trying to get back to my request list

Real // Lip Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by imxginxsforyou

a/n: Sorry I haven’t written in a few days, I’m going to try to get back on track for writing so go ahead and send in some requests!!

Prompt: “You don’t have to leave so soon” from this prompt list

Lip Gallagher x reader

Waking up to the sound of a dozen kids yelling at the top of their lungs wasn’t your ideal way of starting the morning. 

You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow to muffle the sound coming from downstairs. 

“That daycare my sister is running will actually be the end of me,” Lip mumbled next to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. 

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anonymous asked:

OMG please make a continuation of the jimin drabble!! I need more angst!!! Let reader find out about him cheating !!

READ PART 1 HERE: http://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156704576214/jimin-70

PART 2:

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “Did you buy me… lingerie?” 

Genre: Angst

Imagine Summary: You find a box of lingerie on your shared bed with Jimin, but it might not be for you.

After what feels like hours, I finally stop crying. Now I feel as though I’ve been removed from my own body. Like I’m a spirit who watches from afar as my limp body just lays on the bed, tear-stained and broken. Eventually, I do fall asleep.

The next morning is difficult. I wake up and immediately find that Jimin still didn’t return home. Our fight seems so stupid to me now. He just wanted to surprise me. Me. A plethora of “What if’s” and “doubts” tingle my brain but I brush them off. Jimin loves me. Only me.

I look down at my finger and see the promise ring Jimin gave me for our three year anniversary. I remember he told me how much I’ve changed his life and how he wanted to give me a token of his love. I smiled, all of my doubts vanishing in an instant.

With no job, I decided that I could clean up the house. I decided to start with the bathroom in our master bedroom. Listening to some music on my headphones, my mood began to lift. A couple of minutes into the third song, I hear our door open. Immediately a smile takes over my face. I really missed Jimin, no matter how rude he was last night.

I was about to step out of the bathroom when I hears a female giggle approaching the room. I quickly switched off the bathroom light and hid behind the door.

“How do you know she isn’t coming home?” The girl’s voice asked.

“She’s working.” Jimin said. His voice was a bit muffled though. I heard the girl laugh again.

“Are you sure?”She asked again. Jimin shushed her. “Enough about her. I just want you.” Then the girl shrieked and then all I heard were the sounds of their lips against each other. I looked at myself in the mirror and was disgusted at my reflection. I wanted to cry so bad. But I would not give them the satisfaction.

I told myself that I had to be strong for the next five minutes and it would all be over and I could cry later.

I slammed the bathroom door wide open and screamed, “Get the fuck off my bed you disgusting fucks!”

I moved towards them with the jug of soapy water I had been using to clean the bathroom and threw it on to the their tangled bodies.

“Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jimin screeched.

He got off the bed soaked. He was completely shocked. Bastard.

“Y/N.. I..” He began to stutter.

“So this is who the skank lingerie was for? Your side hoe.” The girl who was struggling to put on her shirt gasped. “Oh? Don’t tell me you didn’t know you were just a plaything on the side.”

“Y/N. It’s not her fault. This is on me. Baby I’m so sorry.”

Baby? I began to laugh hysterically. I felt tears brim in my eyes. This would probably be the last time he’d refer to me as that.

“Jimin if the water wasn’t clear enough. We’re done.” I took off my ring and threw it. “Now get the fuck out of this house.”

The girl scrambled to the door and seconds later I heard the front door slam. I went into the closet and got out one of our overnight bags. I started stuffing a bunch of Jimin’s clothes inside. “Here take this. Go after your ‘friend” and sleepover-” Then it hit me. How many times had Jimin used that excuse? Sleeping at a friends?

My strong facade was beginning to fade. “Y/N. No. Don’t do this. Don’t do this to us.”

“Do not put this on me Jimin!”I was starting to cry now. I threw the bag at him and went to the front door to open it for him. Jimin ran after and put his arms around me from behind. “Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I love you. It was a mistake! I made a mistake.” He was rambling frantically. I shook myself out of his embrace.

Shamelessly he got down on his knees in front of me and hugged my waist. “Y/N, It’s us. It’s always been us.” I was trying to hold in my sobs.

“No Jimin. It was us. Now it’s just me, and it’s just you.” I pushed him off me and picked up my shoes. 

“You better be gone before I get back.” I walked out the front door. I expected Jimi to come after me but he didn’t. I wanted him to, but he didn’t.

——- A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this send us a request or use our prompt list here: https://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156337883189/prompt-list-requests

~Armygirl

A Relationship with Warren Worthington Would Include...

Originally posted by couplenotes

A/N: I’m trying to get back into writing and i know i’ve done ‘Dating’ with Warren Worthington before but I had this request on my list as well, even though i couldn’t find the original request, let me know what you think maybe? xx

Tagging: @quicksilverbells and @notsofastmaximoff 

  • Snuggling with him encased in his wings
  • He’d be a shy little birb at first, but as soon as he felt comfortable with your relationship out in public he’d be all over you
  • Like trying to be subtle/ not so subtle PDA though
  • Sliding his hand from your waist to your bum when you’re walking about
  • Nuzzling into your neck and leaving faint love bites there
  • Flowers randomly appear in your room and he denies all knowledge of putting them there, despite the fact he’s the only one who knows wat your favourite flower is
  • Warren really tries but he can’t make a good cup of tea/coffee to save his life
  • He is however fantastic at hot chocolates, you don’t know how and every time you ask he just taps his nose and winks at you
  • Watching him work out on the bars and him catching you staring
  • Winking at him when he does because you are not shy about appreciating that fine body
  • Hiding his shirts so he has to walk around shirtless all the time, not that he needs much persuasion
  • Getting a dog together and naming him Crumble or Rascal or something; ether cute or Warren attempting to be badass via his dog
  • Warren picking outfits out for you and looking questioningly for your approval
  • Some of them may be a bit to risqué for public but that doesn’t stop you grabbing one from him occasionally and slipping into it, just for him
Hello I’m back!

Dear all,

After a VERY grueling six months or so, I have found a job! This is good news, as my current job is ending very soon. This means that I would like to dust off the ol’ blog and see if I haven’t totally destroyed my following by disappearing for many months!

I have just opened up askbleachlists (askbleachlists.tumblr.com) to requests (!!) so that I can get a few. I don’t yet know what sort of writing schedule I’ll be able to manage (I am getting married in less than a month!) but hopefully a few lists a week. If and when I get Bleachlists integrated back into my life, I’ll try to figure out a regular schedule for you all. 

Thank you again, so much, for your patience and for the kind messages I got throughout my hiatus!

~Your friendly Bleach Lists Girl 

Title: Miss Me

Warnings: *SMUT* Beware, children.

Request: Hi do you think you could do a Morgan Rielly smut? Btw I love your imagines!!!!💙

Note: I’m slowly but surely getting through the current list of requests. Let me know what you think of this one!

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


 “At the beginning of the season, did you expect the team to make it this far?” the reporter asked. You saw Morgan’s eyes narrow slightly before answering the question. You rolled your eyes from the back of the room. These journalists were only trying to do their jobs, but fuck, couldn’t someone come up with an original question anymore?

“Um, yeah, ya know. We go into every season with the goal of making it to the finals, to win the Cup. It just didn’t come together for us this year. From where we were in the standings last year, I think we had a hell of a run.” Morgan said from the table, his expression blank. “Winning the Cup; that’s always the goal. We’re ready for next year.” Cameras continued to flash; more reporters waiting to be acknowledged. 

“This year you were tied with your rookie season for a career low in points, do you think that had a major impact on the season?”

Dropping your head back in disbelief, you accidentally bumped it on the wall behind you. Wincing as you rubbed the back of your head, you watched as Morgan tensed up, preparing another generic answer. “Yeah, I mean, that wasn’t the goal for this season. Every time you’re contributing less to your team than you have in the past, it’s not a good feeling, you know? Only thing we can do now is focus on next season.”

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✧・゚yoonkook fic recs・゚✧

Hello! This is part 1 of my yoonkook fic recs (cause trust me I have much much more) Anyway, just a heads up, you may see some of these *** things; those indicate my personal favorites. Also if you have any questions or just want to spazz about sugakookie my inbox is always open! I use twitter a LOT more than I do tumblr so here: ciara’s twitter So now that that’s taken care of let’s get started!

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby***

The soulmate/soulbond au where Yoongi is part of a famous rap duo and Jungkook is his diligent fanboy, they meet at a fansign and things escalate from there

(alt. Yoongi didn’t sign up for this)

(my notes: FREAKING MASTERPIECE)

Fool me Once

Yoongi is thirty years old and alone. He’s got a watered-down version of his dream job (working for a small-town paper writing fluff pieces and ghostwriting the advice column), an older sister who won’t stop trying to set him up with every girl she knows, and today is his parents’ fortieth anniversary.

Maybe if he was happier he wouldn’t have pretended to be someone else’s blind date in the middle of the train station.


The Garden Of Eden***

the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.


olympus**

“you say that now,” namjoon, a son of athena, states. “but in the future, you never know what might change.”

“trust me, if i am felled, it won’t be because of love,” yoongi tells him stiffly.


first impressions***

“you’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you” AU

Those candles aren’t the only ones getting fired up

Written from these two prompts:

“i own a candle store and some cute weirdo comes in every day to smell the candles but they have never actually bought any and they literally run away when i ask if they need help” au

“i love smelling candles in this candle store but this cute employee keeps walking up to me and asking me if i need help and i always get super embarrassed and run away” au

soft melodies and even softer touches*

22:39;

I see the way you look at me, hyung.

Yoongi’s world stands still, and in that moment, he wants nothing more than to wring Jimin’s neck. It’s Jeongguk, it has to be Jeongguk, who else would it be? Yoongi knows many dancers–unfortunately Jimin’s one of them–but there’s only one that he’s on close terms with, and whose number he doesn’t have.

Jeongguk. It’s Jeongguk. It’s fucking Jeongguk.

(OR: Jeongguk’s a contemporary dancer, and Yoongi is his academy’s pianist).

Beauty and The Beast ***

Jungkook didn’t completely understand what was going on, and he wasn’t sure if he believed in the whole true love thing, but he did know one thing. Yoongi was the single most lonely broken thing he had ever seen in his entire life and something deep inside of his bones screamed at him to fix it. So, He was going to fix it. Or perhaps die trying.

 (my notes: i’m gonna go die this is so magical)


trust yourself to me

jungkook isn’t one for clubs and yoongi hates his job.

Can we pretend a little longer?***

 Written from a request prompt:

“we’re only engaged to get our parents off our backs and you’re in love with somebody else so feel free to hook up with them idc i’m not jealous (yes i am)” x SugaKookie

baby (don’t be so elusive)***

 no one said finding yoongi was going to be easy. (soulmate au)

 

your love is such a sugar rush (and i can never get enough)

 A List of Things Jeon Jungkook Expects Min Yoongi to Do to Him After Jungkook Accidentally Calls Him Short:

1.) Take back the green apple sour tapes he gave to Jungkook.

2.) Punch him square in the jaw.

3.) Spit a diss rap he made on the spot at Jungkook’s face.

4.) Glare at him until he withers and dies, leaving his life horribly unaccomplished. (Out of the four options, this is the one Jungkook preferred the most.)

the feeling of you*

 within one moment and the next, jungkook takes his finger in his mouth, slowly, lips hollowed around yoongi’s thumb.

 

Loving You (It’s All I Know)***

 Jeongguk is a sunflower and Yoongi is his sun. It takes a long time for him to understand what that means.

Alternatively, Yoongi saves Jeongguk from a playground bully and the rest is history.


Color Swept me off my Feet *

In which Namjoon is an asshole friend who disses Yoongi’s style and Yoongi reluctantly drags himself to get a haircut. Also in which Jeongguk is the hairdresser on whom Yoongi develops a mortifying teenage crush and it all goes to hell from there, with a lot of help from well-meaning friends. (Or: Yoongi changes his hair color a gazillion times.)

Color Psychology

 Hoseok tries to improve Yoongi’s non-existent love life by setting him up on a blind date with his co-worker. Yoongi’s flashy dye-job wasn’t part of the equation, though.

One Song Glory**

 When Yoongi gets a drunken call from Jimin’s friend Jeongguk in the middle of the night, he’s ready to blow him off and go back to sleep. He never expected to end up doling out life advice and driving the kid home across half of Seoul.

the rest is fiction***

 his mom says that his partner may have the same dilemma as him, not knowing what to write in the notebook they share. yoongi wonders if his soulmate is even alive at this point.

Behind Every Corner Is A Stolen Kiss***

 Jeon Jungkook is a 5th year Gryffindor with a secret but secrets grow heavy on the heart and stolen kisses are, oh, so sweet and so is a certain Slytherin.

 

(my notes: I love harry potter aus omg)

donut know what I’d do without you**

When Jeongguk follows the familiar route to the shop, he realizes that, despite feeling absolutely mortified with every interaction, Jeongguk almost wants to see if Blondie is there. The coffee and donuts are good, sure, but a part of him wants to find out what Blondie plans on saying next despite Jeongguk always being the butt of the joke.

He starts to wonder if he has masochistic tendencies.

(or AU where Yoongi works at a Krispy Kreme and Jeongguk is a regular. Jeongguk may or may not be smitten).


Teacup Pup*

Yoongi didn’t expect to be starting a family with his boyfriend so soon.


ride out to the storm with you***

 babysitting a field operative who probably has the shittiest measure of danger is definitely not a part of yoongi’s job description. but that’s what he still ends up doing half the time, anyway.

baby, it’s cold outside***

 yoongi was pretty sure that this was the moment he knew he was in love. (part 1 of christmas special)

(my notes: XIAJIN I LOVE YOU)

your eyes are like starlight now*

 jungkook falls in love with baking after he falls in love with singing.

(part 2 of christmas special)

그 손을 내밀어줘, Save Me***

 That’s when Min Yoongi, self-declared ‘simple man’, turned the corner onto his street, mid-yawn, his breath escaping with a small squeak he’d never admit he made, when he collided into another body, and his ‘simple man’ life was thrown into chaos.

In which Jungkook is angry, nearly a high school drop out, and alone, and Yoongi is an adult who is struggling, and somehow, they find someone to save them in each other.

(part 1 of you shine so bright)


The Best of Me, 나 너밖에 없지***

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the performance, two weeks since he and Jungkook had that silly little Romeo and Juliet talk. Silly and dumb, maybe, but the thought still made Yoongi smile, even in his groggy, half-asleep state. Nothing had really changed, per say, nothing except for the kissing. God, the kissing… Jungkook kissed, for all his inexperience, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

 

Jungkook was still a little shit, Yoongi still indulged him. Days were long, nights were longer, and Yoongi loved Jungkook with more ardor than he’d ever thought possible. It was a pity he didn’t seem to be what Jungkook needed.


you’re under arrest (for stealing my heart)*

It should be illegal for Jungkook to be so good looking.


Stupid Cupid

Min Yoongi literally gets clotheslined by love and he is so, so pissed about it.

OR: That time Jeongguk made Yoongi cough up flowers.


Sneeze once; I hate you. Sneeze twice; We’re Doomed.*

Jeon Jeongguk used to imagine himself being brave and confident in front of his soulmate. It wasn’t until he realised that his soulmate is a gorgeous (and serious-looking) man dressed in all-black that he started to doubt the whole soulmate thing altogether.

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Soulmate AU in which you sneeze at the same time as your soulmate. No exceptions. You have a flu? Your soulmate sneezes it all out with you. Your nose itches? Your soulmate finds out through experience.


do it like me***

min yoongi the cop… gets feelings for local housekeeper aka neighbor who’s cute af

(or: a darker heart to heart au/spin off.)

(not finished but oohhhhh my god xiajin kill me)


coffee and a date **

when jungkook hears his boss, seokjin, say: “we’re going to have a new promotion!” his body locks the fuck up. like, legitimately - he stiffens, eyes widening in horror.


sun child***

so jungkook lives like this. curiosity may take him from time to time, but it always disappears with something new to do. he doesn’t mind his existence in the tower, nor does he question why he’s always left inside there, nor does he wish to leave.

there’s maybe, only like, one time he wants to leave. jungkook never asks, because he knows his mother will say no; yet still he keeps it in mind, records the dates for that day to come, and paints where his mother won’t see.

other than that, jungkook is fine. he is.


(tangled au i’m literally dying i love tangled so much and this is beautiful i’ve reread it like 5 times thank you so much xiajin (as you can tell xiajin’s writing is amazing read all of her fics you won’t regret it))


siren song***

the thing about jungkook is that he’s a bit of a spacey witch.


forget yesterday***

there is a scar on his cheek. he covers it up with makeup. one day he’ll be able to look at himself without wanting to erase himself completely.

(my notes: I love this one a lot pls read it)


twenty first century boy*

he thinks it’s a problem. it should be a problem. yoongi wonders what he’s doing and - and he doesn’t know how to make himself stop. doesn’t know if he even wants to.


How to Omega

“Can’t we just change it?” Jimin asked. They were huddled around their manager’s laptop looking at Jungkook’s public profile. Underneath his birth date was his wolf status, Alpha, in glowing red.

“Then the company will end up looking like a liar,” their manager moaned piteously.

(Or, the one where Jungkook wasn’t as alpha as everyone expected him to be.)


color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways)**

yoongi and jungkook get put together in a hotel room for the next tour.

just the two of them


find some new friends

“kid, you threw up on my shoes. i think we’re past the formalities. you can just call me hyung.”

“…i’m pretty sure i’m older.”

“…your armband is for teens under eighteen. i’m over eighteen. i’m the hyung.”

“…you’re really over eighteen?”

“born in ninety-three, punk. let me guess. ninety-nine?”

“ninety-seven!”


All My Loving

The said customer practically stomps his way to them and slams 23,000 won on the counter. He huffs and rips his mask off his face and says in the lowest and most serious voice Jungkook had ever heard in his life;

“I’m looking for a flower that passive-aggressively says ‘shut the fuck up’.”


Red

Min Yoongi just really hates the color red.

Dating Archie Andrews Would Include...

Okay I LOVE RIVERDALE and I am high key in an Archie mood rn lmk what y'all think!! This is on mobile so f there’s any errors I’m sorry but I’ll try to correct them tm! Also friends this week is super busy with school stuff and family atuff so I’m slowly getting through the imagines in my inbox but I have like 19 to get through so I wanna make them good but I can only do so much on mobile so like if you want something request a Drabble or a list thingy like this idk lol it’s short and easy to do on mobile cuz I feel bad I’ve been so inactive but I’ll be back soon hopefully xoxo 


Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

  •  being the first one to notice his glo up bc he’s helping build your front porch over the summer
  •  making sure to sunbathe outside in your skimpiest bikini while he’s there 
  •  him finally just asking you out 
  • PoWeR cOuPlE amiright 
  • wearing his football jersey to games 
  • being front row whenever he plays a show
  •  "baaaaabeeee Archie cutie sweetie honey pie write a song about me"
  •  spending more time with Vegas than with Archie 
  • HIS ABS 
  • “y/n I love you but you have an unhealthy attachment to Vegas and honestly im not really sure if you’re dating me for me or for my dog" 
  • "you know i love you but my moms allergic to Vegas and not to you so like Vegas is a rare commodity in my limited canine economy" 
  • "I love it when you talk nerdy to me" 
  • movie nights in his basement with old eighties films 
  • wearing his varsity lettermans jacket and stealing his oversized sweatshirt 
  • Archie not speaking to Jughead for a week because Archie tried to get you to sleep over ;) but Jughead refused to leave his air mattress because he knew what Arch planned 
  • going to flea markets and shopping for old vinyl records tg 
  • studying dates where Archie tries to distract you but you make sure he stays on task by rewarding him with milkshakes 
  • sharing a shake at Pops then Archie getting pissed when you ate the cherry until Pop came over with another one for him 
  • you sleepily curled up next to him while he absentmindedly strums and writes 
  • DIMPLES 
  • "arch I think I’m falling in love with you" 
  • "I already fell." 
  • Fred loving you like a daughter 
  • "Archie you actually have an eight pack and that’s just not fair because when I eat three burgers and a large fry I gain ten pounds and you just very simply stay chiseled and I don’t-" 
  • him coming over for thanksgiving dinner and playing touch football with your family 
  • he’d pick you up over his shoulder and you’d be giggling so hard 
  • then he’d laugh and you just would lose it cuz his laugh is beautiful 
  • you coming over to help Archie rake leaves and then just kind of jumping in the pile because you can’t help it 
  • snow angels and snow men and hot chocolate every snow day
  • Archie just looking at you and breaking into a smile because despite all the shitty things going on you’re the best thing that’s happened to him and he’s never been happier 
  • VERY SIMPLY BEING SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL AT LEAST BECAUSE SOPHOMORES DONT FUCKING LOOK LIKE ARCHIE 
  • also can we imagine Archie in a SnapBack y'all r welcome
With All My Heart - Part 1

Requested by Anonymous: “Hey there could you do an imagine where you caught pan cheating on you with another girl so you broke up but when he sees you flirting with the new lost boy he gets jealous and try to win you back

Which I decided to combine with this Anonymous request: “Could you do from your prompt list 32,40,38,21,2,8 with pan where he cheats on reader with the new girl (not Wendy please)”

Thanks to prompts from @riddikuluslysupernatural: “Have you seen my… oh” “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” “Were you ever going to tell me?”   

I realised that this is going to be a long one so it’s in two parts!

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader. When you stumble upon something that you wish you never had, your first response is to run far away from it. This in turn leads to more problems as you meet a new Lost Boy who could very well be the perfect revenge plan. Meanwhile, Peter wants to have a chat. 

Word Count: 1,544 Words

Part 1 - Part 2

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WD-40 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could I please request a peter parker/reader fic where he sees you on the subway and is blown away and just HAS to get your number?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: Slight Swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a while but I AM BACK!!! I finally have time to write once again so I will try to update at least once a week! So sorry for the wait, and sorry if this one sucks, but here it is! FYI, (Y/E/C) means “your eye color.” If you would like to be added to my tag list, just let me know! Well, enjoy!!!

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa @thatgirlsar

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by tomholland-trash

“Lousy piece of junk,” Peter grumbled, itching under his web-shooters. Trying to get his finger underneath the cuff, he tries to reach the release button to get those stupid things off.

“Dammit!” Peter groaned, looking down at his web-shooters in anger. This was just perfect, Peter thought as he kicked the bathroom wall in frustration. First I don’t catch the bad guy, and now they won’t come off.

Today was going great for Peter. School was amazing: he aced his Physics test, got an A on his project, and had pizza for lunch! Then he got word of a robbery happening a couple blocks away, so he slipped out of study hall to go take care of it. Everything was going great until his web-shooters broke and the robber got away. 

Sighing, Peter began to get his regular clothes out of his back pack. Changing quickly, Peter threw on his jacket, tugging the sleeves down to hide the cuffs. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized just how far away he was from home. 

“This is just great,” Peter grumbled as he looked down at the broken web-shooters in disdain. His own personal thunderstorm following in tow, Peter trudged down the nearest subway steps. Paying for a ticket back to Queens, Peter boarded the train and sat down with a huff. Taking out his headphones, Peter let his music flow through his ears as he tried to figure out why his web-shooters broke. 

Train slowing down at the next stop, Peter barely raised his eyes to the oncoming flow of travelers. Looking back down at his jacket-covered wrist, he once again began to itch under the cuffs. Just what exactly happ-

“Um, excuse me?” A voice interrupted, pulling Peter out of his thoughts. Looking up, he sees you, (Y/H/C) pulled back into a messy bun as you held onto this box before you, looking at Peter. 

“Uh, yeah?” Peter asked, voice cracking. Dammit, Peter thought. Already embarrassing myself.

Smiling down at him, you nod to the seat next to him. “Can I sit? There’s no other spots.”

“Oh, uh, sure!” Peter stumbled out, grabbing his back pack off the seat next to him. Smiling brightly, you sat down next to him. Peter, a bit nervous that such a beautiful girl had sat next to him, began to itch under his web-shooters once more. 

Getting more and more frustrated at the cuffs, Peter looked up and began to look around him. Eyes falling on the box in your lap, Peter didn’t realize that he began to stare.

“So,” Your voice interrupted, causing Peter to quickly straighten up and blush. “What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he responded, continuing to blush. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N).”

“Well, (Y/N),” Peter started, eyes still focused on the mysterious box. “What’s in there?”

“Oh!” You replied, taking off the lid. “It’s my science fair project.” Pulling out the project, Peter’s eyes widened at the sight before him.

“Are those-?”

“Yep. An exact replica of Spider-Man’s web-shooters,” You said with a smile, proudly showing off your invention. “Okay, well, not an exact replica. I made some improvements.”

“Improvements?” Peter asked, a little shocked that someone replicated his design and improved it.

“Yeah, whenever I tried to fire the web-shooters, the webbing got jammed in the spinneret nozzle. So, to stop the webbing from building up, I added a chemical reactant to dissolve the webbing when it built up. To make sure that the webbing didn’t dissolve all the time from the reactant, I added another switch near the trigger that way I could control when to use the chemical reactant. It works great, especially when you need to fix it fast.”

Eyes wide and brain reeling, Peter looked at the web-shooters in shock. 

“Wow, that ingenious!” Peter said shocked, scoring over the web-shooters in your hand. “Why did you make the web-shooters for your project? Why not just take the easy way out and make a volcano?”

Laughing, you placed the web-shooters back into the box. “That’s too simple. I needed to challenge myself. Besides, I owe Spider-Man.”

“You owe him?” He asked, looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“It’s a long story, but I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for him,”

“Y’know, I have to ride this train until Queens, and we have four more stops left. I have time,” Peter said with a smile. Nodding along, you continued your story.

“He saved my life. I was on a bridge driving home one day in a thunderstorm. The wind was so great that it knocked over a semi-truck. A car drove swerved to avoid hitting the semi and went over a puddle. The car then slid and crashed into my car. My car spiraled and almost went off the side of the bridge. Next thing I knew I saw this type of web shoot out and it pulled off my door. Before I could even react to that, another web stuck to me and I was pulled out of my car just as it went over the side. Spider-Man pulled me to safety and I never got to properly thank him for saving my life. So, as repayment, I’ve been making improvements to his design that way if I ever met him again one day, I could show him the improvements so he could be even better at his job.”

“That way he can save more people,” Peter added as he listened to your story, remembering that night well.

“Exactly,” you said with a smile. Shaking your head, you patted the box in your lap. “Kind of ridiculous to think that I would meet him again in this huge city. Well, a girl can dream.”

“I’m sure he would love to meet you again,” Peter said without speaking. Eyes flashing towards him, you look at him in suspicion. Realizing what he almost revealed, he began to backtrack. “I mean, uh, anyone would love to meet you again. I mean, uh, Spider-Man would probably greatly appreciate you making improvements to his design, and, uh-” 

“Yeah, right,” You replied with a laugh. “He would just love to meet me.”

“I’m sure he would,” Peter quickly responded. “I know I would.” Dammit, just shut up already!

Eyes lit up with amusement, you look over at him. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Peter,”

“Well, Peter, this is my stop,” You say as you stand up. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too,” Peter said in a daze, as he watched your retreating figure. Snapping out of his reverie, his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Turning around, you look back, confused. 

Peter, pushing through all of the passengers, finally caught up to you. “Can I have your number?” He bravely asked, blush creeping up his neck.

Smiling back at him, you respond. “What for, exactly?” You ask, teasing him.

Blushing more prominently, Peter scrambles to come up with an excuse. “Well, uh, I write for my school newspaper?” He says hesitantly, before deciding to go with it. “Yeah. I write for my school’s newspaper and I’m putting together an article on Spider-Man. I would love to hear more about your story and your improved designs.” 

Standing there awkwardly, Peter began to fidget under his cuffs once more. 

“Okay,” You said with a smile, writing out your number on a piece of paper. Peter let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding as you handed him the piece of paper. 

“Just text me when you want to meet up and we can talk about Spider-Man,” You replied as you began to walk off the train. “Or if you just want to talk.”

Elated, Peter nodded enthusiastically as you stepped onto the platform. Still hyped up on adrenaline, his finger once again went to his cuffs as a nervous habit. “See you soon, (Y/N).”

“See you soon, Peter,” You waved good-bye, walking away. Letting out another sigh of relief, passengers moved on and off of the train.

Turning on your heel, you call after Peter once more. Peter, looking up, meets your eyes.

“Y’know,” You began with a sly smile on your lips, “I also found that the release button was also a little tricky. Just add a bit of WD-40 to it every once in a while and it won’t get stuck anymore. Then you won’t get stuck with them on.”

Peter, gaping at you, drops his arms to his sides. Smiling at him once more, you send Peter a wink, and then you were off.

I’m going to marry that girl one day, Peter thought with a small smile on his lips, as the train pulled away from the station and headed for Queens.


“How was school today, Peter?” Aunt May called out as she heard the door open. 

“Alright,” Peter responded, hand in his jacket’s pocket as he grasped onto your phone number as if it was a life-line. 

“Well, that’s good,” She responded, turning back to cooking.

“Hey Aunt May, do we have any WD-40?”

“Why do you need WD-40?”

“No reason,” Peter said with a small smile. “An amazing girl gave me a great idea.”

"We're beautiful people...we'd make beautiful babies"

*This is from my prompts list,from which I’m taking requests.*

November 8,2016.

The night was humid with only a few stars to clothe the otherwise naked expanse of tar black sky.The insects are a buzzing small choir of the night.The back porch lights were on,casting a golden glow and Niall and yourself.

You were out in the backyard,curled up in the deck chair trying to get some reading done when you saw Niall’s hands creeping up your thighs from the bottom of your book.You reluctantly folded the edge of the page to bookmark your spot ,tucking the book into the side of the chair,before turning to look at Niall.

He’s sitting in the deck chair next to yours,one leg crossed over the other at the knee while he’s reclined casually.One hand is tucked under his chin in thought and his eyes are looking out at the pool in front of him.

“ ’ve been thinking…about kids,”,Niall said his voice as light as a whisp.

The chair creaked when you turned to face him,your heart rate picking up a bit because is he serious?You don’t want to get your hopes up for nothing.

“…an maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some…y'know we’re beautiful people we’d make beautiful babies,”,he finished.

He’s serious.

His eyes are locked dead on yours and his face is straight.However there’s an ecstatic smile tugging on your lips when you stand and move to straddle his lap.You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss,his hands going to your waist.

This was the start of something new.

PRESENT DAY.

The mid morning sun loomed above the and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue and the delighted laughter of children splashing about the pool.Niall was out in the backyard at the grill one of the neighbours,Dale, talking with him,the other fathers watching their kids play in the pool.The mums were inside helping with the making of small side dishes and deserts for lunch.

You and Karen ,one of the neighbours, were carrying out trays of snacks for the children before you joined Niall at the grill.His arm was instantly slung around your waist,his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your child bearing hips.

You were 3 months pregnant and you were only showing a little bump from under the sundress you were wearing.

Niall had continued the conversation with Dale while you looked out at the children playing in the pool.You rubbed your swollen tummy excitedly thinking to yourself that you were going to have a little one of your own in a few months.

anonymous asked:

pls do the fourth of that post breakup au you just reblogged omfg

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late

“I waited for you.” 

You capture your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down as you think, considering all the things he could be talking about. You know he didn’t wait to date someone else– those paparazzi photos of his hand on her hip almost killed you, but the knowledge that he might be happier made the sting not as sharp. 

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With All My Heart - Part 2

Requested by Anonymous: “Hey there could you do an imagine where you caught pan cheating on you with another girl so you broke up but when he sees you flirting with the new lost boy he gets jealous and try to win you back

Which I decided to combine with this Anonymous request: “Could you do from your prompt list 32,40,38,21,2,8 with pan where he cheats on reader with the new girl (not Wendy please)”

Thanks to prompts from @riddikuluslysupernatural: “I just miss you every second of every day” “If I did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you” “That’s never going to happen”

Lookie lookie, I’ve finished it!!!

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x reader. Still reeling from the discovery that Peter was cheating on you, you go slightly too far in a bid for revenge. Brad is more than understanding though, and helps you with a plan to sort out your relationship. Pan makes an unexpected confession.

Word Count: 1,540 Words

Part 1 - Part 2

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One For Each Arm (Fred and George Weasley)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRTHDAY to Fred and George Weasley. They are so beautiful and this is kinda late but still. Enjoy!

(y/h/h) = your Hogwarts house

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It was the day of the Yule Ball and you were sitting in the astronomy tower huddled in your (y/h/h) jumper. You were basically the only girl in the castle who didn’t have a date. Usually you were charming and confident but now you just wanted to hide from the world. What did this mean? Were you not good enough? You’d had four boyfriends since you’d started going to Hogwarts and countless other boys had fallen for you but now they all seemed imaginary.

You were pulled from these negative thoughts by the sound of two all-too-familiar voices coming towards your hideaway. You mentally prayed you would turn invisible or teleport somewhere else. It didn’t work.

“(Y/N), we’ve been looking all over for you.” You turned around to see your best friends Fred and George. You forced a smile.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” You greet. You know you’ve made a mistake. You hadn’t seen them all day and you hadn’t hugged the or shown any sort of real excitement.

“What’s wrong?” Fred asked sternly. Both of the red-headed boys gave you a look that you simply couldn’t say no to. So you told them. You ranted about how everyone was going to have the night of their lives and nobody even bothered to ask you. You spilled about how you suddenly felt like you weren’t good enough.

“(Y/N), you must be crazy.” George insisted.

“You’re bloody amazing.” Fred continued. You were used to them bouncing back and forth like this.

“All the blokes probably thought you’ve already got yourself a date.”

“And now you have.” You gave the boys a confused look. “We’re your dates. One for each arm.” Freddy explained. You couldn’t even begin to hide your grin.

“What would I do without you?” You asked, gently nudging George’s shoulder with your own.

“Miss the best night of your life.” George teased. the conversation went on this way until you decided you had to go get ready.

As promised, both boys were waiting for you outside the great hall. You hesitated before descending the stairs. Fred and George looked your way in awe.

“You look great.” George stated softly. Fred pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“And don’t my boys clean up well.” You teased. Both of the twins offered their arms and you took them. When the three of you entered the great hall, all eyes seemed to be on you. None of you really cared.

As the night went on, you and your boys danced and laughed until you were too tired to go on with your festivities.

That night you realized just how lucky you were to have Fred and George.

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Alright! I know I’ve been gone for a while but with today being Fred and George’s birthday, I decided to boost this to the top of the list. Please forgive me. I’ve been busy but I’m in the middle of my Spring Break so hopefully I can get a bit closer to caught up. I’ve just recently gotten back into colorguard season so I won’t have quite as much time as I did. Still, despite all of my shit going on, I’m trying my best. Please be patient. Thank you! Requests (and ships) are always open! -Cass

Optional Bias Scenario | Bittersweet

Summary: You start a new job at a café and meet someone that you definitely weren’t expecting to.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1416


He’s actually here.

Your eyes drop back to the display case, fingers pausing around the silver foil of the cupcake you were about to move. You frown to yourself, feeling silly about the way your pulse jumped when you’d seen who walked through the entrance to the café.

You sigh, pushing the cupcake into line behind its siblings before sliding the door to the display case shut. You wipe your hands against the apron tied around your waist and approach the register.

You’d jokingly thought, when you first got the job, that you’d see idols all the time given the café’s close proximity to two entertainment buildings, but you’d never actually considered it an actual possibility. There were assistants to do coffee runs, after all - but here he is, proving you wrong yet again.

The first time he came in a month ago, it had been nearing midnight and the café was dead. The only customer was a frazzled-looking university student who didn’t even bother looking up from their textbook to see who’d entered.

Of course you’d noticed. 


You’d been stuck the late shift that week for training on cash since the traffic in and out of the café was more manageable and people were more forgiving late at night if you were a little slow. You’d been bored out of your mind, wiping down the front of the display case for what was probably the fifth time that past hour alone just because you were itching for something to do.

Your coworker was perched on a box behind the counter, flipping through a stack of index cards with furrowed brows, trying to get some last minute studying in for the test he had the following morning. He glanced up at the man approaching the counter and jerked his chin toward the register.

“You should know what to do by now.” His attention returned to his notes and you felt your heart fall into the empty pit where your stomach was supposed to be. You’d been manning the register by yourself all night, but it felt like day one all over again as you forgot how to even turn the screen back on from its sleeping function.

He had a camera in his hand and was speaking softly to it. He must have been filming for some reality show or something. Even though it should have looked strange, a person technically talking to himself in the middle of an empty café, he looked so comfortable and unselfconscious about it that it didn’t. He smiled when he finally reached the counter and gestured toward the small display card that featured the new latte your café was promoting.

“I’d like to try this, please.” He pointed the camera toward the card. “It looks yummy, right?”

Your hands fumbled as you tapped the screen and it came to life. Your eyes darted about as you tried to find the right buttons and ignore the way your heart was about to tear a hole through your chest because of how fiercely it was beating. Your fingers tingled as you reach the cash out screen; you were the literal physical embodiment of nervousness.

“It’ll be five thousand, three hundred won.” You resisted the urge to pat yourself on the back for not stuttering once when you spoke. He smiled again and you felt your cheeks flush as he reached into his wallet and passed you his card.

“You’re new,” he said and you almost dropped the small piece of plastic.

“I started yesterday.” You kept your eyes trained on the card machine, certain that if you snuck one more glance at him, what little composure you had would be a thing of the past.

“Ah.” The camera fell to his side. “I just got back yesterday, so that explains why I haven’t seen you before. Are you enjoying it so far?”

Your brows drew together; you were surprised that he was keeping up a conversation with you. People weren’t exactly talkative at this time, more concerned about getting through the night with a caffeine fix than learning your life story.

“Everything but the late hours,” you said and he laughed. You let your lips curve up slightly, pleased that you were able to incur that reaction, as you passed the card back. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, no rush.”

He returned to his camera while you wandered over to the espresso machine to make his latte. You glanced at him while he was entertaining himself and you couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face at his playfulness.

You called his name when his latte was ready and he returned to the counter with a bright smile. He accepted the drink you slid across the counter and raised it in thanks.

“See you around,” he said, before disappearing into the night again.

And you did.

You saw him every night for the next two weeks while you worked the late shift, but when you were finally done with training your manager decided to put you on afternoons and you haven’t seen him since.

You won’t lie and say that your heart doesn’t jump a little bit every time the bells above the entrance to the café chime during the slow lulls because a part of you still expects him to waltz in and order whatever drink the store is promoting that day. You also won’t say you’re not disappointed every time it’s not him, even though you feel ridiculous admitting it.

It’s not like you guys struck up the romance of the century with the small chatter you fell into while you made his coffee those nights, but you’d thought that he was a little interested, even after your coworker explained that he was usually that friendly with anyone working when he came to get his caffeine fix during his late hour rehearsal breaks. You’d stupidly let yourself be a little hopeful.

Now, nearly two weeks after your last night shift, you’d been about ready to give up that hope and settle into the reality that there’d been nothing happening there that hadn’t been built up in your mind, but there he is. And you’re not quite sure what to make of it.

The café’s pretty quiet, mostly couples sharing desserts in the late afternoon, or students trying to finish up work before their evening classes, so he has your full attention when he walks up to the register. He doesn’t look as bright as usual, wrinkles gracing his forehead while his hands are stuffed in his pockets as if he’s got something on his mind.

Your brows meet above the bridge of your nose as you eye his expression. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s great.” His face brightens in a forceful way which makes you less inclined to believe him, but it’s not your place to pry.

“I’m surprised to see you in here in the daytime,” you say honestly. “What can I get you today?”

You expect him to point toward the little promotional card beside the register, but instead he asks for an iced americano. You bite your tongue as you ring him up and go about preparing his order. You’re considering crossing that line to ask him if he’s actually okay but he speaks before you can get the words out of your own mouth.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me sometime?” he asks, speaking so quickly that his words slur together and it takes your mind a second to process what he’s said. Your pause must make him nervous because he continues to ramble, “I mean - you don’t have to. I don’t want to put you on the spot but I’ve missed seeing you and I don’t want to distract you while you’re at work and get you in trouble - ”

A smile spreads across your cheeks as you realize why he’d seemed so worried walking into the café. You’re relieved that you hadn’t been going crazy making things up in your head, and also a little flattered that he’d been forward enough to even say that he missed you.

“I’d love to,” you say as you push the iced americano across the counter so it sits between you two. Your nose wrinkles a little as you jerk your chin toward it. “But maybe we could do something other than coffee?”

He laughs and runs his hand across the back of his neck, nodding. “Yeah, that’s probably a better idea.”

A/N: Hey guyssss, so after completely binging on all the scenarios I could get my hands on, I decided that I wanted in on the action! I use to write one shots back in the day, but it’s been a while so I’m a little rusty. If you have any specific requests (that fall into the list of what I accept on my page), let me know! I’m thinking of trying to post at least one scenario a day as a way to keep practicing my writing, so always feel free to drop by if you want me to write about something (or someone) in particular! - Fee x

Grand Blues 780 Drang’s Hobby

[Drang takes advantage of his hobby of visiting ancient sites to fulfill some requests.]
Drang: “Here you go! As requested, a list of all the ancient sites that have connections to alchemy!”
Cagliostro: “Thank you ☆ With this, I can get back to researching alchemy ☆”

Dr: “Ehehe… now, about the matter of my reward…”
Ca: “Yup…! You wanted to play horsie, right?”
Sturm: “Wha!?

St: That Drang…! When he said reward, was it really that kind of perverted request…!?
St: “Hey, wait, Drang…!!

Dr: “…ahaha-! I just wanted to try riding this lil’ guy once, you know-!”
[Cagliostro’s Pet, Ouroboros]
Dr: “…huh? What’s wrong, Sturm-dono?”

St: “…well, let’s just stab him once anyway.” /STAB
St: “It’s also possible he’s into animals.”
Dr: “What are you saying!?

to protect you

Group/Member: BTS // Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Bodyguard!AU

Word Count: 2.428

Prompt: AU w/ Jungkook 17
I’m trying to protect you but you’re seriously just fucking with me now stop running around along rooftops and geT BACK HERE BEFORE I TIE YOU DOWN. (bodyguard!AU)

Summary: So originally my idea was to make this a more lighthearted and funny one shot, but it ended up being loaded with angst and I LOVE IT. I felt like i was back in touch with my classic writing style while writing this and I hope that you all receive it well <3 Sorry for errors, I’m a lazy bum when it comes to proof reading. Also feel free to send me feedback or request from my lists below <3

Masterlist // AU Prompt List // Dialogue Prompt List // To Do List //   Rules


The best time and place to watch the sunset was on top of castle right before the official super began. Jungkook had learned that after the countless times he’d been forced to chase you up there. He’d also learned that the sunset was best seen on the north side of the castle. All areas revealed a beautiful expanse of sky, but none quite as good as the North. The fluidity of the colors as it almost felt they were melting into one another. Beautiful pinks and red blending in with the darkening blues. Fire orange and yellow radiating from the sun itself before it tucked itself away behind the far-off mountains. Jungkook had marveled and grown up watching these sunsets while serving for the royal family.

From the time of his birth, his duty had been you. Watch over and protect the princess, even if it meant losing your own life. You were the only heir to the kingdom, and when the time came where your father could no longer serve his country as King, then it would be you who stepped in as Queen. As children, the weight of the situation had never been as stark or hard to understand. Back then, your status’ hadn’t meant much. You had played in the same rooms, with the same toys, and had snuck around the grounds hand in hand. You were Jungkook’s only friend, as was he to you.

As years passed however, understanding settled in more and more of the situation you were both in. He was part of the royal guard, your personal body guard as many would say. Though greatly respected, there were also very clear boundaries that were not to be crossed.

As soon as childhood had begun to fade into adolescence, Jungkook had been drilled and taught that being a ‘friend’ to the princess was not his job. He was to act accordingly and fulfill his spot as your personal bodyguard. Joining you to every meal, being aware of your whereabouts at all times, and most of all assuring that you were not hurt.

Like any member of the royal court, your life could be taken at any moment. Assassinations were not uncommon in this time and age, countries and regions often fighting to take one another over. Your father had had his own number of close calls throughout his life, but like Jungkook would do with you, his royal bodyguard had kept him safe.

While Jungkook had done as he was told and slipped into his role, quietly standing behind you, you had been a bit more hard to convince. Many nights, Jungkook had stood outside of your father’s quarters, listening to your angry and loud voice as you demanded that Jungkook be removed as your bodyguard if it meant that you could have your friendship back. You couldn’t handle the stoic look that was always on his face, or the way his features rarely changed anymore when you two were together. You knew he was doing his job, but you hated he good he was at it.

“I want my friend back Father!” he’d heard you wail through the wooden door and stone wall.

“[Y/N], you know perfectly well that Jungkook is the most qualified for his position. He’s been trained since birth for this position and you knew that. Now behave like a princess should and quit worrying about such nonsense things. You have lessons tomorrow morning, so you shall return to your own quarters this instance.”

Secretly, whenever Jungkook heard this fight, a small spark of hope would ignite within his chest. Deep down, though he would never admit it, he hoped and prayed that your father would give in. Give his one and only daughter the one thing that she wished for the most. It was a pointless hope though, and he knew that it would be best to smother the flame before it turned into something much more dangerous. So Jungkook would always silently follow you once you’d excited your father’s chambers. Acting as though he had not heard a thing, covering the pain that was deep within his heart, and pretending that it was never there to begin with.

You and Jungkook were no longer children, and somewhere you had realized that no amount of begging to your father would make things go back to the way things used to be. You knew that Jungkook would never willingly asked to be released of his spot, and you would never ask him to do so. So where do that leave you?

“Lady [Y/N],” the title made you wince, though Jungkook was unable to see so as he stood a few feet behind you, watching as you stood still on the ledge of the castle. “If you do not climb down this instant I will have to drag you down and inform your father of where you’ve been running off to.”

The tsk sound that left your lips only made Jungkook’s hand twitch. It was a threat he’d made many times, but had never gone through with. On the roof of the castle, he’d known that this was how you escaped your stress and woes. Despite how ridiculously stupid and dangerous it was, the light breeze that blew the few lose strands of your hair and brushed against your face was one of the few remaining things that felt like your childhood.

“I think we both know you won’t do either of those things.” The statement was true. Jungkook knew that you wouldn’t hurt yourself, and he also knew that he would never rat you out to your father. Doing so would make it so that you’d never be able to come to your safe haven again; if that happened then Jungkook knew you’d never forgive him.

“Everybody is waiting for you. Dinner will be beginning soon.”

“Then they can wait a little longer. I’m not ready to leave.”

Jungkook had no response to this. As your bodyguard, he had no right to give you orders. If you said you were staying, then so be it. He would remain here with you to assure that you were safe. The fact that he followed that so closely frustrated you more. The man that stood behind you may have the same name and appearance as the boy you’d grown up with, but he was not the same person.

Hands hanging down in front of you, they clenched around the fabric of your dress, frustration laced within their clutches. “Do you enjoy standing behind me like you do?”

It wasn’t the first time that you had openly confronted Jungkook about your frustration in regards to your relationship. Jungkook wasn’t sure that you understood the battle that was constantly raging within him when it came to you. Did you not realize that he felt the same way? Did you not realize that if he didn’t do his job, and that if he were to dishonor your family he could have his life taken for that? Did you not realize that he wanted to protect you? That he wanted to make sure that nothing ever bad happened to you?

“I’m afraid I don’t follow the question my lady.”

You spun so quickly on your heel that Jungkook was almost certain that you were going to lose your balance and fall to your death below. But you were quick on your feet and had leapt down with ease, eyes blazing as you looked at him.

“I mean, do you enjoy being in my shadow. Do you like being the emotionless person that you have become? To practically be a slave to his palace and wordlessly follow every single command that is thrown at you. If I told you to fling yourself over the edge of the castle right now would you do it?”

Jungkook took a deep and steady breath through his nose, willing himself not to fight you back. He knew how you could be, and it wasn’t worth arguing back.

“Well?! Would you!?” you yell again, hands clenched as you stare him down.

“Lady [Y/N], you know that I would not follow such a command, because then I would not be able to fulfill my job in protecting you.”

The scream that left your mouth could have rivaled that of a wild animal. You wanted to run over to him and slap him. To force back the person that you had known and loved all through your childhood. You wanted the man that you had fallen in love with to come back. You didn’t want this version of Jungkook anymore. Instead though you only turned back around and leaned over the edge, elbows propped on the stone as you buried your face in your hands and hid your tears from him. No matter how much you thought that Jungkook had changed however, he knew you too well. He could tell by the quiver in your shoulders and the hunch in your back that you were crying. He knew that he was the reason, but also knew that there was very little that he could do. Going and comforting you like he may have done as a small boy was not allowed, and he knew that once that barrier was broken, there was no going back.

He cared for you though – deeply for that matter – and something deep down told him that maybe this one time would be alright to show some comfort. Stepping forward he quietly made is way so that he was standing beside you. It wasn’t very often that he was in a position to look straight at you. Usually he was watching your back and the areas around you, or when he did see you it was because you were angry and yelling like a few minutes prior. Now though, as he looked at you from the side, he could see that despite your young age, the responsibilities of your position were taking their toll. He could see the tired droop in your face, could see the discoloration underneath your eyes from not enough sleep. He could see the way your posture drooped when you weren’t fully aware of it.

“I stand behind you before I care for you.”

The snort that you make, though meant to show distaste, comforts Jungkook. At least you’re still listening to what he has to say.

“I care about you [Y/N], despite how angry you may be with me.” The sentence causes your eyes to shift over to him, a little shocked that he didn’t use your title before your name. It had been years since you’d heard him only speak your name.

“I know you may hate me for the choice that I’ve made…and sometimes I hate myself as well. But at least when I stand behind you, I can always be sure that you’re safe. Behind you, I can watch you grow and learn. One day I will be able to stand by you and watch you become the best queen this land has ever seen. I can’t wait for that day to come,” he said, eyes soft and gentle as he looked at you. It felt like you were standing next to your Jungkook; not your bodyguard.

“Run away with me.”

Jungkook was not a man that was easily startled. He’d been trained to expect any sort of attack and react on pure instinct. As well as that, he had heard a number of things leave your mouth, both obscene and inappropriate, but had always been able to keep a straight face. This however had cracked his armor. The look of shock on his face was enough to prove it as your piercing gaze remained on him. The sudden increase in his heart taking more than a couple deep breaths to settle down. Somewhere within him, it felt as though that flame was being fed; becoming larger and hotter.

“Please, stop looking at me like you’ve never thought of this before,” you begged. “Somewhere I know that the boy I fell in love with is inside of you.” Turning, you reached out for Jungkook, biting down hard on your lip when you grabbed onto his arm, continuing to speak before he could pull away. “Let’s run away and be happy somewhere else. We won’t tell anybody; we’ll just leave in the middle of the night.”

Never before had Jungkook seen such desperation in your eyes. You were fanning the flame within him, and though he knew that he shouldn’t be listening, should stop you before this could become any more out of control than he could handle, he couldn’t pull away from your grip. How long had it been since you had had contact with one another?

“Say something,” you begged when an agonizing couple minutes passed by and he hadn’t said a word to you. You were a smart girl though, and you could see that Jungkook was fighting something. You could see in his eyes that he wanted to agree and be reckless. “Run away with me Jungkook…before we’re lost forever. Forget this kingdom, we’ll move to the countryside. No one will know us, and we can live on our own. We could farm, and live off the land. I know it will be different but- “

“My lady.”

Never had two single words shut you up more quickly. Like stones, your hands fell back to your side, releasing him. Almost instantly Jungkook wished that he be touched by you again. With his head hanging, he bowed quickly in apology and took a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, but you must be attending dinner soon. Everybody is waiting…”

Disgust, rage, frustration, pain…every single one of those emotions engulphed you. You put on a brave face though, lifting your chin up high as you looked Jungkook right in the eye.

“I hope that one day you can stop living in fear and listen to your heart. When that day finally happens,” you said in a stern voice as you began to walk away, back once again facing him, “don’t expect me to be waiting obediently.”

The words hurt, but they were exactly what Jungkook needed to extinguish the flame within him. If he had been born into any other position he would have fought harder for your love, but that was not his role to play. His job was to protect you, and to see that you be safe as you became this lands queen. Even if he died from the inside out while doing it.

“Yes my lady…I understand.”

Another request fill!

Anon requested cute Roadrat with cuddling and belly kisses and [cries] it’s like you found a list of all the things I like the most and just decided to ask me to write them. So thank you. Also, I wanted to try my hand at High School AU so have this disgustingly cute mess! 

(There’s no sex, but just in case anyone gets squeamish about them being mostly naked together while cuddling, my high school AU Mako is 19 and Jamie is 18. They’ve both been held back. Mako for serious health problems in his youth that kept him in the hospital too often, and Jamie for getting bounced around the foster system for years and missing too much school. Which is also how Mako legally lives alone without having been emancipated.)

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anonymous asked:

when will you be opening the pic requests again??? I've been trying to look for fics about yuuri and victor's children or student's competitions or careers but they're so specific and hard to find T_T

ah, I just opened them not too long ago and it’s going to take me a while to get back down to 25 requests so maybe in a couple months? You can always check out my parent au list for fics like that!