closed eyes, you find yourself going down the street. You finally open your eyes fully, suddenly wondering how awful your hair would look on the first day of school once you took this helmet off. You pull up next to the kerb beside the cafe, and stay still for a moment, looking up at the sky and it lets out a low rumble. Great.

“Hey,” a voice interrupts you, tapping you on the shoulder, “We’re going to be late,” he says, climbing onto your bike. You sit still, unsure of how to react and as you open your mouth to speak, he groans, “Please hurry up, I don’t want to be late for the first day.”

You move your arms from the handles to take your helmet off and as you do, he turns the key, twisting the handles and kicking off from the ground.

You let out a high pitch scream before grabbing the handles yourself, steadying the bike.

“You scream like a girl,” he laughs. You look at his face in the mirror and try to place it. And then it clicks; Isaac Lahey. The boy who lives next door to you.

When you pull into the school parking lot, he stretches his arms over his head, looking at you expectantly as you sit, half shocked, on the bike.

“You coming or what?” he laughs.

You slowly pull your helmet off, watching his eyes widen in surprise.


“You know my name?” you ask in surprise.

He furrows his brows together, “You live next door to me,” he shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I thought you were Scott – you have the same bike,” he apologizes. You feel embarrassed that he could’ve mistaken you for a male. He seems to pick up on it.

“Really, I just wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry – really!” he laughs nervously.

You stand up, kicking the stand out before turning to him, “Its fine, Isaac. Really.”

“Hey Isaac, where were you?! I waited for you at the café-“ Scott yells as he walks over before pausing at the sight of the two of you, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t,” you reply, turning back to Isaac, “I’ll see you around.” With that, you walk towards the front doors.

“Who was that?” Scott asks, both him and Isaac watching you disappear into the crowd.

“My neighbour,” Isaac mumbles.

“Well, what did you say to her? She was embrassed… I could smell it from across the parking lot.”

“I – I thought she was you and got onto her bike,” he sighs, his own cheeks flushing pink.

Scott’s eyes widen, “You thought she was me? And then you got onto her bike?”

Isaac buries his head in his hands, “Let’s just go inside,” he groans, clearly wanting to talk about anything else.

“Hey you,” Tracy sits down beside you, “You look lovely in your homeless hoodie,” she nudges you lightly.

“Shut up,” you grumble, “We ran out of laundry powder so all my clothes are just sitting in the hamper.”

“Still. Coming in your knickers would’ve been a better option than that,” she laughs.

“Best friend or not, I’ll kill you if you make me feel any worse,” you nudge her back and she giggles, making a zipping motion against her lips.

The teacher walks in, “Pair up,” she calls out, “With the person behind you.”

The class let’s out a collective groan. You, however, feel your breath hitch in your throat at the sight of Isaac sitting behind you. He takes Tracy’s vacated seat.

“About this morning,” he begins. You turn to him with a forced smile, “Really, it’s no big deal.”

“Good,” he smiles, “Won’t be awkward if I run into you when I take out the trash,” he laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I saw your mum this morning – she always seems to be in a rush.”

“Being a surgeon keeps you busy,” you reply with a line your mum told you for as long as you could remember.

“Still, it must be nice to have the house all to yourself.”

“And you,” you blurt out before feeling profoundly embarrassed.

He just nods silently. It was an unspoken fact that you knew about how abusive his father was. Neither of you acknowledged it despite having been in most of the same classes since freshman year. Isaac seemed to like it better that way, secretly hoping you didn’t know about it at all.

Isaac just smiles, nudging the container toward you, “I have no idea about science stuff so you’re going to have to take the lead on this one,” he whispers.
When you got home, your mum was still at the hospital and had left a voicemail that she had left her credit card on your bed for you to go get dinner and had come home at lunch to leave you the car. Your big house seemed even bigger when it was empty and every sound echoed.

It was 8:30 when you finally finished your homework and sat down in front of the television. It wasn’t long before the sound of yelling from next door made the TV inaudible.

You walk towards the window that let you see into the Lahey’s kitchen, pushing the curtain aside slightly so you could look without being seen. You had been at home for two of their more serious fights but your mother had basically locked you in your room and insisted you do nothing. She wanted nothing less than to live quietly, in peace, since your father had gotten locked up for the same reason Mr. Lahey should have been – you didn’t blame her – but at times you felt guilty for not barging in there and stopping Mr. Lahey.

You watched him yell at the top on his lungs, while Isaac seemed to cower away though he was not at fault. You flinched each time his father moved, afraid he would throw something or hit him.

“DOWNSTAIRS!” you heard him yell, after throwing a plate that hit the wall beside Isaac’s face and shattered. Isaac seemed to look more afraid at this than he had when his father had picked up a glass salad bowl to throw at him.

You watched as he cowered, walking towards the staircase before disappearing from your field of vision.

You pull your jacket over your shoulders, walking outside through your back door. You fumble hesitantly at the fence, your mother’s words echoing in your ears. But you couldn’t just leave him, not again. The other times your mum had been there to make sure you kept put, but there was nothing stopping you this time.

You hoist yourself over the fence into their backyard, landing on the wet grass with a thud. There was a long window that you were sure led to the basement and a back door. You slowly walked to it, turning the handle but it jammed halfway, locked. The window was your only option.

You slowly pulled the lever, “Thank god,” you sigh in relief, finding it open. You weren’t sure which would be more effective: going in arms or legs first. What would you even do if you went in there? You wouldn’t put it past Isaac’s dad to knock you out and throw you outside if he had to.

You lie down on your stomach, putting both legs though and sliding until you were hanging by your arms. You look over your shoulder, making sure there’s nothing underneath you before dropping down. You find yourself behind a pile of stacked storage boxes and slowly walk around it, turning the backlight on your phone on. There was no one here. Where had they disappeared to? You had seen them go down the stairs.

There was a low thud that echoed around the room followed by Isaac’s voice, “Please,” you hear him cry.

“Isaac?” you whisper, shining the light as you turn in a circle. He wasn’t anywhere. Another thud.

You turn in the direction of the sound, your eyes landing on a white freezer.

“Shit,” you whisper. You could hear the sound of his nails raking against it, his cries growing louder. You scour the shelves until you find plyers and walk over to the freezer, trying as quietly as possible to break the lock.

You could hear Isaac’s hands slamming against the top and your hands work faster, your breathing heavy. You feel tears in your eyes, worried for him and disgusted by his father.

“Fuck,” you croak, struggling with the lock. A few seconds later it falls to the floor and you slowly unravel the chain, making sure it doesn’t drop to the floor.

The lid flies open and Isaac jumps out pinning you to the floor, his hands around your throat and his eyes glowering.

“Isaac,” you choke. He was growling. He was definitely growling. You reach for your phone, shining the light between the two of you, “Isaac, it’s me!” you hiss.

There was a creak above you and his head snaps upwards. When he looks back at you, his face is familiar and he scrambles away from you. You hold back from coughing, clapping a hand to his mouth when he opens it to speak.

You press a finger to your lips as you move your hand away, “Follow me,” you whisper. You both walk towards the window and you wait for him to go up first. He offers a hand to you and pulls you up and you both proceed to jump the fence. He lands, stumbling backwards onto his back and remains there. You finally let out a cough, collapsing beside him.

“Your dad is out of his fucking mind,” you sigh.

“You’re telling me.”

You turn to him, studying his face which was still wet with tears and try to make sense of what you had seen down there. His eyes, his…fangs?

He turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath before blinking hard and looking back at you with glowing golden eyes.

You stare at him, unable to move.

“You’re not crazy,” his eyes flicker back to normal, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“W-what are you?”

He gives you a look as if to say he couldn’t say any further before his lips curl into a small smile, “Thank you. I don’t know anyone that would’ve been brave enough to do what you did – and Jackson lives across the road.”

“Yeah well Jackson is an asshole,” you huff.

“Oh yeah, the two of you dated.”

This time you turn to him and give him a look that undoubtedly said ‘shut up and don’t remind me’.

Isaac chuckles, though there’s a certain sadness behind it, “Thank you,” he repeats.

“Don’t thank me,” you sigh, “I should’ve done it earlier.”

“Better late than never,” he says standing up. When you stand up, he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder, “Thank you, y/n.”

You rub his back lightly, “You’re safe now.”

He pulls away, shaking his head, “I have to go back. When he notices I’m gone he’ll go looking for me and next time it’ll be worse.”

“Wha – No! Isaac, you can’t go back there!”

You study his face that was cut up in a few places by a plate his father had thrown, “You can’t go back,” you say softly, your hand reaching out to his cheek.

“I have nowhere else to go, right now.” He thinks about staying with Derek, but Derek had problems of his own right now. As for Scott, he couldn’t ask him again knowing how much his mother was struggling for money.

“Here. You can stay here,” you nod toward your house, “I’m not letting you go back.”

“Your mum-“

“Is never home. And she’s been through the same thing, Isaac. She’ll understand.”

He finally nods, his shoulders slumped, “Thank you,” he sighs, again.

You smile, leading him towards the back door by his hand, though it did feel more like you were dragging him, “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Are you hungry?”

He shakes his head and you look down at your own stomach as it rumbles loudly, “I take it you are,” he laughs.

“Mum left her card to get takeout,” you mumble, “I guess we could order in,” you look at him, not wanting to leave him alone. As if reading your mind, he stands up, “Don’t be silly. I see far too many pizza boxes hanging out of your bins.”

You retrieve your mum’s credit card before taking the keys off the counter and walking outside only to be halted by the sound of Isaac’s dad running from his lawn to yours and coming to a stop on the driveway.

“ISAAC!” he bellows, looking between the two of you, “Come home at once,” he lowers his voice though his face seemed to be shaking with anger.

Isaac steps protectively in front of you but you pull him back, slipping your hand into his, “Isaac and I were just going to get dinner, Mr Lahey,” you say calmly.

“Was it you?” he snarls, “You broke into my basement and took him out? I could call the cops!” he yells.

You step forward, leaning in, “But you won’t,” you step back again, returning to Isaac’s side, “And if I’m being honest, I have no clue what you’re talking about. Sounds to me like you’re implying that you had locked Isaac away somewhere and I had broken him out,” you narrow your eyes, “Which would be ridiculous because that’s abusive, Mr Lahey, and were I to call the cops, they’d lock you away.”

His face had grown red.

“It’s a good thing it’s just a misunderstanding, right?” you raise a brow.

You walk around him, your hand still in Isaac’s and unlock the car, waiting for Isaac to climb in before you sit behind the wheel.

Isaac was staring at you.

“It’s not over yet,” you mumble, turning the engine on and watching in the rear-view mirror as his dad began to storm towards your car. When he was a few meters behind the car, you shifted into reverse and slammed your foot on the accelerator, watching him scramble away, tripping over and landing on his ass before you shifted back into drive and sped off. Isaac was laughing, tears forming in his eyes, “You’re crazy, you know that right?!”

You were too filled with adrenaline to even reply, your knuckles gripping the wheel from holding on so tight. You finally catch your breath, “What do you feel like eating?” you ask him.


You nod, driving in the direction of a diner you knew. When you pull up in the parking lot, your breathing is still heavy and you begin to laugh, leaning your head against the headrest, “This is so far from my plan to eat Chinese takeaway, alone, in my pyjamas tonight,” you giggle.

“I like this plan better,” he grins at you. You realized your hand was still in his, resting on his lap. His eyes land on it too. When you begin to pull away, his grip tightens, “You make me feel safe,” he mumbles.

You turn to face him, “You don’t have to be scared anymore. I won’t let him anywhere near you.”

“If you had said that to me an hour ago, I probably would have laughed but y/n… you are a total badass.”

“Badass,” you repeat under your breath, holding your other hand out, “I’m shaking.”

“Still,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re brave.”

The air finally settled between the two of you, your breathing returning to normal and then slowly he leaned in as he listened to your heart race.

You slowly lean in too, pressing your lips to his, letting the heat of the moment consume you. You could feel his fingers tangled in your hair as you held his shirt, bunched up in your first. Isaac slowly pulls away, “As much as I’d love to keep doing this, the sound of your stomach rumbling is very distracting,” he chuckles.

You were sure it hadn’t been that loud but perhaps you had been so distracted that you didn’t notice. You nod in embarrassment, “Yeah, I should eat.”

You slowly release your belt and as you pull the door handle Isaac’s arm stretches out and pulls the door shut again, “Maybe it can wait another minute,” he whispers, leaning in again.

Jealousy Is a Pretty Color on You pt 1 (Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve x Reader 

Warnings: Fluff, language

Steve: Seriously? Sharon is actually a very nice- 


Steve: What? I don’t understand why everyone- 


Bucky: She’s a dime and all- 

We’re done with this conversation. 


It wasn’t like you wanted to be at the stupid meeting or anything… it wasn’t like you had a choice or anything… it wasn’t like you wanted to beat the living shit out of Sharon Carter or anything.

Okay, maybe that last part was a lie. 

“Ms. Y/N? Are you with us?” General Ross’s voice is stern and annoying, nothing new. 

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Game // jeon jungkook

1336 words. Jeon Jungkook.

Part | 1 | 2 | 3 |

❝ Don’t hate the player, hate the game. ❞

Originally posted by jinkooks


You hear him before you even see him. Someone slips into the seat across from you and from the peripheral vision, you know that he’s a boy with dark hair, black maybe but you couldn’t tell for sure. Glancing up through your thick rimmed glasses, you give him a not so discreet once over before sitting up and leaning against the backrest of the chair you’re sitting on.

His lips are turned upwards into a rosy smile.

If you were the naive type, you’d actually think that this gorgeous, breathtaking boy is here to talk to you; no ulterior motives present. However you’re anything but.

“I’m not doing your assignment, but I will, however, tutor you in Social Science, Psychology and Calculus. In return, you’d leave me alone after that.” You firmly utter, in final tone.

Bashful, he averts his eyes away with a small, awkward but most prominently I’m-screwed kind of smile as he rubs the back of his head. You know that you sure as hell hit the nail on the head and he sure as hell didn’t expect that.

“Uh, what if I just want to be friends with you?” He raises an eyebrow, still wearing the same awkward smile on.

You scoff at that, finding the question to be as absurd as the situation you’re in. He’s Jeon freaking Jungkook; the heartthrob of the campus, hell even the whole country if he wants to be and you’re just you; the low profile everyday study a lot student.

People like you don’t mix with people like him, not that you want to anyway. So each time someone from the popular crowd pops up in front of you when you’re alone, you know they’re up to something. It’s either they want you to do their assignment, dared to talk to you or basically anything that’s got nothing remotely close to do to being friends.

“Who dared you?” You prod further, yanking your glasses off and setting them onto the book you’ve been reading, feeling the headache knocking on the door of your head.

“I just want to be friends.” He repeats, somewhat sounding like a question which means he’s not sure what he’s trying to say himself.

You stare at him in the eye for the longest time, debating whether to take him for his words and along the way managing to make him uncomfortable until he slightly fidgets in his seat.

You expect your heated gaze would make him crack and spill the beans about how he’s dared to talk to you or maybe strike a date with you but instead he blurts out something entirely unrelated to the matter at hand.

“You’re beautiful, I see you here all the time when you don’t have class- I mean, not that I’m stalking you or anything. I just assumed you didn’t have class. Not that I’m saying you don’t have the guts to ditch class just cause you look like a goody two shoes. Not that being a goody two shoes is bad… I’ll shut up.”

He lowers his gaze in shame, realizing that he’s yapping and not making sense at the moment. But just when he thinks he lost his shot, his head perks up at the sound of your laughter filling his ears.

“Well, Jungkook, how bout some coffee as ice breaker?”

The boyish smile he had on returns full force, his rosy lips twitching up and enhancing his features.

He comes to the library almost everyday, sometimes getting hushed by the librarian whenever he gets too carried away into the conversation that his voice rises an octave and disrupts the established peace in the area.

Jungkook would apologize sheepishly and prop his head on the table, pursing his ruddy lower lips in an adorable pout. But he can’t stay quiet for five minutes because basically everything catches his attention like how he points out your horrible writing that he firstly assumes would be beautiful.

“Actually, most smart people have terrible handwriting because they need to take notes as fast as they can.” You explain your logic to which he gapes at for a whole solid minute as if he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

“Wait, did you just call yourself smart?” He asks, catching onto what you’re saying and you just deviously grin, shrugging.

Sometimes you two would go out for lunch at the nearby diner that’s packed with the students from campus but Jungkook’s always managed to get an empty table for the both of you because the girls would giggle and offer their table and leave but not before sending you a nasty look.

Jungkook, sensing the tense atmosphere, thanks them with his usual killer smile to direct the spotlight to him instead.

“You’re such a player.” You laugh off the glares you’ve been getting, finding it stupid how these girls would even get jealous of you because you and Jungkook are never going to happen.

Like ever.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Jungkook winks, a playful smirk adorning his face.

It’s been a month since you’ve been friends with Jungkook and today is the day the librarian’s had it with his shit and kicked him out but the downfall of being friends with Jeon Jungkook is that you too got kicked out. As of present, you have no place -well, nowhere familiarly pleasant- to finish your thesis.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“Look, in my defense, she’s got enhanced hearing.”

“She’s probably some alien sent here by Taehyung!”

“Oh, you probably don’t know Taehyung and the guys. I should introduce you to them sometime.”

“But that’s besides the point.”

“Will you just talk to me?!” Jungkook moans, opening his arms for dramatic effect and ending his sentence with a deep, troubled sigh.

Deeming that it’s enough silent treatment for -the first time ever- the day, that and he’s really embarrassing you with all his antics, so you turn around, looking like a volcano that’s on the brink of exploding.

“I’ve never, ever, been kicked out of the library in my whole entire life. Do you know how bad it makes me look? Like I’m some kind of troublemaker? That’s how bad!”

Jungkook gawks at you in bewilderment, eyes blinking rapidly as he drinks in your outburst and raging state until he’s smiling that cute, boyish smile. Taken off guard, you ice up as his arms go around you and envelop you into a hug, letting his cologne engulf you and dull your worries. His body vibrates against you as he chuckles, securing you in his arms.

“It’s cute that you think getting kicked out of the library is the end of the world for you.” He murmur, traces of mirth still lingering in his voice.

“Isn’t it?” You pout playfully.

At that, he hugs you tighter, releasing the butterflies that you’ve been trying to suppress all this time.


Your own footsteps echo off the walls, drumming in your ears like the soft thudding of your heart. This time, instead of meeting Jungkook at the library, or actually you waiting for him to pop up, you take the initiative to track him down. It’s not that hard though since Jungkook isn’t exactly invisible, everyone knows he and his friends hang out in the old auditorium because a bigger one is built closer to the main building. Treading down the hallway, listening to your own footstep echoing off the walls and resonating in your ears as a loyal company, you finally spot the double doors at the end. 

Voices drifts out of the gap of the hovering doors, most of them, you don’t recognize but one stands out and your heart flutters at the sound of it.

“Don’t you think you should tell her?” Someone inquires and you almost feel bad for listening in because it suddenly, it sounds personal.

“Yeah, what’s her name again?” Another one chirps up.

“_____.” That’s definitely Jungkook and all he does is mumble out your name with something that sounds like guilt.

“She at least deserves to know about the bet.”

Author’s note: might or might not be multi-parted lol. i’m v lazy.

Kissing Booth

A/N: This is a silly AU oneshot that I started writing a few months ago, when I was lurking around watching y'all but not participating in anything. I finished it now cause I needed a break from the multichapters I got going on… And some sloppily written fluff sounds half-decent after the series 3 emotional masacre.

It was prompted by this post (there’s also an upgraded version of it here) that Dunja (♥) made and the title is pretty self-explanatory. No angst in this one, for a change. It was supposed to be short and cute, but it got slightly out of hand, as usual.

Disclaimer (that’s a fancy word but idk how else to call this): If this has been done before, I’m sorry, but I’ve missed so many fics in the past … year almost, that I honestly wouldn’t know.

“Shut the fuck up, Arnold” Finn mumbled, as he shot Chop another death glare, the deathliest so far. Archie was laughing so hard that he was struggling with his breathing. See, Chop had been making kissy faces and disgusting snogging sounds for the past three minutes straight and Finn’s reactions were getting more and more hilarious by the second.

The last day of college was over, so Chop had joined Finn and Archie after class and the three of them were heading to The Swan for a celebratory pint. Despite having no idea what he’d do with his life now that he was done with school, Finn would be relishing the warmth of the sun on his exposed skin and the thought of the summer that had officially begun… if it wasn’t for Chop doin’ his head in.

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College Roommates: Part 6

Character: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1100-ish 
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape
A/N: You people keep amazing me, you’re awesome! Also the “Rules” I used in this imagine, are not ‘real’ rules! It’s just rules I made up but to my personal opinion, these rules, are definitely ‘basics’ in a S&M session but again that’s my vision and not actual ‘fact’, ‘law’ or anything. Again, let me know what you think!

Masterlist (including all parts of College Roommates)

And that’s how it got started. You’ve been to 4 Sub sessions and are now promoted too a ‘rookie’ Miss. The sessions had gone pretty well if you said so yourself. Miss Martinez was there only for your first session, the others were done by other employees, being your Dom for that session and explaining you the rules and showing you the routine.

Miss Martinez has 5 house rules.
Rule 5; Aftercare, if wanted give the sub physical aftercare by for example cleaning them up or by mental after care for example cuddling but the advice is to do both if wished for.
Rule 4; Obey the Sub’s wishes. Miss Martinez had a form that the Sub’s had to fill out with wished kinks and tools.
Rule 3; Always ask first for permission. Be polite, treat your Dom’s and your Sub’s with respect.
Rule 2; Condoms. Doesn’t matter if the Dom’s or Sub’s are using any kind of anti-conception, all intercourse is done safely with a condom! For STD reasons and unwanted pregnancies.
Rule 1, the most important one; Stay safe. When necessary never be afraid to use the safeword and never ignore the clients’ safeword. If a safeword is ignored then the staff will step in, which is why every session is monitored with camera’s.

In your sessions you only safe worded once, after being teased and spanked for to long which made you cry but at least now you know that that much teasing isn’t for you. Which made you realize why rules 1, 3 and 4 were important to you. Other then that you had been introduced to bondage/being cuffed which you had never done before and some toys. All in all it went okay and it was first odd to admit but you’ve had some crazy good orgasms in those 4 sessions.

Tonight you were going to do your first session as a Dom, the first couple of sessions you would have an extra Dom with you to make sure that everything went okay and you didn’t mind that at all. You actually appreciated it because even though everything went okay up until now, you were still nervous with every session. One of the girls you’ve met there, Carla, who is really nice and goes to another school in the district, reassured you that that was perfectly normal. The other employees, to your surprise, were actually really nice.

But back to you college/room mate situation. You haven’t spoken to Dean since last week, since your fight. The few times you had seen him you had been too exhausted from the S&M session and had gone straight to bed. Now that you think about it, it was you now who wasn’t home a lot rather then Dean for once.

Other then that, you’ve kept this a secret from everybody.  School doesn’t know, your friends don’t know, your family definitely don’t know. Nobody knows! And you’d like to keep it that way.

You just had your first Dom session. It went pretty well, the guy had pretty easy kinks and was easily satisfied. So the client was happy and you were 300 dollars richer. Good money for a 3 hour session.

You walked back into the apartment. It was late, 1 in the morning and tomorrow you had classes. “You are out late a lot lately, new job?” You made a light jump, not having noticed Dean sitting at the table, studying. “Yeah” You answered.

“You look…different?” He said out of nowhere. What? “Ow, you know, finally money for some decent food.” You said with a nervous chuckle. Dean nodded. “Well that’s good, were do you work?” Shit, uhm.. “Cleaning.” You answered. “Well, as long as it brings in the cash.” He whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” He pointed at his closed door and you raised a new eyebrow. “Number 14?” he sighed. “No, number 87.” You chuckled and you could see him smirk a bit. At least he had loosened up a bit about it. You grabbed a glass of water and sat down next to him.

He was studying English. “You doing okay?” You said pointing at the homework. He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I could use some tutoring though.” You chuckled and grabbed your glass of water. “Fat chance.” and took a sip. You couldn’t believe what you saw but you thought he was actually silently sulking and you sighed. “What are you having trouble with?” He told you and you helped him out.

He was about to grab his wallet when you stopped him. “Wow, stop. I’m not taking that.” You said offended. Dean wanted to say something but apparently decided not to and put the wallet back.

It was silent for a little while. “Dean?” “Hmm?” You fumbled around with your glass a bit, not wanting to look Dean in the eyes. “I’m sorry, what I said before… uhm you know.” He didn’t say anything at first and then you saw him put down his pencil, leaning backwards in his chair. “Yeah, me too and sorry about the vase.” You had nearly forgotten about that. “Yeah, what did happen?” He didn’t answer, so you let it go, not wanting to start a new fight with him.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter. Thank you for not throwing away the flowers.” Dean chuckled, not looking at you. “Rule number two, right?” You laughed softly, looking at the glass. “Yeah, that one.” You then looked up at him into his eyes, taking in the green as he looked back into yours and you both smiled.

“Uhm, next Thursday there is going to be a American football match. Would you like to, uhm I don’t know, come watch?” He asked pretty shyly. You weren’t used to that side of Dean but you had to admit that it was refreshing to see for once. You smiled again. “If I don’t have to work then maybe I’ll come. You play in the team, right?” “Yeah I do.” “Well if I do come, I’ll be sure to cheer you on.” You said softly as you stood up. You softly started to laugh. “Along with 87 others.” He first looked confused but then caught on. “Very funny.” He said unamused but you could hear the soft chuckle afterwards.

You chuckled, walking into the kitchen, putting your glass in the sink and walked towards your bedroom, turning to Dean before walking in. “Don’t stay up to long, Dean.” He shook his head. “I won’t.” You smiled and turned around. “Night, Dean.” You heard a faint. “Night, Y/N.” and you closed your door.

Part 7?x

Medium: Part II [Final]

Prompt: civilian!Reader X earlyTwenties!Dean where the reader finds out she has the ability to see people’s pasts when she touches them.

Word count: 3,867

Warnings: Dean likes his little bit of angst almost as much as he likes making out (both of which are here).

Author’s Note: And the second and final part is here. I enjoyed writing this. A lot. Let me know what you think?

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-Part 3-

Pairing: Pietro X Reader

Prompt: The men of the Avengers all know Pietro has a pronounced crush on you without even asking. You are completely unmindful of the fact whereas you do not even realize. Although you have an infatuation with Pietro as well your not very good at hiding it.

Warning: None, besides a little language but this is my first time writing so bear with me.

You wake up to your alarm blaring, reading 7:10 am. You groan and fall back in bed. You hear a soft knock which grabs your attention. You look at the door and see Pietro standing there in his training gear. “Hey, Cap told me to come get you up for training.” He says nervously looking from the floor and back to you. “Uh..” Silence. Few moments later, “Yeah, of course tell him I’ll be right down.” you snuggle further into your blankets. Pietro looks at you with a tilt of his head. “Right down as in?” You open your eyes to look at him. Basically a stare off is taking place before you groan, “Just give me a few minutes.” as you plop back into your comfortable bed. Pietro has a side smile on his face. “I’ll be back to get you up in a “few minutes.” He walks out the door to God knows where. Y/N can’t help but get butterflies everytime she hears his laugh, its like a drug.

You slowly get up from bed and get your training gear on. You walk out of your room into the hall to find any sign of Pietro but nothing. You shrug your shoulders and head to the training center. As you make your way in you see Nat and Clint fighting, Thor punching a dummy, and Steve jumping over shit. Wanda is learning to levitate, even herself. Vision does not seem to need much training but whatever. Pietro is running at ridiculous fast speeds in the next room, I guess practicing on controlling his powers a little more. Since I haven’t mentioned before, I have elemental manipulation. The ability to control air, earth, water, and fire. There is a lot more than just controlling them. I can teleport, transform, manipulate surfaces, create barriers, manipulate the water etc… Crazy stuff. I

I just so happen to have my own little area of all elements available to me to practice.

I start with making unbelievably strong winds that even pick up boulders. I then slam my fists onto the ground and make a giant crack through the floor.  Followed by inflaming the entire area with blue flames ahead of you.  I look up to see all the Avengers watching me train. I look back down at my hands that happen to still be in flames. I look up at the water storage and soak the entire room to rid of the wild fire. I run over to the door and meet the Avengers on the other side. Thor looks at me nodding his head, while the others look ecstatic. Clint throws his hands up in the air. “Y/N!! WTF!” You furrow your eyebrows. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Clint says with a grin on his face. “I don’t know, I just kind of did it.” you say with shrug of your shoulders. Pietro looks up from the room he practices in to see the team all across the room. He quickly brings himself to the group. “What’s going on guys?” “Well, Y/N just..” Nat goes to say before Clint interrupts her. “WE’VE JUST SEEN ANOTHER SIDE OF Y/N’S POWERS. IT WAS SICK!” Pietro looks over at you making you divert your attention to him. He stares at you looking you up and down. “How so?” You go to say something but someone cuts you off. “She DESTROYED the place, she created an earthquake with fire!!!!” Clint says waving his hands in the air. Pietro looks back at you from Clint with a big smile on his face.

Pietro, as he looks at you with admiration. “Really? Well looks like our team just got a little more interesting.” He winks at you. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens slightly in a bit of shock cause that’s the first time he even MILDLY flirted with you.  You almost speed walk out of the training center. Pietro watches as you leave and then takes his leave with a smile at the others. Clint wears an humorous, annoyed grin on his face as he faces the others. Wanda looks at Clint and mouths “Its almost time.” The others look at each other before making their separate ways leaving Wanda behind.  Wanda turns toward her brother as he exits the room and runs after him. Pietro spots you before you walk in your room and smiles before putting his handle on his own door. “Pietro!” He hears his sister say behind him. He turns around. “Are you ok?” Wanda drops her shoulders from running and huffs. “Yes, I am fine. I just wanted to talk to you.” She gestures him to follow her. They head out to the hall opposite their rooms where the glass windows are.

Wanda leans against the railing. “So the team and I came up with an idea.” Pietro furrows his eyebrows. “An idea? For what?” he says. She looks up at him. “We want to throw Y/N a surprise 21st birthday party!”  Pietro’s eyes light up in mention of you. He only nods his head with a smile on his face. Wanda squints her eyes and gives out a chuckle. “Alright brother, thats all I wanted to tell you.” As she begins to walk away.  Pietro in deep thought snaps out of it as he hears his sister start to walk away. “Wanda…wait.” He says running up to her. “Are we doing presents or anything?” Wanda looks at her brother for a moment before standing up straight and smile beaming. “Of course.” She says in a sinister way. Pietro smiles and runs to his room. Wanda thinks to herself that this is not how she had seen this going but hell yeah! She bites her lip and mumbles a quick “yes.”


Ok how was it? I felt a bit iffy about it. I feel like its boring. OH WELL but tell me what you think and if you liked it! thank you!! 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Pairing: James Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Modern, non-magical, airport bar AU

Word Count: 724

Written For: @reghoulus [w h y ??????????????] + @takeupserpents [pls feel better ily a lot <3]

James spends his thirty-fifth birthday in an airport.

Because he’d missed his connecting mid-afternoon flight to Brussels and of course he couldn’t get another one for at least twelve hours due to the whole media circus clusterfuck surrounding the coronation—his ex-wife’s coronation, Jesus, Ben Affleck was going to make a movie about this one day and James was probably going to be played by, like, the bat-shit Franco brother and have a drinking problem

He sighs into his tumbler of Glenfiddich and looks glumly at the mahogany paneled walls of the British Airways Executive Club lounge. He’s mostly alone; it’s just him and the graciously silent bartender and a dark-haired girl in an expensive leather jacket who appears to be much too young to be sitting by herself with a single wine glass and a half-full bottle of Tanqueray—she’s wearing neon-pink lipstick and onyx-black eyeliner that’s winged off into rather terrifyingly sharp points and she’s pretty in an intimidating sort of way.

James squints.

Shuts one eye.

Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

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Imagine #53



You and Luke had been dating for almost a year to only end it with a terrible breakup. Screaming and crying. Constant flashbacks from the fight invaded your brain more often than you would have liked to admit. You tried though. You tried your hardest to continue your life. It was hard with constant new rumors about Luke and even yourself. It was hard to leave the house when paparazzi were flashing their cameras at you while you smiled, trying so hard to keep yourself composed.  

Sitting on the floor of your kitchen the flashbacks started again. Gripping your hair in both hands you leaned down refusing to let the sob building in your throat cry out.  

“Why do you always blame me?!” Luke screamed from across the room. “This relationship has two people in it (Y/N) it’s not just me, so don’t fucking blame ME that it’s going to shit”
“It is your fault! all you do is leave me here alone, and you don’t make time for me and it sucks!”
Luke’s hands were balled into fists as he passed back and fourth before swiping at a cup on the table making it shatter into pieces against the wall.  
Flinching you looked at the broken mess.  
“I hate you” You whispered.
“What?” Luke said turning to face you.
Tears were rolling down your face. “You heard me” You choked. “Right now, I hate you, I hate everything about you right now”
Tears welled up in his eyes but they didn’t dare fall.  
“I’m done with this shit” he said reaching for his jacket. “Were done” He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. Leaving you alone with your thoughts and the broken glass. Falling to the floor you cried out everything you tried to hold in while standing in front of him. Clutching yourself because if you didn’t it felt like you would fall apart even more than you already were.  

It was your fault. You never told Luke anything and it seemed like you were keeping so many secrets from him and he finally got upset. There were so many things he just wouldn’t understand and so many things you couldn’t bare to let him know. He wouldn’t want to date the girl with scars on her body. He wouldn’t want to date the girl who felt so broken inside that the only way to cope was inflicting pain on herself. He wouldn’t want to date the girl who couldn’t be happy for long because she believed something had to go wrong cause no one can be that happy for so long. He wouldn’t want to be with you.  

Opening your eyes you felt hot tears roll down your cheeks but you quickly whipped them away. Standing up and making your way to your room you changed into a long sleeved dress. You had been invited to a party, and were getting paid for making an appearance. The dress was black and had tiny sparkles in it, reflecting the light in the most beautiful way. Putting makeup on you made yourself up smiling at yourself before putting on your shoes and grabbing your bag.  

Making your way down the street getting closer to the location you sneaked in through the back so no one would see you into the dim lit club. The music was loud and it made your heart race but you went straight to the bar and ordered a water. Clutching the cold drink in your hand you felt yourself calm down but only slightly. Doing appearances was still strange to you. You had basically created this fake persona that people claimed to know so well.  

Smiling and slightly dancing to the music people took photos of you pretending to have a good time. After about an hour you decide to leave. Exiting through the front entrance so when paparazzi took pictures it’ll give the media something good to talk about. Rounding the corner the paparazzi followed, snapping pictures and asking obscure questions which to most of them, you ignored.  
“What was it like being Lukes slut for a week”
“Did he leave you because of the way you dress?”
“Does he know you’ve been to the doctors a lot lately?”
Anger built up inside you. Why did they have to constantly remind you that you and Luke were no longer together.
“Can you just fuck off?” You asked throwing your hands up in frustration. Pushing through them you made your way to the all black car waiting for you, stumbling towards the door and getting inside holding your head in your hands.  
“Are you alright ma'am?” the driver asked.  
“Yeah I’m fine” you paused to take a deep breath. “Just get me out of here”

About a week later you’re woken up to loud banging on your apartment door. Stumbling out of bed in an oversized t shirt you made it to the door; standing on your tippy toes to see through the peep hole. Your stomach dropped as you see a very concerned looking Luke.
Unlocking the door you slowly pull it open seeing the tall rugged looking boy in front of you.  
“Can I come in?”
You nod and open the door more for him letting him step inside.  
“Sit down” he said to you.  
You calmly listened and he sat on the coffee table in front of you with his phone in his hands. He turned up the brightness and handed it to you. It was a picture of you the night you made your appearance at the club. Only whilst getting into the car your sleeve was pushed up a little so you could see old cuts that remained and your one leg stepping into the car revealed more on your upper thigh.  
“Oh” you said quietly handing Lukes phone back to him.
“(Y/N) what’s going on?”
“It’s nothing Luke don’t even worry about it” You said waving your hand. Luke caught it and pulled it towards him.  
“Babe look at you” He said running his hands over the raised scars.  
“I’m not your babe anymore remember” You said pulling your hand away from him.
“I know… but I want to change that”
You look up at him with blurry vision as the tears welled in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“I made a mistake. And I got upset, and by the time I realized it I felt like I had lost you. Every time a new picture of you showed up on the internet you looked better and better and I felt like you had moved on, but the other night… at the club, you looked so upset, and those paps wouldn’t leave you alone, and when I saw the video I just wanted to be able to protect you again… to be able to pull you into my side when the crowds got to big, or when the comments got to mean, but I can’t because I didn’t think, and I didn’t try to solve anything, I just kept getting mad and making it seem like it was all your fault and I’m fucking sorry for that, I don’t expect you to take me back, or forgive me, but I need you in my life one way or another”
There was a moment of silence as you went over his words in your head.
“Did I do this to you” He said running his hand over the scars on your thigh.
“God no Luke” You bent down on your knees in between his legs and lifted his head up to look at you. “You never hurt me intentionally, sometimes when you yelled or threw things it scared me  but you never hurt me. I don’t like when you yell. You don’t talk things through, you just get mad and it’s scary, I don’t like it. It doesn’t help that I’m stubborn and make it seem like I’m not listening when I swear I am. if were going to try to be together again we have to actually try, and not get into so many fights alright? And Luke I never told you how broken I was because I felt like you wouldn’t want me… You wouldn’t want the girl who suffers from her own mind sometimes, and that scared me. I felt like you might not accept me because a lot of people don’t and they treat me like I’m this thin bridge made of glass, but no one seems to realize how strong I am, how I’m fighting everyday to be here, to live the best life I can live because even though I doubt it sometimes I know I fucking deserve it. For the first time in a long time I got up the courage to start seeing a therapist, and I’m on medication and I’m getting better Luke but it’s not going to always be easy, I get sad and moody and sometimes it’s for no reason but if you promise to work with me we can do this… I love you and I never wanted to leave you in the first place…”
A single tear rolled down his face as he pulled you up and into the tightest hug. Burying his face into your shoulder letting out a few sobs.  
“I fucking love you (Y/N) and I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done… We can do this. I believe in you and I believe in us”